Ji Changsheng hadn't even finished his speech when the West Queen Mother interrupted him: "Get to the point."
"The Primordial Immortal Realm belongs to the Father God. In His absence, it should be ours. We've been too low-key all this time. Now, it's time to let the outside world know that the Father God left behind His most rightful heir."
The West Queen Mother's expression remained unchanged, but waves rippled through her heart.
She was tempted.
A dignified Supreme Unity expert, the daughter of Pangu, holed up in a cave dwelling every day—this was not the life she aspired for.
The West Queen Mother was different from Empress Nuwa; she disliked being a recluse. She craved prestige, admiration, and an entourage.
But the Holy Mother Primordial Monarch always told her that the outside world was dangerous, urging her to stay home in safety. Thus, she had long suppressed her ambitions.
Now Ji Changsheng was here.
His words had ignited her ambitions.
"Shut up."
