In a corner, Mystic Ice Fairy, her face veiled, wore an entirely different expression in her eyes.
Her gaze first fell upon Wu Wushuang, then Xiao Yan, and when it finally settled on Su Bai, it lingered for a long while.
"Master once prophesied that in this era... an Emperor would descend..."
She murmured softly, so quietly that only she herself could hear it.
"This Emperor... could it be..."
She did not continue, because the truth was too heavy—so heavy that even she did not dare speak it lightly.
Emperor!
In the Eternal Immortal Realm, that word carried an extraordinarily special meaning!
Not every powerhouse could be called an Emperor. It was an honorific reserved for those standing at the absolute pinnacle.
Since ancient times, only one person in the Eternal Immortal Realm had ever been called Emperor!
That was the lord of the Celestial Court, the Heavenly Emperor!
Yet that Heavenly Emperor had vanished into the River of Time after the Creation of Heaven and Earth. No one knew where he had gone, nor whether he was still alive.
And now, as she looked at that white-clad figure, an inexplicable stirring rose in Mystic Ice Fairy's heart.
That figure was simply far too similar to the Heavenly Emperor of legend!
Not in appearance, but... in that bearing!
"If it truly is him..."
A complicated glint flashed through Mystic Ice Fairy's eyes.
"Let's go."
Su Bai smiled faintly at his disciples. This first farce should come to an end!
The second act...
Su Bai glanced at the Eighth Divine General, who had yet to recover his senses, then at Wu Wushuang beside him, and a smile curled at his lips.
Then, he led Xiao Yan and the other disciples away, vanishing before everyone's eyes.
Behind them, Wu Wushuang watched Su