By this calculation, although the Ink Clan within the Primordial Heavenly Restriction possessed the ability to deceive the heavens and cross the sea, the Primordial Domain Lords who wished to escape did not come away unscathed.
Every Domain Lord suffered some damage when fleeing the Restriction, which was precisely why No Return Pass had been specially transporting supplies to them—allowing them to slumber and heal in preparation for future action!
If this had not been discovered by Ouyang Lie, then in several hundred or thousand years, the Ink Clan would have gained a large number of powerful Primordial Domain Lords. This would be enough to shift the balance on the battlefield between the two races, and could even become the force that crushed the Human Race.
"Senior Brother Ouyang, I need you to return to the Grand Commandery and find Senior Brother Mi. Tell him the situation here so that our Human Race can prepare ahead of time."
"Understood." Ouyang Lie nodded solemnly. He understood the gravity of the matter—the Ink Clan pulling such underhanded stunts in the shadows meant that if the Human Race failed to take precautions early, the consequences could be catastrophic.
"Also..." Yang Kai's mind raced as he added, "In the near future, the Ink Clan may produce a large number of false King Lords. Have Senior Brother Mi take extra precautions!"
Ouyang Lie couldn't help but shudder. He was naturally aware of false King Lords. In terms of pure power and realm, there was little difference between a false King Lord and a true King Lord—the gap lay in their control over their own strength. After all, a false King Lord's power was not gained through their own cultivation, so even if their strength was comparable to a true King Lord's, they would find it difficult to unleash it fully.
Even so, false King Lords were not something Human Race Eighth-Order cultivators could contend with. If what Yang Kai said was true and the Ink Clan produced a large number of false King Lords… then where would the Human Race turn?
The reason Yang Kai issued this warning was not alarmism on his part, but rather that he had gained insight into Mo Na Ye's intentions.
It had to be said—Mo Na Ye was a ruthless character indeed. By placing these Primordial Domain Lords deep within the Ink Battlefield and providing them with supplies for their recovery, he was also harboring the intention of sacrificing them at a critical moment, combining their power to forge false King Lords.
Yang Kai had raided two King Lord-level Ink Nests in succession, each containing over a dozen Primordial Domain Lords convalescing inside, with roughly the same numbers.
This was no coincidence—it was a deliberate arrangement by the Ink Clan.
As for how exactly the Ink Clan forged false King Lords, Yang Kai still had not fully figured it out. The limited intelligence he had indicated that forging a single false King Lord required the Ink Clan to sacrifice over a dozen Primordial Domain Lords and even an entire King Lord-level Ink Nest.
Both of his target locations had fulfilled these conditions, meaning the Ink Clan could execute their forging plan at any time.
Over a dozen injured Primordial Domain Lords were easy pickings for Yang Kai to eliminate in a surprise attack, but facing a false King Lord? That was not something he could fight head-on.
That was the difference between quantity and quality.
Asking the Human Race to prepare early was simply being proactive!
After sending Ouyang Lie off, Yang Kai did not linger. He cast himself into a World Fruit he had deliberately left outside the Primordial Heavenly Restriction, one corresponding to his cosmos. Harnessing the power of the World Tree, the cosmos shifted, and the aura of a world rushed toward him.
In the blink of an eye, he arrived outside the Primordial Heavenly Restriction.
The moment he appeared, a powerful divine sense probed him from afar—it was Fu Guang, stationed at the Retreat Platform. After confirming his identity, Fu Guang paid him no further attention, instead focusing his vigilance on the commotion at the Restriction's gap.
Yang Kai nodded toward him in greeting, then swiftly suppressed his own aura and raised his eyes to gaze upon the Primordial Heavenly Restriction.
The situation here had not changed much from his last visit. Through the gap that Wu Kuang had opened of his own accord, Ink Clan armies continued to pour out. The Retreat Platform labored without pause to meet them. Occasionally, powerful Ink Clan fighters broke through, and Eighth-Order Open Heaven cultivators among the Retreat Army rose to face them.
Overall, while the battle on that front was intense, the Retreat Army could still hold its own. Over the past millennium, there had not even been significant casualties—only the consumption of supplies was somewhat severe.
Yang Kai was beginning to understand.
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He had previously found it puzzling that the Ink Clan, fully aware that charging out of the Primordial Heavenly Restriction meant death, still launched attack after attack without end. One might excuse the first few years, when the Ink Clan still harbored the fantasy of breaking through the Restriction, but it had now been a thousand years.
After failing for so long, could the Ink Clan really not see the situation for what it was?
No matter how foolish the Ink Clan might be, they should have been able to see that the Human Race was deliberately whittling down their strength, yet they stubbornly clashed with the Retreat Army as though single-mindedly obsessed…
Not because they were foolish enough—but because they had other designs!
The battle at the gap was merely a feint! Through the fierce fighting there, they diverted the Retreat Army's attention, pinned down the Saint Dragon Fu Guang, and even occupied the mind of Wu Kuang himself, who was stationed at the Primordial Heavenly Restriction.
When Yang Kai had visited last time, he had noticed that Wu Kuang devoted all his energy to maintaining that open gap—he had not even been in the mood for conversation.
In this way, in directions where neither Fu Guang nor Wu Kuang were paying attention, the Ink Clan could carry out their secret plan—covertly carving out a passage that would allow the Primordial Domain Lords to escape. They dared not be too overt, so even if such a passage existed, the Domain Lords would still have to pay an enormous price to force their way out!
Where would it be? Yang Kai's gaze swept left and right, his mind racing…
The person the Ink Clan feared most was undoubtedly Wu Kuang, who controlled the Primordial Heavenly Restriction. If he detected even the slightest anomaly, all the efforts of so many years would be rendered utterly meaningless.