Ancient Ship
Zhang Sanxian stood silently in the nether sky, continuously calculating the Three Lives Stone.
A moment later, his gaze sharpened as he finally derived the answer.
"So that's how it is—"
he murmured. "That piece of the Three Lives Stone is actually within this world—inside the so-called Nether King's body."
Zhang Sanxian then frowned slightly. "Hmm~ Only when the Golden Age descends will the Nether King awaken. Ordinarily—it is no different from nonexistence."
"The Golden Age?"
A look of surprise appeared on his face. "The kind described in Shrouding the Heavens, where kings rise together and contend upon the Emperor's Path?"
Curious, Zhang Sanxian stirred his thoughts and made a grasping motion through the air.
He pulled the Fate Mirror, which had been suppressed deep within the vortex of his heart, into his palm.
Buzz~
Light flashed across the mirror's surface, immediately revealing the terrified, distorted faces of Fu Sha and her father.
"Heavenly Venerable, spare us! Heavenly Venerable, spare us!"
Fu Sha's father was the first to beg for mercy. "This lowly one is willing to be a slave and servant for all eternity. I only beg Heavenly Venerable to leave us a way to live!"
"Exalted One! Everything Fu Sha did before was born of ignorance."
Fu Sha hurriedly followed suit. Not a trace of her former arrogance remained; all that was left was humble, pitiful pleading. "Please, in your great magnanimity, spare my father and daughter's lives!"
Zhang Sanxian cut them off coldly. "Silence. Stop spouting nonsense and tell me—what is the Golden Age?"
Swept by his icy gaze, the two in the mirror felt as though they had fallen into an ice pit and dared not say another word.
Fu Sha's father hurriedly replied respectfully, "Reporting to Exalted One! The Golden Age, this, this—it's