Other than that, Tu Shan Jun could not think of any reason anyone would scheme against him.
A divine power like that needed no other plots.
All schemes ultimately pointed to only one thing.
Immortality!
True immortality!
Back then, he had suspected the Azure Emperor's intentions. He had wondered why the Azure Emperor had helped them so much.
Good people, bad people?
What difference was there?
Help given for no reason was rarely born of goodwill.
He had learned his lesson.
He had been on guard.
But one could guard against a thief for a thousand days, yet there was no way to guard against one forever.
Those old monsters were each more formidable than the last.
With the slightest move, they struck straight at his vital point.
His disciple was honest, at least. Otherwise, if Wu Rong had still thought it best not to tell him and concealed it for three thousand years, then when the time came, the Azure Emperor's scheme would surely leave him with nothing but fury and helplessness.
"Your master wronged you."
Tu Shan Jun silently pried the wine cup free and sighed. "We should not have come to Yin Heaven."
He looked at his red-haired master, curled up into a ball.
He remembered the Great Emperor Lord who had stood tall in the Devil Abyss, carving open a road ahead.
The Ghost Emperor had stood over nine feet tall.
No one could have connected those two figures.
The person sitting there seemed nothing more than a dispirited old man.
Filled with the wear and tear of years.
If he had been the Tu Shan Jun of old, he would have raised his long-handled nail hammer and charged in to kill.
Killing was easy; saving was hard.
If he acted now, the one paying the