Chapter 1477: Chapter 1477: Danger Danger
White Emperor was one of the more transcendent beings among the ancient gods. It is said that he inherited the Heavenly World Deity Altar and beca emperor in one fell swoop during a sacrificial ritual there, gaining the altar’s blessings. As a result, he is one of the more legendary figures among the ancient gods.
Moreover, his collection of magic treasures is unusually vast, making him the cream of the crop among the superpowers.
This ti, he didn’t attend the gathering of the gods either. He is a highly individualistic person—one of those eccentric types.
Among his many magic treasures, there exists a mirror. Naturally, this mirror is an Innate spiritual treasure, born of heaven and earth. This mirror has the ability to see through all worldly illusions and wields the awe-inspiring power to reflect and capture the spirits of the gods.
It is said that, in Ancient Tis, all kinds of strange beasts transford into humans and caused chaos. These transford beings were indistinguishable from humans.
But later, it was the White Emperor who intervened. He retrieved the God Capturing Mirror, and once it reflected upon these beings, no matter how great their divine skills were, their true forms would be revealed, and their spirits captured.
In Ancient Tis, just the ntion of “White Emperor” was enough to frighten evil gods into fleeing far and wide.
When the Green Cloud Heavenly Emperor suggested inviting the White Emperor, everyone imdiately nodded in agreent. Under the present circumstances, perhaps only the White Emperor could uncover the whereabouts of Yusuf Zuck.
The Green Cloud Heavenly Emperor wasted no ti contacting the White Emperor.
Just a dozen breaths later, as the void above the gods trembled suddenly, a Spaceti Door opened.
Then, a young man in his twenties stepped out of the door.
The man wore entirely white clothing, held a White Paper Fan in his hand, and donned purple silk boots. His sharp, thick brows and profoundly mysterious eyes lent him an exceptional handsoness from afar.
Standing next to Creed Burch, the two appeared like brothers of the sa blood.
But in truth, they were father and son.
The White Emperor earned the nickna “Dashing Heavenly Emperor,” known as the “Romantic God,” leaving affections and offspring here and there.
“Why is it necessary to find that person? What has he done?” Upon arriving, the White Emperor glanced at his son Creed Burch before turning his gaze to Javier Higgins, disregarding everyone else entirely.
The Green Cloud Heavenly Emperor quickly answered, “He possesses the Power of the giants and vanished right under our noses. We all have no idea how he disappeared. Furthermore, he killed Avah rritt and Lionel Trujillo.”
The White Emperor raised an eyebrow. “If I recall correctly, the rules of the True Spirit World disregard life and death. Anyone entering must be prepared for the outco. Death is natural.”
“If this little cultivator dared to disappear in front of all of you, it only proves he possesses extraordinary blessings. So why is it my problem to dig him out? Wouldn’t that only bring his wrath upon ?”
“He killed Avah rritt—the daughter of Reagan rritt—and Lionel Trujillo’s son,” Javier Higgins reminded, worried the White Emperor might not recognize Avah rritt’s significance and thus disclosed her parentage.
“My son’s still alive, isn’t he? Why should I care about others dying, whether sons by the thousands or grandsons in droves?” the White Emperor sneered coldly.
“Pfft—” Many gods nearly choked to death from his biting remark.
Yet the White Emperor’s words were undeniably true and grounded. The rules of the True Spirit World are precisely as stated: dying and seeking revenge is aningless.
If you have the guts to send your heirs in, why don’t you have the guts to accept their death?
Furthermore, everyone could tell the White Emperor might have unresolved feuds with Reagan rritt or Ed Trujillo. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be speaking so pointedly.
“White Qingyuan, what do you an by this?” Suddenly, the great god Reagan rritt stepped forward, his fists clenched so tightly that cracking sounds filled the air.
The White Emperor gazed down at Reagan rritt and sneered, “Well, this matter ends here, doesn’t it? I shattered my Soul Collector’s Mirror; it’s broken and won’t be able to help you. Besides, the heavens have their cycles; the gods have their blessings. Let’s not defy fate. Fate determines who lives and dies—it’s all determined in the unseen.”
“Crash!” Having said this, the White Emperor imdiately tore open the Spaceti Door. He wouldn’t give face to anyone. After uttering a couple of infuriating remarks, he prepared to leave.
However, just as one foot had stepped into the Spaceti Door, a faint voice suddenly rang out: “Qingyuan, Avah rritt is my daughter.”
It was a woman’s voice. As her words fell, the White Emperor’s Spaceti Door seed to freeze. chanically, he turned his head, his gaze complex as he looked at the woman who had spoken.
This woman had just arrived; she was none other than Reagan rritt’s wife, the sister of Jeremiah Colon—Reagan rritt.
When the White Emperor turned back, his gaze suddenly softened. At that mont, everyone couldn’t help but glance at Reagan rritt.
The world knows the White Emperor is a licentious man, sowing love and scandal everywhere. Many renowned won and female talents have been linked romantically to him. And it seems… it seems that Reagan rritt also had so rumored entanglents with the White Emperor back in the day?
According to rumors, in those earlier years, the White Emperor had been a distinguished guest in the House of the Upper Pure Heavenly Emperor, frequently drinking and feasting with Jeremiah Colon. Many claid they often witnessed the White Emperor and Reagan rritt together.
Later, for so unknown reason, the White Emperor clashed with Reagan rritt and Jeremiah Colon, and the three ceased all contact from then on.
After that, Reagan rritt married Reagan rritt.
The story is just that straightforward. Back when Reagan rritt married Reagan rritt, whether she was still a maiden would likely only be known by Reagan rritt—or the White Emperor.
But such matters are hardly ones people can openly discuss or spread. Neither the White Emperor, Jeremiah Colon, nor Reagan rritt could tolerate hearing anyone gossip about them—they’d kill for it.
“Haha, so it’s Reagan rritt,” the White Emperor said after locking eyes with Reagan rritt. He suddenly laughed heartily.
He was undeniably a licentious man, perhaps also sentintal, but certainly not devoted. Thus, he might feel a trace of nostalgia for Reagan rritt, but nothing more. He wouldn’t lose composure over bygone events—he simply wasn’t that type of person.
Reagan rritt’s face turned ashen green, then blood-red. At this mont, as all the great gods cast peculiar looks his way, how must he have felt?
He wasn’t wearing a hat, but even if he did, it wouldn’t be green.
“Avah rritt is your daughter? How co I didn’t know?” The White Emperor continued ignoring Reagan rritt. He smirked and said, “We’ve been friends for so long—fine, today I’ll help you as a favor to repay an old debt.” After saying this, the rogue directly produced a mirror.
He’d just claid the mirror was shattered, but now produced it. This rogue truly was a rascal.
Reagan rritt didn’t reply. When Reagan rritt had first been with him, she had been but a maiden, so he knew what he knew. And he, too, was soone aloof and eccentric, never caring for others’ judgnts. Right now, his only concern was catching the killer of his daughter, so he remained silent.
As the White Emperor retrieved the mirror, he declared, “To vanish before your eyes, there are only three possible reasons: one is possession of another’s body, two is the use of the Art of Change, and three is escape from the True Spirit World.”
“So I’ll shine the mirror on the beings present first. If I find nothing, I’ll scan the True Spirit World again. If there’s still nothing, then I’ll be powerless to help.” He spoke while directing the mirror’s light toward his son Creed Burch.
“Whoa—” As Creed Burch was illuminated, his image imdiately appeared within the mirror’s light, exceptionally clear. His soul and body were laid bare for all to see.
His soul was utterly pristine, without any trace of possession. Were he possessed, the mirror’s light would expel the invading spirit, exposing and severing it, before smashing it to the ground.
“Next.” The White Emperor smirked and then illuminated an androgynous figure.
At the sa ti, Yusuf Zuck, parasitically hidden within Harry Montoya’s body, felt his hair stand on end. He sensed danger—profound and unrelenting danger.
Instinctively, he knew that if this mirror captured him, he could no longer remain hidden. His Parasitic Technique wasn’t weak; the mirror, however, was too malevolent.
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