Shi Hao sat astride the Little Wooden Horse, studying the small earthen city as rumors he had once heard surfaced in his mind.
Legend had it that during the Immortal Ancient War, the Crimson King had used a peerless Immortal King Weapon to crush and kill a king of the Immortal Ancient Era, but had been left grievously wounded and on the brink of death himself.
He had never appeared again afterward. Many suspected he had fallen.
But those were only rumors. No one knew what had actually happened.
Shi Hao knew one thing, though: since Meng Chuan had sent him to kill the Crimson King's Nirvana body, the Crimson King could not be dead.
You could not kill a dead man twice.
And if this was his Nirvana body, the Crimson King could hardly be in good shape.
Whether he had entered Nirvana willingly or been forced into it, he certainly no longer possessed the might of an Undying King.
"Looked at that way, taking the Resurrection Grass might have ruined the Crimson King's plans."
The thought cheered Shi Hao.
What the enemy wanted was what they had to destroy.
Just then, the Little Wooden Horse sent Shi Hao fragments of memory.
Shi Hao examined them and froze. They belonged to the Undying One the Little Wooden Horse had just subdued.
"You're incredible, Little Little Nonpoint," Shi Hao could not help praising it.
"You're so incredible, I might as well call you Ox-Horse from now on."
From the memory fragments, Shi Hao learned that even the Undying Ones of the Crimson King Race believed something had indeed happened to the Crimson King.
It had begun with the Immortal King of the Immortal Ancient Era whom the Crimson King had subdued.
During the war at the end of the Immortal