The Human Emperor... not at home?
Wu Xiaode's smile gradually froze on his face.
From the Book of the Dead, several lines of ice crystal small characters emerged:
"Preparations for the Human Emperor's Secret Realm are in full swing, and the Ten Thousand Spirits are about to appear in the secret realm."
"Thanks to this, many big-name Heroic Spirits are in closed-door discussions."
"Naturally, the Human Emperor is among them."
"Therefore, not at home."
"——Keep it up, go on your own!"
Wu Xiaode took out a handkerchief and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead.
He glanced to his side, only to see Qiong open her mouth in surprise, her face filled with disbelief and yearning.
The phrase "I humbly summon the Human Emperor to descend" that Wu Xiaode just shouted had echoed far and wide.
At this critical moment of life and death, in this hopeless situation, Wu Xiaode was so confident because his inheritance could summon the ancient Human Emperor to descend!
