"Lan Xuan, so you belong to the Secret Forces. Not handing over the Ark of Salvation to you is a clear choice." The words of the mechanized puppet ark were filled with chill,
Obviously, he had little fondness for the Secret Forces, one might even say he detested them.
Back when the Epoch of Hundred Refinements sought transcendence, it was the Secret Forces that sabotaged, causing the Ark of Salvation to crash.
"So what," Lan Xuan said wildly, "after all, the control of the ark will eventually fall into my hands, no one can resist the will of the superior."
He felt that no one in the Secret Forces was more suitable to control the Ark of Salvation than himself.
"The Ark of Salvation, such a destructive weapon, is better controlled within my Secret Forces," the Lord of Silence said coldly.
As his words fell, a sweep of yellow sand enveloped the area, teeming with the powerful Power of the Great Path.