Chapter 2882: White Queen
The White Queen was a renowned Great God across the universe, ruling over an entire realm. Her Goddess Twelve Pavilions commanded vast power, with numerous gods standing under her and countless Saint realm cultivators.
The Divine Maiden Queen Hall was the cultivation and living quarters of successive masters of the Goddess Twelve Pavilions, located deep within the layered palace complexes of the World's Divine Maiden Tower, hidden amidst white mist and divine radiance.
Cultivators across the world had all heard of the Divine Maiden Queen Hall's name, fantasizing about how breathtakingly beautiful and captivating the White Queen dwelling within must be, capable of enchanting all beings.
After all, the White Queen's reputation for wantonness and seductive charm had long spread throughout the universe, enough to stir infinite fantasies and desires in any man to share her intimacy.
Yet, even in the White Queen's sensual legends, the men who could enter the Divine Maiden Queen Hall were exceedingly rare. Without exception, they were all contemporary overlords or rulers of a realm.
But at this moment, Shang Hong—a god less than one eon old—stood within the Divine Maiden Queen Hall, staring down at the White Queen, a Great God, with an air of superiority.
"Demon Eye is dead, Wuma Jiuxing is dead, the Four-Armor Blood Ancestor also died without clear cause, and now three True Gods have been captured by the Hell Realm. Don't tell me, City Lord, that you have nothing to do with all this?"
Even at this moment, Shang Hong remained expressionless.
But his gaze fixed on the White Queen was filled with coldness. Her soul-stirring beauty and flawless figure did not affect his state of mind or cause him to lose himself.
For this alone, calling him a future God Venerable was not an exaggeration.
Although the Shang Clan held the White Queen's greatest weakness, a single Shang Hong was not enough to make her feel fear or timidity.
The White Queen sat at the top of the hall, draped in moon-white thin gauze. Her jade-like, slender legs were slightly crossed, the beautiful curves of her thighs fully revealed. Her crystalline skin and firm thighs would make any cultivator's blood boil.
Even Shang Hong only dared to focus his gaze on her eyes, afraid to look down, fearing that her pervasive seductive power would affect his spiritual will.
"The one who captured Yan God and the others is a disciple of the Death God Venerable. The Death God Venerable is someone the Goddess Twelve Pavilions cannot afford to offend." The White Queen's red lips parted, glistening and tempting.
Her voice was seductive to the extreme.
Shang Hong felt as if her gaze could release electric currents, making his body involuntarily go numb and lose strength.
He wouldn't mind having something happen with the White Queen.
But the White Queen was a Great God, a shrewd figure who could navigate between the major powers of the Heavenly Court and Hell Realm. Once entangled with her, things would not be so simple.
Shang Hong quickly averted his gaze and snorted, "The Goddess Twelve Pavilions cannot afford to offend the Death God Venerable, but can they afford to offend the Shang Clan? I know that in the City Lord's eyes, a mere Shang Hong doesn't carry enough weight. In that case, let the Heavenly Lord speak with you directly."
"Is the Heavenly Lord on Xinghuantian?"
The White Queen's bright eyes narrowed, a hint of surprise appearing on her stunningly beautiful jade-like face.
Shang Hong stood straight as a sword, casually waving his hand and tossing out the "Yi" character token.
The token flew through the air, divine qi surging outward, transforming into a vast sea of purple mist. On the misty sea, Yi Tianjun's ten-thousand-zhang-tall figure materialized, exuding a pressure that covered heaven and earth.
The White Queen had already descended from her white jade throne, kneeling on one knee in the misty sea, saying, "Paying respects to the Heavenly Lord."
Yi Tianjun's eyes were like two divine suns hanging in the sky. "One hundred thousand years have passed, and you sisters have grown your wings. Are you trying to break free from my control, or are you planning to rebel?"
"I would not dare," the White Queen quickly replied.
Yi Tianjun's voice was forceful: "Not dare? If Yuyao hadn't interfered, how could Wuma Jiuxing have died? The Blade Venerable is already furious, ordering Yuyao to go to the Blade God Realm to explain herself in person. Otherwise, not even that drunkard can protect her."
The White Queen's full chest heaved. "This matter has nothing to do with Yuyao..."
"No need to explain! Just deliver the message. Whether she wants to live or die, and how she wants to live or die, is for us to decide. Two rebellious bitches from the God-Defying Clan—how dare you!"
Yi Tianjun's true body had not arrived, but a divine projection had already vented his fury and divine might.
The White Queen seemed to have a deep fear of Yi Tianjun, completely forgetting that she herself was a Great God.
At this moment, she was like a fragile white lamb, stared down by a fierce wolf, unable to move. She could only rely on her strong will to maintain calm and preserve the last shred of her pitiful dignity as a Great God.
Shang Hong stood to the side, watching coldly.
So what if she was a Great God? So what if she was a realm lord? Before the Shang Clan, she was nothing more than a servant.
Yi Tianjun said, "Who is the spiritual power god that killed Wuma Jiuxing and Demon Eye? Someone Yuyao trained?"
Such a petty trick—killing Demon Eye and framing Wuma Jiuxing—how could it possibly go unnoticed?
"No! I can swear that person has absolutely nothing to do with Yuyao," the White Queen said.
Yi Tianjun said, "Whether it's related or not, you will personally take action. After the Linglong Assembly, bring his divine heart to Shangqiu to atone. Can you do it?"
The White Queen had no other choice. "I can."
"Since you're still obedient, just handle one more matter, and the sin of three gods falling will be temporarily set aside."
Yi Tianjun said, "No matter what method you use, Bai Qinger can only marry my son, Shang Hong."
The White Queen's expression did not change, but fear appeared in her eyes. She did not want her daughter to follow in her footsteps. In a tone that was calm but carried resistance, she said, "My daughter has already taken the Starry Sea Angler as her master. I'm afraid she won't listen to me."
Yi Tianjun said, "That's fine. If you can't do it, then everything I just said proves you truly intend to rebel. In that case, Xinghuantian no longer needs to exist!"
"I wonder, once the world learns of your God-Defying Clan identity, will that drunkard and the Starry Sea Angler be able to protect you? Let me tell you, the Starry Sea Angler has gotten himself into big trouble and probably won't have time for you. So using him to pressure me is useless."
The White Queen's ten snow-white, onion-like fingers clenched tightly, with traces of blood seeping from between them.
Yi Tianjun said, "If you don't want to be the master of the Goddess Twelve Pavilions, there are plenty who do."
"Colorful Garment God!"
"Black Heart Demon Lord!"
From the vast purple misty sea, two figures with powerful divine might walked out.
On the left was a figure in colorful garments, with a gaunt face and narrow, small eyes, appearing to be in his forties or fifties, always wearing a sinister smile on his face.
This person was the realm lord of Yin-Yang Realm, Colorful Garment God.
The other, a black-clad god radiating overwhelming demonic qi, was the master of Black Demon Realm, Black Heart Demon Lord.
Compared to a thousand years ago, Black Heart Demon Lord's divine might had increased many times over. He had broken through from Upper God to Tai Zhen Realm, qualifying to be called a Great God.
Black Heart Demon Lord had once been one of Qiangu Nüdi's followers, relying on the demonic traditions of Kunlun Realm to cultivate to the highest realm.
By real-world time, his age was actually less than one eon.
But adding the time spent cultivating in time formations, his age had long exceeded 129,600 years, and he had passed through the Eon Calamity. Therefore, like Qiangu Nüdi, he could no longer be called a god of this eon.
Yin-Yang Realm ranked 372nd on the Heavenly Court's Myriad Realms Merit List, a first-rate strong realm.
As a realm lord, Colorful Garment God's cultivation was even greater than Black Heart Demon Lord's, making him an ancient Great God.
Yet, even two such powerful realm lords had to respectfully bow and salute when passing by Shang Hong. After all, Shang Hong's background was not just deep—his own talent and potential were extraordinary.
Although Black Heart Demon Lord had become a Great God, whether he could win against Shang Hong in a fight was still uncertain.
Colorful Garment God and Black Heart Demon Lord glanced at the White Queen, who was still kneeling on one knee. One was of the evil path, the other of the demonic path, so naturally they were different from other gods.
Their faces were full of lewd smiles, not hiding their desires at all.
Their gazes at the White Queen were completely naked, as if looking at the most beautiful food in the world.
Back then, cultivators from Yin-Yang Realm, Black Demon Realm, and Ten Thousand Evil Realm dared to build the infamous Yin-Yang Hall in Truth Heaven Domain, where countless beautiful women were ravaged. One could imagine what these three realms were like.
Without the tacit approval of the gods above, how would they have dared?
They hadn't even put Truth Divine Temple in their eyes, so why would they fear a White Queen?
"Oh my, isn't this the legendary White Queen, said to rival the Moon God in beauty? A dignified realm lord, why are you kneeling here? Come, let me help you up."
Colorful Garment God extended a pair of withered, yellow hands, grabbing the White Queen's snow-white, jade-like shoulders and slowly helping her up. But his fingers lingered, caressing her delicate, moist arms as if playing with a fine object, unable to let go.
Black Heart Demon Lord stood to the side, eyes cast down at the ground, not acting as presumptuously as Colorful Garment God.
Yi Tianjun's divine projection had already dispersed.
Black Heart Demon Lord said, "The Linglong Assembly is of great importance. The Heavenly Lord was worried that the City Lord might struggle alone, so he sent the two of us to secretly assist."
The White Queen's beautiful eyes shimmered as she cast a flirtatious glance at Colorful Garment God, but inside she was filled with disgust. She thought to herself, "Secretly assist, my foot. They're just here to keep me in check, afraid I won't obey orders."
Like a shy young girl, she withdrew her jade-like arm from Colorful Garment God's hands and said with a charming smile, "Both of you are renowned Great Gods. Coming to Xinghuantian might arouse the vigilance of the Hell Realm, don't you think? If it attracts Hell Realm Great Gods and conflict breaks out, Xinghuantian and the Goddess Twelve Pavilions will be the ones to suffer."
"That won't happen. The Hell Realm will only think we're still in seclusion at Shangqiu," Black Heart Demon Lord said.
Seeing the White Queen gracefully retreat, Colorful Garment God was displeased and said coldly, "Don't you understand the Heavenly Lord's meaning? If you don't obey, the two of us will take over the Goddess Twelve Pavilions."
"I've heard that the twelve pavilion masters of the Goddess Twelve Pavilions are all as beautiful as celestial maidens, and your daughter is hailed as the number one beauty of the new generation. I've long wanted to take your place, then, as the master, suppress them all and drain them one by one."
The White Queen, with her back to them, had eyes already flashing with cold light, but she suppressed her killing intent and said, "You jest, my lord. How would I dare not listen to the Heavenly Lord? My very life is in the Heavenly Lord's hands!"
Colorful Garment God nodded with a smile, gazing at the White Queen's graceful, enchanting figure with infatuated eyes.
Just then, from outside the Divine Maiden Queen Hall, Bai Qinger's voice came: "Bai Qinger requests an audience with the City Lord. I have important matters to discuss."