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Within Guanghan Palace, accompanied by countless small boats, the Celestial River, and that enormous Silver Tree, a splendid scene unfolded.

Beneath the Silver Tree's branches hung countless moons. The tranquil, frigid aura they gave off transformed into streams of luminous dust and gentle breezes, winding around the Celestial River floating through the void, setting off the countless little boats whose destination none could know.

From time to time, these boats turned into phantoms and vanished. No one knew which world's moon they had gone to, but they always returned.

Dew appeared in the air; countless mortal flowers did not fall.

So lonely and cold, all dwelling in the lofty chill.

Watching heavenly flowers drift down in full, the Floating Raft upon the Milky Way, the sky high and the dew cool, the Ice Wheel turning its shadow, cold light soaking everything layer upon layer—it was as though one had forgotten where one stood. Moonlight fell like specks of snow, shining with lucid brilliance; Toad Waves added to its gleam. The Osmanthus Palace's fragrance condensed, Guanghan lay pale and cold, snowlight bright and frost clear.

Amid such scenery, the banquet within Guanghan Palace began.

A fifth-rank cultivator from Mount Luofu reached out and clapped his hands. Fruits and dining utensils of every sort materialized at once, piled up like mountains. The feast began, flowers lay like brocade, and morning radiance gleamed.

Then another person rose, took out scissors, and snipped twice across talismans. One paper figure after another was cut out, then flung into the sky, where they immediately transformed into countless maids and attendants. They served the fragrant banquet, creating a scene of immortal splendor and brocade. All was harmonious and flourishing; attendants moved colored ceremonial staffs, all dressed in red finery and jade belts. As the embroidered feast began,