From then on, Hong Fu Nu became a disciple under the Demon God's command.
Several months later.
War raged across the land.
Ye Zhuo finally imparted Sage Jutsu to the Empress and Hong Fu Nu.
They had started too late. Even with an Immortal Sect-level grand cultivation formation, it had taken them quite some time.
"It is time to roam the martial world. I heard that the rebel kings and regional lords have already gathered in one place."
Hong Fu Nu emerged with her sword in hand, clearly having achieved considerable results in her cultivation.
Her entire being had reached the peak of vitality.
"The eighteen lords and sixty-four bands of bandits?"
After thinking it over, Ye Zhuo remembered this.
An army of over a million men had ultimately all been beaten to death by Li Yuanba with his Drum-Beating Golden Hammers.
How pitiful.
Had they not encountered Li Yuanba, they likely would have ushered in a chaotic age.
The lords were pitiable, but for the common people, it was instead a good thing. At least the flames of war would not continue.
But were those fallen soldiers not common people as well?
Ye Zhuo walked out of the forest, his mood somewhat complicated.
As a powerful being, all he had previously considered was how to defeat even stronger opponents.
Now, he could hear the prayers of incense devotees at every moment. All of them hoped their families would not starve to death and hoped for the chaotic age to end.
Ye Zhuo could naturally block out the power of incense, divine positions, and divine sparks. After all, he could obtain powerful divine strength without relying on any of it.
After some thought, he decided to let the world's people continue disturbing his ears.
After traveling for several days, taking