Imposing and dignified

...Didn't you hear it from the roadside"My brother shook his head. "I didn't hear anything... It seems like you're the only one who heard it... Could it be Jiang Qiyun's people Like that old woman las...With my wife supporting me, eavesdropping even became justified.

In the center of the Wuzhishan City, on a giant stone platform, there is a faint oval halo.

The Heavenly Emperor stood beside the radiance, his hands behind his back, gazing at the surging river below the stone platform.

The once smooth riverbed was now treacherous, blocked by silt and fallen boulders. Whirlpools churned in dark circles, like demons dancing wildly, all of which fell into the cold gaze of the Emperor.

Mu Wanchen and the Emperor's relationship is quite subtle, with a bit of both master-student and friendship.

Perhaps because the Emperor was also involved in this, he paid much attention to what happened to Mu Wanchen.

Perhaps, it's something that has to be taken care of.

People envy the ethereal and carefree lives of immortals, but in reality, immortals with divine duties are like those immersed in "the Dao." They exist within the Dao and merge with it.

They may have their own "small love," but more often they need to consider "great love."

Perhaps my understanding is not deep enough, but looking at Mu Wanchen and the Emperor's back, I deeply felt the difference between ordinary people and extraordinary ones.

“Since the shrine is an object for refining souls, we cannot allow tens of millions of Yin spirits from the Wuwang Mountain City to be absorbed. The souls here are not registered in the death registry nor do they return to the underworld; they can only be allowed to dissipate. You understand this, don't you” The Emperor’s words were solemn and cold.

These words sounded a bit heartless, but since he told Mu Wanchen, he had already shown respect.

Otherwise, with his previous ruthlessness in severing souls and extinguishing spirits, he would have long since sent those ghosts to oblivion.

Mu Wanchen nodded slightly, "…Hmm."

“The methods here are broken, and the situation is irreversible. I have searched everywhere among the immortals in the nine heavens, but few know about the Ten Witches of Ling Mountain, especially those involving the Eastern Emperor and Yinglong. Most of them are obscure and difficult to understand. Perhaps the Azure Emperor knows, but he is unwilling to tell me more.” The Lord Emperor let out a cold laugh and sighed.

He used "I" pronouns, his cold tone hinting at a sliver of hidden tenderness.

Even celestial deities have feelings, but because they know too much and see too clearly, their emotions are expressed with great detachment.

“But that’s not to say we have no leads at all,” the Emperor said, folding his arms. “The Ten Witches of Ling Shan, regardless of life or death, are people unseen by Heaven and spirits unseen by the Netherworld. Since they were able to pass down the art of hiding souls within mirrors, it would be no easy feat for them to construct a soul realm of their own.”

Mu Wanchen frowned slightly and said, "Do you mean they still have a place to hide"

The Emperor smirked faintly, "Hiding No need to be so embarrassed. Perhaps they... are hiding in a truly remote place. As for this place, even the Nine Heavens is unaware."

He paused, then continued, “Since the Conferred Gods War three thousand years ago, heaven and earth were cleansed. All demons, ghosts, talented individuals, and extraordinary people disappeared. Nations were established overnight, rituals and music became standardized. From that time on, shamanism gradually faded from history...only remnants of their traditions remain, unable to cause any ripples.”

"You... should understand too." He turned to face Mu Wanchen, his eyes calm. "Throughout history, why would the Great Shaman King enter the tomb before death Why not wait until he died of old age and then enter"

Mu Wanchen lowered his eyes and replied faintly, "It's probably that the Great Shaman King is going to a place that doesn't exist in this world."

The Lord Emperor smirked. "… Not stupid, after all."

Mu Wanchen continued, "That old monster was a shaman king from long ago. After entering the tomb, he saw the scene behind the door and killed those buried with him before the tomb gate closed. He escaped at the last moment. The successor shaman king originally followed him alone, waiting for the tomb to close and retrieve the key. However, due to this sudden change, he could only desperately protect the key while letting himself escape."

Later, I don't know where he practiced evil arts, now he wants to take back several important things again, it should be to enter the tomb again...

The Sovereign frowned slightly, nodding. “Therefore, to ensure I could control your soul and send you down the Yellow Springs Road... This way, even if you die unexpectedly, you wouldn't escape my grasp…”

"Of course, if you were to walk into your tomb alive, it would be beyond my jurisdiction." He slightly raised his chin, with a hint of divine pride.

In fact, the Emperor is worried that Mu Wanchen might have an accident and end up with no soul to return to. However, he expresses it in a rather "cold" way.

Mu Wanchen nodded and said, "Thank you... Master, rest assured, I won't lightly confront that old monster head-on or risk my life."

"Nonsensical..." I couldn't help but mutter.

You're a married man with kids now! How can you still risk your life like this

Should you consider an ergonomic scrub board

"Shh!!" The little wife hurriedly covered my mouth and pushed me behind a stone pillar.

Oh oh oh, we're eavesdropping, we're eavesdropping, I'm so scared I can't even breathe.

The little wife stood facing me, we both hunched our shoulders and bent over, not knowing if this stone pillar could completely conceal us.

I heard a cold laugh, just from the sound of it I could imagine my master's cold and cunning smile.

"Hmph... a woman"

"Well, woman."

Mu Wanchen's deep and cold voice, with a gentle smile, reached my eardrums.

Woman.

I couldn't help but smile.

Yes, yes, for your "woman," you must absolutely avoid doing anything like "sacrificing yourself for the people."

Even if you're right.

I will resent you too.

What they said next seemed deliberately to avoid us. I stood there, straining to hear every word, but could only catch snippets and fragments.

The little wife was also upset. She puffed out her cheeks and said, "What the heck, these two are on purpose... Can't eavesdrop, don't force me to interrogate them openly!"

"... Whom do you want to interrogate Me, your lord" The Emperor's voice suddenly came from beside the pillar.

"Ahhhh!" Both my wife and I jumped in fright.

My ancestors, little mistress's expression was like a rabbit that had been scared, its ears and tail standing on end.

Mu Wanchen reached out from the other side and pulled me over, smiling lightly: “...Do not look at what is improper.”

Alright, alright, he dragged me away. I couldn't help but glance back.

The little apprentice wife shrunk her neck as the master held her towards the Dharma Gate, she just cried out "Ouch, ouch, ouch" and was stopped by a hand covering her mouth……

Ahem ahem, matters concerning elders should not be looked upon casually.

Amitabha Buddha, the Blessed One who has born in countless heavens.

"What kind of prayer is this" Mu Wanchen looked at me with a mixture of amusement and disbelief.

“A joke of a prayer!” I reached up, tiptoeing to wrap my arms around his neck. “Wanchen, today’s accident is just another story in our lives. Even the most difficult obstacles will eventually pass. Let’s go help those who survived and guide them to safety!”

"Mm." He gave a slight smirk and nodded.

We were very close, our breaths mingling in the cold air, our nostrils touching.

The atmosphere was too warm, he slightly bowed his head, and his lips pressed against hers.

When our lips were pressed together, I made an inappropriate request—

"Wǎnchén, in the future if you want to enter the tomb, let's go together"

His lips twitched slightly, his gaze inches from mine.

Perhaps it was a long time, perhaps just a moment.

"...Good." he said.

Okay.essman! Selling amulets for 100,000 I had no idea!"With a proud smile, the old man pulled out several talismans from his inner pocket.This talisman is made of pink paper, it's so bizarre.I couldn't he...