Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation   Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Open!” With the assistance of White Dragon, Su Clan’s Sixteen extended her hand and gently pushed into the void, causing a tumultuous celestial river shadow to open beside her.

Within this Celestial River Space lay rows of crystal coffins, each containing a ‘Su Clan’s Sixteen.’ Each Sixteen appeared identical in appearance, distinguishable only by their attire.

Through their dressing, one could discern the varying personalities of these ‘Su Clan’s Sixteen.’

Some dressed conservatively, barely revealing any skin, resembling assassins; some donned ethereal dresses, akin to fairies from paintings, exuding a serene sweetness; others dressed casually, versatile and displaying different temperaments; a few even sported fiery armor, embodying bold personalities.

The multitude of Sixteens represented the diverse personalities of the original Spirit River Su Clan’s Sixteen.

Su Clan’s Sixteen’s gaze swept across the Heavenly River until she finally selected one wearing a denim dress with spaghetti straps, moving her out from the ‘Heavenly River Space’ behind her.

Expanding her body, White Dragon seized the small Sixteen within the crystal coffin and gently tossed her into Song Shuhangs Nine Repair Tomb.

“So many Sixteens?” Lady Onion exclaimed, wide-eyed.

Seeing Lady Onion’s astonished expression, Su Clan’s Sixteen explained, “Yes, don’t worry. They aren’t in danger.”

Lady Onion took a gentle breath, then jumped up and patted Sixteen’s head, saying, “Sixteen, don’t be afraid. We’ll stay strong and not easily succumb to the game of fate!”

Su Clan’s Sixteen was confused.

After sighing, Lady Onion returned to Senior Turtle’s turtle shell. Seeing so many little Sixteens within Sixteen’s space, she couldn’t help but think of the bundles of green onion sprouts in Song Shuhangs space.

The two scenes bore striking similarities.

Yet, like Su Clan’s Sixteen, she wouldn’t easily succumb to fate. One day, she would overcome Unsheathed Onion’!

“Sixteen, will all your little Sixteens eventually become clones?” Soft Feather inquired.

“Yes, they should,” Su Clan’s Sixteen gently nodded. She extended her hand, and the Heavenly River’s space slowly closed and vanished.

“Let’s go, Sixteen.” Big Sister White Dragon grabbed Sixteen’s body and drew a line in the air with her claws, opening a spatial passage.

Sixteen waved at the crowd, saying, “Everyone, I have something to take care of. I’ll head to the mysterious island first. See you later.”

“Safe travels,” Senior White’s half-clone waved and sent a mental message.

There was no better blessing than Senior White’s.

“Thank you, Senior White,” Sixteen replied. Then, the White Dragon took her, and they disappeared from the Netherworld Realm.

Retracting his swinging leg, Senior White’s clone had been contemplating alternative ways to temporarily repair his upper body since he couldn’t create a ‘mental demon clone.’

After ‘seeing’ Su Clan’s Sixteen’s warehouse full of little Sixteens, Senior White’s clone began to ponder.

“So many Little Sixteens. Will they all become clones in the future? I wonder if Shuhang will be able to handle it.” Senior Mental Demon Scarlet Heaven Sword suddenly spoke in a serious and heavy voice.

Black-skinned Soft Feather was confused.

“Black Panther, do you think we can also create an army of Mental Demons so that the main body can continue to create all kinds of Mental Demon avatars?” Senior Mental Demon Scarlet Heaven Sword continued in a serious tone.

“It should… I don’t think so? My main body doesn’t have that many inner demons,” said the black-skinned Soft Feather.

“You guys stay here and guard the passage between the tomb and the Dream Realm. I’ll go to the tomb first.” Senior White’s clone said.

“Leave it to us,” the Heart Demon Redcloud Sword said.

“Senior White, do you need me to lead the way?” asked Soft Feather.

She wasn’t sure if Senior White’s clone, which was only left with half of its body, could see the road ahead clearly.

“Don’t worry, I can find the tomb.” After saying this much, Senior White’s clone quickly ran into Song Shuhangs tomb and approached Little Sixteen’s crystal coffin.

The White Dragon had brought Sixteen to the main world because the

Celestial Emperor had approached her crystal coffin. As soon as they left, Senior White’s clone approached Sixteen’s crystal coffin and prepared to study her…

Between the dragon tomb on the mysterious island and the tomb of the Nine Netherworld Nine Cultivators of True Virtue, one of them had to be studied.

The Celestial Thearch gently touched the crystal coffin but did not move further. She was like a tourist admiring a national treasure.

“What a pity. Although white is beautiful, after getting used to seeing gold, I feel that white is not domineering enough.” The Celestial Thearch sounded regretful.

Looking at her expression, he felt that she wanted to paint the White Dragon with a new layer of gold paint.

The bone dragons in the nine bronze coffins behind him were extremely nervous.

Hua

At this moment, a layer of ripples appeared on the mirror behind the Heavenly Emperor. This was the VIP space passage that the White Dragon had left for herself.

The White Dragon’s figure came out of the mirror, but Su Clan’s Sixteen’s body remained in the ancient bronze mirror, protected by the mirror space. This way, even if the White Dragon and the Heavenly Emperor had a conflict later, her safety would still be guaranteed.

“Long time no see, Ancestral Golden Dragon.” The Celestial Thearch seemed to have known that the White Dragon would come. She didn’t even turn her head as she spoke.

“What are you doing in my dragon tomb?” The White Dragon frowned and asked in a deep voice.

“l just wanted to see you because it was still early. Do you believe me?” The Celestial Thearch turned around and smiled.

“l believe you. Alright.” The White Dragon nodded.” We’ve met. Can you leave

“If you chat like this, the sky will be broken by you.” “l need your help, Fellow Daoist Golden Dragon.” The Celestial Thearch sighed.

The White Dragon asked, “What do you want?”

“l want to pass the position of Heavenly Emperor to Golden Trigram,” the Celestial Thearch said.

“Pfft… What did you say?” The White Dragon almost choked on her own saliva.

“l don’t want to be the Heavenly Emperor anymore. Therefore, it’s meaningless for me to continue occupying the position of the Heavenly Emperor. Why don’t I pass it on to Gold Trigram?” the Celestial Thearch replied.

“Are you crazy?” The White Dragon stared at the Heavenly Emperor. Seeing her serious expression, she frowned and asked, “Why did you choose the Golden Trigram?”

Can’t you guys change the question?” The Celestial Thearch leaned against the crystal coffin with his long legs crossed.

“l can’t. Also,” the White Dragon said, “please move your butt away from my coffin. Thank you.”

The Celestial Thearch was speechless.

It had been a few years since they last met, and she felt that it was getting harder and harder for her to have a good chat with the ancestral golden dragon..

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