Bowing Before the Steps, the King's Will Was Heaven

The Solar System, Void Domain.

The Platinum Temple, like an ancient deity, floats above the sun, its shimmering light illuminating the surroundings.

Outside the Divine Temple, in the void, Sun Ruowei stood quietly. Her figure was graceful, her skirt fluttering gently with the dark currents in the void, like a fairy, but her clear eyes were full of sorrow.

She slowly turned her head, gazing at the distant, azure planet: Earth.

Over the millennia, she has become deeply fascinated by the cultures of the world, especially the poems and lyrics written by the ancients, which she has studied extensively.

My emotions are churning right now, and I'm inexplicably thinking about the ups and downs of life behind those poems. I feel more and more that most people in this world can't escape the word "acceptance of fate."

Some things are simply not present at birth, and no matter how hard one tries to catch up later, it seems impossible to attain them. Even the most brilliant and talented individuals of ancient Huaxia could not escape this fate.

When Li Bai was nineteen, he wrote with great ambition, "The roc rises with the wind in a single day, soaring straight up ninety thousand miles," showing his lofty aspirations. But when he was sixty-one, all that remained was the desolate and tragic "The roc flies, shaking the eight corners of the earth, but collapses in the middle of the sky, its strength failing."

At the age of twenty-four, Du Fu climbed Mount Tai and recited, "I will climb to the summit and look down on all the mountains below," his youthful ambition soaring to the heavens. But at the age of fifty-six, he could only sigh with the helplessness and despair of "Hardships and sorrows have turned my temples gray, and I have stopped drinking wine in my decline."

Sun Ruowei shook her head, a relieved smile on her face. The sharpness and ambition of her youth were irreplaceable treasures, and now that those remaining obsessions had completely dissipated, she could finally let go.

She wasn't without options, but what about her family and clan? Moreover, the thought that she was merely a minor realm master, yet had to contend with behemoths like the Virtual Universe Company, the Cosmic Galaxy Milky Way, and even the entire Human Race, made any struggle seem futile and laughable.

That's fine, let it be.

She shook her head again, the air beneath her feet solidified slightly, and her figure slowly floated towards the direction of the Platinum Temple.

At that very moment.

"Let me go! Do you know who I am? I am the matriarch of the tenth generation of the Ross Family!" A voice, both gentle and angry, came from the void, indicating that the newcomer was not weak.

Sun Ruowei paused, turning her head to look.

Two female guards, dressed in the standard silver armor of the Ross Family, were seen escorting a woman, one on each side.

The woman had a cascade of silver hair and a voluptuous figure, exuding the charm of a mature young woman. However, her sharp chin and thin lips gave her a somewhat mean look. She wore a purple, high-slit battle armor paired with thin black stockings. Even as a prisoner, she could not hide her flamboyant and seductive demeanor.

Sun Ruowei knew this person all too well. Over the years, it was she who represented the Ross Family, lording it over the world and repeatedly threatening the Luo Family, enjoying unparalleled power: Brolin.

"What are you doing?" Sun Ruowei asked curiously.

Having resigned herself to her fate, she felt surprisingly peaceful, and even found everything in the world to have come alive, filled with a curiosity she had never experienced before.

Before, she only had one goal in mind: to make money, save money, and strive to become Immortal God. She had never been so relaxed before.

The two silver-armored guards, whose cultivation was only at the Universe Level, immediately bowed respectfully in the face of Sun Ruowei, a powerful World Lord with an unfathomable aura, and in such an important place as the outer perimeter of the Platinum Temple: "According to Lord Luo Feng's decree, my Ross Family must compensate for 99% of our assets, as well as funds of one billion Hunyuan Unit, and at the same time hand over all core personnel involved in the conflict against the Luo Family."

"Brolin Luo Feng handed her over to King Anle for disposal. We are here on orders to deliver her."

Upon hearing this, Sun Ruowei looked at Brolin with sympathy.

Not long ago, this woman was so arrogant and domineering in her live stream, looking down on all living beings on Earth as ants. But in the blink of an eye, she became a prisoner at the mercy of others and a sacrifice for the interests of her family.

Indeed, in this universe, fleeting glory is ultimately just a passing cloud; only absolute power is the foundation for survival.

She sighed inwardly, realizing that her situation might not be much better than Brolin's.

"In that case, it's perfect. Let's go see King Anle together," Sun Ruowei said calmly.

"Yes, sir!" the two women in silver armor replied respectfully.

The Platinum Temple is luxuriously furnished yet elegantly decorated.

Surprisingly, Tang Ping wasn't joking around with the maids at this moment. Instead, he sat upright in the main seat, deep in thought. It wasn't that he had changed his personality—

The reason was that the tribe's attitude towards him had been too good lately, making him vaguely uneasy.

Take the initial universe examination, for example. Almost every day, servants would continuously deliver all kinds of rare and precious materials to him, all for his analysis and upgrading of Gene Multiplier.

Although most of them are just fragments and powder, their accumulated value is already astronomical. More importantly, the manpower and time spent collecting these treasures and selecting usable fragments are immeasurable.

Not only that, Honored One Guiyi actually contacted him proactively, offering to expand his divine body ahead of schedule to avoid repeating the hasty expansion of the last time. Although this approach was slightly slower, it would save a lot of treasures and was also more reliable.

With such wholehearted support from their clan, do they really believe he will comprehend the Space Law and become a supreme Universe Master?

It should be noted that, as one of the Six Peak Races in the Primal Universe, humanity has undergone countless years of reproduction and development, and to this day, the number of Universe Master is only about twenty.

Such beings, each a pillar of their race, are not easily born.

Even more outrageous, several King Level Immortals contacted him privately, secretly sending him information about some of their family's women, saying things like, "My daughter is exceptionally beautiful and talented, but she's unruly. I hope young friend Tang Ping can help discipline her."

What is all this nonsense? Do these seniors really think he's such a womanizer?

Slander! Utter slander!

Of course, Tang Ping still patiently read through the women's information.

After reading it, he, who is always honest and upright, still tactfully suggested that they could add each other as Virtual Universe friends first, and if they had time, they were welcome to visit the Solar System, where he would certainly give them a warm welcome.

After all, he had no other redeeming qualities besides being exceptionally talented, handsome, selfless, humble, cautious, and never arrogant. He also loved making friends and building good relationships with others.

Hehehe----

Then.

A respectful voice came from outside the hall. "Your Majesty, there are envoys from the Ross Family and Sun Ruowei, the Earth Director of the Virtual Universe Company, requesting an audience."

Upon hearing this, Tang Ping's lips curled into a smirk. "Let them in."

Inside the Platinum Temple, Tang Ping leaned back on the Golden Dragon throne on the high platform. His black dragon robe hung loosely, and the dark Golden Dragon embroidered on his cuffs shimmered with his subtle movements, showing no trace of the solemn demeanor that a powerful King Rank should have.

He casually raised his eyes, glancing at the two kneeling figures below. The woman on the left was dressed in a smart and capable outfit, with the dignified and self-possessed air typical of a white-collar worker in a large company; this was Sun Ruowei. On the right was a charming young woman in black stockings, whose eyes held an unyielding ruthlessness; this was Brolin.

He was initially in a fairly good mood.

Resources from the Initial Universe were continuously being allocated to him. Through the Cloud-Touching Vine, massive amounts of resources were sent to his Nether Sea Clone for analysis and refinement via the God Kingdom Teleportation. His own Gene Multiplier was soaring at a visible rate.

Furthermore, numerous rare and precious materials were provided for him to absorb, accelerating the recovery of his Divine Power and allowing his Nether Sea Divine Body to expand rapidly. This feeling of rapid improvement in strength was so wonderful.

But the thought of Luo Feng made Tang Ping somewhat dissatisfied.

Why would they throw such a hot potato like Brolin at him? The Luo Family has countless capable people, and countless people running errands every day, yet they've pushed this mess that will offend people onto him.

Doesn't Luo Feng know how hard he works and how much he travels every day?

"Snort."

The thought of only getting busier ahead made Tang Ping's lips curl slightly, his face showing genuine grievance and sadness. The next moment, he slowly stood up, his crimson-gold boots making a clear sound as they stepped onto the white marble steps.

"Tap, tap, tap~"

The footsteps approached from afar, carrying the invisible pressure of a powerful King Rank, striking Sun Ruowei and Brolin's hearts like a heavy hammer.

The two women's kneeling bodies tensed instantly, and they trembled slightly involuntarily.

Sun Ruowei, dressed in White Clothes, stood tall but couldn't hide her unease; Brolin, in black stockings, had Yao Rao but exuded a sinister air. Both women shared a striking feature: full buttocks. However, Sun Ruowei's buttocks were firm and youthful, while Brolin's were soft and perky, showing the effects of a seasoned woman. Their charms were quite different.

Finally, the footsteps stopped in front of the two women. Tang Ping slowly squatted down, his warm breath brushing against their hair, his voice as soft as a feather. "Lift your heads."

After the order was given, the two women froze for a moment before slowly raising their heads.

Tang Ping first looked at Sun Ruowei, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

The girl's former unruly arrogance had vanished, replaced by a calm and composed expression. Had she completely resigned herself to her fate?

He reached out and gently pinched her chin, feeling the delicate touch on his fingertips, but Sun Ruowei showed no reaction, her eyes as empty as a stagnant pool.

This compliance only made Tang Ping feel bored, so he loosened his grip slightly with his fingertips.

Their gaze then shifted to Brolin.

This woman, who was merely at the Universe Level, showed no fear whatsoever in the face of this powerful King Rank. Instead, she raised her alluring face, a flattering smile playing on her lips, her shoulders swaying slightly, and her waist twisting subtly, displaying her curves to the fullest. Her trembling figure was captivating and arousing the imagination.

However, Tang Ping's soul power was incomparably strong, and he had already seen through her true feelings beneath the pretense. She had a desire and expectation to curry favor with the powerful, but also harbored an intense and ruthless desire for revenge.

Clearly, she had already heard of his reputation for "kindness" and wanted to use his power to take revenge on everyone who had offended her.

Tang Ping reached out and pinched Brolin's chin in the same way.

The woman was quick-witted; she tilted her head back slightly, stuck out her pink tongue, and gently licked his palm. The wet, warm touch was slightly ticklish.

Her eyes were alluring, and then she gently rubbed her smooth cheek against the back of his hand, her skin as delicate as cream.

What a beautiful but venomous woman. Tang Ping thought to himself. This woman's every smile and frown subtly resonated with the Supreme Bone within his divine body, causing his Divine Power to fluctuate slightly.

Terrifying!

Tang Ping pondered for a moment, then, without further hesitation, waved his hand and announced loudly, "Director Fang."

As soon as he finished speaking, steady footsteps could be heard outside the hall.

A moment later, Fang Shu, clad in silver armor, entered the hall and bowed respectfully. "Your Majesty." She was now at the ninth level of the Domain Lord realm, her aura powerful and imposing.

"Take them away, give them a good wash, and teach them the rules of this Platinum Temple. Three days later, they will all come to serve me," Tang Ping said without room for argument.

"Yes!" Fang Shu replied.

"Your Majesty!" Sun Ruowei suddenly spoke, her voice filled with anger, "I believe I should serve Your Majesty alone! And I have that right!"

In her view, she was an innocent and virtuous woman, Core Member of the Virtual Universe Company, and possessed a cultivation level as high as the ninth World Lord Rank; while Brolin was nothing but a dissolute woman who had been abandoned, not worthy of being compared to her, much less worthy of serving the King together.

Moreover, this was her first time. Even if the King Anle was not particular, he should at least give her some dignity. Even without a romantic prelude, they should at least be alone together.

"Um?"

Tang Ping's brows furrowed suddenly.

In an instant, an invisible, terrifying pressure swept through the entire hall like a tsunami. Sun Ruowei and Brolin didn't even have time to scream before they were slammed hard onto the cold ground. Their delicate faces were pressed against the stone, their makeup ruined, their hair disheveled, and their previous elegance and charm vanished, leaving them only in a sorry state.

Ten breaths passed in the blink of an eye.

Blood was seeping from Sun Ruowei orifices, her bones were creaking under the strain, and her body was on the verge of collapse.

She felt like she was going to die!

With just his aura, he could suppress her, a ninth-level Realm Lord, to the brink of death—this King Anle is no ordinary King Rank expert! No wonder he offended so many Venerable families, yet he still sits unharmed in the Solar System!

Fear completely crushed Sun Ruowei's pride. With her last ounce of strength, she gasped, "I—I was wrong—"

"Hmph." Tang Ping snorted coldly, his figure flashed, and he was back on the high platform, leaning back on the Golden Dragon throne, one hand supporting his chin, his black dragon robe hanging down, his demeanor still lazy, but with a touch more intimidating.

"I don't care what you think, I care what I think. In this Solar System, my will is the law! No one can defy me, understand?"

The two women trembled all over, and with their last bit of strength, they responded in unison, "We understand—we understand!"

Fang Shu looked at the two women's pitiful appearance, a trace of sympathy flashed in her eyes, and she stepped forward to gently help them up, slowly walking towards the outside of the hall.

Just as they were about to step out of the palace gate, a ferocious and terrifying laugh suddenly came from behind them.

Hehehe~

The laughter, like a ghostly whisper, instantly sent chills down the spines of the two women, turning their faces deathly pale. They staggered, their expressions filled with panic and fear.

This King Anle —he's utterly wicked!