Ever since Sovereign Fuxi obtained the River Diagram and Luo Script, comprehended the power of heaven and earth, and became the common lord of all under heaven, he had divided the world into nine regions according to the positions of the Nine Palaces, with more than two hundred states in each region.
To become a Wang Hou of one region and command a corner of heaven and earth would, no matter how one put it, be no worse than the current Great Shaman Li Tan.
It was clear that this Dragon-Bearing Spirit Shaman was quite ambitious.
But that was only natural. Shamans were different from immortals.
Shamans were born of humanity's struggle against heaven and earth, against the gods.
They stood tall between heaven and earth, battling heaven and fighting earth—there was nothing they dared not do.
From the moment a person became a shaman, they faced strife against heaven and earth at every moment.
Thus, all those who could become Spirit Shamans had passed through countless brushes with life and death.
Even knowing full well that death lay ahead, they remained serene and fearless, willing to march generously to their deaths.
Hearing this, Ling Qing felt that such a path was not for him, yet his heart still surged with passion.
Raising his wine bowl in both hands, he loudly praised, "Then may Dragon-Bearing Spirit Shaman one day shake an entire region with your might!"
"Hahaha! Now that's what I like to hear!" Dragon-Bearing Spirit Shaman laughed heartily and raised the wine bowl before him to clink it against Ling Qing's.
"Cheers!"
"Cheers!"
Then the two drained their bowls in one gulp.
The banquet went on for a long while, and they talked for just as long.
Once Dragon-Bearing Spirit Shaman had drunk to his heart's content, Ling Qing