Undying Emperor Palace

The true Eight Divine Generals and the Undying Empress were all slumbering within Ancient Emperor Mountain.

Those guarding the Undying Emperor Palace were either half-saint-level ancestral kings who had yet to fully enter the domain of sainthood, or descendants of the Eight Divine Generals from that era, still in their youth.

The Heavenly Prince truly had been raised by a stepmother, completely pushed into the open to draw fire.

Compared to the second son, who, together with the Five-Colored Divine Phoenix, had truly and completely inherited the bloodlines of the Undying Emperor and Undying Empress, his treatment was worlds apart.

Even so, emptying out this ancient training ground was enough to fill the human Sacred Body's stomach.

"So many ancient creatures? Very good."

"This old woman is still lacking a medicinal catalyst for her alchemy. If I use eight ancient ancestral kings as the main ingredients, I can surely brew eight cauldrons of peerless divine medicine."

As Grandmother Yao reached the exciting part, her eyes shone brightly.

Using ancient ancestral kings comparable to sages of antiquity as medicine—how many masters of alchemy dreamed of such a feat? They were perfect flesh-and-blood medicinal ingredients, treasures from head to toe.

After all, the myriad ancient races had been silent for millions of years, buried alongside the ancient era in the annals of history and absent from the world for ages. Even if alchemists had such thoughts, they had nowhere to capture them.

"Stand here and don't move. Grandmother will be back soon."

The moment she finished speaking, the impatient old human Great Sage had already rushed into one of the main peaks.

Since the time for their emergence had not yet arrived, the Eight Division ancestral kings and descendants of the divine generals were all slumbering within divine sources. The future