Just as the major forces of the Primordial World were fighting tooth and nail over the development rights to the Journey to the West instance dungeon.
Jilei Mountain Moyun Cave was filled with laughter and cheer, the scent of wine soaring into the heavens.
The Seven Great Sages of the Demon Race had officially formed their group and made their debut. The Bull Demon King laid out a grand banquet, inviting Demon Kings from every direction. The scene was exceedingly lively.
"Come! Brothers, drink!"
The Bull Demon King raised a wine bowl larger than a human head, his face flushed red.
"Today, the seven of us brothers have gathered. We must drink heartily!"
"From now on, this Primordial World will belong to us brothers!"
"Well said!" Sun Wukong was drinking with gusto. He slammed the Golden-Hooped Rod onto the ground, making the entire cave abode shake three times.
"With my brothers here, if anyone dares order us around in the future, they'll have to ask whether my rod agrees first!"
Jiao Demon King, Peng Demon King, and the others were equally fired up, raising their bowls and drinking deeply.
For a time, demonic aura and the scent of wine intertwined, shooting straight into the skies.
Yet they did not know that a pressure test from the Heavenly Court had quietly descended.
Heavenly Court, Lingxiao Palace.
Haotian God watched the replay of the livestream showing the Seven Great Sages of the Demon Race becoming sworn brothers on Douyin.
Then he recalled Li Yuan's provocative words: "Let them clash and see who's tougher." His gaze gradually sharpened.
"Hmph. A group of juniors who have only just made a name for themselves, yet they already dare flaunt themselves so brazenly, swear brotherhood, and gather in the mountains. Do they truly think my Heavenly