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Behind Xuanyuan, the Yellow Emperor, stood the foremost literary minister of the Human Race.

To his left, a tall figure clad in hemp robes with a floral crown upon his head and a flowing beautiful beard, was the godly likeness of Fenghou;

to his right was the slim and austere figure clothed in a wide robe, with a meticulous expression, the former teacher Cangjie.

The immortal guards in front of the Holy Mother Palace's gate saw them and uniformly knelt on one knee, loudly exclaiming:

"We greet Your Majesty!"

Inside the Holy Mother Palace, a group of fairy maids all curtseyed in unison before turning to hurriedly report.

"The Human Emperor Xuanyuan has arrived!"

Xuanyuan, the Yellow Emperor, smiled with his lips, yet his gaze bore a faint complexity as he looked at the consecutive Immortal Isles within the Holy Mother Palace, a light sigh involuntarily escaping him.

"Who would have thought, Ping'an really could find the Holy Mother."