He stretched out his hand, flipped his palm from top to bottom, and then pressed down.
The abundant force instantly cleared the surrounding void power, exposing the White Bear in the void.
Pa!
The sound was not very loud, and could even be said to be very soft. Yang Xuan's palm landed on the White Bear's head as if it was caressing it.
The White Bear was dumbfounded, completely dumbfounded.
Then, he shouted without hesitation, "Spare me!"
Chi!
The white bear's fur turned into a rain of steel needles that filled the sky, and even pierced tiny holes in the void.
In the blink of an eye, the big bear that originally had a beautiful pure white fur turned into a fat pig that had its fur plucked clean and was waiting to be slaughtered.
"I'm sorry that I spoke too late." Yang Xuan smiled as he removed his hand from the White Bear's head. He also plucked the remaining white fur from the top of the White Bear's head with ease, as if he was plucking an apricot flower in early spring.
The White Bear's entire body was trembling, and a huge wave of fear surged up and drowned him.
He knelt in front of Yang Xuan without hesitation, completely ignoring his naked body, "Greetings, Lord Saint."
At this moment, he was thinking that when he returned, he would definitely tear those incompetent subordinates of his into pieces.
A Saint, the person in front of him was obviously a Starry Sky Saint, but he said that he was a junior of Sirius and a newly ascended Great Emperor. Wasn't this a scam?
Speaking of which, when did Sirius have a Saint? He had no idea at all.
Could it be that this Lord Saint did not want others to know his identity?
Would he be silenced?
At this thought, the fear in the White Bear's heart could no longer be concealed.
It was probably because the higher one's cultivation, the more one was afraid of death. At least, Yang Xuan had seen martial artists with low cultivation who rarely begged for mercy. For example, the Caesar brothers had left a deep impression on Yang Xuan.
On the contrary, the Great Emperors he had seen were more afraid of death than the other. Once they saw that the situation was not right, they would immediately beg for mercy.
This was probably the greatest irony of all.
"Get up. I won't kill you," Yang Xuan said calmly.
White Bear breathed a sigh of relief. He stood up and shook his body. A few seconds later, he regained his Superman image.
Yang Xuan found it interesting and asked, "Why is your transformation different from others? Don't you need to pray?"
White Stone replied respectfully, "Saint, after my cultivation reaches the Emperor Realm, I can greatly simplify the process and time of transformation."
"Oh, so that's how it is." Yang Xuan finally understood, and said, "Let's go, let's go take a look at your Baishi Star."
White Stone was extremely unwilling, but he didn't dare to show it on his face. He smiled apologetically and said, "Saint, please."
Then, White Stone led the way. Yang Xuan followed him back to White Stone Star and was invited to Prince Shiraishi's castle.
Yang Xuan looked around. Prince Shiraishi's castle could only be described in one word: big.
The decorations and decorations were not very luxurious, but they were big.
The door, the big windows, the big table, the big chair, and even the cups were enlarged.
Yang Xuan thought of White Bear's towering figure and roughly understood why he made everything so big.
After visiting the castle, Prince Shiraishi wanted to set up a banquet for Yang Xuan, but he was rejected.
"Call Wood Dragon over." Yang Xuan suddenly thought of Wood Dragon.
White Stone was stunned. He didn't understand Yang Xuan's meaning, but he didn't dare to disobey, so he arranged for someone to call Wood Dragon.
Not long after, the dwarf-like Wood Dragon walked in with the help of someone. The person who helped him was Fatso Yun.
As soon as Fatso Yun came in, he saw Yang Xuan sitting at the head of the table. He was stunned. His eyes swept back and forth between White Stone and Yang Xuan's faces, somewhat at a loss.
"Sir, Wood Dragon is here." White Stone said respectfully.
Without Yang Xuan's consent, he didn't want to reveal Yang Xuan's identity as a Saint, so he only addressed him as' Sir '.
However, this still caused an uproar in Fatso Yun and Wood Dragon's hearts.
When had they ever seen their master be so respectful to someone? After all, their master, Prince Shiraishi, was a Great Emperor.
They couldn't imagine what kind of existence a Great Emperor would have to be to be respected so much by him.
At this moment, Fatso Yun was infinitely grateful for his original decision. Fortunately, he didn't offend this Sir. Otherwise, no one would dare to bury him even if he died.
Fatso Yun was like this, and Wood Dragon was even more so.
He was old and shrewd. To be able to become White Stone's right-hand man, it was impossible for him not to have his own thoughts.
White Stone's behavior made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. The hatred in his heart disappeared in an instant, and he didn't even dare to have a trace of it.
What a joke, how could a little servant like him offend someone who could make his master so respectful?
"Wood Dragon, do you hate me for crippling your cultivation that day?" Yang Xuan asked with a smile, and then nodded slightly to Fatso Yun.
Fatso Yun was flattered and hurriedly bowed, not daring to raise his head.
"I wouldn't dare, this lowly one wouldn't dare," Wood Dragon hurriedly said, so nervous that sweat appeared on his face.
He really didn't dare, and it wasn't hypocrisy.
"Even if I hate you, it'll be for nothing." Yang Xuan told the truth and said with a smile, "But since the misunderstanding has been resolved, I'll return your cultivation."
As he spoke, he pointed a finger, and a faint green light shot towards Wood Dragon.
Wood Dragon didn't dare to dodge and was hit by the green light.
The green light entered his body, and the body that had been destroyed by Yang Xuan recovered at an incredible speed, along with his cultivation.
Wood Dragon was ecstatic, and without any hesitation, he suddenly knelt, "Many thanks, Sir."
White Stone watched in amazement, but his heart was even more shaken.
He absolutely didn't have the ability to take what he wanted, and to control life and death. Only the legendary Saints could have such a method.
The grateful Wood Dragon and Fatso Yun left. White Stone got up and bowed deeply, "Many thanks, Sir."
He thanked Yang Xuan for curing Wood Dragon, and also thanked Yang Xuan for letting bygones be bygones.
"It's okay, sit down, I have a few questions to ask you." Yang Xuan waved his hand and said.
White Stone sat down and listened attentively.
Yang Xuan thought for a moment, and asked the first question, "What is the God Cloud Ceremony all about?"
This probably involved the secrets of the Heiyun people. White Stone's face showed hesitation, but considering Yang Xuan's identity, he still said it.
"Sir, this God Cloud Ceremony was arranged by Heiyun The Great. In fact, there are two meanings. The first is naturally to pray for the God Cloud to send down blessings and bless our race for eternity. Of course, this is just a saying. In fact, the deeper purpose is to pray for more power from the God Cloud."
Yang Xuan thoughtfully asked, "What's the second?"
"The second involves a rumor of our race." White Stone organized his words, and then continued, "In ancient times, our race once worshipped two gods. One was the God Cloud, and the other was the God of Darkness. However, in our long history, for some reason, we lost contact with the God of Darkness. No matter how hard we tried, our people could no longer sense the existence of the God of Darkness, let alone pray for blessings."
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