Yi and Heng'e's wedding was anything but modest in scale.
On the day of the wedding, Nuwa and Fuxi arrived together, with Fuxi also bringing the blessings of the Heavenly Emperor and Empress. Shaoyang, the Eastern Heavenly Emperor, and the Queen Mother of the West came as well. Zhenyuan, the Southern Heavenly Emperor, arrived with his attendants. The two Demon Sages of Ten Thousand Demons Heaven also gathered there with their wives and children.
Counting Saints alone, including Tongtian and Red Cloud, who had arrived earlier, there were five.
If Pan, Pangu's reincarnation, was included, that made six Saints. Adding Wu Chu himself, there were seven Saints.
Seven Saints, three Heavenly Emperors, and more than a dozen former Wu Ancestors.
Just imagine it—whose wedding could boast such a spectacle?
In addition, Ling, ancestor of the Human Clan, brought several Human Clan powerhouses with him.
Even Maitreya and Kasyapa from the Western Religion came with Mahasthamaprapta, Ksitigarbha, and the others. Although the four sects led by the Confucian Sect competed fiercely with the Western Religion beyond the realm, and the Sorrowful Brothers of the West had even secretly plotted against the little suns,
at a time like this, they still acted as though nothing had happened and graciously offered Yi and Heng'e their blessings.
One did not strike a smiling face. As Xuanmen's eldest senior brother, Wu Chu could not very well hold it against these martial nephews, so he did not drive them away.
Seeing such grandeur, the second-generation disciples of the three sects clicked their tongues in wonder. They wondered whether, if they found Dao companions and held weddings someday, they could ever have such an impressive gathering.
After giving it some careful thought, they could only shake their heads silently. It would be difficult!
For one thing, among