Every body shape is surrounded by brilliant power, and various colored haloes condensed by the force of generation illuminate the entire heaven.
On the contrary, this majestic figure wearing the Shanhe Emperor's uniform was a bit depressing.
But any immortal who can come to this heaven will never think so stupidly.
The majestic figure who could ascend to the throne and single-handedly destroy dozens of emperors was billions of times more terrifying than what he appeared to be.
Looking at the majestic emperor stepping into the sky, Jian Wushuang finally saw his true appearance.
For a time, the atmosphere in the vast square of this huge palace was extremely tense.
The angry question obviously came from the mouth of the emperor.
The little emperor raised his head to look at the majestic emperor standing on the top of the clouds, and said softly, "Go back to the emperor father, Young Master Yan doesn't dare."
"Then what were you doing just now? Do you want to stain the heaven with blood?" Another question came from the leader.
Immediately afterwards, Emperor Zhenwuyang came to the vast square with endless momentum.
"They are all your younger brothers. As the crown prince, not only have you failed to lead by example, but you have repeatedly lost your status. Do you really think that I dare not deal with you?"
The little emperor didn't say a word, and there was no fear in his lowered eyelids.
At this moment, the black-robed figure known as Uncle Yu slowly came to the emperor Zhen Wuyang and whispered, "Emperor, the little emperor has not made a big mistake yet. It is not unforgivable. After the banquet,
Let’s deal with it later.”
The majestic figure glanced at the little emperor, then looked at Uncle Yu, with helplessness flashing in his eyes, "That's all, let's start the banquet."
After speaking, he took the lead to walk into the main hall, followed by ninety-nine old men carrying various colors on their backs, following with smiles.
"Good." Hundreds of immortals agreed in unison.
Young Master Jiu glared at Chen Qing and others fiercely, then strode into the main hall.
This farce finally ended with the arrival of Emperor Zhenwuyang.
The little emperor looked at them deeply, and then came to Jian Wushuang and others.
He seemed a little tired and forced a smile, "Let's go, the feast is about to begin."
"Little Emperor, you weren't hurt anywhere, were you?" Chen Qing was a little worried.
He shook his head, and then, guided by the thin purple robe, he walked into the main hall.
In the main hall, Emperor Zhenwuyang was sitting on the throne. Beside him, the little emperor with gloomy eyebrows was sitting with his head turned.
Uncle Yu is like a black sculpture, standing behind the emperor.
In the vast palace, the old men carrying various colored haloes sat in a row on both sides. Slightly below them were the young men wearing tooth-white court uniforms.
Under the instructions of the little emperor, Jian Wushuang and others sat together with the six young masters, but they were completely different from each other.
Sitting in the misty clouds and smoke, Jian Wu's eyes were looking at his nose, and his nose was looking at his heart, and he didn't care at all about the scrutinizing eyes of the young men opposite him.
Then, Chunqiu, who was sitting next to him, lowered his voice and said, "Brother Jian, I really didn't expect that one day I would be able to come to the heaven of Zhenwuyang."
"Don't do anything stupid." Jian Wushuang looked at him and smiled.
Chunqiu nodded, "Don't worry, I know the importance of this."
Amidst the low-pitched conversations from time to time, fairies who came on the clouds brought plates of delicious fruits.
Zhen Wuyang sat on the imperial throne, looked at the heavenly court with a smile, and then let out a rather long sigh.
From this emotion, Jian Wushuang also learned that this heavenly feast has only been held five times since its inception.
It is held every other Chinese year.
Jian Wushuang didn't know how long this Huanian lasted. According to preliminary estimates, it was probably the time it took to see ten galaxies...
Time has long been the most meaningless thing here. After becoming an Immortal, your lifespan will be endless. Except for the destruction of external forces, even the so-called Heavenly Dao will probably have very little effect on the Immortal.
After all, the creation of the great avenues and the ultimate order in a world are very likely to have come from the hands of a certain Yanxian in the past.
Those old men who carry various haloes and whose realms are so advanced that even Chen Qing is afraid of them are the first elders who helped Zhen Wuyang expand the world and ascend to the throne of the emperor. They have won the trust of Zhen Wuyang, even if they are the seats of the six young masters.
Not as good as them.
It is a privilege to be able to enter the Heavenly Palace for a banquet, so now even a humble Immortal is a top-notch existence in the Heavenly Domain controlled by Zhenwuyang.
As the table in front of you is gradually filled with delicacies and fruits, people are overwhelmed with the beautiful fairies one after another.
Chen Qing, who was sitting next to Jian Wushuang, had his gleaming eyes attached to the fairy's body from beginning to end.
"Xianzi Guang, it's me, don't you remember me? I'm Chen Qing who controls Jingchuan. Last time we were chatting in Tingfeng Tower."
Looking at the fairy who was leaning over to pour wine, Chen Qing's eyes were shining as she chatted.
The fairy pursed her lips and smiled, "I don't remember."
"It doesn't matter whether you remember it or not. After the banquet is over, how about I wait for you at the wind tower?" Chen Qing grinned.
The fairy smiled and left without answering, holding the jade pot in hand.
"There's a show!" Chen Qing whispered, excited.
After listening to the whole story, Jian Wushuang smiled slightly, picked up the wine in his glass, and tasted it in small sips.
As these fairies retreated, nearly thirty more fairies came on the clouds and danced gracefully in the center of the hall. The water sleeves formed by their strength set off the stunning figure, which was extremely gorgeous.
"Brother Jian, I think you are not very old, but do you have a sweetheart? If not, I will help you match them up?" Chen Qing came up with a glass of wine and a bewildered smile on his face.
"Farewell, you should worry about your own problems first. I already have someone in my heart, and I will never forget him." Jian Wushuang replied with a firm voice.
Hearing this, Chen Qing nodded, "Brother Jian has a firm mind. No wonder he can reach the level of Immortal with such a mind."
There was no answer. Looking at the long-sleeved fairy in front of him and the slightly noisy sound around him, Jian Wushuang actually sat down.
Chen Qing didn't know whether to laugh or cry. After having a drink with Chunqiu through Jian Wushuang, he began to admire the dancing.
Zhen Wuyang sat on the throne, looking at the little emperor sitting next to him from time to time, as if he wanted to say something to ease the atmosphere, but the little emperor didn't seem to feel it at all, and just drank one cup after another.
In the end, Zhen Wuyang couldn't hold it back and leaned forward and whispered, "Yan'er, how have you been these past few years?"
"Back to my father, I'm doing pretty well." The little emperor said calmly, and then stopped.
"Isn't it too far away for six days? After this banquet is over, you can come and live with me." Zhen Wuyang looked at him and asked again.