She tapped her fingertip again, and a Jade Jue quietly materialized. With a languid expression, she slowly traced talismanic patterns across its surface with her fingernail.
Her vermilion lips parted slightly. As she breathed, the fragrance of Orchid Musk quietly spread, her breath as gentle as drifting silk.
The Jade Jue lit up in response, circled her three times, then shot through the air, plunging like a meteor toward the North Nether Sea in the Earthly Immortal Realm.
She parted the void once more, revealing the River of Destiny. Her lashes trembled lightly as her exquisite eyes gazed upon the Yao Race Destiny—just as expected, it was weak and withered, its breath barely lingering. Then she lowered her head and glanced at the Human Race Fortune, only to find it vigorous as a warrior in his prime, dense and rich, surging without end.
Several unusual streams of fortune also continuously flowed into it—some fierce as fire, some steadfast as a mountain, and some nimble as lightning. Thus, the Human Race Fortune remained at its peak, never declining, like the sun at noon.
She waved her wrist lightly, and the gauze slipped down with it. With a faint, almost inaudible sound of solitude, two lengths of cloud silk draped over the edge of the couch, quietly concealing that breathtaking, peerless figure.
At the same time, above the North Nether Sea, Kunpeng was locked in a confrontation with Nezha and Yang Jian.
Suddenly, a streak of light hurtled in from beyond the heavens and shot straight toward Kunpeng's face. He recognized at a glance the resplendent Heavenly Might wrapped within it, and his mind shook violently. He instinctively tried to dodge, but it was already too late.
At that moment, the streak of light condensed into a blue jade pendant, its smooth