The World's Greatest Supreme Treasure

Di Hu had always been like a divine dragon whose head was seen but never its tail. Over the long years, people spoke of Di Shu, suppressed on the eighteenth level of the Underworld Capital, and Di Jue, whose imperial throne had been seized by his disciple. Yet almost no one ever mentioned Di Hu.

Too few of Di Hu's deeds had been left behind. Other than joining forces with Di Shu to "carve seven apertures" into Emperor Chaos, all that remained was his yielding of the imperial throne to Di Jue.

After that, Di Hu vanished from the history of every generation of the Immortal Realm.

Yet Sang Tianjun had heard from Su Yun that Di Hu had made a move. His body and soul could not help trembling, and he felt danger closing in!

The more one knew, the faster one died. An existence like Di Hu clearly did not want anyone to know his whereabouts. If Sang Tianjun saw his true face, he would certainly die!

But now, even if he wanted to leave, he could not.

He was severely injured. Having escaped from the fierce battle among the emperors, imperial lords, and supreme treasures, he was already covered in wounds. His body, spiritual nature, and even his Great Dao had all suffered grave injuries.

To make snow pile upon frost, just as he escaped alive, Di Feng came killing toward him. The Emperor Sword Pellet exploded and severed his silkworm wings, robbing him of the speed he had always taken pride in.

Now, he could only remain at Su Yun and Yingying's side, carefully currying favor with them and begging them to heal his injuries.

But the news of Di Hu's appearance was like a leaking roof meeting a night of rain. Even his last chance