The Heavenly Court's wedding procession continued its march.
The Meishan Brothers, who were leading the way, swayed leisurely atop their clouds, clearly slowing their pace on purpose. Any immortal with eyes could see that Guanjiangkou was deliberately making things difficult, intent on blunting the groom's spirit.
Chen Wei followed behind, unbothered.
He was the bridegroom. Since Yang Jian wanted pomp and all the dignity he could get, Chen Wei would give it to him.
Never mind drifting along for a few hours. Even if they dawdled like this for three or five hundred years, what would it matter?
The Heavenly Court's immortals had endless lifespans. Time was the one thing they never lacked.
Happy to take it easy, Chen Wei simply began admiring the magnificent sea of clouds along the way.
With the groom in no hurry, the immortals and heavenly kings were naturally in no hurry either. They treated it as a sightseeing excursion, a leisurely stroll to clear their minds.
The immortals above ambled along, but the Demon Kings throughout the Four Great Continents in the Mortal Realm suffered for it.
An entire host of Heavenly Soldiers and Generals, accompanied by constellations filling the sky, the Four Duty Meritorious Officials, and the Five Directional Guardians-such a spectacle blotted out the heavens and the sun as it slowly rolled over the heads of ten thousand demons. Granted, the entire army had obeyed the Great Heavenly Venerable's Imperial Decree: none wore armor or carried weapons, and all came empty-handed.
But to the demons below, a sky full of unarmed immortals was even more bone-chilling.
"The Heavenly Court has sent out all its elites, yet they haven't brought a single weapon? Are they planning to capture us alive with their bare hands?"
"They must have hidden Demon-Revealing Mirrors and Immortal-Binding Ropes!"