The Empress Ascends the Throne, a God Descends

"Today is the day the Empress ascends the throne."

"Shh, keep your voice down. Are you trying to invite trouble?"

"She is the first Empress in history. Now that she has set this precedent, who knows how many more women will become sovereigns in the future?"

People on the streets discussed it fervently, all speculating about the future of the Tang Dynasty.

They had no idea that several figures were floating in the sky above them.

"Where is this? It is the Tang Dynasty, yet it does not quite seem like it."

Yang Yuhuan looked over the city. It was nearly identical to the Tang Xuanzong era, save for a few subtle differences.

Those were differences wrought by the passage of time.

"This is the Tang Dynasty from decades ago."

Ye Zhuo descended to the ground. Tatsumaki and Fubuki immediately caused a sensation, drawing countless stares.

"These people are truly strange. They would be better off wearing black robes like those in the Spirit Martial World."

Tatsumaki was a little impatient. Everyone dressed as they pleased, so why were these people staring with their eyes wide open?

"Hmph. I am this beautiful. They are merely looking upon me in admiration."

Fubuki was exceedingly confident, practically puffing up with pride.

"Fairies, do you happen to know whether there are lychees here?"

Yang Yuhuan was a little thirsty.

"You still want lychees? Why not go eat cherries instead?"

Ye Zhuo tapped Yang Yuhuan between the brows with one finger, making her head ache.

"Cherries? What kind of thing is that?"

Yang Yuhuan wondered whether it was some rare and exotic fruit from the immortal realm, one even she had never heard of.

"Stop talking nonsense."

Ye Zhuo headed toward the imperial palace, and the three women followed closely behind him, looking around.