Mu Zhian immediately recognized the voice of the New Heavenly Dao.


    “You know about the Spirit Dragon too?” Mu Zhian tried to communicate with Yuanluo in his mind.


    “Naturally. In a sense, the Nine Provinces are as they are today because of the Great Dao’s blessing. The Spirit Dragon is born favored by the Great Dao; it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to call her the Great Dao’s own daughter. If you took her to some desolate planet in the universe, within ten thousand years, that planet would be blessed by her Luck and completely burst with life.”


    Lin Ling’s Luck is that exaggerated? Staying at the Two Polarities Sect seems like a waste of talent… Mu Zhian complained inwardly, then heard Yuanluo continue:


    “With her Luck blessing the Heavenly Court, it will likely become more prosperous in the future. It’s just a pity there are too few people here, sigh.”


    “Since you’ve brought her here, why not reproduce a few more offspring with her later? That would be perfect…” She suddenly chuckled softly. “Heh, I wonder what kind of child the Lord of the Heavenly Court and the Daughter of the Great Dao would produce.”


    “Get lost, get lost!” Mu Zhian unilaterally ‘blocked’ Yuanluo, not wanting to hear her teasing anymore.


    Mu Zhian vaguely felt as if white mist enveloped his vision. His sight blurred for a moment, and when he opened his eyes again, he found himself in the Heavenly Court.


    Before his eyes were the nine great seats, four of which were already lit up, and at the end of the nine seats was a Throne .


    Before that Throne, he detected a rather familiar aura.


    “Immortal Ascension Realm Essence Blood … How did it end up in the Heavenly Court? Didn’t I already refine it into the furnace?” Mu Zhian’s eyes flickered slightly as he murmured to himself.


    Yes, on the Throne at the end of the nine great seats was the drop of Immortal Ascension Realm Essence Blood that Mu Zhian had refined back then.


    He had relied on that drop of Essence Blood to slay two Dao Integration Realm experts.


    And after refining it at that time, the Immortal Ascension Realm Essence Blood had disappeared.


    But now, that drop of Essence Blood had actually appeared on the Throne of the Heavenly Court?


    Mu Zhian slowly walked towards the Throne. Around the Throne was a vast expanse of white mist. He passed through the white mist, vaguely seeming to hear the Throne ahead calling out to him.


    Finally, Mu Zhian reached the Throne and slowly sat down.


    For an instant, his mind suddenly became clear. His entire being felt as if situated above the nine heavens, with a feeling of holding the authority of this world in his palm.


    Mu Zhian closed his eyes slightly, sensing this mysterious and unfathomable power.


    In his personal interface, the title of Lord of the Heavenly Court emitted a captivating halo. Mu Zhian gently tapped it and looked, immediately understanding.


    After bestowing the four seats upon others, the Lord of the Heavenly Court had recovered more than half of his power.


    If he wished, Mu Zhian could henceforth descend upon the Nine Provinces as the Lord of the Heavenly Court, although only for the time it takes an incense stick to burn.


    “Unfortunately, I still don’t know what realm the Lord of the Heavenly Court actually is…” Mu Zhian felt somewhat regretful inwardly.


    If the Lord of the Heavenly Court was at the Transcendence Realm, it wouldn’t make sense why the Heavenly Court could grant authority to a full nine great powers, allowing them to transcend and ascend.


    But logically, the Lord of the Heavenly Court couldn’t possibly be at the Immortal Ascension Realm either… because according to Mu Zhian’s past speculations, the first ‘Immortal’ was likely the Primordial Witch.


    Mu Zhian gently shook his head, dispersing the thoughts in his mind. He closed his eyes slightly, allowing his spiritual sense to return to reality.


    Slowly opening his eyes, he saw the silver-haired beauty appearing in his vision.


    Lin Ling was lying beside the bed, staring straight at him, her dazzling silver hair spread out. A thin shoulder strap had slipped down to her snow-white arm. She blinked her crystal-clear red eyes, staring at Mu Zhian until he doubted his life.


    “What’s wrong…?” Mu Zhian had to ask, then glanced a few more times at the silver-haired beauty’s graceful figure.


    Undoubtedly, in Mu Zhian’s fishpond, Lin Ling’s chest wasn’t the largest, nor were her legs the longest.


    Of course, big has its advantages, and small has its charms.


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    Like Sister Lingxuan, although her chest development had been surpassed by her younger sister, Mu Zhian still liked her very much and didn’t discriminate.


    Lin Ling looked Mu Zhian over a couple more times, then wrote on the small notebook: “You gave me the Heavenly Court’s seat, won’t you regret it?”


    “This is my gift to you, what’s there to regret?” Mu Zhian couldn’t help but smile. He beckoned, asking Lin Ling to sit beside him.


    Lin Ling obediently moved closer to Mu Zhian, but she looked somewhat amiss, stealing glances at the young man several times before quickly looking away.


    “What’s wrong? You’ve been acting strange since just now?” Mu Zhian asked curiously.


    Lin Ling hesitated, then gently shook her head: “Aaa.”


    Mu Zhian very familiarly reached out and wrapped his arm around her soft, slender waist: “Don’t you like this gift?”


    “No, I like all the gifts you give.”


    Lin Ling immediately wrote in the small notebook: “But… this gift is a bit strange.”


    “What do you mean, strange?” Mu Zhian was stunned.


    Could it be that the Heavenly Court’s seat couldn’t bear the Spirit Dragon’s Luck…?


    This absurd and bold guess flashed through Mu Zhian’s mind immediately.


    Lin Ling shook her head, a trace of shyness flashing in her red eyes as she held out her right hand.


    Mu Zhian was still bewildered. Then, his gaze followed hers, and he saw an ancient butterfly imprint appear on the back of Lin Ling’s right hand. The butterfly seemed like a living creature, and in the blink of an eye, it flew along the back of her hand to her lower abdomen.


    “What is this…?” Mu Zhian asked in surprise.


    “The imprint left by the ‘Zhě''(者) Character Rune.” Lin Ling buried her face behind the small notebook, filled with shame.


    After a brief moment of astonishment, Mu Zhian quickly came to his senses as if waking from a trance and couldn’t help but chuckle in amusement: “It’s very beautiful.”


    Lin Ling kept most of her face hidden behind the small notebook, her pair of red starry eyes staring faintly at him: “Didn’t you do this on purpose?”


    “How could I possibly control where the ‘Zhě’ Character Rune goes on your body…” Mu Zhian spread his hands innocently.


    He seemed to notice Lin Ling’s slightly downcast eyes and smiled, rubbing her silver hair: “This imprint is very beautiful. I’m not just saying that to comfort you.”


    Lin Ling’s eyes were filled with suspicion, but after Mu Zhian’s gentle reassurance, the unease in her heart finally calmed down.


    Mu Zhian looked at the relieved Lin Ling and couldn’t help but laugh: “Am I that unreliable in your heart? Would I abandon you just because of an imprint?”


    Lin Ling frowned slightly, writing on the small notebook: “If I become ugly, you won’t like me as much as before.”


    Mu Zhian raised an eyebrow: “How could my Lin Ling possibly become ugly? You are much more charming now than before. Let me help you check the imprint from just now…”


    “Aaa!” Lin Ling gently shook her head, refusing Mu Zhian.


    But seeing Mu Zhian’s approaching hand, she subconsciously shifted her legs, her red eyes misty, yet she didn’t struggle.


    Her mouth said no, but her body was very honest.


    Boom!


    The earth suddenly trembled with a deafening roar. Mu Zhian’s outstretched hand paused slightly. He reacted, immediately getting out of bed and pushing open the window to look out.


    “What happened? Did something happen in the Ancestral Land again?”


    Lin Ling silently walked up behind him, looking up and staring intently in a certain direction outside the window.


    After a moment, she lowered her head and wrote in the small notebook: “The Sabbath’s warship has landed.”


    “The Sabbath…”


    Hearing this familiar term again, Mu Zhian couldn’t help but ask, “The Lan Clan’s Great Elder mentioned the Sabbath before, and also said the Sabbath would choose a Divine Envoy… Could it be that the Divine Envoy has descended from another world?”


    Lin Ling’s red eyes gazed slightly into the distance, as if seeing through thousands of mountains and rivers to the warship that had landed in the World Sea.


    “The Sabbath I knew of in the past occurred twice. Each time, the Sabbath would choose a cultivator from the Nine Provinces as the Divine Envoy.”


    Lin Ling wrote in the small notebook.


    “Then do you know who the Sabbath’s Divine Envoy is?” Mu Zhian asked.


    “I didn’t know before, but I know now.”


    After saying that, Lin Ling wrote a name on the small notebook.


    Mu Zhian casually glanced at it, then suddenly froze, looking at the name on the paper several more times as if in disbelief.


    “Aaa?” Lin Ling tilted her head, looking at him doubtfully.


    Mu Zhian came back to his senses as if waking up and said softly, “I know her.”


    …