The departing Old Emperor had not yet caught up with the other Rank 7s when he instead encountered a great yokai.
The Rank 7 great yokai, shaped like an elephant, swept its gaze over the Old Emperor's condition and mocked, "Little one, how pitiful. You have only lived for so few years, yet you must return to the grave."
The Old Emperor looked very old.
But compared to the great yokai's age, his years were not even worth mentioning.
The great yokai was not wrong to call the Old Emperor a little one.
The Old Emperor replied with a chuckle, "A yokai is a yokai. How could you understand our great aspirations?"
"Since you have come, why retreat?"
Though the great yokai mocked him, it was constantly retreating as it spoke.
No great yokai dared to disregard the emperor of the Human Plane.
That was a lesson paid for in blood.
It had thought that bypassing the Star Court Dynasty's army would let it seize the Human Plane's fertile regions first.
It had not expected to run straight into the Old Emperor.
It had heard that there was a Goddess of Luck in the void who most enjoyed cursing others for amusement.
Could this have been her handiwork?
In the void, the Goddess of Luck sneezed several times in a row. Rubbing her reddened nose, she said, "Who's talking about me? Or have I caught a cold?"
Did a virus capable of giving a Rank 7 a cold really exist?
"I bless you..."
Before she could finish her blessing, the Goddess of Luck shuddered and withdrew it.
"No, why do I feel like some petty villain has his eye on me?"
"Where are you, my dear sister? I miss you."
Looking weak and innocent, the Goddess of Luck said, "If