Although the Three Pure Ones were somewhat arrogant, their gifts were considered exceptionally generous.
On an occasion like this, Yingzhao could not afford to lose his composure. After accepting the congratulatory gifts, he forced a smile and cupped his hands.
"Many thanks to the three Daoist friends. Please take your seats here. The ceremony will begin shortly."
Most of the Great Powers present understood that the Three Pure Ones' actions were likely meant as a show of force against the Demon Race.
The Three Pure Ones were deeply dissatisfied with the Demon Race establishing the Heavenly Court and seeking to rule over the Primordial Wilderness.
A group of defeated generals, born from moisture and eggs, wearing fur and armor—
If Hongjun had not supported them, they would have already been wiped out by the Wu Clan in the last war.
And now they still had the nerve to establish the Heavenly Court and reign over Honghuang. They truly did not know their own limits.
If they had relied on their own strength to unify Honghuang and establish the Heavenly Court, the Three Pure Ones naturally would not have mocked them so stubbornly.
But the Demon Race clearly did not possess such strength. It was a case of virtue not matching position.
Still, the Demon Race was waving the banner of Hongjun's earlier declaration that "demons are in charge of the Heavens."
No matter how dissatisfied the Three Pure Ones were, they could only suppress it and come offer their support.
But under such circumstances, they would never show the Demon Race a pleasant face.
Ever since the Three Pure Ones arrived, the previously cheerful atmosphere within Lingxiao Treasure Hall had noticeably darkened.
The Demon Saints in the hall exchanged glances, their faces filled with displeasure.
Upon arriving, the Three Pure