The banquet lasted seven days and seven nights.
Shi Hao gnawed on a roasted dragon leg, his mouth slick with grease. Sun Wukong and Xiao Yan drank their way to the thirtieth jar, each using his own methods to dispel the effects of the alcohol. Neither was willing to be the first to fall.
Huang Rong led Guo Jing through the crowd and met Bai Suzhen and Medusa. The women chatted happily together.
At some point, Ye Fan and Wang Lin had sat down together. One cultivated the Heavenly Emperor path, the other life and death, yet they unexpectedly hit it off.
Tang San and Han Li, two humble grinders, had found kindred spirits in one another.
Holding a wine cup, Zhang Sanfeng discussed the Dao with Guo Jing, speaking of the balance between hardness and softness in Tai Chi Fist before moving on to the unmatched ferocity of the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms. Guo Jing nodded again and again as he listened.
Yang Xuan sat upon the highest cloud platform, quietly watching it all.
These chosen sons of fate from countless worlds now drank and chatted like a group of ordinary friends.
An indescribable sense of satisfaction rose in his heart.
It was not until late on the seventh night that the banquet finally ended.
Carrying the treasures Yang Xuan had bestowed upon them and the coordinates of their respective territories, everyone returned to their own worlds through the Myriad Heavens Star Platform.
Shi Hao was the last to leave. Standing before the Star Platform's gate of light, he turned back to look at Yang Xuan.
"Senior Immortal, when will the next martial gathering be?"
Yang Xuan said, "When one of you breaks through to True Immortal."
Shi Hao grinned. "Got it, boss!"
With that, he stepped into the gate