The True Desperate Situation

In this mysterious place, space was stable to a terrifying degree.

Whatever he encountered, Wu Yuan wouldn't be surprised.

But the figure before him, dressed in flowing robes and a feathered fan, made Wu Yuan involuntarily think of someone buried deep in his memories.

A very hazy figure.

An ancient man who had acted out five thousand years of myth. Not only were their outfits similar; even their faces bore a slight resemblance.

"Senior." Wu Yuan bowed respectfully. He couldn't see through the newcomer at all and had no idea whether he was a Dao Spirit or some super-powerful expert.

"My name is Bai Ze. You can call me White Emperor, too." The man in white robes waved his feathered fan and smiled. He was truly handsome and refined.

Bai Ze? White Emperor?

Wu Yuan's pupils contracted. He immediately recalled many legends he'd read in the intelligence archives.

At the source of all time, at the very beginning of all things, in the unimaginably distant Primal Era, heroes vied for supremacy, while Dao Masters shook the Domain Sea... Houtu Ancestral Witch had subdued the ancient God and Devil "Teng Snake," who remained by her side.

Bai Ze was a divine beast, an auspicious beast. Like the Teng Snake lineage, many divine beasts with Bai Ze blood had existed throughout the long ages.

But among the Bai Ze clan, only one had the right to be called the "White Emperor"—the Bai Ze Progenitor.

The Bai Ze Progenitor had always stayed by Empress Nuwa's side.

"Senior, are you the one who stayed by Empress Nuwa's side?" Wu Yuan couldn't help asking, holding his breath.

Empress Nuwa—the first to attain sainthood through her own strength in the Endless Domain Sea, and the creator of humanity.

Her power and mythical feats were faintly said