The Devil Ancestor's true spirit would reenter the Primordial World, and it would happen in just two hundred years.
This news was anything but trivial to Ao Yue. He had already informed the Heavenly Emperor, yet the Heavenly Emperor had responded coldly, as though he did not care. He had even said, "What must come will come. When he comes, we can simply leave."
What did that mean? Once Wutian entered the Primordial World, they would leave it, handing the Heavenly Court, the Underworld, and the Four Seas over to him and letting the devils run rampant?
Ao Yue did not know that, two hundred years later, Wutian would be empowered by the fortune of the Demon Dao's great flourishing, making him someone no quasi-saint could possibly oppose. He believed that, however formidable the Devil Ancestor might be, Wutian was merely a wisp of his true spirit. Both he and the Heavenly Emperor were three-corpse quasi-saints. If they fought together, what was there to fear?
At worst, it would be a bitter battle.
But the Heavenly Emperor's attitude...
Recalling how the Heavenly Emperor had said in the Jade Clarity Palace that his seclusion was merely a pretense to avoid offending the Saints, Ao Yue could not help wondering whether he had learned something in advance this time as well, and that was why he was acting this way.
Ao Yue stood where he was, pondering. Half an incense stick later, he summoned Yinglong.
"Your younger brother pays his respects, Imperial Brother," Yinglong said, bowing to Ao Yue after entering the hall.
"Mm." Ao Yue nodded at him, then vanished in a flash and appeared beside him. The brothers began a conversation whose contents only they knew.
Time flowed on, and soon, another two years and more had passed in