Day after day passed.
Half a month later.
The Teleportation Array outside the Immortal-Burying Abyss suddenly erupted with a dazzling burst of light.
The light faded.
Old Ancestor Taichu stood in the center of the Teleportation Array, drenched in blood.
His Daoist robes had been torn into strips, and his left arm hung limp at his side. He had clearly suffered serious injuries.
Even the youthfulness he had regained had faded back into old age from excessive exertion.
Yet his expression was feverishly excited. His bloodshot eyes made him look like a complete madman.
Old Ancestor Taichu clutched a thick black iron chain.
At the other end of the chain, he dragged a mountain-sized mass of black flesh.
Its surface was covered in nauseating pustules, constantly seeping black fluid and radiating a terrifying aura of corruption.
The surrounding cultivators recoiled in fright at the sight, terrified of getting even a trace of it on themselves.
"This... what kind of monster is this?"
"What terrifying corruption! I feel like even one look will corrode my Dao Fruit!"
Old Ancestor Taichu ignored their reactions entirely. Dragging that mountain of flesh, he charged toward the Immortal-Burying Abyss with great strides.
As he ran, he shouted excitedly at the top of his lungs.
"Token Master!"
"I dug up the Western Desert's ‘Ten-Thousand-Year Taisui’ and brought it back!"
The moment he finished speaking, a dazzling purple-gold curtain of light shot up around the Immortal-Burying Abyss.
The Mountain Protection Array activated with a thunderous roar, barring Old Ancestor Taichu and the mountain of flesh outside.
Emperor Jiang Wu rose into the air from inside the array, his face livid. Pointing at Old Ancestor Taichu, he unleashed a torrent of abuse.
"You old ghost Taichu, have you lost your mind?!" Emperor Jiang Wu roared. "Look what you've