Qin Jun hadn't felt this frustrated for a long time, holding an ultimate trump card that could annihilate everything, yet unable to use it.
Could it be that only by uprooting the Golden Shake Divine Sect, Blood Bat Clan, Nether Bug Clan, and Primordial Devil Cult can the system become powerful enough to surpass the mid-stage of the Primordial Ancestor Realm?
The more Qin Jun thought about it, the more agitated he became. After pondering for a moment, he disappeared from the Heavenly Emperor's stone palace.
Reappearing, he found himself in an inn within the Six Emperors City.
Ren Woxiao, as usual, was immersed in fine wine. This rascal would change inns daily and never pay for his drinks, causing unrest among the inns in Six Emperors City.
"What are you here for?"
Ren Woxiao reclined against a wooden pillar, eyes shut, shaking his wine bowl, cheeks slightly flushed, looking quite indulged.
