Could it be that ThreeOld Daoist Sanxian is truly Emperor Fuxi?
Half a day had passed, and Wu Wang's mind was still incessantly replaying the scenes projected by Senior Emperor Yan of Shennong.
That old Daoist in the Ascending Immortal Realm paced in circles under a tree, found a clay-yellow Treasure Bead, seemed as if there were two or three shadows conversing within his body, and finally, the phantom of Emperor Fuxi emerged...
This situation was bizarre at every turn.
Wu Wang tried to analyze it several times, even taking the stance of it all being a conspiracy of Emperor Shun, but could not fathom any motive for Emperor Shun to act this way.
In this place, the Heaven Palace had no absolute advantage. Otherwise, they wouldn't possibly be arranging a large army in the Eastern Wilderness, ready to support their retreat at any time.
