Li Qingyun had long since discovered that all the Niangniang Temples in Nine Sons Heaven were actually controlled by a place called the "Sacred Mountain."
This Sacred Mountain stood in the Northern Continent and was also the ancestral land worshipped by the nine clans.
Every ten years, a batch of aging Holy Maidens who had lost their ability to bear children would be summoned back to the Sacred Mountain to spend their remaining years there.
Yet no one ever saw them descend the mountain again.
Some said they had truly ascended to heaven in merit on the Sacred Mountain.
Others said they simply lived out their old age there, then died on the mountain.
In Li Qingyun's eyes, this so-called Sacred Mountain was nothing more than a mountain that devoured people, while the ancient temple atop it was an important anchor for the Nine Sons Empress.
The Nine Great Clans, who called themselves the Heavenly Clan and boasted of being children of the Heavenly Mother, believed they had been born to stand above all living beings and could freely regard every creature outside the nine clans as materials for human medicine.
But Li Qingyun felt that these so-called Heavenly Clan, these children of the Heavenly Mother, were most likely fish being raised in the Nine Sons Empress's pond.
This pond called Nine Sons Heaven was probably harvested once every fifty million years, and only the fattest nine fish were hauled away!
"What Heavenly Clan? Just a bunch of pitiful worms..."
Under the night curtain, Li Qingyun walked through streets blurred with lamplight. As he moved through the crowd, the aura around him swiftly changed.
Yellow robes, a yellow-jade face, indifferent eyes... The Huang Pi ghost shadow, absent for the past year or two, ought to come out for another stroll.