But for now, they still did not dare to leave.

Di Shatian and the others did not dare to leave. They had nearly pissed themselves with fear.

Wu Yu was still thinking about the Yan Huang Ancient Emperor.

He had only taken a small part of his revenge. 

But the hatred and anger in his heart had not lessened. Before taking back his body, it could not be considered revenge.

Today was just a venting of anger.

For the Ancient Emperor, he had not lost much. His real body had been abandoned.

But it had been a warning of sorts for him.

More importantly, after sifting through his memories, Wu Yu knew this person better, and all about the Ancient Emperor in the sky palaces.

As expected of someone who had been to the sky palaces, the Ancient Emperor knew much more about them than all the immortals of the Great Ancient Ink Realm.

Wu Yu was digesting these memories, which were very important to him.

His gaze landed on Di Shatian.

Di Shatian was prostrating on the floor. Perhaps he assumed that Wu Yu would kill every last member of the Yan Huang Tribe.

He roughly knew what had happened now.

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