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Mount Yuheng
A woman with ebony hair stood on a bridge built of jade, her hand resting on the carved railing, gazing at the moon hanging obliquely in the night sky.
The moonlight, pristine and bright, poured over her, outlining the divine light on her body tinged with a hint of holy blue.
"Fu Chen." Linghu Ling murmured to herself, her eyes fixed on that once completely lusterless hidden star.
For some reason, Linghu Ling's mind was drawn to that great villain's words; he said he was from an obscure continent of Tianshu.
Given the cultivation base he had achieved, he certainly could have survived the oblivion where heaven and earth merged, and it was very likely that he had been conferred the title of True God.
"God of Sky Inspection, Ling'er, since you are in Dragon Gate First Heaven, did you perhaps encounter someone who might be sealed as the God of Fu Chen?" A woman came forward, holy as a young girl but with a mature allure radiating from her, and asked softly.
