The palace gates of the Nine Heavens opened, and the robed nobles of ten thousand nations bowed before the imperial crown.
The deeds of the Creation Heavenly Venerable defeating the Devil Ancestor and slaying the eight Ancestor Gods spread throughout the Heavenly Realm with the speed of crashing thunder.
For a time, the streets were emptied, while drums and horns rang out in unison.
Every corner of the Three Thousand Continents was immersed in joy. Even many living fossils who stood aloof from worldly affairs could not help breaking out of seclusion to celebrate this historic moment.
To the cultivators of the Heavenly Realm, the eight Ancestor Gods had undoubtedly been terrifying nightmares. Countless immortal sects and prestigious clans had been slaughtered to the last, with blood flowing so thickly it could float boats, and barren wastelands stretching for ten thousand miles. All that remained were blood debts that could never be repaid.
Many who had lived through the God War still woke from meditation in terror whenever they recalled those horrifying figures, nearly suffering Qi Deviation.
Fortunately, the tide had finally turned, and the clouds had parted to reveal the sun.
When they learned that Shen Yun had slain all those demons by his own strength, the reverence in their hearts surged like the mighty waters of the Yangtze, stretching on without end.
Those clans who had finally avenged their great enmities even erected longevity tablets for him, offering incense day and night to express their gratitude.
"Have you heard? The Myriad Heavens Assembly will be held ten days from now. Immortal Dao Great Powers from all eight directions have been invited to offer congratulations on the Heavenly Venerable's hundredth birthday."
"What? There's actually someone who became a king after a hundred years? Forgive this old man's ignorance, but