I'm the emperor from the start, and you want me to keep the three-year agreement?

The Yanhuang Clan lives in a world of magma.

Their innate advantages allow them to control flames from a young age. Every member of the Yanhuang Clan understands the art of forging and possesses great skill.

The cultivators of the Yanhuang Clan have two main tasks each day: cultivation and forging.

Every forger takes pride in the weapons they forge, firmly believing that with each passing day of forging, they will eventually create the perfect divine weapon.

However, this place also has significant drawbacks.

In this magma world, there are no other materials. Although their skills are powerful, they are all related to flames.

It's like that famous uncle who says, 'I have a small dish.'

If these magma materials were restricted, the Yanhuang Clan would have nothing to forge.

When Elder Yan Yanxi and the other elders saw Nali, they trusted their intuition and took out their best weapons.

These weapons made the other clan members' eyes gleam, but Nali remained unfazed.

"These weapons..." Nali hesitated. First, she wasn't familiar with these elders, having only met them for the first time. How could she accept their gifts?

Secondly... these weapons didn't seem very useful to her. Lei Ziyu and Lin Ning had collected a massive amount of weapons recently, and those weapons were far superior.

Well, to put it bluntly, Nali simply didn't fancy these weapons.

"What? Don't you like them?" Elder Yan Yanxi's smile froze as he became anxious.

Oh no, oh no.

The saintess I met for the first time doesn't even like the treasure I've cherished for years.

Then again...

She's a saintess, after all. Isn't it normal for her not to like my treasures?

"Esteemed elders, have you misunderstood something?"

Nali said, "I am not your saintess."

"You are our saintess!" Elder Yan Yanxi exclaimed.

He turned to Elder Yan Yan Yan, "Old Yan, tell me, isn't she?"

The other party nodded repeatedly, "I also think she's the saintess. Her appearance is exactly the same as the old saintess consort. No doubt about it!"

The younger generation of cultivators in the Yanhuang Clan quickly tried to stop the elders from giving gifts.

"Esteemed elders, please reconsider! These are all treasures you've cherished for many years."

"That's right. Her appearance is clearly that of an outsider. Although the saintess consort looks very similar to her, half of the saintess's genes come from the saint lord.

If she were the saintess, why doesn't she resemble us at all?"

The younger generation was born after the old saint lord, during the reign of the current saint lord.

They couldn't possibly understand the significance of the old saint lord to these elders.

In their eyes, the current saint lord was the strongest.

The old saint lord had become history, worthy of remembrance, but they had to move forward and not dwell in the past.

It was because the old saint lord had erased most of the clan's formations when he left that they gradually became detached from the mainstream.

One must know that during the Yanhuang Clan's peak, they possessed many vassal worlds, with billions of people coming to pay their respects.

But now, it was very quiet here, and they only saw familiar faces every day.

"Where is the saint lord? Has he not come out after being informed?" Elder Yan Yan Yan was an elder in the clan with a high seniority.

In terms of seniority, he was even the current saint lord's martial uncle.

"Elder, the saint lord is still in seclusion, comprehending the power of a true god. He's at a crucial stage, and we dare not disturb him easily," a goat-headed man said.

Hearing this, Elder Yan shook his head, "Forget it, forget it."

Turning his head, he warmly grasped Nali's hand and said, "Child, it's very simple to verify whether you are the saintess or not."

Slightly turning to the side, Elder Yan pointed to the nine-story giant tower in the distance that was integrated with the heaven, earth, and magma, and said:

"This tower is called the Soul-Devouring Flame God Tower, and it was built by the first saint lord over a thousand years."

"The ninth floor, which is the last floor, holds the old saint lord's relics. If you are the saintess, you will sense them upon entering the ninth floor, and thus your identity can be verified."

"Are you willing to verify it?"

The elders all focused their gaze on Nali, wanting to hear her answer.

In their hearts, even if Nali was unwilling to verify this guess, they would still believe that Nali was the saintess.

She really looked too much like the old saintess consort; they were simply identical!

Which of the old people who had experienced the previous era did not admire the old saint lord, and which did not admire the old saintess consort?

After tens of thousands of years, seeing a woman carved from the same mold as the old saintess consort filled them with emotion.

Even if Nali was verified to not be the saintess consort, they would still be willing to give her their treasures.

This was to repay the old saintess consort's grace from back then.

Looking at everyone's gazes, Nali had never seen such enthusiastic and expectant eyes.

She felt like she was shouldering everyone's hopes.

"Alright, I'm willing to verify it," Nali took a deep breath.

She was adopted by farmers. After her adoptive parents passed away, and knowing that her constitution was sealed, Nali was very curious about her true identity.

Coming to this Yanhuang Clan by chance and being called the saintess by everyone made her very curious.

"Senior sister, are you going to verify your identity now?" Xiao Yuxuan whispered, "They seem like they want to give you all their treasures."

"Let me make it clear, I'm not greedy for their treasures. I just think that if you're not the saintess later, these old goat-headed men might be very sad, right?"

Despite Xiao Yuxuan's usual boisterousness, she could clearly sense the state of these old goat-headed men.

These old men seemed to have their heads buried in the ground, and the only thing keeping them going was the saintess.

"Seventh sister, I've been searching for my biological parents," Nali said, "My body is telling me that this place is very familiar."

"No matter the outcome, I want to verify it. If it's not here, I'll find my parents one day!"

Nali looked at the elders and respectfully said, "I hope the elders will lead me into the Soul-Devouring Flame God Tower."

"Hey, don't rush," Elder Yan Yanxi said with a smile, "Although this Soul-Devouring Flame God Tower poses no threat to members of our clan,"

"You've been away for many years and don't have our clan's aura on you. How about this, I'll lend you the Fallen Heart Flame Armor to help you smoothly pass through the ninth level."

As soon as these words came out, they were immediately opposed by many young disciples.

"Elder, no!"

"If she uses your Fallen Heart Flame Armor, she will have your aura on her body and be judged as one of our own by the divine tower. Isn't this against the rules?"

"That's right. If she is the saintess, she will naturally be sensed by the divine tower! You can't help her cheat!"

"Elder, you're being too biased! You're not even pretending! This is so unfair!"

The current saint lord knew that these old people only recognized the old saint lord and were not convinced by him, the new saint lord.

But their status and strength were there, and he couldn't do anything about them.

Therefore, the current saint lord promoted some younger elders.

Many of these young people were disciples of the younger elders.

Seeing them blocking him, Elder Yan Yanxi snorted coldly, "The saintess is only here to verify her identity and only needs to enter the ninth level."

"Why should she go through the first eight levels? What's the point?"

"Besides, this divine artifact is mine. I can give it to whoever I want. Do you want to complain to the saint lord about me?"