Above the Beast World, a black sedan chair appeared, borne by eight bearers. Standing outside the sedan was a man clad in a silver robe.
He gently lifted the sedan curtain. A woman dressed in black, wearing heavy makeup and adorned with nurous accessories, appeared before him.
The man leaned slightly forward and said, "Miss Shangguan."
She frowned slightly, her eyes brimming with disdain.
"What is this weak, low-level world? Is the Night God really in this world?"
The man’s deanor was respectful. "According to the divine power fluctuations sensed by the Temple Star Lord, Night God Ming Jiu is indeed in this world."
The man’s na was Guang Lie, a priest of the Divine Temple.
And this woman was Shangguan Xiao, the daughter of the Chief Priest.
Ten thousand years ago, the Divine Temple held the gods’ peach banquet.
It was Night God Ming Jiu’s first attendance at the grand gathering of gods.
His figure was tall and commanding, his features handso and distinguished—he stole the lilight upon his arrival, overshadowing the temple’s radiance.
It was then that Shangguan Xiao fell in love with him at first sight.
Guang Lie glanced at Shangguan Xiao, his thoughts unknown.
"The Night God actually resides in a world with such a poor spiritual aura."
Disdainfully, Shangguan Xiao covered her nose. "What are you waiting for? Go find His Highness, the Night God."
"Yes."
「At the foot of North Extre Snow Mountain.」
Mammoth Beastn and Snow Eagle Beastn were kowtowing when they suddenly heard a female’s laughter.
They looked up, and with just one glance, they were srized.
So beautiful! Heavens, this female is astoundingly gorgeous.
They had no idea when such a beautiful female had co to their tribe!
Could she be a female belonging to Ming Ji?
Heavens!
A Mammoth Beastman said obsequiously, "Mighty Zheng Xiong, is this female your Mistress?"
Ming Ji’s expression darkened instantly.
"I see you haven’t been beaten enough! Coveting my at wasn’t enough, now you covet my cabbage too!"
He kicked forcefully, sending that Mammoth Beastman tumbling down the mountain.
The remaining Mammoth and Snow Eagle Beastn, realizing they were outmatched, could only flee in disgrace.
Ming Ji turned and said, "What’s so funny about chasing away a couple of fools?"
Si Yan imdiately restrained her expression and blinked at him.
Ming Ji flipped his hand, tossing two items to her. "Catch."
The girl reached out and firmly caught the objects. "What are these..."
In her hand lay a small, glittering golden pistol, and a bundle of extrely thin, radiant Gilded Threads, too fine to see clearly.
A pistol and Gilded Threads?
What material are they made from?
Si Yan examined the two items closely. Suddenly rembering sothing, she turned to look back inside the cave.
She saw that all the black bones, which had been infused with the Golden Dragon Clan’s fate and studded on Ming Ji’s priestly scepter, had been removed. The bones now scattered on the ground had all turned white.
Weapons made from fate?
Ming Ji walked over with a nonchalant deanor. "Mainly made from your fate. Of course, it includes your family’s fate as well. They owe you that. Take them and use them."
Si Yan looked doubtfully at the weapons in her hands.
So Ming Ji had collected so much fate to craft weapons for her?
She drew out the fate-imbued Gilded Threads, her sharp gaze gliding across the perilously thin wire. Si Yan’s aura had completely transford.
A snowflake fell, the minute flake silently splitting in two upon touching the wire. It was razor-sharp.
Si Yan was extrely pleased with the weapon and pocketed it. Then, she picked up the pistol and turned it over in her hands.
"How do I use this? What kind of bullets does it take?"
Ming Ji looked at her lazily. "This is a Psionic Gun. Try filling it with your Spatial Elent Special Ability."
Si Yan imdiately stood up straight. The girl looked extrely dashing as she raised the pistol, aiming it straight ahead.
The power of her Spatial Elent Special Ability gradually coated the pistol, and it seed as if so energy within the gun helped her refine the Special Ability into a neatly shaped psionic bullet.
BANG. The psionic bullet struck the large tree before her.
Then, BOOM!
Space violently contorted, twisting into a small black hole.
The entire snow mountain forest began to tremble.
"Not good!" Ming Ji’s face changed. He grabbed Si Yan by the wrist and headed toward the cave. "Another avalanche!"
Ming Jiu and the Beast God Long Ze regarded each other.
Of course, the Beast God would not be led by the nose by the few villains before him.
He took a step forward and then transford into his human form.
The four little ones looked up at the figures before them.
Wow. So handso. Each one more handso than the last.
Fortunately, their father was the Beast World’s paragon of good looks; otherwise, they wouldn’t even be qualified to compete in attractiveness here.
The light of Qinyang filtered through the window, falling upon the Night God’s face. The handso, dignified man was enveloped in boundless solitude.
He said, "Beast God, take a seat."
Long Ze was irritable. "You have designs on my Beast World, yet you expect to speak cordially with you?"
Ming Jiu looked up. "I stayed here to ask about the details of the Peach Banquet of the Assembly of Myriads, held ten thousand years ago."
Long Ze paused. "I did attend the Assembly of Myriads ten thousand years ago. But back then, my Beast World was of a much lower rank; I was on the very periphery."
Long Ze still rembered. That year, Ming Jiu had naturally ascended to godhood and attended the Assembly of Myriads.
Back then, the Night God’s world was also not of a high rank. As lower-ranking world deities, they had engaged in a pitifully long conversation just outside the Divine Temple.
The Night God had always given him the impression of being gentle, refined, mild, and compliant—entirely different from the boundless loneliness and desolation he exuded now.
"You should know more than I do. Weren’t you favored by the Chief Priest? He even allowed you into the inner temple." After saying this, Long Ze frowned.
Ming Jiu, holding the Dragon Egg, slowly stood up.
After the Assembly of Myriads at the Divine Temple, his family was destroyed within a decade. He lost everything.
His story beca a cautionary tale that all the gods in the Divine Temple were required to learn.
After that, so strange notions began to spread within the Divine Temple.
"As a god, what’s the point of being kind?"
"You work tirelessly for your subjects, yet your subjects want your entire family dead!"
"Just live your own life well. Subjects, after all, are rely subjects."
Since then, the adversarial relationship between the gods and their subjects had worsened.
The gods transford into selfish beings, concerned only with their own interests.
Ming Jiu mused, "Long Ze, don’t you think the Divine Temple no longer feels like a temple, and gods no longer seem like gods?"
Long Ze looked sharply at Ming Jiu. "What do you an?"
"Kindness is a choice. How could such a choice possibly be wrong?"
Ming Jiu caressed the egg.
"Ten thousand years ago, Shangguan Xiao demanded I divorce my wife and marry her. I refused."
"After I returned ho, my subjects rebelled, and my entire world was filled with a terrifying aura of destruction."
He looked at Long Ze. "Have you ever witnessed the end of a world?"
Long Ze was stunned.
"I couldn’t save it... nor could I save my family."
The loneliness emanating from Ming Jiu spread, coalescing around him like the breath of death, tightening into a knot.
Long Ze said in shock, "You collected so many World Hearts. Wasn’t it to revive your family?"
Ming Jiu stated, "As I journeyed between worlds, I found many that were sick. They had either turned into zombie worlds or were filled with beings violently slaughtering one another. I couldn’t save them so, just as with my own world, I withdrew their World Hearts."
Long Ze swallowed hard, a terrifying thought forming in his mind.
Ming Jiu continued, "Soone deliberately killed my loved ones and destroyed my world. So, Long Ze, I seek revenge."
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