Chapter 5691: Common Prosperity, Part 1
Should he continue to feign ignorance and pretend he didn't hear the Northern Domain people call Madam Mo their Overlord?
Or should he simply step forward generously, pay his respects, and address her as Overlord?
While the Northern Overlord was in this dilemma, the large contingent of people was already transported to the entrance of the Divine Palace.
The Northern Overlord looked up and found that he, along with the others, had been released from the main hall by the Heavenly Dao.
As a slight sense of relief washed over him, he also felt a pang of melancholy.
The tide had turned. That Madam Mo was essentially the Heavenly Dao's designated candidate for the Lord of the Sacred Domain. What reason did he have to contend with her?
Looking down at his crippled left hand, the Northern Overlord sighed, then silently retreated to the back of the crowd and remained quiet.
Qiaomu was led out of the Divine Palace by Mo Lian. She looked back at their son, who was huffily presenting his back to them.
A sense of guilt welled up within her.
During the crisis, her husband actually threw their son away!
The little poker-faced girl tried to glare at her husband, who merely blinked back, his face filled with innocence.
It was truly just a reflex at the time, Mo Lian thought. He just hugged his wife out of habit.
Little Tuanzi was very angry, completely ignoring his daddy and mommy, keeping his back to the couple.
Now, seeing the Heavenly Dao floating expressionlessly inside the Divine Palace, the little one, adhering to the principle of being polite and well-behaved, waved his tiny hand towards the Heavenly Dao.
"Goodbye, old grandpa. I'll come again next year."
The Heavenly Dao looked at him without expression, then simply raised his sleeve, and with a "bang," slammed the palace doors shut.
Everyone silently twitched their mouths.
Little Mo Bao looked up at Peach Blossom God Venerable, bewildered. "Uncle Peach Blossom, what's wrong with old grandpa?"
Peach Blossom God Venerable stifled his laughter, looked down at the child, and said, "Perhaps, seeing you makes him a bit annoyed."
Everyone: ...
Little Mo Bao hummed, thinking to himself, If old grandpa is unhappy seeing me, I'm even unhappier seeing him.
"Overlord," an Eastern Domain cultivator cupped his hands to Qiaomu. "Then we'll head back first."
Qiaomu nodded slightly, feeling indifferent about the title of Overlord.
She always felt that this was a trap set by the Heavenly Dao. What was the point of just throwing her the title of Overlord?
"Overlord," at this moment, cultivators from the Western and Southern Domains also gathered around. "Overlord, are you going back with the people from the Eastern Domain?"
Of course. Her Bamboo Garden was in the Eastern Domain. Where else would she go if not home?
"Overlord, since the elder Heavenly Dao's intention is to integrate the entire Sacred Domain, then the Overlord should consider settling down in our Western and Southern Domains as well."
"Right, right."
Adult Qiaoqiao gave them an expressionless look. "We'll talk about this later."
What's the difference between your Western and Southern Domains and the Eastern Domain anyway?
Aren't they all just vast expanses of white mist?
Speaking of this mist...
Qiaomu mused to herself, Perhaps one day I should try to see if the Realm of Misfortune can absorb all this white mist from the Eastern Domain?
If the Sacred Earth and Sacred Water could cultivate a piece of land, then perhaps in a few years, this cursed, barren land could flourish.
At that time, those pitiful adults who desperately escaped prison and sent their children out of the Sacred Domain might finally have a good life.
Thinking this, Qiaomu glanced at the group from the Eastern Domain. "From now on, will you all listen to me?"