Wang Wu transformed into a gentle breeze, gliding slowly over the Vermilion Bird Immortal Alliance. He didn't even need to actively activate his Spirit Essence Perception; just by passively using Spiritual Essence Micro, he could have a clear view within a ten thousand mile radius.

Quite unexpectedly, the current Lord of the Vermilion Bird Immortal Alliance was still the charming Madam Lu. In those days, she was truly in her prime, but now, with another glance, Wang Wu only felt that despite her still beautiful appearance, an underlying foul smell emanated from her body, with the structure of her Spirit Pill being crude and the Spiritual Qi so muddied it was nauseating.

Her Divine Soul had fallen to a zombie-like state.

Oh, there's also a Gu inside her body.

It seems the Mountain and Sea Immortal Alliance has maintained a strong hold here.

Wang Wu had no interest in reminiscing with Madam Lu, an old acquaintance. Searching the area with his gaze, he didn't find any survivors of the escape back then. Although some escapees were incorporated into the puppet Vermilion Bird Immortal Alliance, it seems they all died off after millennia of battles.

Is there such a thing as a lucky one?

Even Dragon Head City has changed locations three times.

Soon, Wang Wu arrived at the old site of Dragon Head City. The place was now a ruin. The Hidden Origin Association, although claiming neutrality, engaged in conflicts just like any force of the same level, fighting whenever they pleased.

Reflecting on the past, Senior Sister Qin fell here; Wang Wu couldn't help but sigh.

As he continued north, passing by the ruins of Dragon Tail City, Wang Wu surprisingly found it had turned into a vast marsh.

And in the midst of this marsh, there was an ancient tree spirit hidden!

"Grandpa Tree?"

Wang Wu almost thought he was mistaken, as he understood Grandpa Tree had died 2,600 years ago, yet this old fellow had hidden a trump card.

Sweeping through with Spiritual Essence Micro, he became even more certain. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

No doubt, it was Grandpa Tree, surviving until now solely by relying on his talent, though his status wasn't ideal—like a confused old man in the twilight of life, many memories had perished, leaving him with only a twisted survival.

Therefore, Wang Wu just glanced once more before silently departing. If his Four Clowns were still with him, perhaps Grandpa Tree's information bank would be interested in taking over this broken body, but now he had no other means.

Continuing north brought him into Jade Cauldron Immortal Alliance's territory, the place covered with Spirit Nets, but to Wang Wu now, it was nothing more than crude Blinding Techniques.

On the other hand, his Hao Mao Monarch was still alive, that Carp Demon was living quite comfortably; what was its name again? Yes, Er Gou.

Nearly three thousand years have passed, and this place hasn't changed much.

Muyang Mountain, Bear Ridge's Er Gou.

Wang Wu had initially left a trace of Divine Thought and a strand of fur here, surprisingly lying dormant smoothly until now, quite lucky indeed.

He hovered above Bear Ridge, noticing it had a new owner, not sure which generation by now.

But his Hao Mao Monarch, Er Gou, remained unchanged—or rather, it had changed, transforming into a giant mud eel, extremely adept at burrowing, surviving to an extreme degree.

Almost three thousand years, unnoticed here was a lurking Carp Demon.

But then again, maybe it's because there have been no wars here.

That Mountain Master of Mu Yang was still the same one as back then, while King of Xijiang had successfully crossed the Dragon Gate, promoted to Lord of the West River; both were now Tier One Earth Immortals, enjoying magical combat like two pecking rookie chickens.

Oh, King of Xijiang had a distinguished guest today?

Wang Wu had no intentions of bothering, but the guest turned out to be a Little Cyan Dragon, which was different, especially since this Little Cyan Dragon clearly had the power of Taiyi Fifth Tier yet disguised itself as Tier Five Earth Immortal, and the disguise was quite good. Formerly, using Spiritual Essence Perception at Level 19, he would have to exert significant effort to see through it.

This was quite remarkable.

Why, then, would a dignified Taiyi Fifth Tier Cyan Dragon with proper identity do such a thing?

Wang Wu eavesdropped for a while, finding nothing of note.

Was it necessary?

It was as if a university student was earnestly focusing on solving elementary third-grade math problems, something suspicious must be going on.

Therefore, Wang Wu secretly tailed the Little Cyan Dragon, watching it spill nonsensical words at King of Xijiang, endure the stink while sharing cups, and even favor a few of King of Xijiang's daughters, acting like a family member.

Subsequently, the fellow didn't leave, indulging an extended familial existence akin to forgetting its way home, lingering in King of Xijiang's abode for a full decade.

Of course, Wang Wu waited outside for ten years as well.

He admired that Little Cyan Dragon, yet admired himself more—how bored must one be to do such a thing?

Fortunately, in the eleventh year, Wang Wu finally witnessed a change.

Rumor had it a major project was about to break ground near Muyang Mountain, with the news talking of constructing a giant city.

Upon hearing this, the Little Cyan Dragon, who'd spent its day around King of Xijiang's daughters, flew off under the cover of night to stealthily observe the construction of the giant city from a distance.

And Wang Wu followed, observing both the Little Cyan Dragon and the city's construction.

Initially, he thought that the Hidden Origin Association was building a new sub-altar here, given nobody knew where the new Dragon Head City was being built, and such a vast blank market needed to be seized.

But it was the Myriad Phenomena Immortal Alliance, a great power that once held good relations with Hidden Origin, that was constructing it, though he saw no acquaintances, not that he expected any; he only knew Yu Chenghu and Senior Brother Gu, the latter who had already died.

Just like that, the Little Cyan Dragon came to observe every night, seemingly scouting out the place, or perhaps waiting for someone to appear.

It seems, for now, that this guy truly came with ill intentions.

But what particularly piqued Wang Wu's curiosity was why a member of the mighty Cyan Dragon Race, like this Little Cyan Dragon, wouldn't take advantage of its esteemed status, but instead chose to become an assassin. What was the point?

Besides, the Divine Dragon Immortal Alliance, controlled by the Cyan Dragon Race, is currently among the top three powerful forces in the Cultivation Realm, with an actual Daluo overseeing things. Is there really a need to use such tactics against the Myriad Phenomena Immortal Alliance?

Doubts were doubts, but Wang Wu continued to wait. Nothing could be done to abandon the effort at this stage.

Days passed one after another, and suddenly, five years had gone by. The giant city had its main structure built, but the Little Cyan Dragon had not made any moves, except to scout the area again.

Wang Wu felt like he couldn't keep up anymore. He was merely curious, not truly bored.

"Once this city is completely built, I'm leaving. Let that little eel do as it wishes!"

So Wang Wu waited another year, and when the giant city was finally complete and ready for use,

he was taken aback to discover that the Little Cyan Dragon had transformed into a handsome young man with a completely different aura and went directly to the giant city to take his new position.

It! Damn it, it turned out it was the chief of this giant city, so indeed it was scouting ahead, but just for itself.

Very cautious!

Wang Wu found it speechless. He thought he'd uncovered an extraordinary secret.

Is that it?

Feeling deceived, Wang Wu turned to leave. But just as he drifted away tens of thousands of miles, he felt a slight agitation and sharply turned around, only to see the newly appointed Little Cyan Dragon being assassinated on the spot by two mysterious Taiyi and had its Dragon Sinew ripped out. Then the culprits fled away!

What the heck?

Assassinating a chief, stealing Dragon Scales, when had the Cultivation Realm become so unsafe?

Wang Wu was stunned. He previously thought the Little Cyan Dragon was sneaky, constantly scouting and probing, all for its safety. In the end, it was futile. It got slain regardless.

The two Taiyi who did it were a Tier Six and a Tier Seven. My goodness! Was it really worth it for just a Dragon Sinew? Weren't they afraid of the Cyan Dragon Race's retaliation?

Wang Wu believed that a lot of significant changes must have occurred in the past thousand years.

No, he had to see what's happening at the Hidden Origin Association, huh? Wait a moment!

The Myriad Phenomena Immortal Alliance had reacted quickly. No, it was Yu Chenghu who came!

Wang Wu remembered this individual vividly, at Taiyi Eighth Tier. His overall strength was not inferior to the Frost Monarch, perhaps even surpassed him. Wang Wu didn't know if he had successfully exchanged for the Tier Four Foundation Establishment Array.

In just a thousand years, Yu Chenghu seemed somewhat worn out. But even he couldn't catch the murderers. After investigating for a bit, he left as well.

As a result, the newly built giant city had to close again.

Wang Wu continued his journey, heading straight for Cyan Frost City. Passing by the Great Wilderness Sin Prison Tower, he paused for a moment.

There were many Sin Prison Towers here, as if the entire Cultivation Realm had built them here, like a cemetery.

Hundreds of Sin Prison Towers were spread across thousands of miles. That was quite a density.

Clearly, there was a reason for this, because theoretically, this area was the lowest dimension of the Cultivation Realm, where Yin and Yang Qi were relatively stable.

This also meant the foundation was relatively solid, making it very beneficial for construction.

Most of these Sin Prison Towers were unguarded.

Some were surrounded by wild grass, like a large stone standing there.

Some had ruins of buildings around them.

Occasionally, guarded Sin Prison Towers were surrounded by small villages or towns inhabited by mortals.

Wang Wu also saw a Sin Prison Tower nearing completion.

In summary, it was all very bizarre and absurd.

These Sin Prison Towers were equivalent to independent small worlds.

He even specifically looked for the Great Wilderness Sin Prison Tower belonging to the Hidden Origin Association.

He found it, but couldn't enter it. Without an Array Soul, no one could enter.

No one knew how Qingxue's Three Calamities Evolution was going, but she was indeed safe inside.

Wang Wu continued on his journey, observing and gathering intelligence. Along the way, he witnessed five battles among Taiyi True Immortals. They were vicious and brutal, fighting without restraint, quick and fierce. None restrained themselves, just pure killing, effective and swift, looting everything afterward, without lingering, immediately withdrawing.

It seemed as though the entire Cultivation Realm had overnight returned to the tradition of killing and looting.

The internal competition had intensified.

Wang Wu worriedly decided to head for Cyan Frost City, and about six months away from it, he gave up going, because, ahead was a battleground, a vast battleground, spanning over ten million miles, using cities and Eternal Firm Immortal Artifacts to form a blockade Immortal Array, directly cutting off the way forward.