Within the Nine Sons Heavenly Palace, two men sat facing each other.
The former "enemies" now met face-to-face. Li Qingyun's Shangqing Heaven identity and Tuoluo, once a ferryman, were both left somewhat speechless with emotion.
This body of Li Qingyun's had ultimately transcended from Nine Sons Heaven and attained the Haotian position.
Because of him, all nine Heavenly Masters of Nine Sons Heaven had lost their heads, swept away by that mysterious Heavenly Mother as though she were cutting leeks.
All things considered, this body and Nine Sons Heaven were entangled in no small amount of karma.
"I never imagined that in barely more than a year of the Heavenly Master Calendar, you would have reached such a point! And I, after taking my position, already learned of my inevitable fate..." Tuoluo Heaven, whose shoulders were extraordinarily broad and bore a Heavenly Head with eight tumors, gazed at the coldly handsome and overbearing Li Qingyun, sighing softly with complicated feelings.
Every roughly five thousand years of the Heavenly Master Calendar, Nine Sons Heaven would be harvested once by the mysterious Heavenly Mother. Tuoluo appeared glorious, and after attaining Haotian, he swiftly entered the Tree Connecting Realm.
Yet only after sitting upon the shoulders of this heavenly body did Tuoluo understand what true terror was. The day he took his position was the day the countdown to his being devoured began.
Counting the days and waiting for destruction—such a feeling would likely crush even a Heavenly Master beneath suffocating fear.
Li Qingyun raised his cup in gesture. His gaze swept across the eight tumors on Tuoluo's shoulders, and he said thoughtfully, "Your ancestors worshipped the wrong god. The bitter fruit they swallowed must be repaid by their descendants through sacrifice, and there will be no end to it!"
He deliberately paused.