The matters of Ziyuan Tian spread far and wide, attracting the attention of countless Sun God Heavenly Venerables.
After all, such a thing was unheard of since ancient times, quite bizarre.
Bailong Yuanzhu, dressed in a long robe woven from jade silk, furrowed his brows, "He actually turned out to be Ten Days Celestial Venerable... In the struggle for prestige, that person from Taihuang Palace won't let him off easily. Difficult, truly difficult!"
Although she coveted the Bloodline of the Blood Robe, she couldn't risk going against Taihuang Palace for the sake of the Blood Robe.
"If he could spend one night of passion with me before his death, and sire a son... this could become an extraordinary tale," Bailong Yuanzhu sighed.
Later on, the child born would avenge his father, and exterminate Taihuang Palace—wouldn't that be wonderful?
Of course, Bailong Yuanzhu was merely contemplating, because... there was no feasibility in it.
At the same time.
