"Emperor Chixiao hasn't gone to any other island. He's been wholeheartedly comprehending on this one, and he didn't even take part in the scramble when Magic Artifacts appeared."
It was obvious Emperor Chixiao had grand designs; he disdained grabbing some random Magic Artifact, his goal lay solely in the three floating islands of the sixth layer.
"An old acquaintance has come to pay a visit, I ask that Emperor Chixiao grant me an audience."
Zhao Xing blew out a gust of wind that fell onto the cloud layer above Chixiao Island, softly calling out over and over.
Inside the island, in an elegant, lofty pavilion, Emperor Chixiao sat cross-legged, facing a stele in front of him.
Upon hearing the commotion outside, Emperor Chixiao suddenly opened his eyes; a strand of Thunder Light flashed within them as memories swiftly surfaced in his mind.
In the end, the scene froze on a moment from ten thousand years ago, inside the Time Hut of the Yuanhai Ancient Country.
"Tian Ningzi…"
