"Why had it taken so long?"
Vicious Realm Venerable lowered his voice, unable to hide the worry in his eyes as he looked toward Dun Yi.
The fluctuations of sorcery within the Senluo Hall had already continued for three days. These great cultivators who had attained emperorship as dependents had stood guard for three days as well.
To great cultivators, three days were no more than the blink of an eye.
Yet this matter was of grave importance. Not the slightest mishap could be allowed, and their hearts inevitably grew restless.
"Keep calm and wait a little longer." Dun Yi's expression was grave as his fingers moved in calculation.
Recovering the Ancestor was urgent. If even Tu Shan Jinghong could not do it, then, left with no other choice, he would have to employ some poisonous schemes. Otherwise, if things continued in this fashion, the Underworld would face a great calamity before long.
"We cannot wait much longer." Yu Shen's expression was stern. His words brooked no doubt, yet they also carried suppressed fury.
Dun Yi suddenly turned his head and said viciously, "Even if we cannot wait, we must wait!"
"This is no solution."
Vicious Realm Venerable said heavily, "When the Ancestor was here, every batch of pills consumed vanishingly few divine materials. Yin Soul Pills needed only baleful qi to be supplied. That was what gave rise to the Underworld's rapid development, allowing us to swiftly unify the Yin Heavens and digest resources, thus producing many great cultivator positions."
"Now, the Underworld is a heaven-shaking warship soaring at high speed. It has already set sail. If we want it to slow down, or even decelerate, contradictions will pile up."
"In the past, there were three bottles of Yin Soul Pills suited to one's realm every month. Now it