The Northern Emperor gazed at Li Xiuyuan and continued:
"If I were to prove my path, this position of [Emperor Ziwei of the North Pole] could be yours—it is not impossible."
"In the earliest history of time, when you were still the Great True Monarch of Tianpeng, the leader of the Four Saints of the North Pole, it was my intention for you to inherit the seat of the Northern Emperor."
Li Xiuyuan said nothing, silently bowing outside the Taiji Hall.
.........
Other Shore Mountain.
Divine Realm, within the Eight Sceneries Palace.
Zhang Fusheng stood before the Gate of the Past, quietly observing everything.
"Tianpeng... so it was Zhu Bajie."
"He hates Ling Mountain? That's understandable."
Zhang Fusheng thought of the twenty-four boxes of meat, containing both Golden Cicada's and the Pure Altar Messenger's flesh.
So, what happened to the Sutra Takers of that year?
Zhang Fusheng did not know, but he realized that he would soon understand, by asking Li Xiuyuan in time.
