Everyone in the Netherworld Office sprang into action. The mighty cultivators prepared to head to the Heavenly Court, while everyone else tried their best to send along a gift.
They wanted to forge a favorable bond with the Heavenly Court.
Laozi, the Moral Heavenly Venerable, the Primordial Heavenly Venerable, and Tongtian all made their own preparations as well.
This time, Daochen intended to bleed them dry. Though deeply reluctant, they had no choice but to prepare their gifts with care.
Most importantly, many of their disciples had also received invitations.
Each would have to present a gift list when the time came.
As for the other mighty rogue cultivators, every one of them was rubbing their fists and flexing their palms.
They wanted to make a splendid showing at this celebratory banquet in the Heavenly Court.
Yet there were exceptions in the Primordial World.
At the Western Religion's Mount Sumeru.
Zhunti and Jieyin both wore worried frowns.
"Senior brother, what are we going to do? We can't possibly go empty-handed."
"Alas, our Western Land is so barren. Where are we supposed to find gifts? If we have nothing to offer when the time comes, won't we be utterly humiliated?"
"Exactly. Our own dignity doesn't matter, but we can't let the Western Religion suffer such disgrace."
"Do you have any clever ideas, junior brother?"
"Why don't we pay Minghe a visit?"
"Forget it, forget it. That fellow is terribly poor now too. We've converted so many of his Asura Race already. I doubt he has anything worthwhile left."
"Then what should we do?"
"Why not visit the Dragon Clan? I hear the Dragon King of the Eastern Sea has quite a few treasures. Shall we borrow one or two?"
"Yes, yes, that's an excellent idea. The Dragon Clan has loved collecting