Chapter 137
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Chapter 137: Title
——Hmm, that little fox looks utterly huggable! ( ⊙ o ⊙ )
——Green with envy! Is this some sudden divine luck dropped from the heavens??
——Those fruits look mouthwatering (ˉ﹃ˉ). Are they the fabled spiritual fruits? The kind that grants transcendence with a single bite?
——That tea seems divine!
——The tray-carrying fox cub is criminally cute—my heart’s been obliterated, awsl.
——The ancestor’s voice sounds so young! I’d kill to see their human form.
——The silver fox at the entrance is gorgeous, the red one’s stunning too, and these Xiao Bai foxes are pure fluffballs! How am I supposed to choose? =3= Can I adopt them all?
——Qingqiu is a fluffy paradise! Suddenly, my cat seems underwhelming →_→
——Dreaming of taking them home? Under the newly drafted "Rights of Intelligent Beings Act," keeping sentient beings is illegal. Those fluffballs are cell-bottom sentence material, mark my words.
——Not sure why they’re not speaking Chinese, but who cares? Fluffy overload trumps spatial overlap talk!
——Pfft, since when do silly internet users discuss serious matters? ╭(╯╰)╮
——Bring them home? Genius! Pets before they shapeshift, wives after—perfection!
——Space Overlap? Like the Fusang incident last year?
——Wait, does that mean we’ll get to pet actual fluff?!
——“Wives”? Someone’s confused about public demon genders! =-=
——*Ahem* Let’s just say some surprises might… outsize expectations~~~
——When and where’s the Space Overlap happening? If I nab a fluffy, do I *have* to report it?
——“Finders keepers” for fluffies—yes please! Hahaha.
——A spirit cultivator invasion would be chaos! Y’all need to chill, dog-heads.
——Relax! The demon lords handle the spirit cultivators. My idol’s the human-spirit ambassador, remember? Hehe~
——Spirit cultivators would skyrocket our nation’s beauty average! Time to daydream… *Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio* vibes incoming—!!
——Hold your horses! My (your) idol’s just one of nine demon lords. He can’t single-handedly dictate interspecies relations!
——Step aside, folks. Time to douse these delusional human-spirit romance dreamers.
——Whoa, Xiao Hei’s team updated the white fox ancestor’s profile lightning-fast!
——Brb, checking it out.
——Back. “Update”? They slapped a live stream screenshot as the Solid Shot and labeled it with a demon lord title. Lazy as heck—zero stars.
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The live stream chat spiraled into chaos, most viewers cracking jokes while ignoring the Space Overlap discussions.
If the sky fell, the state would handle it. Sure, the early Awakening of Spiritual Energy era had missteps, but corrections followed.
Netizens could still meme and gossip online precisely because countless behind-the-scenes workers—many sacrificing their lives—shielded them from lurking dangers.
Of course, not all comments stayed lighthearted. With billions watching, a few trolls spewing vitriol was inevitable.
Unlike the initial barrage of hateful comments, the current live stream now featured several moderators with standardized tags, their digital uniforms marking their authority to ban accounts and remove users. In this age of real-name verification, those daring to spread unlawful nonsense naturally faced swift account termination – though such offenders remained scarce.
Backstage, Special Bureau personnel operating under robotic aliases "Moderator One" and "Moderator Two" kept vigilant watch over the scrolling comments. They exchanged exasperated glances upon seeing netizens ridicule their unimaginative titles – not that they’d chosen these designations themselves. The blame lay entirely with Xiao Tianji, who’d assigned these embarrassingly literal numerical tags during setup.
"Shouldn’t we consult Eastern Sea City’s dragon race Your Highness for proper documentation? Relying solely on live stream observation seems… unprofessional," Moderator Three suggested through their communication channel.
"Details can be refined later," Moderator Two countered dismissively.
Their moderator duties required minimal effort given Xiao Tianji’s irregular streaming schedule, leaving them largely idle since Young Master Leng had secured them these roles a month prior. The sudden broadcast had nearly caught them off-guard, having almost forgotten this peripheral responsibility.
"That Kunlun Mirror truly defies logic," Moderator Three murmured, observing the crystal-clear feed from the signal-dead Mountain and Sea Realm. "Cross-dimensional streaming with ancient divine artifacts? Myocardial infarction-inducing extravagance."
"Ancient Era relics make their own rules," Moderator One retorted, monitoring the progress bar of their archival recording. "Focus on preservation – this footage will be invaluable."
Within the shimmering realm, the white fox conversed with the legendary dragon, oblivious to countless mortal eyes observing her every twitch. Millennia of separation from human cultivators left her indifferent to their existence.
"He requires only rest," she assured the anxious group, her fluffy descendant Hu Mei now a dozing mound of fur upon the ancestor’s lap.
Di Yun exchanged glances with the silent Dragon Lord before issuing commands. "Yun Han – secure the garments." The startled team member complied, gathering discarded clothing while Mr. Bai stepped forward to translate the formal introduction: "Qingqiu Demon Lord, I am Di Yun of Zhongxia’s Bureau of Exceptional Incident Investigations, successor to Huaxia Nine Provinces’ ancient mandate."
The vulpine ruler inclined her head regally. "For the Dragon Lord’s sake, you may speak, human cultivator." Her whiskers twitched with restrained amusement as Mr. Bai diligently conveyed the exchange, the sleeping Hu Mei’s fluffy tail occasionally flicking against his sleeve.
The white fox’s demeanor was not one of haughty superiority; she addressed Di Yun with an almost gentle courtesy. Yet her formidable presence, tempered through eons of existence, still cast an air of unapproachable grace about her.
She couldn’t possibly extend the same consideration to Di Yun as she did the Dragon Lord. Even as the envoy of the Huaxia Nine Provinces dynasty, mortal titles held no weight against the unyielding scales of true power.
Space Overlap resonated as an ancient whisper in her memory—a term frequently uttered in eras past, though unseen since her entry into the Mountain and Sea Realm. The recollection of Empress Nuwa’s recent celestial blessing warmed her thoughts, that divine radiance bestowed upon demon lords still safeguarding the Spirit cultivators’ sanctuary.
She had presumed the legendary Dragon Lord missed this benediction. How intriguing to be proven wrong.
"The Spirit cultivators’ domain shall converge with the human realm," Di Yun declared. "We seek accord with the demon lords ere this occurs."
"Your understanding of the human realm’s current state remains… incomplete." The envoy hesitated before adding, "This convergence may wreak havoc upon mortal lands."
As her slender fingers combed through the cub’s moonlit fur, the fox princess’ golden eyes settled on the tea-sipping Dragon Lord. These human cultivators’ fears were transparent as spring ice—their eternal dread of Spirit cultivators’ dominance persisting through millennia unchanged.
"Do your kind comprehend the true consequence of realms merging?" Her hand stilled mid-caress.
"We theorize the Mountain and Sea Realm will manifest within our reality, all its denizens included."
"Not entirely false." Her lips curved in a smile swift as a fish’s tail breaking water. "Yet not entirely true."
The Dragon Lord’s detachment as he sipped jasmine tea intrigued her. This silence spoke volumes—where once thunderous opinions roared, now only steam curled from porcelain. Memory loss had reshaped the legendary dragon more than she’d realized. Would Xuanfeng’s phoenix feathers ruffle at this revelation?
"Your mortal realm remains untouched by World Fusion. Ours is a complete small world; convergence births not replacement, but expansion."
"Expansion?" Di Yun’s composure fractured. "You imply the Mountain and Sea Realm will materialize whole within our world? Not like Fusang’s consuming overlap?"
"Emergence follows the primal convergence point, not random insertion." Her tails rippled like mountain mist. "Your dread of domination is needless—heaven’s decree shackles powerful Spirit cultivators from roaming freely. Cosmic laws will prune what your realm cannot sustain."
Di Yun’s throat tightened. He’d never voiced their hidden fear.
"Your familiarity with World Fusion surpasses our records," he pressed. "Must we endure this merging?"
The Qingqiu princess’ laughter chimed like wind through silver bells, each syllable heavy with ancient wisdom. "Fusion is not endurance, child. It is evolution."
In the ensuing silence, even the Dragon Lord’s teacup paused mid-air. The weight of eons hung between them, filled with unspoken truths only primordial beings could comprehend.
