What exactly had these ancient immortal gods done, that even their immortal offices had been preserved?
The ancient Heavenly Court had once ruled the Immortal Realm, sweeping aside nearly every obstacle.
They had been the supreme overlords here, yet they had still chosen to leave, even using the mortal world as an experimental ground.
The Immortal Realm also contained research sites they had left behind, which had created quite a few ancient species and preserved the power of the Ancestral Dragon.
"Demon Emperor, what are you doing?"
A questioning voice reached him, snapping him awake.
Jiang Changkong looked at the damaged plaque in his hand. This place was still nothing but ruins. He casually tossed the broken plaque aside and said flatly, "Did Dragon King Hall find anything?"
"Nothing much." Fairy Zilan looked curiously at the plaque he had discarded. "But Demon Emperor, you actually stood here for half an hour."
"Since there was nothing, let's go to the next palace."
Jiang Changkong replied indifferently, offering no explanation for what he had gained from Witch Hall.
The three women had found the Dragon King immortal office, but they did not dare mention it, fearing he would snatch it away.
His duplicate body had long known about it and did not expose them.
The Dragon King immortal office would ultimately be given to the Little Dragon King anyway.
Jiang Changkong did not care about that now. What concerned him was the information in his mind.
The ultimate art left behind by the Witch Race—the Five Heaven-Opening Forms.
This ultimate art had been deduced by the Witch Race rather than inherited from Pangu, yet its power was still enough to split heaven and earth apart.
With Jiang Changkong's current strength, he likely could not even unleash one percent of the most basic