Chapter 113: The Five Heavenly Emperors

The Thirty-Three Heavens—each realm vast and immense.

Xiao Qingxu Heaven, the dwelling place of the human race, was especially prosperous, steeped deeply in the worldly dust of mortal life.

Yet, with a banquet awaiting in the Celestial Court, one had to suppress their thoughts, promising themselves a time of leisure in the future to indulge in play.

The group departed from Xiao Qingxu Heaven and arrived at Dayou Dongguan Heaven.

Upon entering Dayou Dongguan Heaven, the eyes were immediately met with a magnificent palace standing atop the celestial dome.

Among them stood Chu Ge, who brandished two swords: one a massive black greatsword with a hilt nearly two meters long. Though the blade was blunt, it still emanated an overwhelming sense of pressure. The other was a slender, thin sword bearing a Taiji emblem at its center.

Therefore, to avoid disappointing her father, Qin Xiaoxiao’s mission was clear: to continue expanding and flourishing the entire company.

Ruoxi’s expression was calm and ambiguous, as if smiling without truly smiling. She held Yan in her arms, with Yaoyu lying beside her, leisurely stroking their fur with a gentle, unhurried motion.

She delicately held strands of dark hair, awkwardly arranging them before securing them with a silver hairpin, then continued to comb the lower strands.

“Xi’er, where did you go so early? You look like you haven’t slept all night,” Nangong Jinyu remarked, noticing Ruoxi’s haggard face.

“What flaws does it have?” If such a perfect method truly existed, countless others wouldn’t be chasing the first and second paths to godhood.

The following morning, Lu Song groggily picked up his phone to check the time—and was startled. Over four hundred missed calls awaited him.

Moreover, Du Feifan’s credentials were impressive. After all, few could close a major deal just as they started working.

“Wh-why?” She had barely met Prince Yu before, let alone offended him.

“Half a year or a year—this can’t be precisely determined. When the time comes, the dean of the Shadow Forest and several elders will descend upon the ‘Tower’ to perform the sacrificial ritual using their bloodlines,” Giles explained to Lin Wei as clearly as he could.

Two blue-painted medium war vehicles up front were flipped upside down by landmines, looking like helpless old turtles, their wheels spinning helplessly.

Finally, Old Nine used wire to make many skewers. Mi Bao’er’s mother threaded the meat while Old Nine handled the preparation. The family gathered around the campfire, eating roast meat and drinking strong wine, appearing blissfully happy, like a contented family on a picnic.

Besides, the millions to be reclaimed wouldn’t come immediately. Unless he sold at a rock-bottom price, no one would buy now. It was as if he had tied all his essence to this worthless stone.

No one knew how long passed before the faint and elusive Dao resonance lingered in Qin Bin’s mind, elusive and intangible, leaving him grasping at nothing, unable to discern which great Dao of heaven and earth it belonged to.

“Spit it out. What is it?” Wang Dachui said without looking up, his gaze fixed on the sand table.

He violently shook his arm, retracting the fiery vine whip that had pierced the neck of the tiger-striped leopard.

Zhao Tianming and the others assisting here naturally did not argue with him and continued with their tasks.

The monster blushed deeply in shame. Intelligent as it was, it had never been so embarrassed before—this was almost shamelessly throwing a tantrum.

Before them stood a figure holding a paper umbrella, clad in flowing white robes. Their hands were delicate as young shoots, skin like congealed cream, brows kind and elegant, lips thin and red, jet-black hair cascading to the waist, white garments trailing to the ground.

Halfway along the path, the sound of Zhou Yu’s unfamiliar song reached their ears. The generals, warmed by wine, listened with blood boiling excitement. The strategist was right—the lord’s song was truly invigorating.

With that, the talisman paper quickly ignited, casting a faint azure smoke that swirled and dissipated, eventually coalescing into a butterfly woven from mist.