The Female Primordial Ancestral King Arrives

How many extraordinary women were there under heaven? Especially in this Golden Age, when a hundred flowers vied for glory, prodigies and heroes emerged together, and even the sons and daughters of Primordial Emperors had appeared.

Even the Son of the Celestial Emperor, standing on the other side, had eyes that flickered. Once he rose to power, every beauty under heaven would be his and would prostrate herself at his feet.

"We came today to discuss Divine Spirit Valley. The Human Race has a saying: when the rabbit dies, the fox grieves; when the lips are gone, the teeth grow cold. Divine Spirit Valley has been destroyed. Are we of the Primordial Race supposed to turn a blind eye?"

The Son of the Celestial Emperor spoke again. He had come to win over some Primordial Races; all the better if he could stir their hatred for the Human Race.

"And you needn't worry about Emperor Wushi. He died long ago. No one knows that better than I do. He is dead. Do you truly believe a human Great Emperor could live for over a hundred thousand years?"

The Son of the Celestial Emperor launched into another self-indulgent speech.

"Son of the Celestial Emperor, do you remember me from when you were still an egg?"

Jiang Ming spoke up.

The Son of the Celestial Emperor's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot. Jiang Ming had jabbed straight at an old wound. Of course he remembered him. If not for the mark his father had left behind, this man really would have treated him like a boiled egg and eaten him.

"Son of the Celestial Emperor, you said a Great Emperor couldn't live for over a hundred thousand years. You're wrong. Apart from your father, I'd say more than