Transmigrating into Haotian, ruling the Three Pure Ones and pacifying the primordial world.

"The primordial cultivator, Bodhi Daoist, has arrived!"

As the chanting of Venus resounded, a Taoist priest entered through the main gate of the Pixiang Hall with firm steps. The immortals and gods on both sides rose to their feet, calling out the name "Bodhi Saint" to pay their respects.

Bodhi Daoist walked to the foot of the steps and respectfully bowed: "Disciple Bodhi pays respects to Master and Senior Yangmei."

"You have done such a meritorious deed for heaven and earth, you should be a meritorious official of heaven and earth, get up." Hongjun nodded slightly and gently lifted him up.

"This disciple thanks Master." He then bowed to Haotian: "Greetings, Great Heavenly Venerable. I am late, please forgive me, Your Majesty."

As the gazes of the saints swept over, Bodhi Daoist appeared with the appearance of a crane and the posture of a pine tree, his figure slender and upright. He wore a plain, wide-sleeved Daoist robe, simple and unadorned. His beard and hair were as white as snow and tied with a jade hairpin. His eyebrows and eyes were peaceful and calm, and his gaze was deep and far-reaching. There was no overwhelming pressure, but upon closer inspection, one could feel that his eyes encompassed everything and that he had seen through the cause and effect of the world.

Haotian nodded secretly, his expression unchanged, but his divine light was contained within his body, and his temperament was as ethereal as a free-spirited hermit, truly giving him a sense of otherworldly elegance, much like the Bodhi Daoist of his previous life!

The Seven Treasures Tree, the spiritual treasure he used to attain enlightenment, had long since transformed into the whisk he held in his hand. Only when he walked around could one glimpse its mysteries by the faint appearance of its seven-colored radiance.

"The Peach Banquet has not yet officially begun. It is alright if you offer your golden body as a sacrifice for the Western beings, even if it is late."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Bodhi Daoist calmly raised his head and looked at the Heavenly Emperor. All the people could see was the faint phantom of the ancient Bodhi tree surrounding him, with its branches and leaves swaying and its cool shade hanging down, its aura seemingly present yet absent.

Haotian remained calm, observing that ten more of the Great Vow Chains on Zhunti's body had broken. In a sense, this was a blessing in disguise, but for Zhunti, it was a matter of whether it was honey or poison.

After all, the Cundi Buddha Mother has disappeared from Buddhism. Even if Bodhi can enjoy good fortune because of his status as the founder of Buddhism, he can never openly help Buddhism.

He knew, of course, why Zhunti was doing this: he wanted Zhunti to grant him a great flourishing of Buddhism in recognition of his sacrifice of everything, thus fulfilling the promise he had made.

However, even Jieyin probably didn't expect Zhunti to be so ruthless!

"Please take a seat!" Haotian's voice rang out, and Bodhi Daoist bowed again and slowly stood beside Jieyin.

He flicked his whisk and bowed, saying, "Amitabha Buddha, I am Bodhi, the humble Taoist, and I greet you."

A hot tear rolled down Jieyin's cheek as he rose and returned the bow: "This humble monk, Jieyin, greets Fellow Daoist Bodhi."

The two exchanged a glance. Jieyin looked grief-stricken, while Bodhi's eyes were indifferent. In any case, the Heavenly Emperor wanted him to use his own power to repair the Western Earth Veins. He could only sacrifice himself to gain a sliver of the Heavenly Emperor's pity!

After all, in the eyes of the Heavenly Emperor, they had nothing of comparable value other than the cultivation level of a saint!

It's already very good!

The vow to repair the Western continent has been largely fulfilled. As long as the Western religion flourishes, its teachings continue throughout life, and its merits are bestowed, both the beings of the West and the Western continent will be reborn.

From the moment he stepped into Zixiao Palace, he had been looking forward to this day. For the sake of the West, giving up a Buddhist monk named Zhunti was nothing!

The saints' gazes swept over the two men, their expressions complex. No matter how much they belittled their character, to the people of the West, these two men truly kept their responsibilities in mind at all times.

Seeing the silence in the Hall of Fragrant Breeze, Houtu rose and bowed. Her gaze swept over the empty cloud seat at the head of the table, and she slowly spoke: "Your Majesty, the Great Heavenly Venerable, the Dao Ancestor is of high virtue and great prestige. Your Majesty is the Primordial Heavenly Emperor, in charge of the Three Realms. Your Majesty's status is even more noble than that of the Three Paths. Although I am the Lord of the Earthly Path, I dare not sit at the same level as Your Majesty. Please remove this seat, otherwise I will feel uneasy."

Hongjun raised an eyebrow and exchanged a glance, then raised an eyebrow but remained silent.

The saints' gazes swept over Houtu, their eyes slightly darkening, their thoughts known only to themselves.

Haotian smiled and stared intently at Houtu, not noticing the slightest reluctance on her face. He thought to himself, "These days, there are so many smart people!"

"Since it is your request, I grant it." Haotian smiled enigmatically, and the seat placed at the edge slowly disappeared.

Houtu remained calm and bowed, saying, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

She then sat calmly in her seat, completely disregarding the gazes of the immortals. The Heavenly Emperor's might overwhelmed the primordial world; why should she contend with him?

With His Majesty's power, the Three Paths were suppressed, the Primordial World was elevated to a higher dimension, and the Earthly Path continued to improve. As long as she remained law-abiding and received the assistance of the Earthly Path, her combat power would be second only to the Heavenly Emperor.

Moreover, my elder brothers and sisters are about to attain enlightenment. Going against the Heavenly Emperor will not bring them any benefits; it will only be a matter of respecting the Heavenly Emperor. As long as they can protect the prehistoric world, everything else is trivial!

The immortals and saints remained silent. Haotian raised his crystal jade cup, his voice carrying imperial majesty that resounded throughout the heavens: "Fellow immortals and Daoists, today we have gathered in the Heavenly Court for the Peach Banquet. I have three points to make."

"Firstly, the great calamity of the primordial world has come to an end, the chaos and fighting have subsided, and the Three Realms and Four Seas have finally found peace. This is a blessing for the billions of living beings in the primordial world."

"Secondly, during the great calamity, many fellow Daoists suffered damage to their Dao foundations, many disciples were lost, and many immortals and gods in the Three Realms also perished. I am grateful to all fellow Daoists for their hard work and dedication in protecting all living beings during the great calamity, and also to commemorate the fallen immortals and gods. Today, I have specially prepared fine wine and immortal peaches to share with all the immortals as a small consolation."

"Thirdly, there is an important matter to announce to the Three Realms at this banquet today. I will grant all living beings of the primordial world an opportunity. Please enjoy yourselves and feast in peace. I will inform you of this matter when the Peach Banquet concludes!"

Haotian rose to his feet, and the immortals dared not remain seated any longer. His imperial aura emanated unrestrainedly from the head of the table, causing even the Heavenly Dao to tremble. His voice was incomparably majestic, yet none of them felt uncomfortable: "I hope you will all set aside your past grievances, temporarily set aside your disputes, and celebrate the end of this chaotic world together, enjoying this feast together!"

Having said this, Haotian looked around the room with his crystal jade cup, then drank the nectar in it. The immortals raised their cups high, saying in unison, "We thank Your Majesty!"

The voices of the immortals resounded throughout the heavens in an instant. Everyone finished their drinks, and Venus flicked his whisk, proclaiming, "Let the feast begin!"

Watching the immortals begin to feast, Haotian chuckled to himself. "I said three points, and that's what I mean. I won't divide one big point into three smaller points, each of which then expands in two directions."

As celestial music began, a procession of fairy maidens emerged, each adorned in flowing robes. Accompanied by the melodious sounds of sheng and xiao, their wide sleeves billowed with delicate, fluttering petals, as they twirled and danced gracefully, their movements light and flowing, their figures ethereal and gentle.

With the vast expanse of clear blue water, the entire Heavenly Court was filled with a scene of peace and prosperity, where immortals toasted each other, discussed the Dao and the laws, and created a lively atmosphere!

Even the saints seemed to be infected by this atmosphere, their past grudges dispelled, and they smiled at each other.

Watching the immortals in the hall, some engaged in lively discussions, others enjoying light songs and dances, the tension that followed the great calamity vanished, and the atmosphere returned to the relaxed state it was before the Investiture of the Gods.

Haotian Yaochi raised his eyebrows and cup to Hongjun, drinking the nectar at the same time. The two then clinked cups together, picked up a precious jade fruit, put it in their mouths, chewed it slowly, and watched the singing and dancing in the hall, their expressions extremely relaxed.