Saint Spirit Primordial Fetus

The moment he entered Yaochi, the Black Emperor was like a rabid Husky, darting about everywhere. Helpless, Taihao Incarnation could only use the excuse of going to rest first to hide from him.

Of course, that was not the most important part. The most important part was that once Taihao Incarnation entered Yaochi, it was like Tang Monk entering the Kingdom of Women—only even bolder.

One after another, they stretched out their wicked hands to pinch Taihao Incarnation's chubby little cheeks, forcing him to dodge.

After all, Taihao Incarnation currently looked like a five- or six-year-old child, incomparably adorable. The maternal instincts of the Yaochi disciples had erupted one after another.

His face had gone dark. This was absolutely dark history!

Especially that damned dog, the Black Emperor. He did everything in Taihao Incarnation's name, making Taihao Incarnation's face turn utterly black as he tied him up.

In the end, Queen Mother of the West had to intervene, instructing the Yaochi Saintess to arrange lodging for Taihao Incarnation. Only then did he escape the pursuit of the Yaochi Fairies.

They also needed to verify whether what Taihao Incarnation had said was true. There had been rumors, but they still needed confirmation. After all, too much time had passed, and many secrets had been buried within the River of Time.

Fortunately, Extreme Dao Holy Lands like these all possessed ancient foundations, and quite a few of those foundations had lived through the era of Great Emperor Wu Shi.

Taihao Incarnation's residence was elegant and tranquil. A cottage stood amid a grove of purple bamboo, with a clear little lake outside, peaceful and serene.

By the lake stood a waterside pavilion, shrouded in Immortal Mist. Hidden among ancient trees, surrounded by lush greenery and veiled in fog, it was the source of