"Not much had changed from when I left several centuries ago. Only three Devil Ancestors stood in the world... except one of them had been replaced by the 'Netherhawk Demon Ancestor,' who had fled Purple Zenith Realm in panic and had yet to recover from his grave injuries..."
Several days later, in the Radiant Victory Realm. Drawing on his understanding of this realm, Wei Tu's avatar, which had slipped here through the spatial boundary walls, effortlessly learned the general extent of the Ancient Demons' strength in this realm within a short time.
His eyes flickered slightly. It was not difficult to guess that this deployment of forces in the Radiant Victory Realm had also been meticulously planned by the demon gods of the Ancient Demon Realm.
Two Devil Ancestors, plus the grievously wounded Netherhawk Demon Ancestor—perhaps they lacked the strength to advance within the Radiant Victory Realm... but they were more than sufficient to guard against Spirit Realm Mahayana cultivators like them who sought to seize the Radiant Victory Realm amid the chaos.
"This is also a good thing. Only with balanced strength will I have the chance to lie low and bide my time in the Radiant Victory Realm..."
Wei Tu sneered inwardly. Demonic qi surged from his body, and in an instant, he escaped from the black market where he had gathered intelligence, vanishing without a trace.
Although the outcome of the war between the two realms was closely tied to him, a stalemate and a bogged-down war would be most beneficial to him.
If Ao Ancestor and the others won too swiftly, the fruits of victory they obtained might not necessarily be shared with outsiders like them.
Conversely, by then, the importance of him, a newly advanced Mahayana cultivator, would become negligible. He might even face the