Natural disasters and earthly calamities converge, the mortal world encounters the true Tai Sui.
Tai Sui, the name of an ancient god, responds above as the Star Monarch, governs below as time passes, holds the fate of mortal fortunes, and intimidates the rotation of zodiacs.
"Tai Sui, Senior Evil!?"
Meng Qiwu stared blankly, gazing at the middle-aged man appearing like a mountain patrol officer in front of him, with sleepy eyes and a scruffy beard. Apart from the faint scar on his face, there seemed to be nothing special about him.
This type of ordinary middle-aged uncle would blend into a crowd without leaving any memory.
Yet now, whether it was Rooster Day of the Metal Mao or Wuma Wuqilu, they were all showing sufficient humility and respect before this man.
"The Human Xiao has not risen, Tai Sui reigns!?" Meng Qiwu's eyes flickered, chewing over the words Wu Ma Wuqilu had just spoken.
