The legendary Empress Xuanming had submitted to Fang Qing, lowering her brows and obeying meekly, as though she truly were nothing more than a gentle maid.
Her beauty was still like ten-thousand-year cold jade carved by nature, with icy skin and snow-white bones. Yet the imperial sharpness and distant chill that once kept others away had faded from her eyes, leaving behind only gentle respectfulness.
Whenever her lashes lowered and her gaze shifted, a faint trace of complexity occasionally flickered through her eyes.
It was not the tameness of complete surrender. Rather, it was like a calculating chess player who, after assessing the situation, had voluntarily turned herself into a more exquisite chess piece and wagered everything on a chessboard unlike any she had ever seen.
Within her heart was both reverence for absolute power and ambition and temptation toward the future.
Serving Fang Qing might be the greatest gamble of her long life, but it might also be her best chance to approach the true Great Dao of immortality.
After the Empress Xuanming submitted, Fang Qing swept his gaze over the leaders of the other restless factions.
The moment those people met his eyes, their hearts turned cold. They all lowered their heads, not daring to meet his gaze. Even the Empress Xuanming had submitted, while Po Jun Shang Ren's fate was unknown. Who would dare provoke such a calamity?
Fang Qing could not be bothered with them. His goal had already been achieved. He looked toward the Primordial Divine Insect mother, whose aura had become extremely weak after laying eggs and who was watching him with vigilance and confusion.
"Come with me. I will help you recover and provide a safe place for you to raise your offspring."
Fang Qing communicated through divine sense while releasing the aura