Cultivators had no sense of passing years; in the blink of an eye, ten years had gone by.
Over those ten years, Zhenyuanzi stayed shut away in Wuzhuang Temple, never stepping beyond its gates. Nothing seemed to have happened, as though nothing had occurred at all.
Whether it was the "secrets of Heaven and Earth" or the "Primordial Violet Qi," he seemed not to care about any of it, as though there had never been such matters.
But Li Yu knew that during these past ten years, Zhenyuanzi had been preparing all along, like a crocodile lurking beneath the water, waiting for the right moment, waiting for its prey.
Long Aotian, the "Hong Yun successor" Li Yu had concocted, had also found himself a mighty patron and cultivated peacefully in Wuzhuang Temple.
As for Li Yu, over the past ten years, aside from using the "Longevity True Scripture" to "reshape his foundation," he had also been waiting.
"The good show is finally starting!"
On this day, Li Yu clearly sensed an incomparably furious aura surging up from the direction of Wa Imperial Palace above the heavens.
Within the phoenix-canopied jeweled tent, the scenery was extraordinary, adorned everywhere with exquisite golden designs.
Layered distant hills flew in emerald hues, fluttering sleeves reflected robes like rosy clouds.
Pear blossoms drenched in rain competed in bewitching splendor, peonies veiled in mist flaunted seductive finery.
If only such enchantment could stir the heart, it would be brought back to Changle to serve the king.
Emperor Shang Di Xin, also known as King Zhou, had written a poem in Nuwa's temple.
From a literary standpoint, the poem was actually quite well written. But... you had to consider who you were flirting with!
You were a mortal king, basically no different from the chief of some