Every figure was surrounded by a majestic aura. Light wheels of different colors formed by derivation power illuminated the entire Heavenly Court.
This made the majestic figure in the Mountain River Emperor robe seem a little dim.
However, any Derivation Immortal who could come to the Heavenly Court would not be so foolish.
The majestic figure that could ascend to the Emperor's throne and suppress dozens of Emperors with his own strength was a billion times more terrifying than what he showed.
Looking at the majestic Emperor in the sky, Jian Wushuang finally saw his true appearance.
In an instant, the atmosphere in the vast square in the huge hall was extremely tense.
The angry question clearly came from the Emperor's mouth.
The young Emperor looked up at the majestic Emperor standing on the clouds and said calmly, "Emperor Father, Gong Ziyan does not dare."
"Then what were you doing just now? Did you want to stain the Heavenly Court with blood?" Another question was asked.
Shortly after, Emperor Zhen Wuyang arrived at the vast square with his boundless power.
"They are all your subordinates. As the Crown Prince, not only did you not set an example, but you also repeatedly lowered your status. Do you really think I do not dare to punish you?"
The young Emperor did not say a word. There was no fear in his lowered eyelids.
At this moment, the black-robed figure called Uncle Yu slowly walked up to Emperor Zhen Wuyang and said in a low voice, "Emperor, the young Emperor hasn't made a big mistake yet. It's not unforgivable. Let's deal with him after the banquet."
The majestic figure looked at the young Emperor and then at Uncle Yu. Helplessness flashed across his eyes. "Forget it. Let's start the banquet first."
With that, he walked into the main hall. Then, 99 elders with different colors on their backs followed with smiles.
"Okay." Hundreds of Derivation Immortals answered in unison.
Gong Zijiu glared fiercely at Chen Qing and the others. Then, he strode into the main hall.
This farce finally ended with Emperor Zhen Wuyang's arrival.
The young Emperor looked at them deeply. Then, he came in front of Jian Wushuang and the others.
He seemed a little tired and forced a smile. "Let's go. The banquet is about to begin."
"Young Emperor, are you hurt anywhere?" Chen Qing was a little worried.
He shook his head and then walked into the main hall under the guidance of the skinny purple-robed man.
Inside the main hall, Emperor Zhen Wuyang sat on the Emperor's throne. Beside him was the young Emperor with a gloomy face.
Uncle Yu, on the other hand, was like a black statue that stood behind the Imperial Emperor.
In the vast hall, the elders with light wheels of various colors on their backs sat in rows on both sides of the hall. Slightly below them were the young masters in ivory white court robes.
Under the young emperor's instructions, Jian Wushuang and the rest sat together with the six young masters, but they were clearly separated.
Sitting in the misty cloud, Jian Wushuang lowered his head, completely ignoring the scrutinizing gazes from those young masters.
Next, Spring and Autumn, who was sitting beside him, lowered his voice and said, "Brother Jian, I never thought that I would one day be able to come to the Heavenly Court of True Martial Sun."
"Don't do anything stupid." Jian Wushuang looked at him and smiled.
Spring and Autumn nodded. "Don't worry. I know the severity of this matter."
As they talked in low voices from time to time, fairies who walked on clouds brought plates of delicacies and fruits.
Zhen Wuyang sat on the Emperor's throne and smiled as he looked inside the Heavenly Court. Then, he let out a rather long sigh.
And from this sigh, Jian Wushuang learned that the Heavenly Court's banquet had only been held five times since its inception.
It was held once every hundred years.
Jian Wushuang didn't know how long a hundred years was. His initial estimate was that it was the time to break ten galaxies …
Time had long become the most meaningless thing in this place. After becoming a Derived Immortal, one's lifespan would be endless. Other than external destruction, even the so-called Heavenly Dao would have little effect on a Derived Immortal.
After all, the creation of the Heavenly Dao and the ultimate order of a world could very well be the work of a Derived Immortal.
Those old men who had various colored light wheels on their backs and whose realms were so high that even Chen Qing was wary of them were the first elders who helped Zhen Wuyang develop the heavenly domain and become an Emperor. They were deeply trusted by Zhen Wuyang. Even the six young masters' seats were inferior to theirs.
Being able to enter the Heavenly Court's banquet was an honor in itself. Therefore, even the most inconspicuous Derived Immortal was a peak existence in the heavenly domain controlled by Zhen Wuyang.
As the table in front of them was gradually filled with delicacies and fruits, the number of beautiful fairies was overwhelming.
Sitting beside Jian Wushuang, Chen Qing's shining eyes were glued to the fairies from start to finish.
"Fairy Guang, it's me, it's me. Don't you remember me? I'm that Chen Qing who controls the river. We even chatted at the Zephyr Platform last time. "
Looking at the fairy who was bending over to pour wine, Chen Qing's eyes lit up as he chatted.
That fairy pursed her lips and smiled. "I don't remember."
"It doesn't matter if you remember or not. After the banquet is over, I'll still be waiting for you at the Zephyr Platform. How about that?" Chen Qing grinned.
The fairy smiled and did not answer. She took the jade pot and left leisurely.
"There's a chance!" Chen Qing exclaimed, extremely excited.
Jian Wushuang, who had heard the entire conversation, smiled slightly. He picked up the cup of wine in his hand and took small sips.
As these fairies left, close to 30 fairies arrived on the clouds. They danced in the middle of the hall. Their flowing sleeves made from Derived Immortal power set off their graceful figures. It was extremely beautiful.
"Brother Jian, I see that you're quite young. Do you have a sweetheart? If you don't, why don't I play matchmaker for you?" Chen Qing approached with a cup of wine and a mysterious smile on his face.
"No need. You should worry about your own problems first. My heart already belongs to someone. I will never forget her." Jian Wushuang replied with a firm voice.
Hearing this, Chen Qing nodded. "Brother Jian's Dao heart is firm. No wonder you can ascend to the Derived Immortal Realm with such a temperament."
Jian Wushuang did not answer. Looking at the fairy dancing in front of him and the noise around him, he actually sat down.
Chen Qing did not know whether to laugh or cry. Across from Jian Wushuang, he drank a cup of wine with Chun Qiu and began to admire the dance.
Zhen Wuyang sat on the throne and looked at the little Emperor Emperor sitting beside him from time to time. He seemed to want to say something to ease the atmosphere. However, the little Emperor Emperor did not seem to feel it at all. He only drank cup after cup of wine.
In the end, Zhen Wuyang could not hold it in. He leaned over and asked softly, "Yan 'er, how have you been these years?"
"Emperor Father, I've been doing quite well." The little Emperor Emperor said calmly and did not continue.
"Isn't six days too far away? After this banquet is over, come and stay by my side." Zhen Wuyang looked at him and asked again.
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