Tianming couldn’t be bothered with pleasantries, so he smiled and said, "Palace Lord, leave that to Li Wudi. I’m a free and easy man who’s waiting to roam the mountains with Ling’er and have a bunch of babies!”

"Bullying Ling'er again, you naughty boy," Weisheng Yunxi chuckled. "That’s all in the future. It might not necessarily come true. If it can be done, I’ll certainly place your godfather here. Although he’s rather arrogant and despotic, he’s a man of strong means, a founding monarch. Fourteen years of tribulation was enough to create the perfect man.”

Lightly patting Tianming on the shoulder, she said, "Let's go to the Decimo Sacred Hall and declare your position.”

Weisheng Yunxi was going to arrange an army for Tianming. As a man who had never led a soldier in battle, Tianming was undoubtedly a little excited. Although he’d turned the tide in the Grand-Orient Realm sect war, he had yet to join the ranks of the strong. This time, he could rely on his own combat power to control the war.

"Autarch Yun, death is coming! It’s time the Theocracy of the Ancients...