The Descent of Heavenly Realm Power

Relying on the unyielding will hidden within his bloodline, Demon Ape Venerable finally broke free from the Taiqing Staff's control.

At that moment, he was filled with gratitude toward Tree Venerable.

If not for Tree Venerable, how would he have differed from the clansmen who had once been enslaved by the Corpse Clan without even realizing it, who had even considered it perfectly natural?

Controlled in the same way, with not the slightest thought of resistance.

However, Tree Venerable turned to look to the right at that moment. With a wave of his hand, the ground shook. A Green Fierce Tiger tore through the earth, carrying the Black Iron Rod in its jaws, and arrived at Tree Venerable's side.

Taking the Black Iron Rod from the Green Fierce Tiger's mouth, a grave expression appeared on Tree Venerable's face.

Though he had no weapon, his fists had shattered countless divine weapons and artifacts.

Yet this Black Iron Rod had withstood his repeated attacks. He felt that there was something strange about it.

When Demon Ape Venerable had flown into a complete rage and attacked him earlier, he clearly remembered a flake of rust falling from the Black Iron Rod. At that time, it had revealed an aura that even moved him.

It seemed to be a power that did not exist in the Netherworld.

Yet the Black Iron Rod had now returned to its utterly inconspicuous state, its trace of azure-silver radiance once more concealed within.

Tree Venerable wanted to investigate it thoroughly, and a suspicion arose in his heart.

The direction of that suspicion was the Heavenly Realm.

In truth, he had long seen through the Heavenly Realm's placement of pawns in the Netherworld. He had even personally uprooted several forces the Heavenly Realm had planted there.

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