Everyone knows that the Heavenly Emperor, Emperor Shun, is the father of the sun and the moon, but the Mother of Sun and Moon is actually two goddesses.

One is the Sun Goddess Xihe;

The other is the Moon Mother Chang Xi.

In ancient times, Xihe often embodied battle armor, possessing the capabilities of war. Chang Xi, on the other hand, was in charge of harmonizing Yin and Yang and establishing the heavenly calendar, covering one year with twelve months. It seemed as if one handled domestic affairs and the other, external affairs.

In reality, in today's order of the universe and the power dynamics of the Heaven Palace, both Xihe and Chang Xi have already retired behind the scenes.

Especially this Chang Xi, Wu Wang only knew of her name and couldn't find much record about her in the Northern Wilderness or the Human Domain.

Therefore, Wu Wang hid in a corner of the temple, and at this moment, he was also gazing at the column of light formed by the moon's aura, wishing to catch a glimpse of the visage of this Moon Goddess.

Chang Xi didn't make Cang Xue wait.

Within that column of moonlight, a vague white shadow flickered; this shadow was initially just an outline. But as the moonlight gathered, it solidified into an overwhelmingly dazzling and beautiful figure.

The first impression that Chang Xi gave Wu Wang was... white.

This fairness wasn't the ordinary paleness of women in the Human Domain but seemed more like it was condensed from the cool moonlight, her skin translucent and bright, radiating a luminous glow, as if it had an amazingly soft texture.

When the Human Domain's literati and poets describe a lady's beauty, they always like to use phrases like 'skin as smooth as cream'; yet when applied to Chang Xi, it seems somewhat inappropriate.

Because there is no such jade in the world that could compare to the sight of her skin.

Even her breathtakingly beautiful appearance, her delicately flawless facial features, her gently curved willow brows, and that wonderfully minute touch-up at the corner of her eyes were overshadowed by the unique texture of her skin.

Did Emperor Shun save the whole world in his previous life? Wu Wang thought, a small smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

Then he realized that, from the perspective of the Heaven Palace...

Emperor Shun, who had created the order of the universe and driven away the ferocious Candle Dragon, had indeed saved the whole world.

Just by looks, 'Moon Mother' truly lives up to her name.

Chang Xi, accompanied by the moonlight, descended slowly. Her long hair floated behind her like ribbons of silk, her pale pupils reflecting the still figure of Cang Xue sitting quietly on the throne, as she nodded slightly towards her.

"Sister, it's been a while since we last met. I hope you are well," she said.

Cang Xue frowned slightly as she spoke indifferently, "There is no need for such formality, Moon God. I am just the Northern Wilderness's Sun Ritual, not any 'Ice Sister.'"

"Sister now goes by the name Cang Xue," Chang Xi said as she slowly descended with the moonlight, her cloud-like skirt gently falling down, her bare feet wrapped in luminescent light as she slowly moved forward.

In a soft voice, Chang Xi spoke, "Back in ancient times, if not for Sister's protection, I would have been bullied by those Strong Gods, and I could never have found such good fortune with His Majesty."

Cang Xue did not respond, her cold expression softened somewhat with nostalgia.

For some reason, or perhaps it's my 'mother bias,' when Chang Xi faces Mother directly... Clearly, Mother appears somewhat more beautiful.

Of course, judging these Innate Gods by their appearance is somewhat superficial.

I must remain calm, my Dao heart like still water, Wu Wang silently warned himself, hiding earnestly in the corner and observing secretly.

"Please, have a seat," Cang Xue said.

Chang Xi agreed and gracefully took the seat originally occupied by Wu Wang.

Her long hair and the sashes of her fairy skirt were still fluttering slightly as if she herself might fly off to the starry sky at any moment.

Chang Xi smiled gently, her gaze fixed on Cang Xue for a while before shifting it to the side.

She said, "Since we parted all those years ago, I never thought that when we met again it would be after such a long time."

"What is it," Cang Xue picked up the teacup in front of her, slowly bringing it to her lips, and spoke slowly, "Is this the victor coming to mock the vanquished?"

"I wouldn't dare," Chang Xi said with a soft laugh, "I just feel sorry for Sister, for being taken away to the Outer Sky by the Water God. As a goddess who detests evil so fiercely, how could you associate with the brutal and merciless Candle Dragon?"

Cang Xue let out a cold laugh and responded calmly, "When you used to work under Candle Dragon, why didn't I hear you speak of brutality and mercilessness?"

"It was precisely because the gods could no longer tolerate Candle Dragon's brutality that the Great War of the Gods happened in ancient times," Chang Xi's voice carried a slight coquettish tint.

In the corner, Wu Wang couldn't help but tilt his head slightly.

This Chang Xi... she seems, perhaps, probably, a bit... well, it's hard to say, hard to say.

Chang Xi sighed softly and said,

"I've always felt quite sorry for Sister.

Back then, she was peerlessly beautiful, and among the goddesses, only the Star God and the Ice God were more esteemed and powerful. It's just regrettable that Sister was deeply favored by the Water God, who in turn was utterly loyal to the Candle Dragon.

Alas, it is truly a pity.

Now that the world is bustling with life, how can there not be a place for Sister?"

...Why does the Moon God seem to have a hint of Dragon Well tea flavor?

Cang Xue spoke indifferently, "Among those who were once called the three goddesses, Xihe seems to be one as well."

The Moon God's smile didn't change. "It seems there is such a saying," she chuckled.

Wu Wang raised an eyebrow; his mother's verbal jab seemed to have struck a nerve, as the Moon God's micro-expressions shifted several times.

"If the reminiscing is over, please state your purpose."

Cang Xue said slowly,

"Your visit here must not be solely to discuss this matter with me. Moreover, the judgment made earlier by Emperor Shun's Order incarnation was to conceal from the gods of Heaven Palace the fact that I am the Ice God.

What now, have the gods of Heaven Palace become aware?"

As she spoke, Cang Xue grasped the staff in her hand, a cold light gleamed in her eyes.

The Moon God hastily said, "Sister, please don't be rash. Currently, only I, His Majesty, and that god know of this matter."

That god? Whoa— Am I the type to be interested in the Heavenly Emperor's gossip? I practice the Yin Yang Eight Trigrams!

The Moon God said softly,

"His Majesty sent me here to show goodwill toward Sister.

Previously, His Majesty was trapped by Fu Xi's schemes, wandering in the Human Domain unable to return to Heaven Palace; it was his Order incarnation that had been in charge of Heaven Palace affairs all this while.

The Order incarnation, unaware of human feelings and worldly ways, only knows to uphold the existing order of the universe, and I fear it might have neglected Sister.

In truth, Sister, we are not enemies.

When we opposed the Candle Dragon back then, it was because the Candle Dragon was recklessly plundering the divine power of the Innate Gods.

Whether in ancient times or in today's world;

Whether it's His Majesty or myself, we all hope Sister Ice God can stand on our side, to collectively manage this world and explore the mysteries beyond heaven and earth.

Sister, I've come here with sincere intentions... Sister, you have a progeny named Wu Wangzi, correct?"

Wu Wang's spirit lifted.

Suddenly, a bone-chilling cold burst forth around Cang Xue, causing the Moon God to subconsciously dodge to a distance.

If Mother was merely the Sun Ritual priestess and controlled the Star God, then where did this Dao of Ice and the Ice God's divine power come from? Could it also be because of that 'Dream Realm Passage'?

At this moment, Cang Xue's hair gradually turned light blue as she sat quietly, surrounded by spiraling ice spikes at her feet.

"Seeking death?"

"Sister, please do not be angry!"

The Moon God immediately put on a smile, hastily saying,

"We have absolutely no intention to harm Wu Wangzi. Even more, His Majesty has now appointed the four great auxiliary gods of Heaven Palace, and Wu Wangzi's name is among them. His Majesty highly values Wu Wangzi; even in his dreams, he is calling out...

'Wu Wang, look at my recent paintings.'

His Majesty holds nothing but admiration for Wu Wangzi."

"Hmph!"

The pale blue Daoist charm surrounding Cang Xue slowly receded, and with it, the extremely sharp pressure diminished.

Thereupon, Cang Xue said indifferently, "If you dare harm my son, I will not let matters rest. Go back now, and if an Innate God approaches the Star God Temple again, it will be seen as a provocation and a declaration of war."

The Moon God regained her charming smiling demeanor, bowed slightly to Cang Xue, and said softly,

"Sister, you need not worry, Wu Wangzi will certainly not suffer any grievances."

With those words, the Moon God took two steps back, her figure gradually becoming ethereal.

That beam of moonlight reappeared, and the charming figure of Chang Xi seemed to melt away into it, turning into streaming light and disappearing from sight.

In the corner, the restrictions around Wu Wang dissolved on their own, and he stepped forward with a smile, saying to his mother,

"I could only feel heartache for Sister."

Cang Xue couldn't help but squint her eyes with amusement and chided, "Why imitate her! I've always been somewhat displeased with her opportunism."

Wu Wang scratched his head and walked over to the seat the Moon God had just occupied. Just as he was about to sit down, Cang Xue raised her hand and tapped twice, switching out his chair for another.

Wu Wang muttered, "Mother, how come you have the Ice God's divine power? Aren't you just a Divine Soul that came here?"

If there's a problem, just ask straightforwardly.

"Calculate it, when did Suiren seize the Dao of Fire?"

Cang Xue spoke softly,

"Actually, while in slumber, I gathered a second divine body, hidden in the far north. It is still immature and can only be used a few times in duels.

Otherwise, with only Mother's control over the Star God's Dao, how could Emperor Shun's Order incarnation be so wary of me?"

Wu Wang, for a moment, found himself at a loss for words.

He had heard from his mother herself that her divine body was sleeping in the Outer Sky...

Apparently seeing the strange expression on Wu Wang's face, Cang Xue said softly, "The second divine body is just a piece of mysterious ice."

"Mother, about the curse the Luck God imposed on me..."

"It is indeed true."

As if Cang Xue saw through what was on Wu Wang's mind, she said seriously,

"This matter affects whether you can have descendants, which is of utmost importance. Mother would never jest about such a thing.

However, I am also somewhat unclear on how exactly she imposed the seal on you.

But every time you touch a woman and the sleeping divine soul brand takes effect, it is indeed her doing; I would not mistake that Daoist charm."

"When I was seven or eight years old, did she come to find Mother?"

"She did not," Cang Xue looked at Wu Wang. "If the Heaven and Earth Seal were so easy to break, why would the Candle Dragon rage and roar all day long on that side?"

"This is indeed strange."

Wu Wang, full of puzzlement, picked up the teacup his mother had just replaced and sat thinking for a while.

And then, he didn't come up with an explanation.

"Mother, let's talk about something serious first."

"What is it?"

"Previously, I saw the Land Beyond the Skies through dreams with the Sleep God," Wu Wang said earnestly. "I want to know, Mother, how do you view the Candle Dragon.

I want to understand Mother's precise opinion of the Candle Dragon."

Just as Cang Xue was about to speak, Wu Wang added,

"Mother, you don't have to consider my feelings. Your stance will serve as a reference for me when I contemplate my own position.

Besides, I believe that every predicament has a solution; the issue is whether we have the ability to find the path that breaks through the impasse."

After speaking, Wu Wang placed his hands on his knees, sat up straight, and waited quietly for his mother's answer.

Cang Xue thought carefully for a while.

One could see she was hesitating and weighing her options, appearing very relaxed as she leaned back against the cushion.

She said, "If this world needs a Heavenly Emperor, a manager of order, then why can't that Heavenly Emperor be you?"

At that moment, Wu Wang's expression was colorful, exceptionally rich.

...

Throughout the journey back from the Big Snow Mountain to the clan lands, Wu Wang was entirely in a daze.

He truly had not expected his mother to have such grand expectations of him.

In the conversations that followed, Wu Wang also came to understand.

His mother had no ambitions; she was utterly indifferent to power and influence. She simply... believed firmly that her son could achieve something significant.

Wu Wang certainly couldn't be influenced by his mother's hopes of 'wishing her son to become a dragon, her daughter a phoenix'.

After all, in his previous life, the words he most often heard from others were — "Your boy will definitely succeed and become a high-ranking official!"

Expectations are expectations, reality is reality.

The reality was that he currently could not withstand a single move from the Heavenly Emperor, and his interactions with Emperor Shun relied entirely on the tense current situation of the world and his mother's unique status.

Of course, the affair involving ThreeOld Daoist Sanxian had an element of luck.

It was just uncertain whether it was good luck or bad.

Back in the clan lands, everywhere was still bustling.

Far off, one could see several bonfires on the grassland, figures of tribespeople dancing and singing, as well as the sight of young men and women growing warmer in their affections.

This kind of night belonged to passion.

Living beings continued their existence in such passion, and the slight variations that occurred in this continuity could endow living beings with countless possibilities.

The long conversation with his mother left Wu Wang's thoughts extremely fragmented.

He wandered near the clan lands for a while before finally returning to his own residence. Just as he was about to land in front of his tent, his Immortal Consciousness picked up snippets of conversation.

Two Elders from the Xuan Nu Sect were discussing something...

"Xiaolan is close to coming out of seclusion."

"The battle between the Human Domain and Heaven Palace is imminent; we can't keep living in hiding here. Once Xiaolan emerges, we'll ask if she wants to return. Then we'll all go back and have another showdown with the Heaven Palace!"

"I wonder if Wuwang Palace Lord will come to support us."

"Wuwang Palace Lord currently shouldn't reveal himself in the Human Domain; he understands this reasoning very well."

What reasoning? What am I supposed to understand?

Several question marks popped up over Wu Wang's head. He felt like these two Elders were deliberately saying these words for him to hear.

The actions of Immortals are always subtle and implied.

Just as he was about to step into his own tent, preparing to meditate and analyze the information his mother had revealed to him, his Immortal Consciousness once again picked up spoken words from Lin Suqing's tent.

Lin Suqing said,

"...Your Highness, you see, there's so much to learn about sitting postures.

A wrong sitting posture can easily give men the impression that our conduct is not proper, and different seating environments also determine how we should seat ourselves.

The three key points are:

The skirt must be smooth, the legs tightly together, always keep the chest out.

Yes, that's right, like that you can accentuate your figure... Very good! Very spirited!"

Wu Wang nearly lost control and flew over to take a peek impulsively.

Forget it, after all, he shouldn't behave in such a manner and should show them the respect they deserve.

So he squeezed back into his tent and lay on his arm all night, his mind gradually calming down.

He must do something; he must take action. And he must have a clear purpose and unite all the forces he could rally together.

Whether he wanted to create a force, or fulfill his mother's expectations that were so vast they were somewhat frightening, if he didn't act, it would all be wishful thinking.

When the first rays of sunlight penetrated the gap in the tent and shone on Wu Wang's face, Wu Wang sprang out of bed, ran to the corner desk, and started writing vigorously with a brush.

The tips of those brushes, meticulously selected by his subordinates from wolf hair, were imbued with fragrant ink produced exclusively by a small tribe from the Eastern Wilderness.

The morning light reflected on Wu Wang's face, yet it was rare to see him so earnest.

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