"Wherever he was, there was fear"... Deng Chanyu's fear!
Six whole hours had passed since the warning letter appeared.
More than half of Nether Heaven had nearly been turned upside down.
"Still nothing..."
Prince Tianlu frowned handsomely, seemingly surprised, yet also as though he had expected it. Nether Heaven was incredibly vast, and searching every corner in such a short time was naturally extremely difficult.
Unless they mobilized the massive Yin soldiers of the Ninth Prison.
The tireless Yin soldiers were actually much better suited for this kind of search. They could even fill every place with soldiers... He had gone to meet the Empress Dowager precisely because of this.
Unfortunately, he had still been turned away as usual.
"This so-called mother-son relationship really is difficult to repair."
Prince Tianlu slowly exhaled. It was no secret that the four princes had never been favored by the Empress Dowager... This was a conflict between the former and current rulers.
The Empress Dowager had not restricted the princes' authority to control Nether Heaven—but the prerequisite was that ultimate authority always remained in her hands.
What a difficult woman.
The princes had actually been forced to start planning for their own interests. The Sacred Emperor was deeply trapped, walking on thin ice, and the Ninth Prison, which seemed to be the true stronghold of the Human Race's power monster, looked as though its great edifice was about to collapse.
The recent fall of Sacred Emperor Gao Tao had further given Prince Tianlu a sense that a storm was approaching. The miserable state of Gao Tao's faction these past few days had already reached Prince Tianlu through special channels.
If the Nether Great Holy Land collapsed, who would save everything?
Would someone merely inherit the Sacred Emperor Soul and be reduced to a top-tier