Shen Tang and the Panda Righteous Warrior reached an initial consensus on their plan to steal the heavens and change the sun. They could discuss the finer details at their leisure. As an ancient Demon Emperor of the Demon Race, the Panda Righteous Warrior showed his sincerity by granting Shen Tang considerable authority—for example, letting her choose the race she would be reincarnated as.
Shen Tang said, "Aren't they all part of the Demon Race?"
The Panda Righteous Warrior idly flipped through the memorials Shen Tang had approved. "Even among mortal humans, there are ranks and distinctions. The Demon Race is even more unruly and savage by comparison. Picking a good bloodline for your next life can save you a lot of effort. Your Highness, the world has changed. This isn't the age when even a vine or tree could cultivate to sainthood. In the mortal realms of the greater and lesser worlds, dragons and phoenixes reign supreme. Anyone with even a trace of their blood is a cut above the rest."
Shen Tang said scornfully, "Lame. All flash and no substance."
The Panda Righteous Warrior asked, "Since Your Highness doesn't mind what form you take in your next life, shall we leave it to the Six Paths of Reincarnation to decide at random?"
Shen Tang was naturally unwilling.
The Six Paths of Reincarnation in the greater and lesser worlds were still under the Heavenly Dao's surveillance.
Shen Tang had partnered with the Demon Emperor, once spurned by the Demon Race. There was no guarantee the Heavenly Dao wouldn't interfere. After all, that old bastard's credibility had long since gone bankrupt. She said, "No need. I'll make the arrangements myself."
The Panda Righteous Warrior wasn't surprised by her change of heart.
"Then I'll wait for Your Highness to finalize the