Madam Mu's gaze swept over the mountainous bodies of the demi-human generals.
"I understand what all of you are thinking. Luoheng is my own daughter. If she could inherit the throne, would His Majesty and I still be so worried? In the end, rumors are just rumors. Whether from a few days ago or a few years ago, no matter how brimming with talent His Holiness the Pope is, he was still just a teenager. Do all of you really think that he can resolve a problem that has eluded my race for tens of thousands of years? It's just a trick that the Human race has played. "
These words were extremely reasonable and persuasive.
The elders, generals, and ministers in the hall thought about how Princess Luoluo was still as petite and weak as she was when she was a child, not even having completed the fourth transformation of the Divine Body. She truly was completely different from His Majesty. Presumably, the problem of her meridians truly had not been resolved, and they couldn't help but sigh in regret.
The Chief Elder was not convinced. "I want to see His Majesty."
Madam Mu stared into his eyes and said, "You know that His Majesty is currently recuperating."
The Chief Elder replied, "I know, but the succession of the Demi-human race is an important matter. His Majesty should be able to understand my intrusion."
Madam Mu fell quiet for a while, then said, "If His Majesty is willing to see you, he naturally can."
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Two hours later, the Chief Elder returned to the palace hall. The flames of the oil candles stuck in the stone walls flickered despite the lack of wind.
Countless pairs of eyes fell on the Great Elder, wanting to know if he had seen His Majesty Bai Di and what His Majesty had said.
The Chief Elder shook his head and said, "I did not see His Majesty."
The demi-human elders, ministers, and generals in the hall sighed in regret.
"But I sensed His Majesty's will, so I will no longer oppose this matter."
The Chief Elder turned to Madam Mu and said, "But this matter must be carried out according to the tens of thousands of years of tradition of my Demi-human race. Even if Her Highness wishes to marry, it cannot be arranged in private. The Wildfire of the Celestial Tree must choose its master, obeying the will of the ancestral spirits and Gods."
These words once more caused the hall to buzz with discussion, but this had always been a part of the rumor, so it was not too shocking.
Madam Mu asked, "Your meaning is to formally hold the Heavenly Selection ceremony?"
"Correct." The Chief Elder's hand once more rested on his axe. "Otherwise, we will still rebel."
Madam Mu stared into his eyes and said, "Everything will be done according to the rules of the clan. There can be no mistake. Do you dare to agree?"
The Great Elder said, "Your Highness, you are deeply respected by the people of the clan. It has been several hundred years since then, and I am old. I only hope that everything will be the same as before."
After saying this, he walked out of the hall, his mountain-like body casting a large shadow on the floor.
The majority of the demi-human elders and about half of the ministers and generals bowed to Madam Mu and followed the Chief Elder out.
Madam Mu was quiet for a while, then she waved her sleeve, indicating that the ministers loyal to her in the hall should leave.
Silence returned to the main hall. There was no one else besides her.
The flame of the oil candle gave off a bright light, but there was a faint burnt smell. Moreover, when the night wind blew, the light became uneven.
Several centuries had passed, but she still had not gotten used to it. She still somewhat missed the gentle light emitted by the Merfolk Pearls in the Great Western Continent's Imperial Palace.
The stone wall was illuminated very clearly. It looked extremely smooth, but under her gaze, she could naturally see the undulations on it.
How could such coarse stone be qualified to enter the imperial palace? When she was a princess of the Great Western Continent, she would never have imagined such a thing.
Yes, she had been in White Emperor City for many years, but there were still many things that she could not get used to.
Like the things mentioned earlier, like what had just happened.
In the Great Western Continent or the capital of the Human race, a person with the Chief Elder's attitude would have been executed long ago.
But this was White Emperor City. For tens of thousands of years, the demi-humans living here had lived like this. Discussions were direct, or perhaps barbaric.
They were truly a pack of uncivilized beasts.
She could not get used to it, nor could she truly change all this, because she was only the Empress, not the White Emperor.
She stood in the center of the empty palace hall in silence for a very long time.
A wind blew in from the distant Western Sea, howling into the mountains.
Many of the fish in the blue lake behind the mountains had died.
A faint smile appeared on her face, incomparably affectionate, like a mother looking at her child.
She had always been the mother of all demi-humans.
With a flicker of light, a young man walked in.
This young man was very handsome, tall, and elegant.
He was the Second Prince of the Great Western Continent.
Madam Mu tenderly said, "You've made this trip for nothing. It's truly been hard on you."
The Second Prince smiled. "For Cousin's happiness, what does a little rain and wind count for? Besides, it's been many years since I've seen the scenery of the two shores of the Red River. I rather miss it."
Madam Mu added, "Once the Heavenly Selection begins, entering the Celestial Tree to comprehend the Wildfire will also be of great help to your cultivation."
"It's rare for me to come, so I naturally have to seek some benefits, but … just who is the excellent husband that Lady has chosen for Cousin?"
The Second Prince curiously asked, "Lady is so sure that he will be chosen by the ancestral spirits?"
Madam Mu replied, "I only care about having him enter the Celestial Tree to be baptized by the Wildfire. As for whether he will be chosen by the ancestral spirits, that will depend on his own ability."
The Second Prince thought this over, then asked, "Is it Xiaode?"
Madam Mu patted his arm. "Don't think too much. Spend some more time chatting with your aunt. She's not in a good mood lately."
The Second Prince sneered. "If I didn't know that Chen Changsheng wouldn't come, I would definitely have exchanged blows with him."
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The day the Great Western Continent's diplomatic mission arrived at White Emperor City.
It was also the day after Bie Yanghong and Wuqiong Bi had arrived at White Emperor City.
It was also the day after the internal strife of South Stream Temple.
It was also the day before the Heavenly Selection ceremony began.
At that time, Chen Changsheng was still at Mount Li and had not yet received the letter from Hongyan from the capital, nor had he received the letter personally written by his master, Shang Xingzhou, from the Prince of Louyang.
Neither the Imperial Court nor the Orthodoxy had received any news from White Emperor City. Shang Xingzhou, who understood the secrets of the heavens, also had his gaze temporarily paused on Xuelao City in the north.
No one knew that many days ago, a person had departed from Xuelao City and then entered White Emperor City on the same day as the Great Western Continent's diplomatic mission.
This young man had smoothly passed the inspection of the Beast Guards and taken up residence in a courtyard in the eastern part of the city.
This courtyard had existed for many years. It was very ordinary, but it was very wide. The ground was covered in yellow sand, making it seem like a desert.
A few bloodstains, suffused with a luster, seemed to have been mixed in with bits of gold, but they had long since lost their scent.
Deep within the yellow sand was a tree.
This tree was not very large and its leaves were not very lush, but the area it cast on the ground was very large. There were no spots of light, and it was so gloomy that it seemed like the true darkness of night.
The young man was standing under the tree.
Although the shadows were very thick, one could still clearly see that there was no demon horn on his head. It was no wonder that he had been able to enter the city so easily.
"This is the final foothold of my Divine race in White Emperor City? Bloody yellow sand. Rather interesting. "
The young man held his hands behind him as he looked around with interest, but it was hard to tell who he was talking to.
"If the White Emperor really isn't asleep, then it's too dangerous. Quickly leave, Military Advisor."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
The wind slowly rustled the leaves, causing the shadows to sway uneasily. It was like clothes, but also like someone was speaking.
In the courtyard covered in yellow sand, the only person left was the young man, his hands held behind him.
He raised his head to the sky.
The winter sun shone on his face.
His face was rather pale and he did not seem very healthy.
He narrowed his eyes.
Hands held behind his back, looking at the sky, narrowing his eyes — it seemed like all the important figures of the world liked this sort of action.
Yes, this young man from Xuelao City was a truly important figure.
He was the young Demon Lord that Chen Changsheng had met in the snowy mountains.
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