SWDnovel Chapter 560 Saints Descend One After Another!
Chapter 560 Saints Descend One After Another!
Inside the Lingxiao Palace, the aura of creation, like spring water, permeated every inch of the void.
The seat of a sage is naturally located at the very top of the main hall, above all those with great supernatural powers, overlooking all living beings.
With a gentle expression, the sage Nuwa slowly ascended the steps amidst the gazes of all the immortals and gods in the hall, heading towards her sacred seat.
The moment he sat down, the entire celestial court's fortune resonated subtly, as if a dragon's roar came from the nine heavens.
The divine light of creation cascaded down like a waterfall, and auspicious energy spread throughout the hall. The immortals in the hall felt their minds clear and their Dao hearts more stable.
Haotian and Yaochi exchanged a glance, a barely suppressed joy flashing in their eyes.
With the presence of a sage, the significance of this Peach Banquet was fully established.
Yu sat upright in his seat, gazing at the figure of the sage Nuwa, his expression solemn, filled with heartfelt respect.
Chen Changsheng stood to one side of the main hall, his divine robes radiating a restrained light, yet exuding an aura of unapproachability that commanded respect. No one dared to linger their gaze on him.
At that moment, the sky outside the palace suddenly changed color.
The once peaceful sea of clouds was torn apart by an immense and boundless majesty, surging and retreating to both sides.
In the void, golden lotuses emerged from nothingness, dazzling and radiant, each petal flowing with pure and ethereal light.
The celestial light poured down from beyond the thirty-third heaven, illuminating the entire Southern Heavenly Gate, carrying an absolute will that was high above and in accordance with the will of Heaven.
Inside the main hall, the immortals of the Chan Sect were invigorated.
Guang Chengzi suddenly stood up, his eyes gleaming.
Sun, who was detained, breathed a sigh of relief, as the gloom that had been weighing on his mind was swept away.
"Master has arrived."
Chi Jingzi said in a low voice, his voice filled with barely suppressed awe.
As soon as the words were spoken, the Nine Dragons Incense Chariot crushed the void and slowly drove into the Heavenly Court's territory.
The Primordial Celestial Venerable sat upright on his chariot, his face hidden in the endless Jade Purity Celestial Light, as if separated by eternity, unfathomable.
He did not deliberately release his aura, but the unique charm of a saint made all the immortals in the hall unconsciously lower their heads.
"Welcome, Primordial Sage!"
Inside the Lingxiao Palace, the immortals shouted in unison, their voices shaking the heavens.
Haotian and Yaochi both rose to greet him personally, giving the Jade Purity Saint the utmost respect.
The Primordial Celestial Venerable's gaze was indifferent as he swept across the entire hall, finally pausing for a moment on Chen Changsheng.
In an instant, Chen Changsheng felt an ancient mountain crash down on his primordial spirit.
He did not back down.
The Primordial Golden Immortal's aura and the Heavenly Laws Chains operated simultaneously, his body surging with divine light, forcefully withstanding that gaze.
A strange light flashed in Yuanshi Tianzun's eyes, but he said nothing.
There was another person following him.
The man was dressed in a Taoist robe, his face was gaunt, and there was a strange and mysterious aura of two completely different things about him: Nirvana and Jade Purity.
He was none other than the Vice Leader of the Chan Sect, the Ancestor Randeng.
His appearance caused many powerful figures in the hall to pause slightly in their gaze.
The Styx Ancestor sneered and muttered to himself, making no attempt to hide the sarcasm in his words: "This old thing is getting worse with age, willingly following Yuanshi as a lackey."
Zhen Yuanzi frowned, but didn't reply; he just watched quietly.
Randeng remained calm and oblivious to the gazes around him as he followed Yuanshi Tianzun into the hall.
Guang Chengzi and the others had already stepped forward to greet them and respectfully paid their respects.
"Disciple pays respects to Master, and to Teacher Randeng."
The Primordial Celestial Venerable nodded slightly, his voice ethereal like the music of the heavens: "Take a seat."
Having said that, he walked straight to the sacred seat at the very top of the main hall, facing Nuwa across the distance.
Randeng sat down at the very front of the Chan Sect seats, closing his eyes to rest, as if the commotion in the hall had nothing to do with him.
As soon as Yuanshi Tianzun took his seat, the atmosphere in the hall suddenly became somber.
Everyone knows that the Jade Purity Sage values rules and hierarchy above all else.
Sun glanced at Chen Changsheng with a cold smile.
With our master here, let's see how long this brat can keep up his arrogance.
Chen Changsheng remained calm, seemingly unaware of the hostility emanating from the Chan Sect.
He only holds the Heavenly Rules, and only recognizes the word "rules." If a sage abides by the rules, he will treat him with courtesy; if he does not abide by the rules—before the Heavenly Rules, he will treat everyone equally.
Just as the Primordial Celestial Venerable had taken his seat and the immortals in the hall were still calming down, the void outside the hall once again trembled violently.
This time, there were no golden lotuses emerging from the ground, and no auspicious omens descending.
There was only one sword aura.
A supreme sword aura that tears apart heaven and earth and severs eternity.
The sword energy cleaved down from the depths of chaos, pointing straight at the Heavenly Court, its sharpness carrying an unyielding arrogance and domineering nature.
The myriad immortals of the Jie Sect instantly erupted in excitement.
Daoist Duobao suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze flashing with a sharp light.
Zhao Gongming burst into laughter and stood up abruptly from his seat.
"Master has arrived!"
The three sisters of Sanxiao spoke in unison, their eyes filled with barely suppressed excitement.
Chen Changsheng's heart skipped a beat, and he looked sharply towards the outside of the hall.
This sword intent that is so familiar to the bone, this domineering protectiveness that goes against reason—who else could it be but the Tongtian Cult Master?
The atmosphere inside the Lingxiao Palace was instantly pushed to its peak by this sword energy.
Everyone understood that the real highlight of today's Peach Banquet was about to begin.
Yuanshi Tianzun frowned slightly and looked outside the hall.
The sage Nuwa, however, revealed a smile of anticipation, sitting leisurely and with great interest.
The sword energy pierced through the air and exploded outside the South Heavenly Gate, transforming into countless green sword shadows.
The fierce killing aura swept across the sky, and those loose immortals with slightly weaker cultivation felt suffocated, as if an invisible sword was hanging over their throats.
But the disciples of the Jie Sect felt as if they were bathed in a spring breeze, and they all stood tall and proud, their morale soaring.
Standing in the hall, Chen Changsheng felt reassured as he sensed the distant protection of the Shangqing Qi.
He knew that as long as the Tongtian Sect Leader was present, no one in the Heavenly Court could bully the weak.
Amidst the myriad sword shadows, the figure of the Tongtian Sect Leader slowly emerged.
He wore a blue Taoist robe, with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, and his demeanor was unruly.
He had no mount or attendants; he simply carried the Qingping Sword and stepped through the air.
With each step, the void of the Heavenly Court emitted a hum that seemed to groan under immense pressure. It was the purest form of swordsmanship, the domineering force that seized every last chance of survival, and the arrogant pride of unparalleled supremacy throughout the ages.
Haotian took a deep breath and stood up again.
He knew all too well that this Shangqing Sage's temper was far more fiery than that of the Yuqing Sage. If anyone displeased him, he wouldn't care about the Heavenly Court's reputation; he would draw his sword and strike.
Inside the Lingxiao Palace, countless eyes were focused on that figure in cyan.
The Master of Heaven has arrived.
His steps appeared leisurely and slow, but in reality, each step was incredibly precise, and in the blink of an eye, he had crossed the South Heavenly Gate and arrived at the entrance of the Lingxiao Palace.
The law enforcement generals guarding outside the hall were forced to retreat repeatedly by that invisible sword intent, unable to maintain their footing at all.
Yuan Hong gripped the iron rod tightly, his eyes filled with both awe and a burning fervor.
This is the master's master, this is the Tongtian Saint of the Jie Sect.
This kind of domineering aura is the true demeanor of a sage!
The Tongtian Sect Leader stopped in his tracks, his gaze neither falling upon the lofty Haotian nor upon the seated Yuanshi Tianzun and Nuwa.
His gaze immediately fell upon Chen Changsheng.
A hint of undisguised admiration flashed in those deep, star-like eyes.
"Chang Sheng, you did well today."
The voice of the Tongtian Sect Leader was not loud, but it clearly resounded throughout the entire Lingxiao Palace and reached the ears of every immortal and god.
These words were like a sharp slap in the face, landing squarely on some people's cheeks.
In the lecture hall, Sun's face instantly turned ashen.
The Western Sect disciples shrank back, not daring to utter a sound.
They all understood.
This is the Tongtian Sect Leader backing up Chen Changsheng, not even bothering to cover it up.