Just as Chi Jiuyu reunited with Zhang Yunlu and the others.
Within the imperial palace.
Cheng Yu, the Demon Venerable of the Filth Realm, also slowly awakened from his cultivation of the Dao Origin Anchor-Setting Scripture.
Someone had approached earlier, but he had led them astray with an art that befuddled the mind.
"Phew~"
He let out a long breath of turbid air. As he opened his eyes, the originally stark black-and-white pupils now carried a hint of dazzling violet.
He had previously been injured by Xiao Yu, and his divine abilities and techniques had fallen to a level not even comparable to a Nascent Soul cultivator.
"Xiao Yu..."
The Dao Origin Anchor-Setting Scripture was unfathomably profound. Once he grasped its myriad wondrous uses, he would surely make Xiao Yu pay the price!
"Hmph!"
With a cold snort, he rose and headed outside.
His injuries had yet to recover, and he still needed to linger in this Mortal Realm for some time. If Xiao Yu—or those old things from Great Profound Heaven—were to notice his current condition...
He had to maintain his public identity well!
He strode swiftly toward the door, his thoughts churning.
Newly ascended to the throne, the court is unstable, the ministers hold great power, brothers eye the crown...
It was a mess.
But they were merely mortals in the end. There was no need to worry; a few minor measures would be enough to stabilize things.
After a night of cultivation, though his injuries had not fully recovered, they had eased somewhat.
At the very least, he could now handle ordinary Nascent Soul and Spirit Transformation cultivators. He should be safe enough in this Mortal Realm.
Dealing with a few mortals would be easier than turning over his hand...
Just as he was thinking this, Cheng