PDLP Chapter 32 The Southern Heavenly Gate Opens, the Immortals Are Terrified
Chapter 32 The Southern Heavenly Gate Opens, the Immortals Are Terrified
The second matter concerns the Three Sovereigns of the Human Race.
Of course, this matter has nothing to do with Haotian directly. But if Nuwa wanted her brother Fuxi to be reincarnated, she had to send him into the Six Paths of Reincarnation.
The Goddess Pingxin of the Six Paths of Reincarnation is an incarnation of Houtu of the Wu Clan, and she is not so friendly to the demon race.
Nuwa hoped that Haotian could accompany her and say a few words to Lady Pingxin, since Haotian and Pingxin had already formed an alliance, so he would have some influence over her.
After careful consideration, Goddess Nuwa stepped onto a cloud and drifted towards the Heavenly Court.
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When cultivators from all sides arrived at the South Heavenly Gate, they were all awestruck by the aura emanating from the gate.
There stood a massive and ancient gate, seemingly cutting across the heavens, towering majestically in the southern sky, its grandeur and magnificence ever-changing.
As the door opened and closed slightly, one could hear terrifying, forbidden beings hidden deep within, with countless ancient gods and demons chanting softly, and endless Dao flowing ceaselessly within.
Upon closer inspection of the portal: ancient, sacred, vast… it exudes an aura of terror, surrounded by forbidden forces of destiny, fate, and karma. It seems to exist eternally, transcending all, the very foundation and source of everything…
All the immortals were horrified: This is... the Southern Heavenly Gate?
Just as they were in shock, a gentle voice came from behind them.
"Fellow Daoists, the Peach Banquet is about to begin. Please proceed to the Heavenly Court."
The crowd looked in the direction of the voice and saw a kind-faced old man gesturing slightly to them, with a young man in golden armor standing beside him, exuding an aloof air and looking down on them with disdain.
The immortals' pupils immediately contracted.
That old man—Venus.
Don't be fooled by his kind and amiable appearance at this moment; Venus is the Venus Star Lord, whose nature is to kill and wield power.
Venus represents the essence of metal in the west, symbolizing a high-ranking official or a great general.
During the Lich Wars, Venus was already a renowned veteran Quasi-Saint with unfathomable cultivation. After severing one of his corpses, his combat power was astonishing.
The golden-armored youth beside him was even more remarkable—Lu Ya, the crown prince of the ancient Heavenly Court, a quasi-saint with the bloodline of the three-legged golden crow. He had just fought the Heavenly Emperor for several rounds and, though defeated, was still honorable.
The Heavenly Court actually had these two powerful beings personally greet the guests?
The immortals looked at each other, unsure of what to think.
Venus smiled and waved his hand. Immediately, a group of fairies emerged from the South Heavenly Gate, their robes fluttering and their demeanor graceful. They began to lead the cultivators from all directions into the Heavenly Court.
Ordinary cultivators were led by fairies, while those renowned powerful figures were personally greeted by Venus, to show the Heavenly Court's respect.
As for Lu Ya, he continued to guard the South Heavenly Gate. Seeing him standing there with a cold and solemn expression, others dared not say anything and simply walked around him from a distance.
Lu Ya had no complaints about this.
Despite having his Chaos Bell stolen by Haotian and being severely injured, he saw hope in this new Heavenly Court—the hope of achieving enlightenment.
Venus has already informed him of the plan for the "Great Array of Transformation of the Celestial Stars".
As the crown prince of the demon race, Lu Ya was well aware of the immense karma he carried. Only by continuously accumulating merit to cleanse his karma could he have any chance of advancing further.
Furthermore, he had already sensed the abnormality in the Heavenly Court—the Daoist aura permeating the Heavenly Court, the faint aura of taboo, all indicated that Haotian was hiding even deeper trump cards.
Perhaps, staying here will not only cleanse my karma, but also allow me to explore the secrets of the Primordial Chaos.
If I were to leave the Heavenly Court, not only would I face karmic retribution, but my future would also be predictable, and I probably wouldn't even be able to match the strength of my uncle and father. Rather than that, I might as well take a gamble.
Lu Ya raised his eyes and looked into the depths of the Heavenly Court, his gaze profound.
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Upon entering the Southern Heavenly Gate, the immortals were once again awestruck by the rich Taoist aura emanating from the Heavenly Court.
The profound Taoist aura was so strong that it seemed as if a great being was sitting in the void preaching the Tao, and every gesture contained the Tao and the principles, which captivated people's hearts and minds.
One of the rogue cultivators sighed in a low voice, "A hundred days of arduous cultivation outside the Heavenly Court is not as good as one day of meditation here in the Heavenly Court!" This rich Taoist atmosphere far surpasses that of ordinary blessed lands.
Those rogue cultivators who had refused the Heavenly Court's offer of recruitment wished they could slap themselves—why didn't they join when they were recruited? If they had been cultivating in the Heavenly Court until now, they would probably have already broken through a realm.
Not to mention the Daoist rhyme, each of the thirty-six palaces and seventy-two halls contains an even richer Daoist rhyme, with various Daoist inscriptions engraved between the beams and pillars, sometimes bright and sometimes dim, breathing out boundless immortal energy, as if they were breathing.
Like the Dou Niu Palace, the aura of creation permeates the air, as if all things in heaven and earth could be conceived here;
Qionghua Palace exudes an aura of order that commands respect.
The Lingxiao Palace, imbued with an aura of eternity, stands majestic and solemn, inviolable.
The scenes were so astonishing, like a magnificent and undulating primordial scroll.
Above the heavens, golden clouds covered the sky, densely covering the horizon, boundless and sacred. From within these endless golden clouds, auspicious omens descended, sprinkling upon the thirty-six palaces and seventy-two halls of the Heavenly Court.
The thirty-six palaces and seventy-two halls seemed to merge into one whole, blending with the thirty-three heavens, containing glory, order, disaster, chaos, eternity, creation, origin, truth... encompassing everything, with heaven and earth contained within.
The immortals were so shocked that they could not recover for a long time. When they came to their senses, they found themselves led by fairies to the altar where the Peach Banquet was being held.
Sendai is also magnificent—the ground is covered with splendid clouds, the sky is filled with a dazzling Milky Way, countless stars shine, the sun and moon rise together, and they cast down their clear light.
Jade tables were placed on the cloud beds, surrounded by spiritual energy and shimmering with celestial light. But compared to the magnificent Heavenly Court they had just seen, they were nothing.
Fairies moved among them, guiding cultivators from all sides to their seats.
Those unknown rogue cultivators could only sit on the edge of the platform, gazing at the center from afar. Following them were renowned cultivators from the Three Mountains and Five Peaks, and the Four Seas and Eight Desolations, residing in the middle row. Further ahead were the great powers famous throughout the primordial world, each occupying a seat within a cloud formation.
The cloud formations at the very front were set up for several top-tier experts.
At the very top is the main seat—the seat of honor for the Heavenly Emperor Haotian and the Queen Mother Yaochi.
On both sides, there are six seats that are level with the main seat, lined up in a row, creating an impressive sight.
The immortals gasped in astonishment.
Whose seats are those six?
Needless to say, the immortals already had their answer—the Six Sages.
They never expected that Haotian would place the Six Sages below him. This was clearly a declaration: I am on equal footing with the Sages.
Although Haotian did indeed slay a saint, he only accomplished that with the help of the Zhou Tian Star Array and the burning of ancient stars. In terms of his own combat strength alone, he was probably far from reaching the saint level.
How dare he do that?
Are you really not afraid of offending the Six Sages?
The immortals exchanged bewildered glances, their hearts filled with doubt and uncertainty. But having already taken their seats, none dared to utter a word, silently awaiting the start of the grand feast.