Ten minutes ago, in a corner of the banquet.
Seven or eight people gathered in one spot, the atmosphere drastically different from everywhere else, appearing exceptionally oppressive.
At the center of the crowd, Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King Yang Siwen held a fractured pagoda in his palm, his fingertips gently rubbing the cracks along the body of the pagoda with a calm posture.
Beside him, Nine Heavens Thunder God stood proudly, the aura beneath his mask somewhat chilly.
"We can't wait any longer."
The voice of Nine Heavens Thunder God sounded, flat yet resolute.
"We must find out the foundation of the Jade Emperor as soon as possible."
He turned his head slightly, looking at Yang Siwen.
"Once we find out, kill him, and let the divine seat of the Jade Emperor return to being ownerless."
"Damn it, that's right!" the Giant Spirit God to one side violently slapped his thigh, "Does some punk who popped up out of nowhere even deserve to sit in that position?"
Yang Siwen's movement paused, and he raised his head.
"Lately, the Queen Mother has been constantly running around for him."
His tone was steady, betraying neither joy nor anger.
"The matters within this are worth pondering over."
"Perhaps this Jade Emperor is no nobody, but rather... someone pushed out onto the stage by the Yun Family."
"The Yun Family?!" The Upholder of the Kingdom Heavenly King's voice suddenly shot up. Seeing Lord Lao, who was leisurely sitting and drinking tea near the upper seat's throne, turn his head to look over, he hurriedly lowered his voice, "Is it not enough for his Yun Family to occupy the two positions of Primordial Heavenly Lord and the Queen Mother? Even the Jade Emperor they want to seize?!"
Hearing these words, Giant Spirit God, Earl of the Winds,