Within the ruins of the Great Black Stone, time meant little to a cultivator. Wenlong had no idea how long he had spent inside.
He felt he had reaped a good harvest from the Great Black Stone this time. Only then did he rise in satisfaction and set off toward home.
After returning home, he learned that Old Sun had long since returned. He had left word for Wenlong to contact him once he emerged from seclusion.
Now that Old Sun had grown stronger, wasn't he getting a little carried away? Still, with his current strength, there probably weren't many people who could hold him down.
Back when he had been at the third level of the Infinite Realm, he had wreaked havoc in the Heavenly Palace, and no one could stop him. And the Old Sun of today was nothing like his former self.
His strength far surpassed what it had once been; the two could scarcely be compared. Now he was even strong enough to challenge Tathagata, whose spell power was said to be boundless.
With strength to back it up, that was not getting carried away-it was pride. Wenlong was also eagerly anticipating Old Sun's battle for revenge.
When he saw Old Sun, Wenlong smiled and asked, "Old Sun, are you going to launch your battle for revenge?"
Old Sun smiled too. "Heh heh, there's no rush. I've advanced through the realms too quickly. I still need to consolidate my cultivation and strengthen myself."
He fell silent for a moment, then continued, "Return the wisdom souls of all your subordinates to them. Let them grow stronger."
"Old Sun, I'm afraid I won't be able to control them that way. If they rebel, I won't be able to bear the consequences." Wenlong immediately grew anxious.
"Heh, it'll be