The Ceremony Concludes, Three Hundred Years Later, Another Event Awaits, Prepare Your Gifts

As Dijun and Xihe's hearts churned with mixed emotions and they considered making a move, Nuwa ascended the high platform and declared, "Today is the wedding of the Heavenly Emperor Dijun and the Heavenly Empress Xihe. Welcome, everyone. All present are distinguished and influential figures, and you should know me, Nuwa, so I won't introduce myself further. Now, let the wedding begin."

Dijun and Xihe exchanged a smile, their eyes sparkling with boundless affection.

Then, they cupped their fists and bowed to the crowd in thanks.

Following this, two divine officials each picked up the garments worn by Dijun and Xihe and walked to opposite ends.

Looking at these clothes, Dijun and Xihe's eyes lit up with joy. These were ceremonial robes personally sewn for each other by the patriarch of the Qingqiu Fox Clan.

The great deities surrounding them, however, paid no attention to the clothes, as they were already captivated by the aura emanating from Dijun and Xihe.

Powerful fluctuations of magic power radiated from Dijun and Xihe's bodies, making it difficult for everyone to breathe.

Especially those with lower cultivation levels were directly knocked unconscious by the oppressive force.

As for Dijun and Xihe, they had long known this would be the outcome. After all, their current realms had surpassed ordinary Quasi-Saints and reached the peak of the Quasi-Saint realm. This was even with Dijun deliberately suppressing their power; otherwise, with Dijun's strength, he could shatter the Dao heart of any disciple from the Western Teachings. However, even with suppressed realms, ordinary immortals could not withstand it.

Holding the clothes, Dijun and Xihe walked step by step onto the high platform.

At this moment, everyone finally snapped back to reality.

"Hiss~" Seeing this scene, all the great deities gasped in unison, and their gazes towards Dijun and Xihe changed from calm to reverence.

"Congratulations to you both on your marriage!" Nuwa said with a faint smile, offering her congratulations.

Nuwa then retreated to the side.

"Good, I am very happy today. Esteemed guests, you have traveled far, please drink." Dijun stood on the high platform, his eyes sweeping across the crowd, and spoke slowly.

Upon hearing this, the great deities raised their cups in celebration. After some pleasantries, the banquet officially began. Numerous fairy maidens brought forth exquisite delicacies for the great deities to enjoy.

Meanwhile, the Heavenly Dao rumbled and descended the merit of the Heavenly Marriage. Dijun and Xihe each received three portions, Nuwa received two, Xuanxiao received one, and the final portion was shared by the Demon Race.

At the wedding banquet, Kunpeng went to find the West Queen Mother and said, "I had a fight with Zhunti a while ago. About us..."

The West Queen Mother smiled charmingly and replied, "Prepare a betrothal gift yourself, and come propose in a while."

Kunpeng left with joy. This wedding banquet lasted for a hundred years. Just as the banquet concluded, Xuanxiao jumped onto the high platform and announced, "In three hundred years, Taiyi, Fairy Hongyun, and Zhen Yuanzi and I will be holding our wedding here at the Jade Pool. You can start preparing gifts in advance."

After speaking, Xuanxiao looked at Jieyin and Zhunti and said, "If you dare to show up with only one Houtian Spiritual Treasure to freeload again, I'll dare to kill all the disciples of the Western Teachings and turn them into dishes for the banquet. You can try me if you don't believe me."

As soon as these words were spoken, many great deities inwardly thought, "This is going to be fun. Jieyin and Zhunti have always been shameless, and now someone can deal with them."

Then, Taiyi, holding the Chaos Bell, came forward and said, "Also, don't all send green. We Golden Crows are fire-attributed, so purely green attire doesn't suit our Heavenly Court's color scheme."

Nuwa secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking, "Thank goodness, thank goodness. It wouldn't be good if they started fighting right after getting married. We need to get through this period first."

Thus, the first banquet in the Primordial World dispersed. The Three Pure Ones remained. Tongtian looked at Xuanxiao and said, "You are marrying Fellow Daoist Taiyi, and as your father, I have no objections. However, shouldn't you have given me advance notice?"

Xuanxiao chuckled sheepishly and replied, "Old Dad, this... is it necessary? Do you really plan on preparing a betrothal gift to marry Taiyi into our home?"

Tongtian asked doubtfully, "Then what else?"

Xuanxiao shook his head. "Old Dad, are you stupid? With Taiyi's status, how much of a betrothal gift would be fitting to marry him? If you marry your son into the Heavenly Court, he can continue to be the Xuan Emperor and receive gifts. How much more profitable is that?"

Tongtian pondered, "That would certainly be profitable... What nonsense! Your father is, after all, an Orthodox Descendant of Pangu and a destined Saint. If it gets out that you can't afford a bride price for your son, where would my reputation go?"

Laozi also came over and said, "Xiao'er, our Kunlun Mountain still has some assets. Second Brother, we haven't given Xiao'er a meeting gift yet. Let's make up for it this time and let him use it for his wedding." He then transmitted a message to Yuanshi, saying, "Second Brother, we absolutely cannot let this brat get married out. He is the only direct descendant of our Three Pure Ones. If he becomes a live-in son-in-law, we can no longer claim to be Orthodox Descendants of Pangu. Father God Pangu would be too embarrassed."

Yuanshi heard the transmission and also felt something was amiss. "Xiao'er, how did you come up with the idea of marrying into the Heavenly Court? You are indeed one of the Five Emperors of the Heavenly Court, but if you like Fellow Daoist Taiyi, our Kunlun Mountain can still gather a betrothal gift." As he spoke, he took out a large pile of spiritual treasures he had collected over the years.

Laozi and Tongtian did the same. Tongtian was the most generous, giving away more than half of his fortune. "We still need our reputation. Brother Dijun, do you agree to my son Xuanxiao's desire to marry Fellow Daoist Taiyi?"

Dijun laughed heartily. "Good, the Xuan Emperor will marry the Eastern Emperor. It's settled. The wedding will be held separately at Kunlun Mountain and the Heavenly Court. Don't worry, the dowry my Sun Star has prepared for Taiyi will be no less than the betrothal gift your Kunlun Mountain provides."

The Three Pure Ones laughed heartily. "This is excellent."

Thus, Taiyi and Xuanxiao exchanged the betrothal gifts and dowries brought by their respective "elders," exchanged glances, and smiled. Taiyi transmitted a message, "How did you know the Three Pure Ones would resolutely disagree to you marrying in, and thus allow us to reap so many benefits?"

Xuanxiao replied, "Of course. It would be strange if they agreed. If nothing else, if my father dared to marry me off, my mother would definitely make him kneel every day when she returned to the Primordial World. The really miserable kind."