In the Heavenly Court, ten thousand shafts of golden light rolled through crimson rainbows, and a thousand streams of auspicious energy breathed out violet mist.
The South Heaven Gate was deep emerald, fashioned from glazed crystal; Lingxiao Palace shone brilliantly, adorned with precious jade.
Golden studs clustered on jade doors, colorful phoenixes danced upon vermilion gates, and tiered passages and winding corridors gleamed with exquisite, translucent beauty everywhere.
The Heavenly Emperor, dressed in white, possessed an imposing dignity even without anger. He sat on his imperial throne, staring into space.
There actually wasn't much for the Heavenly Court to do. It merely had to sense the Heavenly Dao and handle the finer details under its broad coordination.
It was quite a leisurely existence.
Most of the immortals in the Heavenly Court were innate deities. Apart from cultivating, they basically had nothing to do.
Feng Bo, Rain Master, Thunder Duke, and Lightning Mother oversaw the mortal world's weather. But the posts of Thunder Duke and Lightning Mother were currently vacant, so Feng Bo and Rain Master could slack off.
The mountain gods and earth gods of various regions could be considered the Heavenly Court's lowest-level local administrative bodies in the mortal world, but they generally didn't manage much.
Then there were figures such as Taibai Jinxing, Barefoot Immortal, Giant Spirit God, and the marshals Tianpeng, Tianyou, and Yisheng.
What did these people do? They kept the demons and evil beings of the Three Realms in check.
But the Heavenly Court wasn't the only party willing to vanquish demons. Immortals of the Three Teachings captured them in passing, and there were all sorts of independent immortals besides. Otherwise, where did the mounts beneath those people's backsides come from?
The Heavenly Court's immortals would eagerly prepare to descend to the mortal world, but