For a moment, Yang Chan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Other immortals and gods begged in vain for a child. At her Half-Step Hunyuan cultivation, giving birth at all was already incredible, and he wanted another? He could dream on.
Still, she didn't interrupt Liu Yanchang. "Husband, this child is a boy. As we agreed, let's call him Chen Xiang."
Liu Yanchang still seemed utterly unconcerned. He didn't even lift his buried head, merely mumbling, "Whatever you say, my dear!"
On the Primordial Continent lay Guanjiang Estuary. It had never been much of a blessed land, certainly nowhere near Mount Hua's equal.
Stationed here was a god renowned throughout Hong Huang: the Erlang Manifesting True Lord, the Judicial Heavenly God, the leading figure of the Chan Sect's third generation, and the Heavenly Emperor's nephew—Yang Jian.
Yang Jian himself had reached the third heaven of Hunyuan Supreme. Under him were the Six Brothers of Mount Mei, each at Half-Step Hunyuan. Even Xiaotian Dog was a late-stage Quasi-Saint, while all twelve hundred of his grass-roots gods had reached Da Luo.
That counted for little among Hong Huang's great powers, but among the younger generation, it was an extraordinarily strong force.
Yang Jian was warmhearted. So long as his worshippers' requests weren't excessive, he answered them all, and he protected the people of Guanjiang Estuary.
Thus, incense burned year-round at the Erlang Manifesting True Lord Temple.
One day, someone Yang Jian could never have imagined came to Guanjiang Estuary.
Outside Yang Jian's residence stood a tall figure of peerless beauty. Her phoenix robe traced her striking figure, and she radiated regal grace.
Inside the True Lord Temple, Yang Jian's closed eyes flew open. Surprise crossed his face as he murmured,
"I thought she was passing by. She's actually come to