The Good for Nothing Seventh Young Lady

A dragon took o above the sky, but under its majestic and mighty posture, there was a broken heart

hidden inside.

The Dragon God felt like crying. He felt that he would never have a chance to reverse his situation in this

life.

Sitting on the Dragon God’s back, the crowd was relieved. They didn’t have to move their legs themselves

anymore and they could do whatever they wanted.

After a long journey, Shen Yanxiao looked at the scenery of the Sky City and felt deeply touched.

After several days of ight, the people were thoroughly convinced of what Xiu had said before. The Sky

City was much bigger than what they could see with their eyes. After ying for several days, they still

hadn’t gotten halfway there.

The Sky City, a land in the sky that had never been appreciated by anyone other than the gods, had shown

its scenery to these guests that came from afar. After ten thousand years of loneliness, it had nally

ushered in a glimmer of vitality. The swaying trees and owers below seemed to welcome the guests.

Ten days later, they nally reached the last temple. They jumped o the Dragon God’s back and looked up

at their destination, lled with emotion.

The Dragon God was almost paralyzed with fatigue, and his lack of breathing after turning into human

form was not due to his lack of strength, but due to the fact that during this period of travel, he did not

even have a minute’s rest. He had traveled all day and night, ying at full speed. Such a high-intensity

ight could not be completed by any other dragon.

“Let’s go.” Xiu took Shen Yanxiao’s hand and walked to the last temple.

The closed golden gate seemed to have sensed the arrival of guests and slowly opened. The creaking of

the gate was the rst sound Shen Yanxiao heard from the Sky City.

When the gate was opened, the white hall appeared in the sight of the crowd. Twelve huge white pillars

supported the whole palace. At the top of the palace, the sunlight came in through the glass and sprinkled

on the empty throne.

Above the throne, a golden scepter hung silently in mid-air. The golden light enveloped the scepter, like a

small sun.

In the sunlight, the scepter looked particularly dazzling.

“It is the divine weapon of the Lord God, the Divine Scepter.” Xiu slowly said.

“Every superior god has their own divine weapon: my Asura’s Blade, the Light God’s Truncheon of Light,

the Dragon God’s Dragon Spear… the Divine Scepter is the divine weapon of the Lord God. Although the

Lord God disappeared, he left the Divine Scepter in the last temple. This temple also relies on this scepter

to maintain its original appearance.”

Xiu’s slightly desolate voice fell into the ears of the crowd. Everyone stepped into the hall of the last

temple with a devout heart.

In the huge oval pool on the right side of the temple, milky white water was suused with thick white mist,

while opposite the water were golden shelves containing ashing golden balls of light. They were oating

up and down gently and no longer static, as if sensing the party’s arrival.

“The imperial sacred pool is the place where the Lord God created divine bodies and cures the gods. On

the shelves over there are the godhoods left by the fallen gods, the godhoods Qi Xia and all of you are

about to inherit.” Xiu turned to look at the Phantom members, who had been following him obediently.

Bringing human beings into the Sky City; since ancient times, he was the only superior god to do so. Even

the Lord God had never done such an activity.