It was at the very moment Zhang Ningyue crushed the jade slip.
Far away, ten thousand li distant, in one of the secret chambers within a palace amid a vast cluster of palaces floating in the Ninth Heaven, resplendent as a blazing sun.
A stern-looking middle-aged man dressed in a golden Sunfire robe slowly opened his eyes. His gaze seemed to pierce through everything in the world before landing inside the main hall of the Four-Armed God Kingdom.
Before long, the middle-aged man's gaze followed the direction of Zhang Ningyue's aura and fell upon Li Zhōujūn.
Inside the main hall of the Four-Armed God Kingdom.
As the middle-aged man in the Sunfire robe cast his gaze here, the entire hall transformed into the heart of a blazing sun. The temperature abruptly soared, and the surrounding air solidified like a mountain.
The family of three—Four-Armed Divine Lord, Gongshan Gong, and Gongshan Sheng—could not withstand it at all. One after another, they dropped to their knees with a thump. Their bodies trembled as they buried their heads against the ground, not daring to lift them even slightly.
Zhang Ningyue, meanwhile, bowed toward the void from afar. Across countless mountains and rivers, she saluted the middle-aged man in the Sunfire robe.
It was obvious that this middle-aged man in the Sunfire robe was none other than Taiyang Divine King.
At the same time, when Li Zhōujūn sensed that gaze descend and felt the surrounding aura solidify like a mountain, he not only did not buckle beneath it—he straightened his back even further.
"The Divine King's gaze has reached this place. Why haven't you bowed?" After saluting Taiyang Divine King ten thousand li away, Zhang Ningyue's gaze abruptly fell upon Li Zhōujūn, and she spoke in a chilling tone.
"Not bowing means not bowing.