The impression Imperial Monarch Zhen Wu gave others had always been very steady, like a rock that had sunken to the bottom of the ocean. No matter how the undercurrents surged, it remained unmoving. It was steady like a mountain, and no matter how the winds assaulted it, it was utterly immovable.

This was a form of mental state that could only be tempered through experiencing countless worldly affairs.

However, at this moment, he seemed to have been stunned on the spot. His expression seemed to be delighted yet sorrowful, and it changed indefinitely as if he was possessed.

Zhao Jiukun couldn’t help but be slightly surprised when he saw this, and he couldn’t help but move forward and take a look. He saw that the Ancestral Dao Root lying quietly within the jade box was azure blue like the ocean, and it was suffused with a seemingly illusory radiance of ancestral energy. Moreover, a rain of light poured out from it, and it seemed divine and extraordinary.

“An eighth-grade Ancestral Dao Root!” In an instant, Zhao Jiukun’s pupils dilated, and he cried out involuntarily.

“Yes, it’s an eight-grade King Rank Ancestral Dao Root!” Imperial Monarch Zhen Wu took a deep breath while he sighed endlessly with emotion. “Now, we have to owe him a favor no matter what.”

An existence like him was naturally clearly aware what an eighth-grade...