The King of Black Fog

The Divine Position is above the Immortal Position.

"If you are the Divine Position, then I am the Empress!" She Yi'er wrapped her serpentine tail around his waist, tightening it.

"Stop, stop, stop! Any tighter, and it will fall off!"

Teetering, they nearly collided with the peak of a mountain.

"Ah!!" She Yi'er closed her eyes and screamed, tightening her grip even more.

She heard Li Changzhou laugh heartily, opening her eyes, still shaken, and saw that the mountain was already far behind them.

She then heard Li Changzhou sigh, "The Wa Emperor Palace is right ahead. Once you go up, you won't be able to venture into the wilds with me anymore."

Atop the clouds, the ancient Wa Emperor Palace stood between the layers of clouds, with its flying eaves and intersecting angles, faintly visible through the white clouds.

"Are we there?" she asked Li Changzhou, puzzled.

"Even if I take you back to bathe and change clothes, we still have time!" Li Changzhou laughed.

She Yi'er finally believed it wasn't a dream, shouting and yelling in excitement.

The Wind Bird in Li Changzhou's sleeve caught the scent of the wind and flew out of his sleeve, chirping merrily around them.

Parting the clouds, Li Changzhou brought She Yi'er to land in the landing zone for flying creatures, where many people were leisurely arriving from afar.

She Yi'er glanced at the crowd and said, "It seems like we really do have time to go back and bathe!"

"Do you want to go?"

She turned her face and saw Li Changzhou looking at her with a bright smile. The Golden Crow rose from the Fusang Tree in the East Sea, its golden light coating his body.

"Hmph!" She Yi'er snorted again and turned to leave.

After a couple of steps, she suddenly looked back, "That stone—"

Li Changzhou quickly interjected, "It's mine!"

She Yi'er laughed so hard her waist hurt, "Alright, it's yours! Fool!"

She laughed while swimming away. As she neared the Wa Emperor Palace, she turned once more to look in Li Changzhou's direction.

He was still there!

She Yi'er's heart was suddenly filled with joy.

Amidst the swirling white clouds, his silhouette faded in and out among the mist. For some reason, She Yi'er's joyful heart gradually dimmed. She felt as if he might disappear into the mist at any moment.

Li Changzhou stood in place, waited for a moment, and left somewhat despondently when Yang Qinglan did not arrive.

Riding a cloud in the sky, he thought of his sister and the Turquoise Pool, perhaps already in the Heavenly Mending Hall, and hastened his speed.

The Heavenly Mending Hall was built on Nuwa's stone-melting ground, where the earthly fire had long extinguished, leaving behind fantastically shaped stones formed from cooled lava.

Remnants of the earthly fire throbbed like a heart within the stones.

Pure white Nuwa Flowers spread, like fresh flowers growing over wounds, and when the wind blew, the petals fell like rain.

Members of the Nuwa Clan carved these stones, creating a magnificent open-air palace, within which were sections for the Three Emperors and Five Sovereigns, further divided into Four Seas and Eight Desolates, with a 'Cloud Sea Palace' designated for some famous rangers.

Li Changzhou glanced at the empty Human Emperor Hall, then turned away from heading to the Nuwa Clan's Earth Emperor Hall, opting instead for the ranger's 'Cloud Sea Palace'.

Inside the palace, rows and rows, thousands of tiers, each tier lined with countless serpentine long tables.

Li Changzhou flicked his sleeve and took a seat before a White Snake table; the serpent's mouth opened, pouring out a wine jug, wine cups, and some immortal delicacies and jade items.

Grabbing the wine jug, he poured himself a cup, staring at the wilderness beauties in the major halls when suddenly a resounding Beast Horn sounded, wailing like the cry of the heavens, dispersing the white clouds.

Hosts called out loudly:

"The Gongsun Clan's Yellow Emperor, the Shennong Clan's Emperor Yan, the Gong Gong Clan's Water God, the Zhu Rong Clan's Fire God have arrived!"

The Three Emperors, Five Sovereigns, and all the Four Seas and Eight Desolates rose together.

"Hahaha!" A hearty laugh echoed throughout the Heavenly Mending Hall before a figure could be seen, "Everyone, no need for formalities!"

Li Changzhou was just about to see how Yanhuang themselves looked, when suddenly he heard a ranger nearby whispering to a friend:

"The Yellow Emperor and Emperor Yan have never gotten along; since the first generation emperors Gong Gong and Zhu Rong both perished in the primeval battle, their clans have been like water and fire, so why are they walking together today?"

A group entered from outside the hall.

Just as everyone prepared to bow, three individuals suddenly stepped forward and knelt in the center of the hall.

"Emperor Yellow! Emperor Yan! Gong Gong God! Zhu Rong God! The Suiren Clan—have grievances to report!"

The hall erupted!

The Suiren Clan?!