The first tremor shook heaven and earth like the toll of a great bell. A surging tide swelled and rolled, rising from the Cosmic Edge Wilderness and sweeping from East to West, from South to North.
The second tremor shook heaven and earth. Years and Ti manifested for a brief mont, and an Immortal Dao Rhy perated everything. The starry sky fell silent as the surviving Demons raised their heads.
The third tremor shook heaven and earth. The Cosmos stretched, stars expanded, and the Great Wall that spanned the front of the Solar System grew even more vast and majestic.
Ancient Daoist patterns appeared upon it. Majestic City humd, and the Ancestor Star shone for the first ti, unleashing the divine splendor befitting an Origin Land!
On Dragon Tiger Mountain, the Celestial Master descended.
From the Demon Tomb, thirty-four Demon Saints stepped forth, erging from the depths to enter the Human World.
From the Earth Palace, an old man wreathed in Cyan Lotuses, his body adrift in the Yellow Springs Netherworld, strolled out.
One after another, Immortals and their divine rhys blood throughout the Great Cosmos!
The entire Ancestor Star fell silent for an instant, then erupted into a frenzy. High above the clouds, the Sanqing Temple also opened its gates. Profound Origin Fusheng walked out with a smile, looked down upon the world, and sat cross-legged, his personal Cause and Effect intertwining with that of the Ancestor Star.
The world had ascended, permitting Immortals to descend upon it.
Three tremors, three tolls of a bell, three great surging tides. They stirred up a thousand layers of waves in the starry sky and swept across the Ancestor Star.
But on the Ancestor Star, apart from a few transcendent research institutes, most people’s attention lingered on the world-shaking tremors for only a mont before shifting.
The reason was simple: today was the fifteenth day of the eighth month.
It was Lu Zi’s wedding day.
The Kongtong Mountain Range, Guangcheng Daoist Palace.
At this mont, the Daoist Palace was decorated with lights and strears. Red lanterns hung everywhere, but it was still sowhat quiet. After all, it was just past dawn. The wedding was imminent but had not yet begun.
The bride had already left and was waiting at her family’s ho. The groom stood at the entrance of the Daoist Palace, craning his neck in anticipation. Beside him, a middle-aged Daoist smiled.
"This must be the legacy left by Guangcheng Zi. I never expected you to hold your wedding here."
As he spoke, he glanced sideways at the Qing Xuan Daoist, who was shrouded in a mist of Chaos within the Daoist Palace. His eyes flickered as if with emotion, and he gave Qing Xuan a nod.
The latter perford a ticulous salute in return, remaining silent. The Chaos around his body churned a little more violently.
Lu Xuan didn’t notice this exchange. He simply gazed quietly at the entrance to the Kongtong Mountain Range and said with a smile:
"The invitations have been sent out. The guests will be arriving soon."
The middle-aged Daoist’s expression shifted, and he laughed.
"Xiaoxuan, today is your big day. This mountain range, though vast and undulating, is still a bit too drab..."
As he spoke, the middle-aged Daoist extended a finger and tapped it gently in the air.
VMMMM!
Although it was early autumn, a spring breeze suddenly blew, silently suffusing the entire Kongtong Mountain Range.
Imdiately, the pale yellow maple leaves scattered and vanished. New buds sprouted, and green grass flourished. The very species of trees throughout the Kongtong Mountain Range changed at their roots.
They all transford into peach trees.
And then, peach blossoms blood one after another.
The Kongtong Mountain Range stretched for a thousand miles, and for a thousand miles, peach blossoms blood. Petals drifted down, borne by the spring breeze, paving a long road.
This road of peach blossoms extended from the edge of the mountain range to the foot of Ancient Kongtong Mountain, then up to its peak, stopping right before the Daoist Palace’s entrance.
Lu Xuan turned to the side and perford a formal salute.
"Thank you, Second Master!"
"It is nothing." The middle-aged Daoist stroked his beard with a smile. "The guests have arrived. Go and welco them."
"Yes!"
A genuine smile on his face, Lu Xuan stepped onto a Qingyun. With a single stride, he landed at the edge of the mountain range.
In the great Daoist Palace, only the middle-aged Daoist and Qing Xuan remained.
The middle-aged Daoist glanced to the side and sighed softly.
"These past years... have you been well?"
"Very well."
The Qing Xuan Daoist perford a salute.
"Years have passed, tribulations have co and gone. The grand stage is set; we only await the right ti."
"As long as you are well," the middle-aged Daoist said softly. "Child, you have suffered. It is our fault."
The Qing Xuan Daoist smiled, waved his hand, and changed the subject.
"Today is a joyous day."
"Then let’s not speak of it."
The middle-aged Daoist nodded again, but he couldn’t resist. He walked forward, reached his hand into the mist of Chaos, and gently patted Qing Xuan’s head, repeating:
"You have suffered. It is our fault."
Qing Xuan smiled.
"I have never had any complaints."
... ...
「In the rift between worlds.」
"The montum is with us! We should enter the Human World now!"
A Wounded Immortal declared loudly, but was stopped by a Buddha.
"Be patient."
As he spoke, the Buddha opened his eyes, which pierced through to the Human World. He frowned and said:
"Interesting. Lu Xuan is actually getting married today..."
"Oh?" The Wounded Immortal smiled again. "Turning a joyous day into a day of mourning... his sorrow will be my joy. Wonderful, wonderful."
"This is Lu Xuan, after all—the Direct Lineage disciple of the one from Douluo Palace. It is best to be cautious." The Buddha narrowed his eyes slightly and gestured to the Three-Faced Evil Buddha at his side.
"You, assu human form and make a trip to the Human World. Go to the wedding banquet. After you’ve confird there are no abnormalities, we will descend."
"Yes." The Three-Faced Evil Buddha saluted this Celestial Realms Level Ancient Buddha, shed his three faces to take on a mortal form, and stepped into the world.
After he left, four Celestial Realms beings had gathered. The Wounded Immortal frowned:
"Aren’t we being too cautious? I still think we should strike with the force of a thunderbolt and end it in one blow."
"It’s better to be cautious. There’s a saying in the Human World: a steady hand steers the ship for ten thousand years," the Ancient Buddha said with a smile.
The Great Saint from the Demon Race at the side said nothing, rely listening. The other Daoist let out a sigh.
"Speaking of which, that Lu Xuan is technically my junior martial brother... When we do this, I will conceal my face... Are you certain the Dao Fruit cannot lay their eyes upon the Current World?"
"Of course," the Wounded Immortal chuckled. "Taigong, you worry too much. Why be like this?"
The old man, addressed respectfully as Taigong, was silent for a mont before shaking his head.
"I’m afraid my master will find out."
"And what if he does? That Lu Xuan is the disciple of Supre, not the disciple of the one from Jade Void."
"The Three Pristine Ones are originally one entity," Taigong sighed deeply. "I have failed my master. Just this once."
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