A divine statue of a goddess slowly descended within the Fiery Phoenix Patterned Gourd.
Wang Hanchuan forced himself to suppress his jitters, wanting to bow and greet, but found he couldn't move at all.
Even though he was in the Heavenly Realm, within the Fourth-tier Magical Artifact, he was not only physically restrained, but even his Divine Power was thrown into chaos.
Not to mention that the North Wind is already dead; even if a god remained, Wang Hanchuan couldn't cast any Divine Technique.
"M... Master," Wang Hanchuan stammered with a trembling voice.
Fortunately, the control of this top-level magical artifact hasn't reached the point of prohibiting speech, allowing him to verbally express respect and submission, giving him a sliver of survival chance.
"Sigh~~~"
The phoenix robe floated, lightly dancing.
Jiang Ruyi descended slowly, wearing a stone robe, which emitted a faint golden glow.
