The Thirty-Three Heavens' heavenly court shone with ten thousand rays of rosy light, while Immortal Music drifted ethereally through the air.
The Flat Peach Banquet was about to begin, and the sound of bells and chimes resounded throughout the Thirty-Three Heavens.
Auspicious Clouds and Mists flowed through the air, with Immortal Music lingering all around.
Never had the Thirty-Three Heavens seen such a lively spectacle.
The remnants left behind by the fallen Yao Race Heavenly Court had long since been cleansed away and rebuilt. Carved beams and painted pillars stood amid dense spiritual energy, exuding an air of deliberately embellished grandeur. Yet beneath that grandeur lay a shallow foundation impossible to conceal.
Zhenyuanzi and Queen Mother of the West sat in the seats of honor with calm expressions. Though they appeared peaceful, the two great powers regarded the new heavenly court with quiet detachment and scrutiny deep within their eyes.
Old Ancestor Kunpeng's gaze was dark and sinister, like an ancient beast lurking in the abyss as he coldly assessed this heavenly court, the "orthodox line" personally appointed by Dao Ancestor Hongjun.
Old Ancestor Minghe sat in a corner, his blood-red robes like a congealed Blood Sea. A faint, almost imperceptible sneer hung at his lips as he whispered something to Wangshu beside him, making the Lunar Goddess slightly furrow her lovely brows.
Even more eye-catching were the Three Ancient Races!
Old Ancestor Chi Long of the Dragon Clan sat with his eyes closed in meditation, dragon might as vast and unfathomable as an abyss surrounding him. Beside him sat the Four Dragon Kings of the Seas, all Great Luo Dao Lords, while a host of gifted Dragon Clan youths stood waiting behind them.
Lady Lifen of the Phoenix Clan radiated a sharp and fierce aura. At her side stood