178: Chapter 178 Heavenly Court, Peach Banquet

Honghuang World.

Time passed, and another Yuan Hui quickly elapsed.

The Peach Banquet, which all spirits and Zhunti were longing for, was finally about to begin.

At this moment, Lingxiao Palace was filled with lingering immortal music and thousands of auspicious auras; the mellow fragrance of nectar and the aroma of Innate spiritual fruits intertwined, creating a scene of a prosperous era.

Outside the South Heaven Gate, the traffic was heavy, with streams of immortal light appearing one after another.

Venus Star stood before the South Heaven Gate, specifically in charge of welcoming guests.

Just then, clear Qi surged above the Nine Heavens, and a deep, distant ox bellow echoed across the clouds; purple Qi traveled thirty thousand miles from the east, spreading across the entire horizon of the South Heaven Gate.

With ten thousand rays of rosy light and the permeation of Dao rhymes, all the immortals and gods at the scene fell silent instantly, raising their heads to look up in unison.

They saw a giant green-haired ox breaking through the Void Realm and arriving, with lotus flowers blooming wherever its hooves landed.

On the ox's back sat an aged figure cross-legged, dressed in clean white robes with a peaceful face; it was none other than the Taiqing Saint!

Beside him stood his only Personal Disciple, Xuandu.

"Respectfully welcome the Taiqing Saint!"

Venus Star bowed first, his voice shaking the clouds.

All the immortals, gods, and Cultivators of the Honghuang World present, regardless of their Realm, bowed down in unison, their voices ringing out clearly across the South Heaven Gate: "Greetings to the Taiqing Saint!"

Laozi nodded slightly, and the green ox stepped onto the clouds and entered, heading straight into Lingxiao Palace to take the seat specifically reserved for Hunyuan and Saints.

Xuandu sat behind the Saint's seat, in the position for Disciples and clansmen.

Then.

Not long after the Taiqing Saint took his seat, a heaven-shaking beast roar came from the horizon again!

A Kui ox, pitch-black all over, with a single horn like a Dragon and a roar capable of shattering stars, carried the arrogant and high-spirited Master Tongtian as he broke through the clouds.

Beside him, his four Personal Disciples stood on the left and right, and behind them, the seven attendant immortals, surrounded by spiritual light, followed respectfully.

"Respectfully welcome Master Tongtian!"

Venus Star bowed again to welcome him.

All the immortals and gods bowed again: "Greetings to Master Tongtian!"

Master Tongtian swept his gaze across the scene, nodded casually, took his Disciples, stepped into the Heaven Gate, and took his seat at the Saint's position.

Immediately following that, nine Dragons roared in unison above the Nine Heavens, their voices shaking Heaven!

Yuanshi Tianzun sat upright on the Nine Dragon Agarwood Carriage, his saintly appearance dignified and solemn, sacred and inviolable.

Behind the carriage, the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect followed in formation, only missing Guangchengzi, who was in seclusion reflecting on his faults.

At the front of the line, Que Liusun and Immortal Nanji, the two quasi-Saints, had deep, transcendent auras, while the remaining ten Golden Immortals stood respectfully.

"Respectfully welcome Yuanshi Tianzun!"

"Greetings to Saint Yuanshi!"

The sounds of obeisance rose again.

Yuanshi Tianzun's expression was indifferent, his eyes majestic; he scanned the scene and noticed that Haotian had not come; the corners of his mouth turned down slightly, but he did not say anything; he rode the carriage into the Heaven Gate.

His overwhelming pressure made the immortals present unable to even find the courage to look up directly.

After the group from the Chan Sect entered, the purple Qi that had accompanied them dissipated.

Before the people in the Heavenly Court could exclaim in surprise, purple Qi surged in the world once again.

It was the same thirty thousand miles of purple Qi coming from the east.

But the knowledgeable Daluo and quasi-Saints immediately understood that this was the confrontation between the Heavenly Dao and the Human Dao.

Soon, their thoughts were confirmed.

Two figures walked through the air side by side, their auras transcendent, with Hunyuan Dao rhymes appearing natural.

The person on the left was relaxed and indifferent, dressed in white, with a Dao rhyme that was ethereal and uncertain; it was the Human Emperor, Shi Yan.

The person on the right was as gentle as the sun and moon; it was the Saint of the Human Dao, Fuxi.

Behind them, a group of top experts from the Human Race followed in formation: Earth Emperor Lieshan, Human Emperor Xuanyuan, and Chiyou, three Hunyuan Golden Immortal experts.

Adding some geniuses of the Human Race, the direct relatives of the Emperors, and Core Disciples, the procession was orderly and substantial, with the Luck of the Human Dao rolling like a Dragon, fully displaying the current prosperous status of the Human Race.

Venus Star did not dare to be negligent; he stepped forward and bowed in the highest welcoming etiquette: "Respectfully welcome the Human Emperor and Saint Fuxi, respectfully welcome all Fellow Daoists of the Human Race!"

All the immortals and gods stood up and bowed respectfully to the Human Race procession.

Even the Three Pure Ones, who had already arrived, opened their saintly eyes and nodded slightly toward Shi Yan and Fuxi.

Shi Yan's expression was relaxed, and Fuxi smiled gently as they led the Human Race into the South Heaven Gate.

Just as the Human Race settled into their seats, the purple Qi emitted by the Human Dao dissipated.

Subsequently, the purple Qi of the Heavenly Dao came from the east, accompanied by the sound of a Phoenix.

Nüwa arrived riding a Phoenix; beside her, like Taiqing, there was only one person—or rather, one child, Ling Zhuzi.

"Respectfully welcome Saint Nüwa!"

Venus Star welcomed her according to etiquette, and all the immortals bowed together again.

Nüwa nodded slightly, walked slowly into Lingxiao Palace, found a Saint's seat, and sat down; her gaze swept gently across the scene and lingered on the Human Race's seats for a full three breaths.

Only after seeing Fuxi smile and nod did she take her seat.

Before the immortals could calm their emotions, everyone was startled at the same time.

In the sky outside the South Heaven Gate, a large expanse of dim, yellowish Buddha light suddenly appeared; it lacked the clear, auspicious spirit of the Eastern immortals and instead carried an air of barrenness and desolation, pressing down from the sky.

Immediately after, bursts of obscure Sanskrit chanting resounded through the clouds, and golden lotus flowers appeared out of thin air.

Two figures dressed in pale yellow Daoist robes walked through the air side by side.

The former had compassion on his face, but his eyes hid endless calculations; it was the Saint Jieyin.

The latter held the seven treasures tree, smiling brightly, his eyes full of cunning and eagerness; it was the Saint Zhunti.

Behind them followed a dense, endless crowd of Western Sect Disciples!

A group...

The Western Sect Disciples were densely packed and countless.

Each of them wore a look of greed, staring fixedly at the Peach fragrance and the spiritual rhyme of the nectar floating in the Heavenly Court, wishing they could rush forward and snatch them.

Inside Lingxiao Palace, Yuanshi Tianzun, who had been resting with his eyes closed, opened his eyes; his eyes were full of disgust, and he snorted coldly: "Westerners are boorish people!"

He had always despised the Two Sages of the West, and after the Guangchengzi incident, his inner resentment had not dissipated; now, seeing this formation, he was disgusted to the extreme.

Upon hearing this, a trace of faint impatience flashed across Fuxi's eyes, and sealed memories surged up.

He recalled that when the Yao Race Heavenly Court was prosperous, Dijun held a banquet to invite all spirits of the Honghuang World, and the Two Sages of the West were just like this.

Back then, it took him decades to calculate the spiritual fruits and immortal wine consumed by the Western Sect Disciples.

At the Human Race seats, Wuzhiqi and Yinglong were seeing the greedy approach of the Westerners for the first time.

Looking at the pitch-black horizon, they were both full of disdain.

Wuzhiqi even came to Xuanyuan's side and asked in a low voice: "Teacher? Are the Westerners this shameless? How are they even less disciplined than the spiritual monsters in the mountains?"

Although the voice was not loud, it was heard clearly by the immortals and gods in the Heavenly Court; everyone felt refreshed and cast approving glances—

Yuanshi Tianzun, who usually hated those with scales and feathers the most, looked at Wuzhiqi, who was accompanied by Karma and had Luck like a flood, and his gaze became kind.

"Not bad, you spoke my mind."

Zhunti and Jieyin before the South Heaven Gate stiffened at the same time.