“Zhou Zunzi, come with me.”

The Holy Mother of the Universe glanced at Zhou Xingdou, then turned and walked towards the steps behind the altar.

Zhou Xingdou had no choice but to dismiss Chen Nong and Wei Luosheng, and then followed the Holy Mother of the Universe away.

This little incident didn't attract much attention, as everyone was cheering for peace and their focus was on the speech of the new Holy Lord, Wan Tianzhou.

Wan Shenyan, who remained untouched by karma and had always been relatively unknown, gave the departing two people a strange look.

She only glanced at him once, then her gaze shifted with a hint of jealousy to the radiant Wan Tianzhou, and she sighed inwardly:

"As expected of the incarnation of the Dao Fruit of the Universe, what good fortune! Being possessed and able to return to a physical body, losing one father and gaining another great father."

The altar was incredibly high, with countless steps, yet Our Lady of the Universe did not employ any attack, calmly descending step by step.

The snow-white robe with gold thread dragged beneath her, its wide shape streamlined by gravity, unable to conceal her extremely voluptuous figure.

Thump! Thump! Thump! ...

With each step, a crisp sound rang out beneath the feet of the Holy Mother of the Universe—the sound of high heels striking the jade steps. Though seemingly ordinary, it sounded increasingly pleasant to Zhou Xingdou.

This sound, like a piano from a past life, is full of unique rhythm. The density of the jade on each step is different, as is the strength of the Holy Mother of the Universe, and the notes produced are also different.

The sound is not noisy or chaotic, nor does it resemble a magnificent musical score. Rather, it is more like music that expresses the most primal desires, liberating the most primal desires in Stephen Chow's heart.

The speed of the Holy Mother of the Universe and Zhou Xingdou was not difficult. They had already arrived at a platform in the middle of the steps of the Holy Platform. Moreover, the back of the Holy Platform was blocked by the mountain in front.

Zhou Xingdou could no longer restrain himself and grabbed the Holy Mother of the Universe from behind as she was about to walk down. He breathed in the fragrance of the ripe fruit on her smooth, jade-like shoulders.

The Holy Mother of the Universe was slightly startled, not expecting Zhou Xingdou to be so easily provoked, unable to resist embracing her at this moment. She hurriedly said in a somewhat flustered manner:

"Let go! What are you trying to do? I am the Holy Mother of the Universe. We'll talk about it when we get to the Universe Palace."

Logically speaking, Stephen Chow shouldn't be like this. After all, he could refuse when I offered myself to him before. How could he be so frivolous and unable to control himself now?

But can it be the same for Stephen Chow?

It was just a transaction, with a coercive element, but during that time, the two were truly compatible and there was no coercion involved. How could Zhou Xingdou possibly be polite?

“I observed that there are no guards on the steps. Everyone is focused on the area above the altar, and even if people come down from there, they won’t use the steps!”

Zhou Xingdou's eyes were slightly red, the purple aura in his divine eyes dissipated, leaving only endless spring-like desire. He kissed the Holy Mother of the Universe's lips and continued:

"Besides, wasn't this war started by the Virgin Mary? Who would choose a place to fight a war? Naturally, they would fight wherever the enemy goes!"

After saying that, Stephen Chow revealed a wicked smile...

Wei Luosheng, who was chatting with Chen Nong on the sacred platform, frowned slightly at this moment, glanced at the steps behind him, sighed, and softly uttered a single word:

"hidden!"

Chen Nong, seeing Wei Luosheng suddenly utter Confucian and Taoist truths, seemed to have sensed something and quickly asked in a pleasantly surprised whisper:

"Young Master has succeeded?"

Wei Luosheng nodded helplessly, and lowered his voice as well:

"It's done, but the location we chose was a bit too bold..."

Speaking of this, Wei Luosheng looked helpless. He had followed Zhou Xingdou out of poverty, but he had never debated the classics or fought against the law. He was full of Confucian and Taoist knowledge, but it was all used to cover up his immoral and scandalous deeds, which made him extremely tired.

If the Confucian Emperor were to find out, I would probably be expelled from the Confucian school and stripped of my title as a great Confucian scholar...

During wartime, time is hard to perceive; in the blink of an eye, several hours have passed, the sun has already set, and the bright moon has just begun to peek out.

Below the sacred platform, the figures of hundreds of thousands of cultivators have disappeared, and the sacred platform is now silent, with only the faint sounds of celestial birds chirping and celestial streams flowing.

Inside the Universal Palace, the leaders of all the major powers had already left, and all the high-ranking officials had also withdrawn from the hall. Only Wan Tianzhou and Wan Shenyan, who had been specially left behind by Wan Tianzhou, remained in the hall.

Wan Shenyan frowned slightly, wondering why Wan Tianzhou had specifically asked him to stay. His personality was well-known; he had no desire to get involved in trouble.

Even though the Emperor Ancestor ordered him to assist Wan Tianzhou, he would avoid showing his face whenever possible, and he remained semi-transparent even during the meeting just now.

Wan Tianzhou stood before the gate of the Universal Palace, gazing at the dazzling starry sky outside. He exhaled a clear breath before speaking:

"Master Yan, do you wish to regain the position of the Ninth Patriarch?"

Wan Tianzhou's words echoed in the empty Huanyu Palace, causing Wan Shenyan, who was originally going to give a perfunctory reply, to suppress the words he was about to utter, his eyes flashing with a sharp light.

But then Wan Shenyan chuckled twice, half-jokingly saying:

"Of course I want to, but can the Holy Lord make the Emperor Ancestor retract his decree?"

Wan Tianzhou did not smile. He turned to face Wan Shenyan, his handsome face filled with utmost seriousness and solemnity, and uttered two words heavily:

"I can!"

Wan Shenyan's expression froze instantly, his smile vanished, and he didn't let Wan Tianzhou prove how he could do it. His eyes narrowed slightly, and he said in a low voice:

"what do you want to do?"

A hint of coldness settled on Wan Tianzhou's face, and an aura of murderous intent never before seen on him rose from his body as he uttered a single sentence.

His tone wasn't particularly sharp, but it made Wan Shenyan's pupils shrink, his body tremble slightly, and he showed an expression of disbelief.

"I want Wan Qianlong dead!"

The voice echoed in the hall, stirring Wan Shenyan's heart again and again, even making his breathing quicken for a few breaths.

After a long silence, Wan Shenyan finally came to his senses. His gaze towards Wan Tianzhou became somewhat terrifying, devoid of his usual carefree demeanor. He said in a deep voice:

"Do you know what you're saying? If I wanted, I could convene a council of elders right now with those words and strip you of your position as Holy Lord!"

Wan Tianzhou was not frightened, and calmly repeated:

"I'll say it again: does Ancestor Yan wish to regain the position of the Ninth Ancestor?"

Wan Shenyan didn't answer directly, but the terror in his eyes lessened considerably, and he asked instead:

"I need a reason. Why did you want Wan Qianlong to die? Even if you ruined his plans, you are the Holy Lord of the Universe. He could not possibly threaten your life, and given your personality, you wouldn't want to kill him!"

Wan Tianzhou raised his eyes, his gaze filled with boundless killing intent, almost bordering on madness, a far cry from his usual clear and upright demeanor.

"I will not allow any being in this world that threatens my elder brother's life to live! Not even the ancestor of the Holy Land of the Universe!"