Emperor Ziwei sat in the center of the secret room, his body enveloped by a layer of dazzling lightning. These lightnings moved over his body like spirit snakes, sometimes gathering into a ball, sometimes dispersing into countless tiny currents, constantly stimulating his body and meridians.

As time went on, the lightning on Emperor Ziwei became stronger and stronger, and his skin began to turn slightly red, as if it was burned by lightning. However, his expression was unusually calm, without the slightest pain or discomfort, only concentration and determination.

There was a "sizzling" sound of electricity in the air, which was like millions of bees flying at the same time, making people's eardrums feel stinging. The energy fluctuations in the secret room became more and more intense, and it seemed that an earth-shattering explosion could occur at any time.

Suddenly, it seemed as if some shackles were broken open with great force, like a beast out of a cage, the surging force washed over his limbs and bones.

The lightning surrounding his body flashed violently twice and then returned to calm.

Emperor Ziwei slowly opened his eyes, a cold light flashed in his eyes. He raised his palm upwards, and with a thought, there seemed to be thunder and lightning between his fingers.

He clenched his fist hard, and there seemed to be another explosion.

The late stage of the Divine Emperor.

This was the level of cultivation that many people dreamed of. When he was in the middle stage of the Divine Emperor, he could be feared and revered by countless people. But in the end, he fell into the hands of a small person. This was his shame. One day, he would let the blood of those small people wash away all his past.

Zuoqiu Ningxiu, Wenren Yu, Chu Zhuotao, how are you now?

Are you looking forward to seeing “old friends?”

You rats from the gutter actually caused me to suffer such a huge loss.

Haha! Do you really think you can rest easy if you provoke me?

One day, I will let you know what will happen if you offend me!

The eyes of Emperor Ziwei flashed with a fierce light, and his originally handsome face was distorted by anger, but in the blink of an eye, it returned to its evil and crazy look.

Then, a dangerous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if he was a soul-catcher from hell, staring coldly at the void, as if he had already seen those people rolling on the ground, begging for mercy.

After a long while, Emperor Ziwei calmed down from his anger and stood up and left the secret room.

At present, Wuji Peak is silent because Emperor Ziwei is in seclusion for five years. There is no one inside and outside the hall except a few cleaning staff.

The left and right protectors and other people are currently staying in the fifth family, waiting for the orders of the head of the family.

So when Emperor Ziwei walked out of the hall, no one noticed.

Emperor Ziwei was slightly stunned, and then he made a gesture with his fingers. The next moment, a butterfly flashing with lightning flew out of the mountain.

In Wuji City, in the mansion of the fifth family.

Diwu Chang was checking the large amount of resources sent back by Mu Yuanjun. Looking at the full of spiritual consciousness, magic tools, and elixirs, he was very happy.

Especially when he saw the golden-patterned pill, he knew it was the work of Ling Yatou.

Mu Yuanjun said that Ling Yatou went to Yunya Cave to practice in seclusion. Practice is a big deal, so he didn't force Ling Yatou to come to Wuji City.

Diwu Chang shouted happily toward the door,

"Yuan Yi, come in."

A tall man walked in. Upon closer inspection, he actually looked about 50% similar to Mu Yuanjun.

"Yuan Yi, here are the cultivation resources your brother sent this month. Send them to the warehouse first and register them."

"Yes, Patriarch." Mu Yuanyi took the storage ring and scanned it with his spiritual sense. Suddenly, he was shocked. He thought to himself, this elder brother is getting more and more capable. This month, he made more than 10% more than last month. It seems that the monthly allowance of the family disciples can be increased again.

Mu Yuanyi took the storage ring and went to the warehouse. As he walked, he thought about how many magic pills he could get this time. The talismans were also very powerful. How many of them could he get?

Diwu Chang was in a good mood and picked up the information about Xuanyuan Palace. Lang Er had recently sent him some news. It was said that the Seventh Heaven Xuanyuan Palace was developing rapidly, and the Xuanbao Pavilion, which was suppressed as soon as it emerged, had no power to fight back. It could be said that it had achieved initial success.

Lang Er also said that the Ghost Demon Pavilion was wiped out in a short period of time, without waiting for Xuanyuan Hall to take action. Although Lang Er did not say who destroyed the Ghost Demon Pavilion, he said that he met Ling Yatou and her group, and also participated in the founding ceremony of Qiankun Hall.

This made him exclaim in surprise, "Oh my! These two are really capable of doing great things."

Ling's origins seemed very mysterious, and she was also the God of Alchemy. Due to their close relationship, Xuanyuan Palace had not investigated her background. Now that he knew about the existence of Qiankun Palace, he thought that it was indeed the case.

Moreover, Lang'er also said that the auction house under the Qiankun Palace always sold magical elixirs and artifacts. Once the word spread, the reputation of the Qiankun Palace soared, and it made friends from all over the world. For a time, the Qiankun Palace was the most prominent.

From this we can see that the cunning of this Ling girl and Wanqi boy is unfathomable, and they have quietly developed their power to such a high level.

This is really admirable! No wonder Lang Er praised them highly.

He had a guess about the destruction of the Ghost Demon Pavilion, but he hadn't figured out the secret yet. What kind of grudge did Ling Yatou have with the Ghost Demon Pavilion? She actually let Ling Yatou shake the foundation of the entire Ghost Demon Pavilion.

I heard from Chengye that the Ghost Demon Pavilion in the Eighth Heaven seemed to have been destroyed in a short period of time. This news caught Xuanyuan Hall off guard. Chengye and his men were ready to fight the Ghost Demon Pavilion, but it ended in vain. Chengye was depressed for a long time because of this.

Well! Anyway, the news is good news, so it doesn’t matter who destroyed the Ghost Demon Pavilion.

Diwu Chang was very pleased with everything Xuanyuan Lang reported. There was no bad man among the sons of his Diwu family.

Thinking of this, Diwu Chang suddenly remembered the news that Xuanyuan Palace received a few days ago about the destruction of Guisha Pavilion.

At this time, Ling girl and Wanqi boy happened to appear in the Ninth Heaven again, which made him think more.

He had previously guessed whether it was Ling girl and Wanqi boy who did it. Now, the guess in his mind is becoming clearer and clearer.

Diwu Chang couldn't help but laugh.

Now, Ling Yatou can bring such precious treasures to Wanbao Pavilion for consignment. To put it bluntly, it is to help his Fifth Family. His Fifth Family must appreciate this favor.

After putting away the book on the table, Diwu Chang was about to get up and go out. At this moment, a butterfly flashing with lightning flew in from the window. The antennae on the butterfly's head moved, as if it was confirming something, and then it stopped in front of Diwu Chang's eyes.

"Chang'er?"

"Yes, ancestor? You have come out?" A surprised voice sounded in the study.

"Well, come to Wuji Peak quickly."

"Okay, okay, ancestor, please wait a moment, Chang'er will be here soon," Diwu Chang danced with excitement. The ancestor finally came out.