Wubian Huang paused and said, "The world will face a great calamity, the Nine Dragon Son is about to be born. Killing him in his infancy might avert this disaster."
"!"
Mingzhi Tian learned from the memories of the three demon monsters that an unparalleled Son of Destiny would appear, capable of bringing great fortune or great disaster to the world. Regardless, upon his birth, he would be at the first level of the Saint Divine Realm, his cultivation wavering. He would be Mingzhi Tian's greatest enemy in this life.
...
Soon, Wubian Huang obtained the Exquisite God Buddha Light Sarira and absorbed it into the void.
"Who goes there?! Stop!"
A demonic wind man approached, holding an Eight Gods Silver Spear and pointing at Wubian Huang. "This is the foundation of my Demon Spirit City for the next ten thousand years. How can you easily take it? Leave it! And I'll spare your life!"
Wubian Huang let out a cold snort. "Ten thousand years of foundation? Can you even guard it?"
With a flick of his finger, a surging killing intent swept over!
Even with a mere attack from the Asura Realm, the man could not withstand it.
By the time the man reacted, Wubian Huang had already torn open a spatial rift and departed. When he tried to pursue, he found it strange. It was only an Asura Realm ability, and logically, he should have been able to catch up. Yet, the pursuer had vanished. It seemed the one who stole the Exquisite God Buddha Light Sarira was not as simple as he appeared.
Soon, ten experts arrived in a flash. "Alliance Leader! What happened?"
The man was the leader of the Northern Star Alliance, Bei Xingyu. He brushed the dust off himself, his expression grave. "The Exquisite God Buddha Light Sarira has been stolen..."
The ten experts were shocked! "What?!"
Could it be... that even their Alliance Leader, Bei Xingyu, could not stop the intruder?
Bei Xingyu's face darkened. He continued, "Moreover... I couldn't even clearly see the intruder's full appearance before he instantly escaped."
The ten experts were shocked again! They were at a loss for words, unsure of what to do.
...
Wubian Huang emerged from the void, arriving before a Xuan Crystal coffin. Within it lay a sleeping goddess, seemingly held captive by some curse, unable to awaken.
Wubian Huang's pupils glowed with golden light. After confirming the Exquisite God Buddha Light Sarira was genuine, he placed it into the goddess's mouth.
A moment later...
After melting in her mouth, the goddess slowly opened a pair of azure eyes. "Shouyan, I... am still alive?"
Wubian Huang, uncharacteristically humble, clasped her fair, snow-like hands. "As long as I, this Emperor, do not permit it, even the Ten Emperors and Yama have no right to take you away."
Goddess Tilana was moved to tears. "Shouyan... why must you go through such trouble?"
Wubian Huang cast a disdainful glance at the one high above in the boundless firmament. "Creator, do not try to challenge my bottom line again, or I will show you what it means to obliterate the heavens and destroy the earth!"
...
Mingzhi Tian was fretting about not knowing where to go when he suddenly heard the sounds of a bustling crowd. People of all colors and types were surging into the venue. Along the way, they were composing poems, crafting verses with lanterns and lines with light. Mingzhi Tian was quite curious and followed the crowd inside.
It turned out to be a Poetry Competition. Those arriving from the back were latecomers. In fact, the competition was already well underway, nearing its end.
The Scribe announced, "Next is the previous Poetry King, Yao Li, versus the new Poetry Saint of this session, Liao Rusheng! You may begin!"
The two held paper fans.
Yao Li closed his fan and said, "Oriole."
Liao Rusheng also closed his fan and pointed out with it, "Egret."
Yao Li pointed with his fan, "Western Ridge."
Liao Rusheng responded fluently, "Eastern Wu!"
Yao Li unleashed his trump card! "A flower with unspoken hardship, her eyes conveying affection, returning victorious."