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

"Senior brother, it's been a long time since you've relaxed like this," Yaochi said softly, her eyes gentle as she looked at Haotian.

Haotian nodded: "Before the great calamity, all I thought about was how to quickly increase my strength. If the Ancestral Witch hadn't brought the Pangu Seal and directly submitted, I'm afraid I would have only been able to fight at the eighth level of the Primordial Chaos realm. Facing the Chaos Demon God would have been extremely difficult, definitely not as easy as before!"

Yaochi's cheeks were slightly flushed. The nectar they drank was brewed with merit, so they didn't need to use their divine power to stay awake, nor did they use their divine sense; the effects of the wine naturally surged up.

Watching the immortals in the hall toasting and drinking, creating a lively atmosphere, her expression relaxed, and the murderous aura from the great battle on the immortals vanished.

The seven fairies moved about the banquet, and Longji and Yang Chan had to take care of them from time to time. These seven daughters were born with only the cultivation level of Xuanxian, and their aptitude was inferior to that of Longji. However, with her and her senior brother around, there was no need to worry about their future.

Haotian noticed Yaochi's gaze, and his expression softened: "Junior sister, don't worry, they will be fine."

The angels brought by Lucifer were all converted and served as celestial servants in Heaven. In addition, their radiant nature made them extremely popular among the immortals.

The same was true of the captured angels; seven angels at the Great Luo realm transformed into hairpins and were worn in the hair of the seven princesses to protect them at all times.

"These are the only happy years they have left," Yaochi said with a slight smile.

Haotian nodded: "Therefore, you must teach them well in the future. Although there are many immortals and gods in the Heavenly Court, they are all in harmony. If they are too naive, it will always make people uneasy."

Yaochi showed her approval, but Haotian's eyes flashed with deep thought: "How interesting. I directly arranged the positions of the saints one rank lower, and not a single ignorant troublemaker stood up for me, saying that I insulted the saints."

"Bodhi Daoist sacrificed himself to repair the earth's veins, supposedly on the orders of his senior brother, the Emperor." Yaochi's eyes flickered. "Fellow Daoist Houtu was extremely humble, so naturally no one dared to act rashly."

Haotian subtly flicked his fingers, giving Yaoji a glare that barely betrayed his intentions. This girl dared to leak the news ahead of time, but the Buddhist disciples were surprisingly well-behaved; it seemed they had all learned their lesson.

Haotian was somewhat disappointed that he couldn't bring out a chicken to kill.

Watching the immortals converse and dance in the hall, Hongjun raised his eyebrows and a smile spread across his face. They were all people who cultivated in seclusion, and this was the first time they had ever seen such a lively scene.

"You, the Heavenly Emperor, certainly know how to enjoy yourself," Hongjun said with a smile.

Haotian raised his glass: "When dealing with government affairs, it's inevitable to relax a bit."

"I thought that after you became the Heavenly Emperor, you would take some heavenly concubines like the human emperors!"

After all, Emperor Jun had an empress and a concubine back then.

Yaochi chuckled, her face full of confidence: "Senior brother is not that kind of person."

Haotian nodded: "Those are nothing but indulging desires. I am also a cultivator of the immortal path. Apart from such pleasures, my immortal path also emphasizes self-cultivation and restraint of desires."

"Moreover, Yaochi and I grew up together since childhood. We understand each other well enough to support each other on the path of cultivation. This is what true Daoist partners are."

"Now that you say so, I am relieved." Hongjun looked away. In the end, Haotian's strength was too great. If he were to unleash the power of the Great Dao, even he would probably be no match for him.

Hongjun fears that after he leaves, Haotian will become completely unrestrained. Other things are fine, but if there is a flaw in the path of cultivation, it will be impossible to make up for it.

Haotian chuckled as he held Yaochi's hand: "I understand Master's concerns. I invited you to the banquet not to cause you any trouble. I have also prepared a performance for you to enjoy and for all the immortals to see."

Hongjun raised an eyebrow and curiously said "Oh." A strange smile appeared on Yaochi's face, and her lips moved slightly. Xihe and Wangshu below raised their heads and returned an affirmative look.

"It's all ready. Master can have a look." A smile flashed in Yaochi's eyes. The melodious celestial music stopped, the fairy maidens withdrew, and the Pixiang Palace suddenly became quiet.

The immortals were puzzled. According to the rules of the Peach Banquet, the dancers would dance for ten consecutive days. The Peach Banquet was also meant to symbolize perfection. Only nine days had passed. Could it be that other cultivators were coming to perform?

A moment later, a completely different ancient melody from beyond the sea of ​​clouds drifted out from the depths of the clouds. It carried a desolate and ancient rhythm, with a wide and open melody and a noticeably faster tempo, lacking the gentle and melodious quality of celestial music.

All the immortals, including the saints, put down their cups in unison. Fuxi's eyes narrowed slightly; upon closer listening, the music had a unique flavor.

Layers of dark purple exotic clouds rolled out, and from within the clouds, fifty deities slowly appeared, each taking half of the sun and half of the moon.

The gods' attire was quite different from that of the primordial world. Unlike the light gauze robes of the celestial maidens, their clothing was exceptionally bold. Some had their hair tied up with golden tassels, their bodies were engraved with flame patterns, and their clothes were embroidered with mysterious runes, shrouded in a cool mist.

The ancient music from a foreign land slowly began to play, its rhythm soothing and steady, as the deities spread out on two wings and began to dance.

The sun god's steps were slow and heavy, while the moon god's steps were light and swirling. Sometimes they would swirle in opposite directions, and the divine light of the sun and moon would collide and merge. The golden-red morning glow and the silver-blue starlight would intertwine.

Sometimes they are arranged in four directions, their arms raised together, and the light of the sun, moon and stars gathers from all directions, turning into waves of light that alternate between light and dark in the air.

Their dance lacked the gentle grace of celestial dances; their movements were more expansive and bold, with graceful and unrestrained movements.

Each step and movement was accompanied by unfamiliar fluctuations of extraterrestrial laws. The ancient and desolate aura of the alien realm slowly spread along with the overflowing light and mist, merging with the pure and ethereal aura of the Heavenly Court.

Strange laws permeated the entire Pixiang Palace, and endless spiritual energy mixed and fell, making the immortals seem to be immersed in it, their bodies surging with Daoist energy.

As the dance progressed to its second half, the gods' steps suddenly became perfectly synchronized, and fifty divine lights swirled and intertwined, rotating in the air to form a giant sun, moon, and star disk, with light and shadow swirling and flowing, and brightness and darkness alternating and surging.

The ancient music from beyond the realm gradually calmed down, and the gods slowed their movements, slowly gathering the starlight and sunlight flowing around them.

Haotian and Yaochi exchanged a glance, and together they activated the Sun and Moon stars. The divine light of the Sun and Moon, belonging to the primordial world, descended, accompanied by strange laws from beyond the realm, and scattered onto the immortals, causing many cultivators to make breakthroughs.

Other immortals and gods, having received the divine radiance of the sun and moon, also possessed more profound magical power.

The fifty people gathered their sleeves and bowed in unison to the person above them: "With this dance, the God of Sin congratulates the successful completion of the Peach Banquet. May the Great Heavenly Venerable enjoy eternal blessings and boundless longevity."

Haotian's lips curled into a smile: "What does Master think?"

"Indeed, the combination of the extraterrestrial laws and the primordial laws can indeed enhance the cultivation of all immortals." Hongjun nodded in admiration, realizing that Haotian had genuinely thought he was simply appreciating the song and dance, but it turned out he was just using it as a prelude!

"This is my otherworldly divine dance troupe. Thanks to the training of my fellow Daoists Xihe and Wangshu, it is quite presentable," Haotian said slowly, smiling at the immortals.

"Your Majesty is too kind to this humble subject," Xihe Wangshu quickly bowed and apologized.

"Your Majesty's efforts are truly appreciated; this exotic dance is indeed quite unique!"

"Indeed, without Your Majesty, we would not have had the privilege of appreciating this."

A group of immortals and gods praised it unanimously, and the saints exchanged glances without leaving a trace. So this was what the Heavenly Emperor and Empress in Zixiao Palace were tacitly aware of!

For the otherworldly gods, this was truly a matter of killing them and destroying their spirit. They were all powerful figures in their own worlds, after all, the gods of the sun and moon were extremely important to every world.

These deities are at least Taiyi Golden Immortals, and many are even Quasi-Saints. Now, they not only have to submit, but also have to perform dances like dancers and respectfully utter prayers.

It's clear that the Heavenly Emperor has plenty of ways to punish whomever he wants.