The Sacred Emperor Undergoes Tribulation

Time flowed on, and twenty-seven years passed.

Great Wu Dynasty, Coiled Mountain.

Luo Chen and Feng Qing sipped tea beneath a peach blossom tree. Its fragrance wafted through the air, drawing several butterflies to flutter around them.

Feng Qing's cheeks were still faintly flushed as she said excitedly, "After a hundred and thirty years, I've finally made an entry into the Temporal Zenith Step."

Across from her, Luo Chen merely smiled softly, savoring this peaceful moment.

Half an hour later, Feng Qing finally calmed down. Looking at Luo Chen, she asked with a smile, "Well? This young lady's talent is pretty impressive, isn't it?"

She did not think it was anything embarrassing to have spent a hundred and thirty years reaching the entry level of the Temporal Zenith Step.

This was the peerless inheritance of the Reincarnation Hall Master.

Being able to get started in just over a century was already incredible, all right?

Fortunately, Luo Chen's three disciples cultivated in the Starfall Ancient Realm all year round. If Feng Qing had known them well, her confidence would likely have taken quite a blow.

"It truly is impressive. Even by the current standards for judging geniuses in the Primeval Great World, you are undeniably a favored daughter of heaven," Luo Chen said with a smile.

The moment those words left his mouth, Feng Qing could not suppress the smile curling her lips.

Only after a long while did Feng Qing rein in her smile. Gazing toward the distant lands, she said, "In the past few decades, hasn't the number of demonic cultivators in the Nine Heavens Ten Lands increased quite a bit?"

Hearing this, Luo Chen lifted the clear tea from the table and took a sip before nodding. "Undercurrents are stirring in the World Sea. It is only normal