Golden Ranking Exposure, Great Tang Empire!

Li Xin stared at the words on the Heavenly Curtain, slightly stunned. [Li Xin | Heavenly Curtain]

The Heavenly Dao Ranking List? [Heavenly Dao Ranking List]

He was familiar with this plot.

Was this a small interlude to add some fun to this world?

"Leader, what is that?"

Gongsun Li stood up, looking at the anomaly in the sky, her beautiful eyes full of curiosity. [Gongsun Li | Anomaly]

She could feel that the power contained within the ranking list did not seem to belong to this world.

"An interesting toy."

Li Xin withdrew his gaze, a playful curve at the corner of his lips. [Li Xin]

He wasn't surprised, nor was he the least bit afraid.

At his absolute peak of power, any variable was merely a spice to his life.

"Let's go, Ali." [Ali]

"Let's go join the fun too."

"And see where this so-called Power Ranking places our Great Tang." [Power Ranking]

Li Xin reached out and naturally put his arm around Gongsun Li's slender waist. [Li Xin | Gongsun Li]

The girl's body went soft, and she leaned into his embrace.

The two figures flashed and disappeared from their original positions.

Martial Soul City, Papal Palace. [Martial Soul City | Papal Palace]

This was the holy land in the hearts of all the soul masters on the continent, yet it was now deathly silent.

On the high papal throne, Bibi Dong sat elegantly with her legs crossed. [Bibi Dong]

Her purple-gold papal robe was slit extremely high, revealing her fair and plump thighs within. Her skin was like snow, exuding the fatal allure unique to mature women.

She held a scepter in her hand, her gaze fixed on the golden ranking list in the sky. [Golden Ranking]

For the first time, a solemn expression appeared on her stunningly beautiful face.

"Heavenly Dao Ranking List..." [Heavenly Dao Ranking List]

Bibi Dong's red lips parted slightly, her voice a little hoarse, yet filled with endless majesty. Even as the successor of the Rakshasa God, she felt a palpitation when facing this sudden Heavenly Curtain. This power was far beyond her comprehension.

"I hope it doesn't affect Xue'er's plan."

A flicker of worry flashed in Bibi Dong's eyes. Her gaze seemed to pierce through the void, looking towards the distant East, towards the city named Chang'an.

The Great Tang Empire. It was an Enigmatic Existence. Its territory was not large, in fact, it could be said to be very small, occupying only a plain.

They rarely interacted with the outside world and did not participate in the continent's disputes. But according to the intelligence of the major powers, it was an absolute Forbidden Land. Twenty years ago, a Cardinal from the Martial Soul Hall, relying on his cultivation as a Soul Douluo, attempted to infiltrate the Great Tang Imperial Palace to gather intelligence. The result. Less than half an hour after entering, his Life Tablet shattered. Not even a corpse was found. Later, Qian Daoliu personally went to the Great Tang border. After returning, he issued a Death Order: Unless absolutely necessary, do not provoke the Great Tang.

"That place hides a Great Terror."

Bibi Dong took a deep breath, the fullness of her chest rising and falling slightly with her breath. She now only hoped that this so-called Heavenly Dao Ranking List would not lift the mysterious veil of the Great Tang. Otherwise, the situation on the continent would truly be in chaos.

Chang'an City, Daming Palace. Inside the magnificent hall, the atmosphere was tense. On a high platform, a golden beaded curtain hung down, vaguely revealing a peerless figure seated behind it.

She was a woman dressed in an Imperial Robe.

Although her face was unclear, the aura of dominating the world pressed down on everyone present, making it difficult to breathe.

The Great Tang Empress, Wu Zetian.

Just by sitting there, her perfect body curves were faintly visible. The wide Imperial Robe could not conceal her proud figure.

Especially the half-calf occasionally revealed from under the hem of her robe, fair as jade, with extremely graceful lines, making one's mouth dry at a single glance, yet not daring to harbor the slightest disrespectful thought.

Below the great hall, two groups of people were divided.

On the left was a stunningly beautiful woman dressed in Golden Palace Attire.

Qian Renxue.

She had brilliant golden hair, delicate features like a painting, and a noble, cold, and stunning demeanor, as if an angel had descended.

At this moment, she was slightly raising her chin, looking at the opposite side with an arrogant expression.

And on the right was a group of people who appeared somewhat disheveled.

Leading them was a middle-aged man with a stiff face and a crew cut.

Yu Xiaogang.

Behind him followed Dai Mubai, Oscar, Ma Hongjun, and the other Shrek's Seven Devils.

Only the destined one, Tang San, was missing.

"Empress Your Majesty."

Yu Xiaogang stepped forward, cupped his hands in greeting. Although his tone was respectful, his back was straight, displaying the Scholarly Arrogance of a scholar.

"The Martial Soul Empire acts against the natural order and wages war, causing widespread suffering."

"The Great Tang is a Land of Etiquette, possessing great power. It should naturally follow the will of heaven and assist our two great empires in eradicating evil, bringing a Clear and Bright World back to the continent!"

Yu Xiaogang spoke righteously, spittle flying.

In his opinion, since the Great Tang had been in seclusion, it must yearn for peace.

As long as he stood on the Moral High Ground, appealing to reason and emotion, he would definitely be able to persuade this Empress.

"Heh."

A cold laugh was heard.

Qian Renxue glanced at Yu Xiaogang disdainfully, her red lips parting slightly:

"What can a so-called master do besides flap their gums?"

"The victor rules, the defeated are punished – this is an eternal truth."

"My Martial Soul Empire unifies the continent to establish a better order."

After speaking, she turned to face Wu Zetian behind the beaded curtain, bowing slightly with elegant posture.

"Empress, my Martial Soul Empire wishes to form an eternal alliance with the Great Tang."

"As long as the Great Tang remains neutral, after my empire unifies the continent, we are willing to divide the world equally with the Great Tang!"

This was the bottom line.

It was also the Martial Soul Empire's sincerity.

Behind the beaded curtain, Wu Zetian leaned lazily on the Dragon Throne, toying with a jade seal in her hand.

She found the bickering between these two parties merely noisy.

If it weren't for Li Xin's instructions before he went into seclusion to maintain the continent's balance, she would have already had these flies chased out.

Just then.

In the shadows of a corner of the great hall, space distorted slightly.

Two figures appeared silently.

It was Li Xin and Gongsun Li.

They didn't startle anyone, as if they had been standing there all along.

But Wu Zetian, as the mistress of Daming Palace, naturally sensed it immediately.

In that instant.

The Empress, who had been high and mighty and exuding dominance, trembled violently.

In her phoenix eyes, surprise and joy instantly erupted.

That familiar aura!

He succeeded?

Wu Zetian subconsciously wanted to get up, to rush down from the high platform to welcome the man who haunted her dreams.

What Empress's majesty, what envoys from two nations, none of it mattered in her eyes at this moment.

Just as she lifted her slender jade leg, preparing to take a step.

Li Xin's gaze pierced through the beaded curtain and landed on her.

A look.

Calm, gentle, yet carrying a comforting power.

Wu Zetian understood the meaning behind that look.

She took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the excitement in her heart, and sat back down on the Dragon Throne.

However, a subtle tenderness and smile now graced her previously indifferent face, a change barely perceptible.

This tiny shift went unnoticed by Yu Xiaogang and Qian Renxue, who were still arguing.