Bamboo Mountain.
At this moment, Bamboo Mountain was empty. Some peaks had been dug away, and the dojo had been sealed shut.
It was somewhat desolate.
Although the Iron Eater Race had not been gone for long, the place already looked barren, devoid of any human presence.
San Yue opened the seal, and the group entered.
A group, they said... well, there were not many of them.
Xue Lan said nothing. Fatty Ball looked around everywhere. Only Tongtian Hou bustled about, doing odd jobs. At the moment, he was the only one suited to such work. There was no helping it—he was too weak. Even Xue Lan, the weakest among them, was a Heavenly King. As a second-tier Dao Fusion cultivator, what else could he do here if not chores?
He quickly cleared an open space for Su Yu and the others, then built a bamboo house. Tongtian Hou hurried back and forth, thoroughly enjoying himself.
Coming to the upper realm was great!
They had come here to beat Yue Hao to death, beat that ancestor of the Hell King Lineage to death. Once they were dead, Tongtian Hou would strike it rich!
If they had not come to the upper realm, they could only have hoped to kill the Martial Emperor.
But he had been neighbors with the Martial Emperor for years, after all. Killing someone from the Hell King Lineage was much more satisfying.
While he busied himself, San Yue asked somewhat uncertainly, "Your Majesty, when do we make our move? Do we wait for the myriad races to act first?"
"Of course not!"
Su Yu smiled. "Wait a little longer, just a few days. Give the Hell King Lineage time to try and summon that Rule Master... Of course, we should put some pressure on them too,