The Thousand Autumns Army Descends

Ling Xiao looked at the Dragon Clan sisters, a trace of puzzlement in his eyes. He did not think much of it.

The two women hesitated, too embarrassed to speak. They had arrived brimming with confidence, but the moment they saw Ling Xiao, all the courage in their hearts vanished.

They had chickened out so badly they were like loaches, devoid of a true dragon's majesty.

"Say what you came to say."

Ling Xiao spoke again, raising his voice.

At last, Ao Qing gritted her teeth, stomped her foot, hardened her heart, and revealed the purpose of their visit.

The moment Ling Xiao heard it, he burst out laughing. As the controller of the world, the lofty Heavenly Dao, not only did he have to preserve world peace—he also had to help others have children.

Was that not a kind of responsibility as well?

"I understand. Since you are willing, then come."

Ling Xiao spread open his arms. The two women cried out and flew toward him.

With a boom, the palace doors slammed shut.

And they remained shut for one or two months.

Beneath a spiritual root not far from Ling Xiao Palace, the Netherworld Heavenly Horse lay sprawled under the tree, watching every movement of the palace.

His mouth was stretched into a wide grin, baring a pair of large white teeth.

"Hehe, Master's become a real stud. Damn it, I haven't sown my seed even once yet. My weapon's already rusting..."

He muttered softly, beginning to consider finding a couple of young mares to let loose with.

Reproduction was a race's instinct. Any powerful living being delighted in it tirelessly.

Take the Realm Lord of their Beast Emperor Realm, for example—he sowed his seed across the world, leaving his bloodline everywhere.

"Fine then. Since Master is reproducing