"Heaven-sent fortune?"
Feng Wuji's heart stirred, and delight appeared on his face. "This disciple still does not know the extent of Master's powers..."
"Haha! Your master is neither governed by the Heavenly Emperor above nor under the jurisdiction of the underworld below! I stand beyond the Five Elements and outside the Six Paths! I have received Heaven's mandate—even the Heavenly Emperor can do nothing to me!"
The strange eye laughed loudly and tossed out several edicts.
"Take these edicts. Your master still has important matters to attend to! Remember, Fu Shang of Sword Gate is the key!"
"This disciple respectfully sees Master off."
Feng Wuji wore a humble expression as he accepted the descending edicts.
The strange eye vanished. Feng Wuji straightened, a cold smile appearing on his face. "Heaven-sent fortune? Only if I can refine those old gods, Fu Shang, the Bixie Divine Emperor, and you together would that truly be heaven-sent fortune."
With a flip of his hand, he put away the edicts. Feng Wuji stepped out of the hall and entered the vast mountain ranges.
Those old gods were all timid cowards and would never obediently follow orders. If he wanted them to draw out Fu Shang, he would need to make many more plans.
Within Sword Gate, atop Jade Sword Cliff, Fu Shang sat cross-legged on a slab of jade.
Not far away, two plump, fair children imitated Fu Shang and sat on the ground. They were Gongsun Xuanyuan and Jiang Feng's son, Jiang Zhiyou.
These two little fellows possessed extraordinary talent and powerful bloodlines. Though still very young, their destructive power could not be underestimated.
Over this period, they had thrown the entirety of Sword Gate into complete chaos.
Left with no choice, Shui Zi'an and Jun Sixie could only send the two treasures