Mitian Sage, clad in white, stood above the Nine Heavens!
He looked down indifferently at the Serpent Empress Master in her hempen robe.
People could not make out the Sage's features. Because he was a Sage, he represented the heavens above—Heaven had no form, yet all forms! The Sage was the same.
When Mitian Sage appeared, not the slightest aura spread from him, yet an imposing might strangely sank deep into everyone's hearts.
In an instant, nearly everyone's heart trembled, as though they were facing the majesty of Heaven.
A feeling of bowing down in worship suddenly welled up in everyone's heart.
Indeed, some whose resolve was not firm enough had already knelt. This was a true Sage—not the divine sense of a former Sage seizing a body, but a genuine Sage.
When a Sage arrived, all sounds fell silent. It was as if Heaven and Earth had suddenly frozen.
Many people did not even dare raise their heads to look. Those who could look felt the entire world fade away, leaving only one focal point: Mitian Sage.
"SSSSSSSS~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"
The Great Green Snake beneath the Serpent Empress Master hissed, as if resisting Mitian Sage. It let out repeated low growls and glared coldly at him.
"A clone bearing Nüwa's bloodline. What a pity. Nüwa is dead; no matter how great your pride, it is all in vain!" Mitian Sage said blandly.
His voice was very soft, as though it had entered everyone's hearts.
"Mitian Sage, what grudge do you and I have? Why do you keep following me?" Ma Gu asked coldly.
A grudge? The experts from all directions were startled. Could the Serpent Empress Master truly have a grudge against a Sage?
"You have no grudge against me, but the heavenly order cannot be defied. You should stop struggling!"