Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

On the high platform, Haotian and the Queen Mother raised their cups repeatedly to the people in the main hall, clearly very pleased with the success of the first Peach Banquet.

From this day forward, whether it is the quasi-saints like Zhen Yuanzi and Minghe, the direct disciples of saints like Xuandu, or the three clans of dragon, phoenix, and qilin, all will bear a share of the karma of the Heavenly Court.

Looking at the smug expression on the Queen Mother of the West's face, Huang Long suddenly had a thought: someone should be causing trouble in this situation.

He then shook his head, speechless at his own thoughts.

Inside the Lingxiao Palace resides the most powerful being in the primordial world besides the Sages.

Only those whose minds are clouded by the karmic obstacles of heaven and earth, and who seek their own demise, would come to the Heavenly Court to cause trouble.

The banquet was in full swing, and the atmosphere in the hall was lively.

The Flower Fairy's dance had reached its climax. Her graceful figure and flowing colorful robes made her resemble a butterfly in flight. The ribbons in her hands danced in the air, transforming into rainbows that illuminated the entire hall with vibrant colors.

Everyone was immersed in the joyful atmosphere; some clapped and cheered, some raised their glasses to drink, some chatted in hushed tones, and some closed their eyes to enjoy the moment.

suddenly!

Boom!

A deafening roar came from afar, like the sky collapsing and the earth splitting, like the void shattering, like ten thousand thunderclaps exploding.

The entire Lingxiao Palace trembled slightly, the wine cups on the jade table shook, and several jugs of immortal wine spilled, the liquid dripping onto the jade table and onto the ground, filling the air with fragrance!

The people in the hall were taken aback, and their laughter and conversation abruptly stopped.

Everyone turned to look outside the hall, their eyes filled with astonishment and doubt.

Huang Long's expression stiffened slightly. He looked out of the main hall in surprise. "They're serious!"

Just then, a heavenly soldier stumbled into the hall, looking terrified.

He knelt on one knee, his voice trembling: "Your Majesty! The North Heavenly Gate... the North Heavenly Gate has been breached! They've even reached the Heavenly Court!"

What?!

An uproar erupted in the hall.

Has the North Heavenly Gate been breached?

That is the only gate to the Heavenly Court. Although the heavenly soldiers stationed there are not strong, they are protected by the Heavenly Dao's restrictions. How could it possibly be breached?

Haotian's face instantly darkened, like the sky before a storm, gloomy and terrifying.

Someone actually dared to cause trouble while he was hosting a banquet for many powerful beings and disciples of saints from the primordial world.

This is a slap in the face to him, the Heavenly Emperor.

The Queen Mother's face was equally grim, and a cold glint flashed in her eyes.

Outside the hall, the shouts of battle grew closer, mixed with the roar of magical explosions and the screams of heavenly soldiers.

"kill!!!"

"Stop them!"

"ah.....!"

"Retreat! Retreat!"

The various sounds intertwined, forming a chaotic symphony.

A flash of bloody light appeared, and all the heavenly soldiers along the way were reduced to dust, directly reaching the square in front of the Lingxiao Palace.

The blood-red light was dazzling and intense, filled with slaughter and brutality, shattering the peace of the Heavenly Court.

The leader was a burly man.

His face was rugged, with thick eyebrows and big eyes. He was broad-shouldered and burly, and his body was shrouded in a rich water-attribute law, like a tsunami, a flood, or a waterfall, surging and unstoppable.

His eyes were bloodshot, radiating a bloodthirsty light, and a bloodthirsty smile played on his lips.

Behind him followed several figures, each exuding a terrifying aura, all of them at the Quasi-Saint Realm.

The burly man strode into the palace, his gaze sharp as lightning, piercing directly at Haotian, his voice like thunder: "Haotian! What right do you have to usurp the throne of Heaven?!"

The sound was like thunder, startling everyone in the hall.

Someone recognized the newcomer as Ji Meng, one of the Ten Great Demon Saints of the Demon Clan!

Ji Meng, one of the Ten Great Demon Saints of the Ancient Demon Clan Heavenly Court, a Quasi-Saint powerhouse, is the most fearsome existence among the demons.

Behind him followed the former members of the Demon Clan's Heavenly Court, including Shang Yang and Ying Zhao, who were once among the Ten Great Demon Saints.

Each of them was a veteran Quasi-Saint, who once dominated the prehistoric world for several eons alongside Emperor Jun.

Ji Meng took a step forward, and a demonic aura surged into the sky.

That's right, it's demonic energy. This innate deity is currently emanating demonic energy.

The demonic aura was so dense that it materialized, resembling black dragons that coiled and danced within the hall.

The rosy glow in the Lingxiao Palace was somewhat dispersed by this demonic aura; the golden lotus withered, the celestial flowers vanished, and the celestial music abruptly stopped.

His voice boomed like thunder: "Haotian, you are nothing but a pageboy by the side of the Dao Ancestor. What right do you have to sit on the throne of the Heavenly Emperor? Although the Heavenly Court of the Demon Race has been destroyed, how dare a servant like you covet the throne of the Heavenly Emperor?"

Haotian's face turned ashen, but he did not immediately retaliate.

He slowly stood up, his gaze sweeping over the people in the hall, some with fear, some with curiosity, some with anticipation, and some with mockery.

Clearly, if he doesn't handle this well, he won't be able to demonstrate the majesty of the Heavenly Court to the prehistoric world; he might even become a laughingstock.

He took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "Ji Meng, considering that you have been blinded by karmic obstacles, if you retreat now, I can forgive and forget."

The Queen Mother also stood up and coldly looked at Ji Meng and the other demon saints.

Ji Meng laughed heartily, his laughter full of sarcasm.

The laughter was sinister, terrifying, and grating, echoing through the hall and sending chills down one's spine.

"Let bygones be bygones? What arrogance!" He finished laughing, his smile vanishing, his gaze sharp as lightning, piercing straight at Haotian Yaochi. "Yaochi, you're nothing but a maidservant, how dare you speak such words to this Holy One?"

The Queen Mother's expression remained unchanged, but a hint of murderous intent flashed in her eyes.

Ji Meng's gaze swept across the hall, landing on the seats of the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin clans. A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips: "The Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin clans are here too! You remnants of the primordial era, trying to curry favor with the Heavenly Court? How laughable!"

Ao Qian remained expressionless and showed no anger, completely disregarding the words of a demon saint whose mind was clouded by karmic obstacles.

Feng Wu's expression remained unchanged, but a hint of killing intent flashed in her eyes.

The Qilin clan chief snorted coldly, clearly enraged.

However, none of them made any move. They were only at the Great Luo Realm, and even if their minds were clouded, they were still no match for several quasi-saint level demon saints.

Ji Meng looked at Haotian again and said, word by word, "Haotian, if you dare to call yourself the Heavenly Emperor, I will tear down your Lingxiao Palace and let all the beings of the prehistoric world see just how much you, the Heavenly Emperor, really amount to!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the demon saints behind him revealed their magical treasures.

"Indeed, without the recognition of us demons, Haotian, you are not worthy to be called the Heavenly Emperor!"

"Today we will seize your throne and install the Crown Prince!"

The guests in the hall had various expressions as they watched the increasingly arrogant group of demon saints.

Houtu Niangniang smiled and looked at the group of demon saints with great interest.

But Huanglong could sense a hint of murderous intent flashing in Houtu Niangniang's eyes.

He even suspected that the reason Houtu Niangniang came to participate in the Peach Banquet was because of these demon saints.

The quasi-saints, including Styx, Zhen Yuanzi, and Panwang, were eager to try their luck at the sight of the group of demon saints. If Haotian Yaochi retreated, they would step in to take on this wave of heavenly merit.

Huanglong and Xuandu exchanged a glance, and as they turned around, they shielded the group of saintly disciples behind them.

If a real fight breaks out, the aftershocks of the battle between quasi-saints would be a catastrophic disaster for Duobao and the others.

"Fine, fine, fine!" Haotian laughed in extreme anger.