Unless a Sage Personally Took Action, No One Could Shake It!

A phoenix cry shook the vault of heaven within the Heavenly Court.

A divine bird covered in azure feathers, phoenix-like in form, spread its wings and soared high, roaming the Nine Heavens.

It was none other than Shangyang, one of the Demon Race's foremost divine generals.

She had longstanding ties to the Phoenix Clan. This time, she had personally revealed her true form and led the Heavenly Court's countless avian tribes in forming a heavenly bridge of seven-colored auspicious clouds to celebrate Dijun's grand wedding.

Above the firmament, myriad rays of rosy light blazed in a dazzling riot of colors. A hundred birds flew together, creating a spectacle of immense grandeur.

The Demon Race's other powerhouses also revealed their true forms and joined the display. From the Southern Heavenly Gate all the way into the starry sky, auspicious clouds and rainbow lights stretched on without end.

Bai Ze appeared last, his enormous body suffusing heaven and earth with auspicious energy.

He bore two palaces on his back. One was the Celestial Empress Palace, and the other was the Imperial Empress Palace, each plaque bearing three dazzling golden characters.

Dijun wore his wedding robes and stepped onto the golden bridge between the two palaces, symbolizing fairness and impartiality.

Fuxi played the zither, its music flowing like water through the Heavenly Court. Nuwa, dressed in red like a goddess descending to the world, personally brought forth the Red Embroidered Ball, guiding Dijun toward the starry sky.

Eastern Emperor Taiyi revealed his Three-Legged Golden Crow form and released brilliant solar golden flames to clear the way for the wedding.

Then, a hundred Great Principle powerhouses set out in succession, following behind and flying together into the depths of the starry sky.

Within Qiankun Hall, the great powers sighed in admiration.

The Demon Race's foundations ran far deeper than anyone had imagined. Among their peak experts, nine had actually reached Great Principle Perfection, while Bai Ze was an immensely powerful figure at the Quasi-Sage level.

With Eastern Emperor Taiyi opening the way, Fuxi playing the zither, Nuwa acting as matchmaker, and a hundred Great Principle experts escorting them, aside from the Witch Clan, only the Demon Race in the entire Primordial Wilderness could muster such pomp.

Dijun was even more impressive. The fact that he could make Bai Ze willingly serve as a mount showed just how lofty his prestige was.

Zhu Yin watched Dijun standing at the center of the golden bridge as he gradually disappeared into the distance, his heart filled with countless emotions.

The Heavenly Dao was ever-changing, and demon hearts were unfathomable. Who could have imagined that this Heavenly Emperor, who appeared fair and selfless, actually favored Xihe, who would bear him ten Golden Crows?

Of course, it was understandable.

Even a Heavenly Emperor had selfish desires and feelings.

As a rare bloodline within the Demon Race, the Three-Legged Golden Crow concerned the future of the entire race. Dijun's favoritism was only natural.

Yet no matter how glorious the Heavenly Court became, it could not escape the fate of decline. In the future Witch-Demon War, the two races were destined for a tragic end.

Thinking of this, Zhu Yin became even firmer in his conviction... only the Dao was an eternal reliance. Everything else would ultimately be but worldly possessions.

Whether it was power, spiritual treasures, or divine pills, if they could aid his cultivation, they were worthwhile. If they became obsessions and inner demons, they should be cast aside without hesitation.

The Buddhist Sect would surely flourish in the future, and as its chief disciple, he might even take charge of the entire Buddhist Sect.

But precisely because of that, he needed to remain clear-headed and not be disturbed by fame or profit.

To attain the Dao, one must first learn to let go.

He was Pure Bamboo. He should never have been troubled by stray thoughts in the first place.

Just as the void was formless, rootless, and without support, only the Dao was real.

At that moment, Zhunti sat above and sensed the great change in Zhu Yin's bearing. His heart was immediately filled with gratification.

His disciple possessed high comprehension and an even clearer Dao heart. Naturally, that was a good thing.

"Congratulations, Junior Brother!"

Jieyin said with a smile.

"This disciple is exceptional. Fellow Daoist, you truly are a blessed man!"

Shangqing also praised him sincerely.

"An Upper-grade Innate Spiritual Root that achieved Transformation Stage, with profound fortune, a powerful Dao body, and an excellent foundation in virtue—such a disciple is simply outstanding."

Yuqing nodded as well, sighing inwardly: If he had not already entered Mount Sumeru, I would have wanted to accept him as my disciple too.

Even Taiqing Daoist, who usually disliked speaking, calmly said:

"This child is most excellent."

Zhunti's face was nearly splitting with laughter. Though he outwardly feigned modesty, inwardly he was already overjoyed.

His disciple had brought him glory!

That feeling of having his face shine with pride was simply too satisfying!

Within the Heavenly Court's Qiankun Hall, the many guests waited quietly.

Although Dijun's marriage to the two Taiyin Star Lords was a major event, everyone became indifferent after watching the spectacle. After all, the brides were not theirs. What mattered most was the significance represented by this wedding.

This was not merely Dijun's personal joyous occasion—it was a great event for the Demon Race!

The two Taiyin Star Lords marrying into the Demon Court together meant the Demon Race had suddenly gained two Quasi-Sage experts. More importantly... the Taiyin Star had completely fallen under the Demon Race's control. Together with the Sun Star, these two supreme stellar bodies now both belonged to the Demon Race.

Going one step further, the Heavenly Court had effectively gained control over the power of the entire starry sky.

Once this Heavenly Wedding was complete, the Demon Race's fortune and strength would rise dramatically. In the future, Quasi-Sages, Golden Immortals, and Primordial Unity Golden Immortals would likely spring up like bamboo shoots after rain.

Those lofty powerhouses in particular were each deeply wary.

None of them had forgotten the Heavenly Stellar Grand Formation that had once shaken the entire Primordial Wilderness. Now, with the sun and taiyin perfectly returning to their places, the formation's power would surge enormously—perhaps becoming a hundred times stronger than before! Unless a Sage personally took action, no one could shake it!

The Demon Race was about to firmly establish itself as the Primordial Wilderness's number one force, commanding half the realm. Who would dare offend it lightly?

The Three Pure Ones, Zhunti, Jieyin, and other great powers had all come. On the surface, they were giving Dijun and Nuwa face, but in truth, they did not dare stay away. It was not that they did not wish to refuse—they simply did not dare.

After all, unless the day came when they attained Sainthood, they could not completely transcend the rules of the Primordial Wilderness and still had to act according to the faces of the Witch and Demon Clans.

This was the great trend of the Primordial Wilderness, as well as the iron law that the strong were revered!

For this very reason, no one dared obstruct Dijun's marriage. It was not only because Dijun and the others were all Quasi-Sages, but also because this Heavenly Wedding had received the Heavenly Dao's recognition and followed the tide of destiny.

Just as everyone waited, starlight suddenly blazed brilliantly in the sky, while the sun and taiyin shone at the same time.

The vast wedding procession had returned!

With the Red Embroidered Ball tying their fates together, Nuwa presiding, and countless great powers bearing witness, Dijun, Xihe, and Changxi formally became Dao companions and swore to heaven and earth:

"Above us, Heavenly Dao. Yin and yang unite, and all things possess spirit. I, Dijun, today take Xihe and Changxi as my Dao companions. Together, we shall seek the Great Dao and command the Nine Heavens!"

The moment his words fell, heaven and earth rumbled, and golden light poured down.

It was merit bestowed by the Heavenly Dao!

Part of it descended upon Nuwa and the Red Embroidered Ball. Another part was granted to Dijun and the two Taiyin Star Lords, while the rest flowed into the Demon Race's fortune.

Some was also distributed among the Demon Race's high-ranking powerhouses.

As merit settled upon her, Nuwa's aura became even more powerful. Though Zhu Yin was merely a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal and could not see through the depth of a Quasi-Sage, he could sense it... the Demon Race's greatest age had arrived!

Next came the banquet.

All manner of rare delicacies and spiritual wine were served one after another.

Zhu Yin also received high-standard treatment. Before him were several Innate spiritual fruits: mid-grade Redwood Fruit and Shatang Fruit, as well as upper-grade Starfruit.

Redwood Fruit could enhance one's spiritual energy resistance to fire. Shatang Fruit helped one comprehend the Dao of water. Though it was of little use to Zhu Yin, it was better than nothing. He planned to bring the seeds back to the Western Lands; perhaps he could grow some spiritual roots and improve Spirit Platform Mountain's environment.

As for Starfruit, it was a true supreme treasure—an upper-grade Innate spiritual fruit.

The spiritual wine was likewise divided into grades.

The first kind merely tasted good and had almost no effect.

The second kind was served when Dijun returned from welcoming the brides. Its flavor was better, but its effects were only slightly improved.

The third kind was the spiritual wine served after the banquet officially began. Both its flavor and effects were superb, and it carried a wondrous aura of "time's accumulation," making it comparable to an upper-grade Innate spiritual fruit.

Zhu Yin took the chance to study it, intending to improve the wine recipe on Spirit Platform Mountain later.

As for the stronger Quasi-Sages, what they ate was not Starfruit, but Fusang Fruit... this spiritual fruit came from the Fusang Divine Tree and was incomparably precious, the finest of the finest.

The Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, Zhunti, Jieyin, and other future Sages—even Red Cloud Patriarch—each received two Fusang Fruits.

A hundred years later, the banquet finally dispersed.

Zhu Yin bid Randeng farewell and left the Heavenly Court riding the White Tiger.

He flew across the Nine Heavens, passed through the firmament's barrier, and returned to the familiar lands of the Western Lands. Looking upon that barren earth, he unexpectedly felt at ease.

Spirit Platform Mountain remained as it had always been, tranquil and peaceful.

Zhu Yin returned to the mountain, drank tea, cultivated, and settled his Dao heart. The White Tiger entered seclusion to digest its gains. The two boy attendants, Wuxin and Wuqing, also came to welcome him. Zhu Yin distributed the spiritual fruits he had prepared to them and gave them guidance in cultivation.

Afterward, he personally went to the medicinal garden, planted the spiritual fruit seeds, dripped in Three Lights Divine Water, and carefully fertilized and tended the soil.

For the following three thousand years, Zhu Yin remained behind closed doors, focusing solely on cultivation.

During that time, he only went to Mount Sumeru once, seeking a Fusang Fruit seed from his master Zhunti so that he could plant it on Spirit Platform Mountain.

Yet on this very day, an unexpected change suddenly descended...