Leaving the cave dwelling.
Ye Zhuo stretched lazily and discovered that the several Witch Clan tribes stationed near Mount Buzhou had all relocated long ago.
It was rather strange.
In the past, even at the fastest, it would have taken several centuries.
Yet this time, they had fled in just ten days.
The Human Clan was no longer what it had once been either. Their fortune hung high in the air, gathering above every person's head, and they appeared to be flourishing.
A thousand years in the cave had amounted to merely a dozen or so days in the mortal world.
Naturally, not much had changed.
After Ye Zhuo arrived at the Human Sovereign Palace, he found that three more statues had appeared there. All of them were Ye Zhuo, yet each was different.
Only upon close inspection could he distinguish them as the Good Thought Corpse, Evil Thought Corpse, and Obsession Corpse.
"So I became a stand-in."
Ye Zhuo did not know whether to laugh or cry, but this was good as well.
Their deaths had at least revealed the extent of Ancestor Hongjun's strength after his fusion with the Heavenly Dao.
He could not defeat him, but that did not mean he could not be his enemy.
Ancestor Hongjun presumably now understood Ye Zhuo's true threat and was grinding his teeth in hatred.
What was even more detestable was that this formidable enemy was currently fusing with the Heavenly Dao again.
Once he succeeded, he could directly seize the Heavenly Dao, while the Heavenly Dao itself could not interfere with the Great Firmament Heavenly Immortal Dao. That was the most hateful part.
"Immortal Ancestor, haven't you gone to recover from your injuries?"
The Empress, one of the Twelve Golden Immortals, was guarding this place.
Every hundred years, one