Soon,
the many powerful figures of the Primordial Wilderness arrived at the Lingxiao Treasure Hall in the Heavenly Court.
The hall glittered with gold and jade. Immortal music filled the air, while the fragrance of celestial incense curled through the space and auspicious clouds shimmered in a riot of color.
The jade terrace was draped in brilliant silks, and misty radiance drifted from the halls.
The powerful figures from all corners were shown to their seats by Demon Race maids. The tables before them were laden with rare delicacies and immortal wine.
After welcoming his guests, Dijun took his place on the Heavenly Emperor's throne.
His younger brother, Donghuang Taiyi, sat to one side.
Suddenly, someone noticed two empty places in the hall.
"Who are those two seats for?"
"Why haven't they arrived yet?"
Some of the powerful figures of the Primordial Wilderness asked.
"One is for the Interception Sect."
"The other seems to be for Great Immortal Zhenyuan of Wuzhuang Temple!"
Someone answered.
"The Interception Sect?"
"Zhenyuanzi?"
"Strange. Why hasn't anyone from the Interception Sect come?"
"Could they be looking down on the Demon Race?"
"That shouldn't be the case!"
"I haven't heard of any conflict between the Interception Sect and the Demon Race, either."
"Shh... Watch what you say!"
The powerful figures murmured among themselves.
By rights, all the guests should have arrived by now.
Everyone knew why Zhenyuanzi was absent.
After all, Zhenyuanzi and Hong Yun were close friends.
But earlier, Kunpeng and the others of the Demon Race had ambushed Hong Yun, hoping to seize the Primordial Violet Qi he possessed.
In the end, Hong Yun had been forced to self-destruct and die.
It was only natural that Zhenyuanzi would bear a grudge against the Demon Race.
No one was surprised that he hadn't come.
But