First Wu Domain, outside the Wu Family ancestral temple, security was tight as ever.
About thirty percent of the Wu Family’s top-tier experts had gathered here.
Three hundred sixty Wu treasures sealed the skies and earth, and twelve colossal Wu formations hid within the void.
It was as impervious as a fortress—even a mere mosquito would find it almost impossible to fly inside.
Within the ancestral temple, the Yin-Yang Daoist sat cross-legged.
His eyes sparkled with spiritual light, his hands repeatedly grasping at empty air in a fluid, winding manner.
Several of the Wu Family’s old monsters unleashed their heaven-defying Wu magic and divine powers, forcibly relocating several extremely thick underground spirit veins from tens of thousands of miles away.
They connected the veins’ output directly to the grand hall of the ancestral temple.
Inside the grand hall, the energy of heaven and earth was thick and flowing like water.
The Yin-Yang Daoist moved casually through the void, a massive pile of crystal slips condensed before him.
On these slips were dense markings, countless characters, patterns, and designs inscribed with his magic—representing all the knowledge contained in Wu Tie’s vast database within his mind.