Chapter 331: The Fate White Dragon Appears; the Immortal Emperor Dissolves into the Calamity Qi [6k]

Since it involves creating a dreamt heavenly realm, naturally one must seek out a Great Luo practitioner of the Dream Dao.

Wu You was deeply interested in Xiang Xuanqing’s concept.

They exchanged opinions on the construction of the heavenly realm and discussed relevant details.

Finally, the topic turned back to the Underworld.

“The thirty-six Earth Sovereign positions you established have already found twelve destined individuals; Guangchengzi and others are cultivating them, and they should arrive in the Underworld soon.”

“Huh? So fast?”

Xiang Xuanqing was startled—he instinctively reached to calculate with his fingers, then suddenly remembered that the celestial mechanisms were now chaotic, and no results could be gleaned.

“Yes, finding so many destined ones at once—I even think it’s too coincidental.”

Meng Wu You mused: “Could it be that our Underworld is developing too rapidly, causing deities to spontaneously arise across the myriad realms?”

The Underworld has undergone multiple transformations and is now in a period of explosive growth.

A constant influx of ghosts is entirely reasonable.

“Still feels too coincidental,” Xiang Xuanqing mused, calculating repeatedly but finding no flaw.

Though the situation had progressed more smoothly than he expected, the current outcome clearly seemed beneficial.

“Could it be that someone’s scheme just happened to align with our Underworld’s plans?” Xiang Xuanqing guessed blindly—even he thought the reasoning absurd.

Yet precisely because it was absurd, it felt more credible.

“I wonder which benevolent soul did this—before long, all thirty-six Earth Sovereigns will be assembled.”

Xiang Xuanqing smiled: “After the Great Calamity passes, once we trace the true mastermind, we’ll have to award them something.”

“Our Underworld needs exactly this kind of anonymous benefactor.”

Meng Wu You laughed too.

At that moment, Xiang Xuanqing sensed two emerald lights streaking from the void—one racing toward Kunlun Mountain, the other hurtling straight toward the Underworld.

“Qing Niao?”

The Qing Niao descended from the clouds, circled the Ghost Gate for a moment, then presented a golden invitation.

“Your Majesty of the Underworld, a letter from the Queen Mother—please review.”

Xiang Xuanqing reached out and took it.

“What’s this?” Meng Wu You asked curiously.

Xiang Xuanqing snapped his fingers; the other golden invitation, bound for Kunlun Mountain, landed in Meng Wu You’s hand.

Both opened their letters at once—and burst into laughter: “Dong Hua Emperor has been revived?”

The golden invitation stated: To celebrate the resurrection of the Immortal Emperor, the Queen Mother of the Jade Pool plans to host a Pantao Banquet and cordially invites all Immortals to attend.

“Holding a Pantao Banquet now—really just to celebrate Dong Hua’s return?”

Meng Wu You frowned, studying the invitation: “Could this not be Hong Jun’s doing—using this as an excuse to gather everyone for some scheme?”

“Possible.”

Xiang Xuanqing chuckled: “But who cares? We’ll just go eat.”

Xiang Xuanqing immediately sent mental messages to Tai Shang, Yu Chen, and Ming He.

After all, the invitation sent to Kunlun Mountain was addressed to the Three Pure Ones.

The one sent to the Underworld was addressed to the Ghost Emperor.

Xiang Xuanqing would naturally attend as [Yuan Shi Tian Zun]; [Ghost Emperor of the Underworld] would be played by Ming He.

“I wonder if they’ve reached an agreement yet.”

Qilin Sacred Cliff.

Amidst the polite exchanges of the divine lords, Zu Long and Tai Shang departed.

“Alas, I never expected the Qilin Clan to be so pragmatic—they agreed without hesitation!” Zu Long said with regret.

Their farewell was unusually smooth.

After stating their purpose, every member of the Qilin Clan unanimously approved the alliance resolution.

“Isn’t that normal?”

Tai Shang said: “They’ve just endured a genocidal assault by the Ferocious Beasts—they’re surely focused entirely on revenge.”

“Friend, you seem so disappointed—do you have some other plan?” Tai Shang glanced deeply at Zu Long, probing.

“Ah? Of course not, of course not.”

Zu Long laughed awkwardly: “I just think it’s too smooth—I feel uneasy.”

If possible, Zu Long had hoped Shǐ Qilin’s mind wasn’t so sharp—so he could exploit the moment to suppress them, preparing for future schemes.

Unfortunately, that was merely fantasy.

Tiannan, Fenghuang Terrace.

The Fenghuang Clan warmly hosted Fu Xi and Ming He.

They even specially invited the two Taiwei deities to watch a dance and music performance.

“Dear Taiwei friends, you’ve come to the right place to ally with us Fenghuang!”

Every elder of the Fenghuang Clan declared: “Our Fenghuang Clan is radiant and majestic, never fearing sacrifice, and most devoted to peace.”

“For the sake of Hong Huang’s myriad beings, even if we perish and our clan is wiped out, we will not hesitate!”

This spirit of fearless sacrifice deeply moved Ming He—he sighed: “I’ve only heard tales of the Fenghuang Clan’s peerless benevolence, willing to sacrifice themselves for all beings.”

“Today I see it’s no mere legend.”

“With your help, we will surely annihilate the Ferocious Beasts completely!”

Seeing Ming He’s sincerity, the Fenghuang elders immediately voiced their support: “For the peace of Hong Huang!”

Ming He solemnly replied: “For the peace of Hong Huang!”

The negotiations proceeded flawlessly, with Ming He engaging warmly with the Fenghuang elders throughout.

Fu Xi said almost nothing, entirely absorbed in watching the performance.

“Friend, isn’t it beautiful? Our clan chief personally choreographed it.”

The White Crane Elder chuckled: “When the Demon King came to Tiannan, he had to watch two full acts before leaving!”

After watching the performance, Ming He, having conversed merrily with the elders, finally took his leave.

“Friend, let’s meet again in three thousand years!”

“Three thousand years it is!”

After leaving Tiannan, Ming He received Xiang Xuanqing’s message.

【Immortal Emperor has been revived?】

Ming He calculated with his fingers—the Pantao Banquet’s timing was brief and wouldn’t interfere with the upcoming Wanzu Assembly.

He happily decided to travel to the Immortal Realm for a free feast.

“Friend, we have something to attend to—you return to Taiwei.”

“Alright.”

Fu Xi and Ming He parted ways.

Eastern Sea Dragon Palace.

Nu Wa and Yuan Huang met a deity they hadn’t expected.

“You are the fourth progenitor of the Dragon Clan—Bai Long?”

“Indeed!”

Within the Palace of Fate, a breathtakingly ethereal goddess stood silently.

She stood atop the clouds, her silver-white hair cascading like a waterfall; her amber vertical pupils glowed like molten amber, adorned at the corners with two pearl-white dragon scales, and when her gaze shifted, it seemed as if rivers of stars flowed within.

The goddess’s aura was like a solitary orchid in a deep valley; her long robe swayed with the wind, fluttering like snow swirling in a gust.

Bai Long looked at the two visitors and smiled gently: “You’ve come at an inconvenient time—my elder brothers and third sister are all away; I’ll handle the alliance matters.”

Nu Wa and Yuan Huang exchanged glances and nodded slightly: “Very well!”

Chang Liu Mountain.

Jie Yin and Zhun Ti’s Dao bodies, [Bai Dishaohao], stood side by side.

They gazed at a receding streak of moonlight, lingering on the mountain peak for a long while.

“Finally gone,” Jie Yin exhaled.

He frowned: “This Taiyin friend seems suspicious of Chang Liu Mountain—could she have sensed something?”

“No.”

[Bai Dishaohao] explained: “A deity from Taiwei Yuan has made a guess—Taiyin likely came seeking confirmation, testing us.”

Bai Dishaohao showed Jie Yin the meeting notes sent back by his true self.

Jie Yin couldn’t help but laugh bitterly: “That’s too imaginative.”

To be fair, had he not known that Shao Hao was his younger brother’s disguise, he too might have suspected a connection to Tai Hao.

Jie Yin shook his head and assumed the form of the Gamble Immortal.

He looked at Bai Dishaohao and said: “You watch over Chang Liu Mountain—I’m going to the Immortal Realm.”

“Alright!”

Eastern Lands, Ten Directions Divine Hall.

After Yu Chen Dao Jun saw Tai Yi off, he greeted Meng Zhang and directly departed for the Immortal Realm.

He didn’t know that after leaving here, Tai Yi changed into an Immortal’s attire, turned a different direction, and also headed for the Immortal Realm.

The Nine Heavens of the Immortal Dao, the Immortal Realm.

The Peach Banquet convened as scheduled.

Immortals from all worlds entered the Immortal Court through the Ascension Platform.

Several newly ascended immortals, upon arriving in the Immortal Realm, asked the Reception Messenger for details: “Brother Daoist, this is our first time in the Immortal Court—we don’t know the customs. May we ask who has been invited to this year’s Peach Banquet?”

The Reception Messenger shook his head: “You’ve asked the wrong person—I don’t know the rules for this year’s Peach Banquet either.”

The newly ascended immortals puzzledly asked: “Are you also new here?”

“Not at all. This is the first time the Immortal Realm has held a Peach Banquet—there are no precedents to follow.”

The Reception Messenger: “If you wish to know the details, you must ask the Green Bird Immortal.”

At that moment, the Green Bird Immortal was passing by atop auspicious clouds, and the assembled immortals immediately began speaking loudly.

They occasionally cast glances toward the Green Bird, fearing she might not notice them.

The Green Bird descended from the clouds and said: “Brothers Daoist, feel free to ask directly.”

“Hehe, Green Bird Daoist, we pay our respects!”

Several immortals stepped forward and asked which great immortals would attend.

The Green Bird Immortal replied: “This is our Immortal Realm’s grand gathering—we naturally invite every immortal, great or small.”

“From the Earth Immortal lineage: the Central Primordial Spirit Elder—the guide-immortal Ginseng Fruit. From the Human Immortal lineage: the Eastern Azure Spirit Elder—the figurine-immortal Feng Li Xi.”

“From the Golden Immortal lineage: the Western Radiant Spirit Elder—the gambling-stone-immortal Zhunti Dao Ren (Jie Yin). From the Profound Immortal lineage: the Northern Five Spirit Elder—the barbecue-immortal Nan Hua Zhen Ren.”

“And the Southern Dan Spirit Elder—the chariot accident—ahem, chariot-immortal. These are our Five Directions’ Five Elders.”

The Green Bird continued: “Also present: the Divine Immortal lineage’s welfare-immortal; the Ghost Immortal lineage’s Lord of the Netherworld; the Heavenly Immortal lineage’s Three Pure Ones.”

“The scattered cultivators of the Ten Isles, Three Islands, and Western Kunlun—all are former subordinates of the Immortal Emperor and Queen Mother, belonging to the True Immortal lineage.”

“The Celestial Official Emperor—the Cosmos Immortal; the Earthly Official Emperor—the Yin-Yang Immortal; the Water Official Emperor—the Tortoise-Snake Immortal—these are the Great Luo immortals we must invite.”

After the Green Bird finished introducing all the great immortals of the Immortal Realm, the newly ascended immortals finally realized how formidable the Immortal Realm’s strength truly was.

Instantly, their faces glowed with pride, their hearts swelling with boundless grandeur, as if they themselves had earned the glory.

“By the way, will our Daoist Path’s two founding ancestors come?” the immortals pressed on.

The Green Bird replied: “That’s hard to say.”

“The founding ancestors of the Daoist Path are elusive—even if they come, our low cultivation levels would prevent us from seeing them.”

“That’s true,” the immortals sighed faintly.

“If we could meet the Dao Ancestor, our lives would be complete.”

The Reception Messenger chuckled: “Enough. Come with me to the Yao Terrace Immortal Palace—perhaps we’ll actually see the Dao Ancestor there!”

Upon entering the venue, there were countless pearl-adorned palaces and ten thousand halls of jade towers and jade pavilions.

Fragrant incense curled in spirals, auspicious mists shimmered in dazzling hues; jade terraces were adorned with colorful knots, treasure pavilions exuded misty radiance. Phoenixes soared and phoenixes danced in ethereal forms; golden flowers and jade calyxes floated and sank. Five-colored gilded tables, thousands of jade and emerald basins.

Endless delicacies of a hundred flavors, endless nectar and jade wine.

Moments later, dragon banners and phoenix carriages radiated auspicious light; precious banners and ceremonial standards drifted with blessed aura; divine music and mysterious chants resonated beautifully; jade flutes and jade pipes rang high and clear.

An immortal official cried out:

“The Holy Presence arrives!”

Amid the eager anticipation of the assembled immortals, the Queen Mother of the Jade Pool and the Eastern Prince Hua appeared within the grand hall.

Upon the right imperial throne, the Queen Mother of the Jade Pool wore an imperial crown, elegant and noble, dignified and refined; her gaze was calm and gentle, filling the immortals with the warmth of spring. Upon the left imperial throne, the Eastern Prince Hua wore an imperial crown, his smile warm and unthreatening.

Soon after, golden bells rang spontaneously, jade chimes sounded, and an immortal official arrived to report.

“All immortals have arrived!”

Outside the Southern Heavenly Gate, divine scenery and phoenix carriages, nine-radiant jeweled canopies; divine music and wondrous chants echoed; scattered treasure flowers, true incense wafted.

The Five Directions’ Five Elders, the Three Officials, the Three Pure Ones, and nearly all great immortals arrived simultaneously.

“We pay our respects to the Immortal Emperor and Queen Mother!”

The immortals bowed.

“No need for such formalities, please take your seats!”

The Eastern Prince Hua, having just been resurrected, was in exceptionally high spirits.

“Congratulations on your return, Immortal Emperor! This is a small gift from the Three Pure Ones.”

Xiang Xuanqing produced a jade tray, upon which twelve translucent, sparkling immortal apricots were arranged, each inscribed with patterns of wind and thunder laws.

During his travels outside, Yuchen Dao Jun had discovered a primordial spiritual root—the Immortal Apricot Tree.

Though not a supreme spiritual root, it was still an excellent one; its apricots naturally contained the Great Laws of Wind and Thunder, marvelously wondrous.

“Thank you, Three Pure Ones!” The Eastern Prince Hua’s smile grew even brighter.

When he ascended the throne, it was the Three Pure Ones who first expressed their support and presented him with the imperial crown, robe, and seal.

When he died, it was Taishang Dao Jun who went to great lengths to retrieve him.

Now that he had returned from death, it was again the Three Pure Ones who offered blessings and gifts.

Thinking of the Three Pure Ones’ unwavering support, the Eastern Prince Hua felt touched.

He ordered an immortal official to receive the gift.

Seeing the Three Pure Ones’ offering, the great immortals all began generously presenting their own gifts.

Taiyi and Di Jun presented the Eastern Prince Hua with two golden fish fortune pouches.

“Immortal Emperor, these are newly developed fortune-transferring items from our welfare-immortal guild—the Carp Fortune Pouches.”

“If worn consistently, they bring good fortune!”

The Eastern Prince Hua immediately became interested: “Do they work on Great Luo Golden Immortals too?”

“Of course!”

Di Jun swore solemnly: “These were custom-made for the Immortal Emperor!”

“Good, good, good!”

The Eastern Prince Hua said “good” three times—he truly needed this pouch.

After all, he had been genuinely unlucky.

Otherwise, in the Starry Sky Battle, why were all others merely wounded while he was utterly destroyed?

“Immortal Emperor, this is the most valuable treasure from the gambling-stone pavilion—the Nine-Apertures Luminous Immortal Stone!”

Jie Yin produced one of his treasured items and presented it to the Eastern Prince Hua.

“This object possesses a powerful ability: it generates a body identical to your original one—a superb treasure for avoiding death and prolonging life!”

“Me too! Me too!”

The Water Official Emperor Zhenwu stepped forward and handed over a gourd: “This is a Tortoise-Snake Entwined Pill I brewed myself—it ensures survival!”

The Eastern Prince Hua stared at Zhenwu in surprise: “You brewed this yourself?”

“Of course!”

Zhenwu laughed loudly: “Didn’t our Immortal Court open the Scripture Library? I studied Taishang Dao Jun’s pill manuals and gained much insight.”

“This Tortoise-Snake Entwined Pill is my latest achievement.”

“I see!” The Eastern Prince Hua immediately relaxed upon hearing it was brewed from Taishang’s pill manuals.

Taishang’s products are always top-tier.

“This is our barbecue stall’s special spice blend,” Kunpeng chuckled as he gave the Eastern Prince Hua a jar of unique seasoning.

The Eastern Prince Hua asked: “What is its effect?”

Kunpeng said: “If sprinkled on a corpse, it preserves its freshness.”

“Even if the body is corrupted or destroyed by the Great Law of a Great Luo Sovereign, sprinkling this spice will rapidly restore it!”

The Eastern Prince Hua listened, feeling something was off—but couldn’t quite place it.

“We Earth Immortals have nothing fine to offer—how about I give you a down-to-earth gift?”

Saying this, the Ginseng Fruit Tree produced an unnamed tombstone.

“If the Immortal Emperor dies upon the earth, this stone will be useful.”

“What use?” the Eastern Prince Hua asked curiously.

“This stone creates a grand tomb-secret realm right where you die, burying you within it.”

“Immortal Emperor, these are seeds of the Netherworld’s Bianhua and bottles of Yellow Spring Water,” Ming He presented a box of Bianhua seeds and a vial of Yellow Spring Water to the Eastern Prince Hua: “If you face another life-or-death crisis, swallow these seeds with the Yellow Spring Water.”

“Will drinking it let me reincarnate in the Netherworld?” the Eastern Prince Hua asked.

“If I drink this, will I be reborn in the Netherworld?” Dong Hua asked.

Ming He said: “Drink it, and after death, your body will be covered in vibrant Bian flowers—making your death more dignified.”

Mingheshuo ：“ Hexiata ， Daoyousihoushenshangjiunengzhangmanxianyandebianhua ， Zheyangsidetimianyidian 。”

The Eastern Prince Hua thought for a moment, then still accepted the gift.

After all, it was a Netherworld specialty—perhaps it could reveal some profound insight into life and death.

“Brother Daoist, I have nothing valuable to offer—so I’ll give you a figurine.”

Nv Wa presented the Eastern Prince Hua with a miniature zhenren figurine.

“Once you establish a connection with this figurine, it can die in your place!”

The Eastern Prince Hua finally smiled—finally, a normal gift.

“Of course, there is one drawback: you must safeguard this figurine carefully.”

Nv Wa warned: “If the figurine is destroyed prematurely, you will die in its place.”

“？？？” The Eastern Prince Hua’s eyes widened.

“？？？” Donghua Emperor stared in disbelief.

What the hell is this?

This substitute-death item is bidirectional?

The Eastern Emperor suddenly didn’t want it anymore.

If this is linked to me, wouldn’t that just give me a fatal weakness?

At that moment, Xiang Xuanqing smiled: “This item can also be used against enemies.”

These words instantly awakened Dong Hua.

Of course! Giving it to enemies is perfect!

Whoever you don’t like, just link them, then smash this figurine—problem solved!

“Friend, you’re truly brilliant!”

This isn’t a substitute-death figurine—it’s a curse figurine!

Dong Hua accepted the gift with great satisfaction.

Nv Wa also received insight.

【Using it this way really does seem to be the correct application!】

“This is my gift—the Escape Golden Chariot, it runs incredibly fast!”

Xi He exclaimed excitedly: “As long as the Immortal Emperor possesses it, he’ll become the new God of Chariots!”

“This is my gift.”

“And mine too!”

“Immortal Emperor, you’ll definitely love this gift.”

The great immortals all sincerely presented their congratulations.

Most were items that could save one’s life.

【With these things, the Immortal Emperor could die over a dozen times—we’re certain he won’t fail in the coming Beast Catastrophe!】

After all, this Immortal Emperor was chosen by all of us; he can’t just die at the first major calamity.

Otherwise, who will take the blame for us later?

The casual manner of the great immortals left the lesser immortals bewildered.

“Do we always give gifts like this in the Immortal Court?”

“Don’t we avoid anything taboo?”

“This is way too direct!”

The lesser immortals couldn’t understand why the Immortal Emperor joyfully accepted gifts that were all about survival and fortune reversal.

Could the Immortal Emperor be so incredibly unlucky that he’s already prone to dissolving into calamity energy?

The lesser immortals couldn’t get an answer to this now.

But everyone filed it away in their minds.

From this incident, it was clear that nothing was taboo in the Immortal Court.

Even in such a solemn occasion, the great immortals were relaxed and had few formalities.

This atmosphere was quite pleasant.

“I have a bell to give the Immortal Emperor!”

BOOM BOOM BOOM!!

Boundless demonic energy gathered outside the Southern Heavenly Gate.

Amidst the clouds, demonic shadows loomed heavily, banners flapping fiercely.

Luo Hou arrived at the Immortal Realm, leading the Heavenly Demonic Kings.

“Demon Ancestor Luo Hou!”

All the immortals rose abruptly.

Dong Hua’s smile vanished; he frowned toward the Southern Heavenly Gate.

“Friend Luo Hou, our Immortal Realm’s Pantao Banquet didn’t invite you, did it?”

Luo Hou laughed loudly: “I heard of Dong Hua’s resurrection and came specially to congratulate you—surely the Immortal Realm doesn’t welcome me?”

Yin Yang, Qian Kun, and Dian Dao stepped forward, arriving outside the Southern Heavenly Gate, watching Luo Hou with wary expressions.

“Friend, are you truly here to attend the banquet, or to cause trouble?”

Having just survived a life-or-death battle, they didn’t believe Luo Hou had good intentions.

Facing the immortals’ doubts, Luo Hou shook his head: “Friends, what do you mean? Am I a great demon who enjoys causing chaos?”

“Don’t attribute Shen Ni’s actions to me.”

Luo Hou declared solemnly: “I, Luo Hou, have always acted with integrity. I came here to congratulate—nothing more.”

With a wave of his right hand, auspicious clouds and blessed mist coalesced into a golden bell.

“This is a primordial spiritual treasure—the Jingyun Bell!”

“How about it? Do you believe my intentions now?” Luo Hou looked proudly at the three immortals.

But how did he get this bell?

No need to ask—it was stolen, of course!

Taken from Hong Jun, used for the Immortal Path.

Very reasonable!

Indeed, after seeing the bell, Qian Kun and the others seemed to recognize it; their lips twitched slightly.

Bringing stolen goods as a gift and claiming you’re not here to cause trouble?

“Friend has traveled far—how could the Immortal Court refuse to welcome you?”

At that moment, a distant, ethereal voice echoed through the void.

A Daoist holding a bamboo staff appeared before Luo Hou.

“Dao Zu!”

The immortals’ expressions shifted slightly.

Hong Jun smiled at Luo Hou: “Friend, shall we enter together?”

Luo Hou burst into laughter: “Old Daoist, you’re still as straightforward as ever!”

He deliberately struck the Jingyun Bell.

The clear chime rang out in all directions.

“How’s this gift?” Luo Hou asked with a grin.

Hong Jun glanced at it, then nodded slightly: “A fine treasure!”

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