Nine levels of heaven, Zixiao temple.
Ling Yue twisted a crystal clear star core between her fingertips, and her eyes swept across the thousands of immortals and demons crawling under the stairs. She was wearing a dark purple imperial robe, with a phoenix crown and harem that outlined her thrilling curves. There was not a trace of unnecessary emotion on her face that could make the world pale. Three thousand green silk threads hang down like a waterfall, tied up with only a jade hairpin with a dark gold dragon pattern, giving off a bit of a chilling look that looks down on the world.
"The demon tribe in Beiming is making strange moves. Who is willing to go and suppress it?"
The cold voice echoed in the temple, carrying unquestionable pressure. All the immortals below the steps looked at each other in confusion. The Lord of Beiming was a veteran Supreme Being at the same level as Empress Zixiao. This change was definitely unusual. Who would be willing to get into trouble easily?
