Fu Qingjun suddenly had a daring idea.
"Immortal Ancestor, Little Horn."
His breath suddenly became rapid,
as he considered all the possibilities, the feasibility of the plan, and began to mutter inexplicably,
"Little Horn, true name Grand Ancestor Shi Sheng, the first Celestial Venerable in the history of the cosmic river, founded the Undying Dynasty, established the cosmos cocoon, eventually lay to rest, later became an ordinary Second-in-Command at Miao Chun Hall in the mortal world of Jianghu after World War II, often jumping around playing the suona, only to praise his coffin at the universe's end with a death prelude."
"Hmm...."
The more Fu Qingjun thought, the more feasible it seemed,
at least, it didn't seem too conflicting in appearance,
"Not bad."
Fu Qingjun looked serious.
He had vaguely made up his mind, taking a risky move, to directly deal with him.
He clearly knew, the universe wasn't his sole dominion!
