The victory banquet lasted a full three months.
For those three months, the entire Human Realm was immersed in the joy of victory.
The disciples sang at the top of their lungs, drank wine and discussed the Dao, washing away all the exhaustion and pain of the battlefield.
When the wine flowed freely, some disciples drew their swords and danced, Sword Qi crisscrossing the heavens and drawing wave after wave of applause.
Some disciples improvised poetry, and when their verses were complete, they summoned heavenly phenomena. Spiritual energy turned into rain, nourishing all living things.
Some disciples wept aloud, only to laugh through their tears. It was the relief of surviving a calamity, the joy of reuniting with their fellow disciples.
Divine Spear Saint Emperor, Ice God, Sword Lord, and other peak experts sat together, raising cups and exchanging toasts amid ringing laughter.
The three Sacred Emperors of the Human Realm were usually dignified and imposing before their disciples, but during those three days, they put on no airs. They mingled freely with the disciples and were even dragged into drinking games, prompting endless laughter.
Ice God still looked cold and otherworldly. He sat there like an iceberg, and no one dared approach him.
Yet upon closer inspection, one could see the faint, almost imperceptible smile at the corner of his lips.
Sword Lord, meanwhile, did something unprecedented—he personally stepped forward and performed a sword dance for the disciples.
That dance stunned countless disciples and drew countless more to kneel and beg him to accept them as disciples. Sword Lord was so flustered that he repeatedly waved his hands and fled in embarrassment, sending the disciples into uproarious laughter.
Three months passed in the blink of an eye.
On the day the victory banquet ended, the smiles on every disciple's