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Three words as light as ice and snow, thin as frost, gathered on the ground in this frozen time.
As if Heaven and Earth revered the might of this voice, the world thereupon fell quiet.
All the attacks were completely stopped.
Under this slow flow of time and space, only the Illusionary Flying Snow was unimpeded. She set down Qi Lin’s group. With an emotional and deferential attitude, she prostrated herself on the ground, as if showing the stranger the highest etiquette.
“Honorable Master, Your Servant has disturbed your rest.”
Master?
All Divine Names, including Yang Jian, were shocked.
The Illusionary Flying Snow had only one master that could make this Holy Beast humble herself so. This mysterious voice was on the verge of revealing herself.
Everyone’s gazes looked to that blossoming flower.
A young woman walked delicately out of the pure white light.
How to describe this beautiful girl?
Long brows and hair as white as snow. Her eyes were brighter than moonlight and more dazzling than the sun. That was an unforgettable beauty possible only in dreams. She wore a white skirt and armor, fluttering gorgeously. She was completely dressed in snow-white. Her delicate figure, even silent, was worth more than ten thousand words, able to make all in the world submit to her willingly.
Her hand gripped a sword that was thoroughly chilling.
“!!!”
Everyone was shaken.
Under the woman’s gaze, Heaven and Earth seemed to freeze. Yang Jian still struggled with all her might, not daring to believe this.
The girl frowned, as if saying they were being too loud.
The Illusionary Flying Snow hastened even more in prostrating for forgiveness: “Your Servant has disturbed Master’s rest.”
The young woman looked at those myriad abilities stopped in the middle of their assault. She waved the sword in her hand, and shining sword-light flickered by.
As if Heaven and Earth was cleaved apart, Yang Jian and the rest felt an immense power push down on their chests. Their Destined Skills, magic treasures, and abilities were immediately cut down by this sword-light. They tumbled backward in agony, and thereupon, the world finally was restored to its natural state. At the same time, everyone rolled along the ground.
“The Ten Shamans Of Spirit Mountain…Pay respects to the White Emperor!!”
Wu Xian shuddered tremendously, and even her voice was shaky. Against such powerful divine might and a disposition like heavenly law, Wu Xian already knew her identity. She knelt down on the spot without any hesitation and planted her head against the ground. The other Seven Shamans immediately followed suit. With the most reverent and humble posture, they greeted the most powerful, ice-cold, and mysterious master of the late Primal Chaos Heavenly Court’s Western Sea.
“White Emperor Shaohao!”
Qi Lin was already so stunned by the girl’s breathtaking beauty that he practically forgot how to speak.
“Qi Lin.” Under Su Xuesha’s signal, he finally followed the Illusionary Flying Snow and bowed in salutation.
Yet Yang Jian, Yan Zi, Holy Mother Turtle Spirit and the rest did not do this. The White Emperor was the god of the Great Shaman Clan. The seed of reverence had been planted in their hearts long ago, but to a Divine Name that came after the Primal Chaos Heavenly Court and the Immemorial Royal Family, there was no such respect. On the contrary, there was a kind of resentment.
“Impossible!! The Primal Chaos Heavenly Court was overthrown long ago. The Five Emperors and even the Donghuang Taiyi were all destroyed in the heavenly way, their Divine Names lost long ago. They cannot possibly re-emerge!!” Yang Jian squeezed each word through gritted teeth.
“The Primal Chaos Heavenly Court…Elder Sister Taiyi…” Her words made the White Emperor sink into reminiscence of bygone times. In an instant, her penetrating and mysterious gaze was briefly emotional.
“So you are the so-called New Divine Names?” White Emperor Shaohao softly spoke.
Yang Jian coldly snorted and gripped her tri-tipped spear tight.
“White Emperor, you should not have violated heavenly law and resurrected.”
The girl softly grunted, showing both agreement as well as disdain for her words.
“One qi becomes three clarities in order to become emperor, destroying the Immemorial Royal Family. Indeed, heavenly law was their justification…heavenly law…If heaven has law, then why would it need us.” The White Emperor’s words sank into contemplation.
“Hè.”
Erlang Shen was indeed a famous Divine Name of the Western Continent, a god of war descended. Even against White Emperor Shaohao, she was unafraid. She charged out of the shackles binding her, her spear like a dragon as it thrust towards the White Emperor.
This attack was even more terrifying than the Primordial Dragon Slash from before.
Yang Jian herself had already become the sharpest weapon under heaven along with the tri-tipped spear. A spear-light that swept past the Dual Modes cleared away Changliu’s scenery of wind and snow, and the speartip descended like a tiny sun or moon.
She used all her strength, holding nothing back.
A Billion Destiny-level technique.
But White Emperor Shaohao’s eyelids did not even quiver. The girl’s finger gently pointed. That spotlessly pure and holy fingertip tapped Yang Jian’s incoming speartip. Suddenly, wind gusted and snow fell. The tri-tipped spear’s frightening power metamorphosized in this instant, and the Destiny on the speartip was pared away layer by layer, surprisingly becoming wind and snow drifted through Heaven and Earth, becoming a sight to behold.
The Divine Weapon showed its original appearance.
The speartip was was an inch away from White Emperor Shaohao’s fingertip and was unable to proceed further in the slightest. It gently crawled along her fingertip like a tamed beast.
“No!!”
Yang Jian’s complexion was ashen, and she circulated her Divine Energy with all her might.
The slowly crawling beast apparently sensed the belligerence in her heart. Killing intent gathered on the speartip once again, and it surprisingly cried out, the sound ear-piercing and moving.
“Oh?”
White Emperor Shaohao’s brow moved, feeling a bit surprised.
Her fingernail advanced, once again subduing the beast.
Yang Jian exhausted all her strength to stoke the wild beast within while the White Emperor endlessly subdued it.
“Enough, quiet down a bit.” White Emperor Shaohao was weary of this. She felt exhausted and snapped her fingers.
Buzz.
A sound echoed through the vast sky.
“Not good.”
Yang Jian’s expression changed. She was promptly flicked out of Changliu, falling into void space.
Seeing that she had defeated the Western Continent’s Erlang Shen with a flick, even more perspiration soaked the brows of Wu Xian and the others. They buried their heads even lower. The originally still hesitating Yan Zi and Holy Mother Turtle Spirit had no choice but to kneel in respect, to beg for their lives with a humble posture. The fortunate thing was that the girl who was as cold as snow was not the slightest bit interested in the Destinies of their Divine Names.
The girl’s foot gently landed on the ground, as if she was treading upon soft snow, beautiful and graceful.
She walked before Qi Lin and stared straight at the young man.
Qi Lin faced her without any fear.
Shaohao’s eyes were so bright, penetrating, and pure, so much so that heavenly law was unable to leave any trace. She did not utter a word, but her eyes clearly said that she already knew everything.
Qi Lin’s mind suddenly had a revelation.
“True Dragon Hibernation.”
Who could have thought this referred to the hegemon whose might shook Primordial World a hundred thousand years ago.
White Emperor Shaohao!
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