Whoosh!
Space-time twisted, and the furious Universe Ancestor teleported back from Otherworldly Space, returning at once to the vicinity of the Abyssal Demon Tree before swiftly heading toward the palace behind it.
"Damned bastards! Which son of a bitch actually emptied out my treasury?!"
Universe Ancestor arrived at the palace entrance. He did not even need to look—one sweep of his divine sense allowed him to instantly perceive every detail inside and outside the entire palace.
It would have been better if he had not checked. The moment he did, he was so furious he nearly spat out three liters of blood, so enraged he almost passed out.
The treasury that should have been overflowing with dazzling treasures was now completely bare. It was cleaner than a face—so spotless that the floor could reflect light and serve as a mirror.
"They actually didn't leave behind a single thing! Those bastards caused such a huge disturbance just to steal my treasures! I will never forgive those sons of bitches!"
The Devil Master was simply exploding with rage.
Seeing his utterly empty treasury, his heart was bleeding as though flesh were being carved from his body.
Truthfully, ever since becoming the Devil Master, he had rarely experienced any emotional fluctuations. His depths were more unfathomable than the abyss itself. Yet now, he felt heartache—a pain that cut straight to the bone.
To obtain so many treasures, as well as vital strategic resources, he had mobilized countless demons throughout the Abyss World to scour the land day and night, searching everywhere. Only with great difficulty had he amassed so much.
These treasures had been gathered precisely to serve a purpose at critical moments.
If he wanted to gather the same treasures again, it would likely take billions upon billions of eras. And some