In this star with half the area of the Yan Huang Ancient Region, the nine Ancient Ink Camp members spread apart, each person in charge of one region. 100 years was a short time, so they had to hustle.

"Are the places with Marks of an Immortal King special?" Wu Yu asked.

"No idea. But if you see something out of place, attack it with all you got. It's said that the Marks of an Immortal King are concealed in many strange and ingenious ways. There is no fixed formula. Whether you can activate it or not sometimes depends on luck as well. Basically, nothing is certain. Everything depends on your luck."

Wu Yu chuckled dryly. But he too understood that if there was a fixed method, it would have been leaked out long ago, and finding the Marks of an Immortal King would only grow easier and easier.

"Everyone, don't forget that I still have that mystique."

Although they had each divided up the area equally, Wu Yu noted the absence of other immortal lords and therefore used his Unshackled Doppelganger mystique. Instantly, his 100,000 doppelgangers stood ready and scattered in all directions across the...