White Hair Three Thousand Zhang Long, Sorrow Like a Thread

Heavenly Realm · True Martial Manor.

Wang E, the Great Divine Officer of the Celestial Inspection Bureau, sat before the hall of True Martial Manor, watching the clouds drift past. His weapon rested against the side of the hall. He let out a sigh—

Two whole months had passed, and the sun in the heavens had grown larger and larger.

The immortals of the Heavenly Realm had considered ways to deal with the sun, but while it wouldn't be difficult to shoot through these newly appeared great suns, the trouble was that once the several great suns were pierced and shattered, their flames would scatter everywhere. That would likely bring about another great catastrophe. Sending them crashing into the mortal world and destroying several cities or shattering mountains and rivers would be all too easy.

By then, the mortal world's Master and the Human Emperor would probably ascend to the heavens again to demand an explanation.

The final tribulation remained unresolved, yet the Six Realms were already fighting among themselves. Still, it was absolutely no good to leave these nine great suns where they were. The glaciers in the mortal world were melting, and the waters of the Xuan Ming Northern Sea Region had already risen. Even with the Human Dao Destiny Grand Formation shielding and protecting the realm, this could never be a long-term solution.

At present, the Great Celestial Venerable Jade Emperor had invited the sages and true beings of every realm to gather at the Soaring Heavens Palace.

But this time, they probably wouldn't reach any conclusion either.

After all, Empress Houtu, who governed the earth, mountains, and rivers, and Empress Nuwa, the Mother of the Human Race, were both absent from the Soaring Heavens Palace. They were here instead. Without the two of them, how far