Birth of the Spirit Lock (Just Starting to Recover, Owe Four, Will Slowly Make Up Later)

The many Supremes departed in excitement, leaving only two people behind, along with the Vermilion Bird Saintess watching them curiously from the side.

"Fellow Daoist, are you the Vermilion Bird Saintess of this generation?"

Jiang Ding did not release the girl in his arms as he asked with a smile.

Throughout history, the Vermilion Bird Holy Land and Fusang Holy Land had been blood allies bound by life and death, allies of the Empress. They had supported one another through the imperial harems of many Immortal Dynasties, weathering countless schemes and treacherous traps.

The Vermilion Bird Saintess of this generation now appeared extraordinarily remarkable.

She was a lovely female cultivator clad in a lake-blue palace gown, with skin like snow, shining large eyes, and a strikingly full chest. Her realm seemed to stand at the threshold of the Eight Calamity Supreme, on the verge of breaking through to Quasi-Emperor.

She was quite impressive.

One had to know that the Fusang Holy Land had never expanded. Its ability to obtain resources from the outside world was insufficient, and its cultivation environment was far inferior to that of the Dao Court.

"Your Majesty, I am Vermilion Bird."

The Vermilion Bird Saintess looked at the person before her with immense admiration and spoke sweetly.

"Mm, Fellow Daoist truly is an outstanding talent."

"The Vermilion Bird Holy Land helped me greatly within the Time Fault. To meet the inheritor of its legacy today is truly fortunate."

Jiang Ding smiled and praised her.

The Vermilion Bird Saintess lowered her head somewhat shyly.

Yet in her heart, she felt a little disappointed, as well as greatly relieved.

The imperial harem had always been known for its surging clouds and treacherous currents. Forget an Eight Calamity Supreme—even Quasi-Emperors and Ninth Tribulation Supremes could die if they became