Beneath the Vast Jungle, a tree root that pierced straight through the heart of the earth suddenly began to writhe.
The root plunged downward, burrowing straight into the deepest reaches of the earth.
There were no living things here anymore—not even soil or stones. There was only darkness, so profound it seemed capable of burying everything.
Even the root that could control the entirety of Wu Zhou at will did not dare venture any deeper into the darkness.
The root came to a steady halt at the final layer before the darkness, and an ancient, weathered voice rang out.
"The one you've been waiting for has arrived in Wu Zhou. It's time to go out."
Every living thing in Wu Zhou knew this voice intimately. It belonged to none other than the supreme Huai Emperor.
Yet there was even a hint of negotiation in his tone. If the locals of Wu Zhou had heard him, they would have been so shocked their jaws would have hit the floor.
What kind of person could make the Huai Emperor negotiate with them?
The darkness fell silent for a moment, then a languid, melodious voice emerged from within.
"No hurry."
"No hurry? What on earth could make someone like you feel rushed?"
A trace of helplessness crept into the Huai Emperor's voice, but he did not press the matter. The tree root immediately lost its vitality and floated quietly above the darkness, ready to deliver another message later.
After leaving, the Huai Emperor did not hurry to fall back into slumber. Instead, he gathered a wisp of consciousness and sent it to where Ye Kang was.
That kid seemed to be heading toward another fellow's home.
As expected, young people just couldn't sit still.
The Huai Emperor was a mighty powerhouse who had