A tiger's daughter could never marry a dog's son.
The two playing chess within Tang Valley were naturally the Merak Holy Son and the Guardian Daoist.
Once the Merak Three Saints emerged from seclusion, the First Holy Son took charge of all sect affairs, with the Guardian Daoist assisting at his side. His authority grew ever greater; his word was law, and none dared disobey.
With a single sect order, hundreds of thousands of Merak disciples had to spring into action.
Half a year had passed since that world-shaking imperial battle at the Central Plains Immortal Mansion.
Having observed the battles of imperial giants, the Human Sacred Body occasionally gained insights. His cultivation advanced, rising another two minor realms, and he had already become an unparalleled Holy Lord at the eighth level of Immortal Two.
"When does the Guardian Daoist intend to let the three sons enter the world?"
Ye Fan did not care about winning or losing. He casually placed a black stone, then studied with interest the three golden treasure eggs atop the crown of the Undying Divine Tree.
The divine essence within the three Golden Crow eggs was terrifyingly rich. They could hatch at any moment.
"No hurry, no hurry. The day they break their shells is not far away."
The handsome Daoist's eyes glimmered gold, crystalline as gemstones, noble and ancient.
His gaze was filled with admiration and self-satisfaction. Clearly, he was exceedingly pleased with the Golden Crow King's three sons.
The Central Plains Immortal Mansion was an ancient path to immortality, once a correct path.
Though millions of years had passed, remnants of peerless immortal roots still remained underground.
The Golden Crow lineage of the Immortal Mansion Small World had dwelled here generation after generation, their bloodline reverting to their ancestors.
If the Golden