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Between the dragon tomb on the mysterious island and the tomb of the Nine Netherworld Nine Cultivators of True Virtue, one of them had to be studied.

The Celestial Thearch gently touched the crystal coffin but did not move further. She was like a tourist admiring a national treasure.

“What a pity. Although white is beautiful, after getting used to seeing gold, I feel that white is not domineering enough.” The Celestial Thearch sounded regretful.

Looking at her expression, he felt that she wanted to paint the White Dragon with a new layer of gold paint.

The bone dragons in the nine bronze coffins behind him were extremely nervous.

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At this moment, a layer of ripples appeared on the mirror behind the Heavenly Emperor. This was the VIP space passage that the White Dragon had left for herself.

The White Dragon’s figure came out of the mirror, but Su Clan’s Sixteen’s body remained in the ancient bronze mirror, protected by the mirror space. This way, even if the White Dragon and the Heavenly Emperor had a conflict later, her safety would still be guaranteed.

“Long time no see, Ancestral Golden Dragon.” The Celestial Thearch seemed to have known that the White Dragon would come. She didn’t even turn her head as she spoke.

“What are you doing in my dragon tomb?” The White Dragon frowned and asked in a deep voice.

“l just wanted to see you because it was still early. Do you believe me?” The Celestial Thearch turned around and smiled.

“l believe you. Alright.” The White Dragon nodded.” We’ve met. Can you leave

“If you chat like this, the sky will be broken by you.” “l need your help, Fellow Daoist Golden Dragon.” The Celestial Thearch sighed.

The White Dragon asked, “What do you want?”

“l want to pass the position of Heavenly Emperor to Golden Trigram,” the Celestial Thearch said.

“Pfft… What did you say?” The White Dragon almost choked on her own saliva.

“l don’t want to be the Heavenly Emperor anymore. Therefore, it’s meaningless for me to continue occupying the position of the Heavenly Emperor. Why don’t I pass it on to Gold Trigram?” the Celestial Thearch replied.

“Are you crazy?” The White Dragon stared at the Heavenly Emperor. Seeing her serious expression, she frowned and asked, “Why did you choose the Golden Trigram?”

Can’t you guys change the question?” The Celestial Thearch leaned against the crystal coffin with his long legs crossed.

“l can’t. Also,” the White Dragon said, “please move your butt away from my coffin. Thank you.”

The Celestial Thearch was speechless.

It had been a few years since they last met, and she felt that it was getting harder and harder for her to have a good chat with the ancestral golden dragon..