Ice Cloud Shrine

"Unfilial son, you want me to offer incense to Meng Bingyun three times a day?" Hong Xuanji's stooped back abruptly straightened, his eyes revealing profound disdain. At once, fourteen formidable beings appeared above the Marquis Wuwen's Mansion. With a grasp of their hands, countless materials flew out of the Hall of All Saints—ten-thousand-year golden-thread nanmu wood, purple crystal, noble musical-note steel, sun-and-moon clay, incense-burning earth... along with all manner of rare materials from the Great Thousand World.

"Father, what do you think of the residence I've recently rebuilt?" Seeing that the residence had been completed, Hong Yi casually waved his hand. Hong Xuanji, who had been taken into the Taiji Thunder Pool, emerged before the estate wrapped in a halo of light.

"Say whatever you wish, Father." Hong Yi shook his head noncommittally, merely smiling without the slightest anger. By now, nothing could make him angry.

"Oh? Aren't you afraid I might play some underhanded scheme?" The Pope of the Essence Spirit Temple was astonished to see Hong Yi let her off so easily.

"Though your martial arts experience is incomparably precious, I have no wish to take it at the cost of my life. Hong Yi is only one final step away from striking at the Yang God realm, yet he has not been assimilated by the will of the Great Thousand World. He surely knows of our conversation." Xu Feihong smiled.

This attack by the God King had shaken the world. During the enthronement ceremony, Hong Yi had driven him away. Thereafter, all kinds of news spread during the following ceremonies. The provincial governors, local powers, and every faction beneath heaven had almost all learned of it.

At the center of the main hall of this residence stood a divine statue. It seemed both light and jade: a