After they left Tian Nan, the Netherworld just received a transmission from Xuanqing.
[The Immortal Emperor has revived?]
The Netherworld calculated by pinching his fingers, the time for the Peach Banquet wouldn't be long and wouldn't delay the subsequent Ten Thousand Races Conference.
Thus, he gladly decided to head to the Immortal Realm for some free food and drink.
"Daoist, we have some matters, you should return to Taiwei first."
"Alright."
Fu Xi and the Netherworld parted ways.
Dragon Palace of the East Sea.
Nuwa and Yuan Huang met an unexpected divine spirit.
"Are you the fourth ancestor of the Dragon Clan—White Dragon?"
"Indeed!"
Inside the Destiny Temple, a stunning and ethereal Goddess stood quietly.
She stood amidst the clouds, her silver-white long hair cascading like a waterfall, her amber-colored vertical pupils like molten gold, with two pearl white dragon scales at the corners of her eyes, and her gaze seemed to carry the flow of the Star River.
