Deep within the palace halls in the clouds!
At that moment, Haotian's face was grim. Whenever he glanced toward the Netherworld Underworld, a trace of apprehension flickered in his eyes.
"I thought the one in the Underworld still hadn't recovered from his injuries and was resting. It seems I was mistaken. I'd planned to make a move against the Human Race soon, but now I'll have to rethink things. At the very least, I can't act personally!"
Haotian was a cautious man. Until he understood Li Yi's true circumstances, he would never take a risk lightly. In his view, anyone who acted rashly without understanding the situation was a reckless fool, no matter how capable they were!
"Hmph, it looks like I'll have to find someone to test the waters. The Witch and Yao Tribes are a good choice. Surely they don't want to stand by and watch the Human Race rise and take their former place!"
A sinister smile appeared at the corner of Haotian's mouth!
In the far eastern reaches of the Primordial World, an island stretching for millions of miles floated quietly on the sea. Red light shimmered across it, as though it were covered by a luminous film. This was none other than Tang Valley!
The Fusang Divine Tree towered into the heavens, blotting out the sun. Its fiery red leaves rustled in the sea breeze, and its swaying branches sent wave after wave of crimson flames surging through the air. The sight was breathtaking!
At that moment, a golden streak of light split through the sky above Tang Valley.
"Since the Witch-Demon War, the surviving Yao have been divided mainly into two groups. One follows the Demon Master Kunpeng, while the other—those still loyal to Di Jun and Taiyi—has the Tenth Prince as its