Tian Yuan

Standing at the foot of the mountain, Lin Changsheng recounted the events surrounding the Primordial God Clan in detail.

The decision rests entirely with An Xiruo.

Knowing Lin Changsheng's purpose, An Xiruo sat on the edge of the cliff covered by immortal mist, meditating in deep thought: "What are your thoughts, Senior Brother?"

"It is entirely up to the Emperor to decide."

Lin Changsheng was very sensible; there were some things that should not be overstepped.

After thinking it over, An Xiruo said, "Then let's meet him!"

Lin Changsheng remained expressionless, clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Yes."

After all, they are an ancient divine race, so we need to take them seriously and not be careless.

Actually, An Xi wasn't worried about what the ancient gods might do, but rather because of Chu Mo.

Chen Qingyuan and Chu Mo had a fairly good relationship, so An Xiruo thought it over carefully and decided to handle it properly.

Having lost their ancestral origins, the gods were nothing more than slightly larger grasshoppers in An Xiruo's eyes. If any god dared to cause trouble, An Xiruo wouldn't hesitate to annihilate them with swift and decisive action.

Even with abundant resources and imperial weapons, the gods could not cause much trouble when facing a powerful emperor.

Back in the elegant hall where distinguished guests were entertained, Lin Changsheng strode inside.

Da da!

Hearing the footsteps and sensing the familiar presence, Clan Chief Xue Feng could no longer sit still. He jumped up, his eyes immediately fixed on the doorway, a huge weight hanging over his heart, his whole body tense as if awaiting judgment.

Whether the gods have a future depends entirely on the outcome of Lin Changsheng's message.

"Sect Leader Lin, how is it?"

Upon seeing the travel-worn Lin Changsheng, Xue Feng lost his usual solemn composure and stepped forward, eagerly inquiring. His eyes were filled with fervent hope.

"The Emperor is willing to see you."

Lin Changsheng didn't keep them in suspense and gave a direct answer.

"Thank you, Sect Master Lin!"

Xue Feng was extremely grateful.

The fact that the Empress is willing to meet with him proves that the probability of obtaining a decree is very high. As long as Xue Feng doesn't do anything foolish, it shouldn't be a problem.

"Your Majesty's time is precious, let's go!"

Lin Changsheng had no intention of sitting down to enjoy the tea and urged them to leave.

"Of course, let's go quickly."

Xue Feng nodded.

Led by Lin Changsheng, the two arrived directly at the foot of a sacred mountain.

The guest elders and others, having received instructions from Lin Changsheng, were not required to follow.

The immortal mountain stands like a pillar, reaching all the way to the ninth heaven.

Mountains and rivers shrouded in mist, exuding a fairy-tale charm.

Occasionally, birds and cranes take flight in the mist, uttering a few clear, heavenly calls. Sometimes, the glow of dawn spreads, like ten thousand rainbows overlapping, a scene of breathtaking beauty, a sight not of this world.

The two stood at the foot of the mountain, their faces full of respect. Without permission, they dared not proceed rashly.

"Your Majesty, our guests have arrived."

Facing the sacred mountain, Lin Changsheng raised his voice.

"Senior brother, could you please bring him up here?"

An Xiruo's voice pierced through the thick clouds and descended upon the mortal world.

After spending so much time together, An Xiruo had corrected Lin Changsheng many times, telling him not to address her as "Emperor." However, Lin Changsheng wouldn't listen, always adhering to the concept of hierarchy and not daring to act casually in front of An Xiruo.

The two of them talked at length, you called me 'Emperor' and I called you 'Senior Brother'.

Lin Changsheng knew very well that without Chen Qingyuan's influence, An Xiruo would never have been so respectful and friendly to him.

For this reason, Lin Changsheng should be even more careful not to do anything that would damage the Emperor's dignity and put Chen Qingyuan in a difficult position.

At this moment, the sea of ​​clouds surged and a wide cloud ladder appeared, leading straight to the mountainside.

Lin Changsheng and Xue Feng exchanged a glance, said nothing more, and climbed the cloud ladder, walking slowly.

Before long, the two of them walked up the cloud ladder to the mountainside.

At the edge of the cliff, a gentle breeze occasionally stirs up.

An Xiruo sat there, a few strands of her black hair dancing in the wind.

The ribbons swayed, and the hems of her clothes fluttered.

She did not set up any restrictions around her, letting the gentle breeze caress her face.

Sometimes she couldn't help but think that long ago, at some point, Chen Qingyuan was also in this place, feeling this cold wind.

A gentle breeze seemed to carry a wisp of Chen Qingyuan's aura, causing An Xiruo's bright eyes to ripple slightly, and she couldn't help but feel dazed.

"Xue Feng of the Divine Race pays respects to the Emperor!"

Xue Feng stood at a certain spot on the edge of the cliff, looking at the red-clad empress who was only a hundred feet away, and bowed deeply with utmost respect.

Follow the ladder to reach this place.

Xue Feng dared not take another step, for fear of offending the supreme authority.

Moreover, he only glanced at the Empress's figure before lowering his gaze, not daring to look directly at her.

A few breaths later, An Xiruo remained seated with her eyes closed, without turning around. Her voice was clear and cold like an icy spring, carrying a regal authority that could shake one's soul, brooking no disobedience: "Speak!"

Hearing this voice, Xue Feng felt as if he had fallen into an endless ice cave, the chill biting to the bone, his life threatened.

"The Divine Clan has come here to request a decree from the Emperor! If the Emperor has any requests, please feel free to make them. Our clan will do everything in its power to fulfill them and will never dare to disobey in public."

Since it concerned the important matter of the clan's inheritance, Xue Feng dared not negotiate with An Xiruo. He kept a very low profile, his whole body tense, and bowed deeply, maintaining the bowing posture without daring to stand up.

"When I learned of the God Clan's intentions, I was initially unwilling to pay attention. However, considering that Chu Mo of the God Clan has some connection with my elder brother Chen Qingyuan, it would be slightly inappropriate to ignore him. Therefore, I decided to meet with you."

An Xiruo explained the reason.

"Thank you, Your Majesty! Thank you, Your Excellency!"

Xue Feng lowered his back even further, his words filled with respect.

Unconsciously, Xue Feng recalled an incident from many years ago. Chen Qingyuan and An Xiruo rushed to the Void Sea, hoping to obtain a fragment of an immortal bone, but were rejected without hesitation by the high-ranking members of the God Clan.

At the time, the divine prince Chu Mo believed that offering a fragment of immortal bone to Chen Qingyuan and forging a good relationship was not a losing proposition. However, the higher-ups of the divine race felt it was unnecessary.

Even if Chen Qingyuan has already demonstrated terrifying talent and strength, it's not enough for the God Clan to invest such a huge sum.

Even the Rakshasa Spear that Chen Qingyuan was holding was a gift from Chu Mo.

Because of Chu Mo's firm stance, the higher-ups of the Divine Race did not forcibly stop him. It was just an Imperial Artifact; giving it away would not cause any harm.

Little did they know that Chu Mo's friendly gesture had left a way out for the gods.

Thinking of this, Xue Feng felt a pang of bitterness in his heart. If only he had known this would happen, he wouldn't have done it in the first place.

Fortunately, Chu Mo remained steadfast in his beliefs and did not distance himself from Chen Qingyuan because of the decision made by the clan's higher-ups. Otherwise, the consequences would have been dire.

If it weren't for Chu Mo's sake, An Xi Ruo wouldn't bother with the life or death of the gods: "I can offer my protection, but it depends on what price the gods are willing to pay."

For An Xiruo, an imperial edict was very simple.

Even if this isn't difficult, we still need to discuss the price properly; there's no such thing as free.

"This is a gift that our clan presents to the Emperor."

Xue Feng was holding a square red gift box.