Eastern Sea, Purple Palace Isle, Donghua Hall.
There were no superfluous decorations within the hall. Only innate spiritual qi and pure yang immortal light lingered without end.
Four figures sat on either side, their auras all unfathomably deep.
At the head sat Eastern King Lord. Today, he wore an azure-gold imperial robe and a flat-topped crown. His face was handsome, his brows carrying the stern, noble bearing of the leader of male immortals, while his eyes brimmed with ambition.
To his left sat Kunpeng, dressed in gray robes. His features were ordinary, yet his gaze was as profound as an abyss.
Ever since Lingxiao had guided him in creating writing and establishing Human Script, making him the Primordial World's ancestor of letters, his wisdom and comprehension had advanced by leaps and bounds. His cultivation had likewise surged forward, and he was now not far from Great Firmament Perfection.
—In Eastern King Lord's eyes, Kunpeng's ability to plan far ahead was surpassed only by the Dao Ancestor and Lingxiao.
To his right sat Queen Mother of the West, clad in magnificent white-and-gold palace robes. Her beauty was peerless and her bearing cold and aloof, while faint pure yin immortal qi and innate Geng Metal qi swirled around her.
Opposite them sat Ziwei Star Lord. He wore a violet-gold imperial robe, and though his expression remained stern and unyielding, it had gained a touch more softness than before.
Over the years, the Immortal Court under Eastern King Lord had undergone explosive growth:
When the second sermon had ended, Eastern King Lord had asked Hongjun, the Dao Ancestor, before all three thousand Violet Firmament Guests, for permission to establish the Immortal Court. Though the Dao Ancestor had not explicitly agreed, neither had he objected.
With that, he had essentially draped himself in the