Above the vast blue expanse of the East Sea, emerald waves lay clear and bright, auspicious qi steamed upward, and all the killing and violence of Primordial Heaven and Earth was shut away.
In former days, the battlefield of the Investiture of the Gods had been wreathed in smoke, immortals and demons locked in endless slaughter, the saints of Chan Sect and Jie Sect standing opposed, ten thousand immortals spilling blood. All beings of the Three Realms had been swept into the game, hearts panicked, the Heavenly Dao shaken.
Yet today, the East Sea Dragon Palace presented a wholly opposite scene of leisurely ease.
Within the Crystal Palace, ten thousand streams of pearly light flowed. Clam pearls of countless ages paved the ground, coral jade trees let fall shimmering rosy radiance, and the Spirit Springs of the Four Seas burbled softly, washing away all worldly clamor.
There was not the slightest trace of tense killing intent in the hall, only three innate supremes who stood above all of Primordial Ancient Times sitting quietly—Zu Long, Ancestor Phoenix, and Ancestor Kirin, the progenitors of the Dragon, Phoenix, and Kirin Three Clans.
Since withdrawing from the world after the first Dragon-Phoenix great calamity at the opening of heaven, they had rarely appeared at the same time, much less gathered together. Today, however, they sat together in peace, having shed the majesty of overlords of all ages, leaving only idle talk and trivial conversation.
A fresh breeze drifted through the hall. The Three Ancestors sat facing one another, their expressions relaxed, not the slightest anxiety over the battle situation between their brows. Instead, they chatted and laughed with easy warmth, forming an utterly stark contrast with the bloody chaos of the Investiture battlefield beyond.
After a long while, Zu Long was the first to