Zhongli Wu did not believe the information in the letter had been fabricated. After all, if someone could infiltrate the Holy Spirit Cult and leave a letter beside him without anyone noticing, doing it merely to toy with him would be utterly ridiculous.
He knew his own limits. Someone even stronger than his mother had no reason to toy with him.
So this was very likely true.
Moreover, he was certain that whoever had written the letter knew him very well.
Di Tian's corpse held a terrifying allure for him. As long as he extracted Di Tian's beast spirit from it, his cultivation could advance another step.
His martial soul, the Death God Demon Puppet, could capture beast spirits and control them in battle. Moreover, absorbing beast spirits increased his strength, and the stronger the beast spirit, the greater the benefit it gave him.
His cultivation had originally been unstable. Only after receiving the beast spirit of the Bone Dragon King from the Silver Dragon King had he managed to break through to level 98.
But his cultivation had not advanced an inch in many years. To break through to Limit Douluo, aside from the Evil Emperor, only Di Tian's beast spirit could help him take that next step.
Yet even if he could defeat the Evil Emperor, he would not choose it. After all, the Evil Emperor had dual soul cores of the mental attribute. There was no telling who would devour whom.
As for Di Tian, he had only dared dream of it.
The stronger one became, the better one understood the nature and true essence of the world, and the more one analyzed enemies at their very core.
With Di Tian's accumulation of over eight hundred thousand years, even his mother and Uncle Long, two Limit Douluos,