But at the same time.
Two hundred years later, as Wei Tu began this "lengthy seclusion" to break through to the eighth tier of body refinement, Old Ape Emperor and the others, who had been plotting to seize the Radiant Victory Realm, began to grow faintly restless.
Granted—in these past centuries, they had repeatedly sent letters telling Wei Tu to restrain himself and not rashly ignite a war... but after nearly five hundred years of meticulous preparations, the time to begin the conflict was fast approaching.
Yet at this critical moment, Wei Tu had once again become "without a trace."
It seemed possible that he might be absent.
"Your master was entrusted by Ao Ancestor and holds the esteemed position of deputy realm lord of the Radiant Victory Realm. By the rules, this old man should not say much... but the chance to strike at the Star Origin Devil Master must not be missed either..."
"At the very least, he must make the final decision."
Within a hidden residence in the Radiant Victory Realm, Old Ape Emperor, seated in the place of honor, frowned as he looked at Nightfish Demon Venerable standing before him. A faint displeasure showed on his face.
Over these past centuries, after they had slipped into the Radiant Victory Realm, their contact with Wei Tu had basically relied on Nightfish Demon Venerable as a "messenger."
Previously, there had been no difficulties.
But strangely enough, during the past century, for some unknown reason... perhaps because there had been too many important matters requiring discussion with Wei Tu, this "deputy realm lord," Wei Tu's replies had begun to come sporadically.
And this undoubtedly greatly affected the major decisions he, Demon Sage Qingwu, and Mount Huan Spirit Matriarch had to make within the Radiant Victory Realm.
"Wei Daoist has