Ming Zhi Tian was stunned: "Are you crazy?"
He found it hard to imagine a woman waiting for a man for a full five thousand years, only to have that man killed by him, and now she was offering herself to him. Thus, Ming Zhi Tian believed she was insane.
Empress Xin Yao smiled faintly: "I am not crazy."
Ming Zhi Tian sneered: "Then you must be plotting something, trying to assassinate me when I'm off guard? With your current strength, and even in the next hundred or even thousand years, you wouldn't be able to catch up to me."
Indeed…
He saw through her completely, seeing her for what she was.
Empress Xin Yao did indeed have such intentions, but after hearing Ming Zhi Tian's words, she changed her mind again.
As someone who had survived for ten thousand years, from ancient times to the present, she had long since become indifferent to life and death. Thus, even though she had waited five thousand years for Shi Zhong Shen, she had only shed a few tears, and that was all.
She suddenly realized that the man before her was her type, because he was powerful. He could grow old with her. Who wouldn't love a powerful man as a weak woman?
Perhaps she truly was mad…
Suddenly, a divine hand of white light extended from a void gate and lunged towards Ming Zhi Tian!
Ming Zhi Tian frowned slightly: "Scram!"
The immense power directly shattered it.
A mysterious continent—
Two beings with angelic feathered wings stood at the edge of a cloud cliff. "He is growing stronger. I fear he will become an unpredictable factor beyond our control."
After a pause, he continued: "Should we report to the Master?"
"Of course, we should."
…
In Ming Zhi Tian's spiritual vision, Zhen Shi San had already become the strongest man in the world. He cleaved the sky in two with a single sword, causing the Milky Way to pour down. Wielding a shard of space, he hurled it, then pinned his enemy's divine soul!
Ming Zhi Tian witnessed the world's strongest strike: 'Divine Soul Flying Sword'!
After resting for a few days in the Bu Li tribe and fulfilling his promise to present ten of the strongest divine arts, Empress Xin Yao did not reappear. Her whereabouts were unknown.
Wu Bian Huang appeared. Ming Zhi Tian tensed: "I know you've hidden your strength. To what extent has your cultivation reached?"
Wu Bian Huang said: "To a point you cannot imagine. But that is not important. Congratulations on defeating the Son of Nine Dragons and seizing the Destiny of the Son of Heaven."
Ming Zhi Tian nodded: "Thanks to your blessing, everything is proceeding according to the normal trajectory."
Wu Bian Huang nodded. Ming Zhi Tian complained slightly: "Being able to defeat Shi Zhong Shen twice, of course, involved some luck on my part. By the way, you… Wu Bian Huang, why didn't you intervene?"
Wu Bian Huang said: "I don't want to repeat myself. I've said before that I promised Na'er not to get involved in worldly disputes anymore."
Ming Zhi Tian smiled faintly: "Aren't you repeating yourself to me now?"
Wu Bian Huang was unperturbed: "I am here to tell you a piece of news. You have been targeted by that man."
"What?" Ming Zhi Tian asked, confused.
Wu Bian Huang said: "However, with your current strength, it is inconsequential."
"What exactly are you trying to say?" Ming Zhi Tian was puzzled, but Wu Bian Huang had already left.
"Damn it."
…
Wu Bian Huang suddenly stopped in mid-air and with a wave of his hand, shattered space!
A woman's cry: "Ugh…"
"It's you?" Wu Bian Huang showed no surprise.
The woman in a white robe with blue-trimmed skirts was forced out. Her lips were tinged with purple, yet she remained calm and composed: "For you, I have fallen into a demonic state. If you do not love, do not hurt. You told me this fifty thousand years ago, and I still remember it clearly."