In early July, within Blazing Nest in the Western Central Sea, a gathering of half-demons of foreign races wearing feather ornaments, Immortal Alliance cultivators in brocade robes and splendid crowns, and Puppet Dao envoys assembled at Fu Mountain for a grand ceremony in the Demon Kingdom ruled by the Golden Roc Great Sage, a Great Power of the foreign races.
To accommodate the customs of both races, the etiquette of all three parties, and the needs of their various members, the entire Blessed Land had been decked with lanterns and colorful streamers, brimming with festive cheer. Guards stood in ranks, while all manner of carriages and magic artifacts danced through the sky, as though it were a holiday.
This was because the Golden Roc Great Sage also supported these peace talks. Previously, he had fretted over the situation, fearing that being caught between the Immortal Alliance and the Puppet Dao would make his life as a demon difficult. One wrong choice could bring disaster crashing over his head at any moment. Now that both sides needed peace, the title of a neutral power had fallen into his lap from the heavens. How could he let it slip away?
Such was the sorrow of a small household.
Although the Golden Roc Great Sage was a Great Power of the foreign races who had cultivated to the Emperor Venerable rank, comparable to the Primordial Spirit realm, powerful figures emerged endlessly throughout the myriad heavens. He was hardly the only one.
Both the deeply established Immortal Alliance and the newly risen Puppet Dao Faction possessed enough strength to sweep away the forces under his command. Thus, however accustomed the Golden Roc Great Sage was to throwing his weight around on his own territory, he could muster no temper at all when faced with