But Zhang Fusheng didn't care. The ancestor of the Cui family, a deity at the level of Great Power, once—even just a month or two ago—was a being he had to look up to,
But to the present him?
Under full power, even without borrowing a Supreme Treasure, he could suppress or even kill it within a hundred breaths.
Zhang Fusheng exhaled a breath of cool air, frowning slightly.
"In the Celestial Capital, Guang Chengzi and Xuan Qing seem to be competing."
"Outside the Celestial Capital, Tianpeng has already begun the journey to take the scriptures, and will reach 'Five Finger Mountain' soon."
"The whereabouts of the Northern Emperor are unknown, and there is a mysterious Unborn Mother and the four veins of Biyou Palace, plus those hidden in the shadows, who knows how many ancient True Spirits already exist..."
Zhang Fusheng rubbed his brow, feeling a bit of a headache—it's these, but far more than just these.
