For more than half the year in the Ancient Theocracy, it was snow season.
It should have been the sunny days of March by now, with the south already turning warm, yet Taiji Peak Lake remained blanketed in snow.
As far as the eye could see, heaven and earth were a vast expanse of white.
Having returned to the Ancient Theocracy, Li Tianming no longer had to live every day on tenterhooks.
Yet Jiang Feiling's changes had brought him new worries.
On the roof of the Burning Spirit Palace—
Li Tianming and Jiang Feiling sat close together, nearly leaning into each other.
The fresh, ethereal fragrance she carried was enough to intoxicate the soul.
In the courtyard below, Xianxian had plunged its black roots into the soil and was holding heaps of roasted ferocious beast meat dripping with grease as it wolfed them down.
Its spirit form lay in Jiang Feiling's arms, gnawing wildly at the air with bared teeth. It was simply an insult to refinement.
Miaomiao was also lying comfortably on a boulder, basking its head in the early spring sunlight. Lanhuang had flipped itself over and was playing spinning top, whirling around with booming laughter that made people's heads spin. Finally, there was one wounded patient, its wings wrapped in bandages, twisting its waist and stretching its tendons on the roof to loosen up its body...
This was precisely the peaceful life Li Tianming had once imagined within the Thousandstar Realm.
Unfortunately, after suffering a setback, the five divine realms would surely retaliate with even greater savagery.
The shadow they cast had already shrouded the entire Theocracy.
"Ling'er, back in the Divine Tomb, didn't you and Xiaofeng destroy her?" Li Tianming asked.
The early spring sunlight fell across his sharply sculpted face.
Perhaps because he had killed