Ivory Cloud Heavenly Palace.
"Haha, little boy Xu, to think you're still alive, I even prepared myself to mourn at your death after I left my seclusion!"
"Ho ho, this old man can still manage a few millenniums. To think that the old Patriarch of the Stardust Heavenly Pavilion would actually leave seclusion! This junior is delighted to witness it! Ho ho..."
"All these old fogies left their closed chambers to congratulate her highness the Saintess, how can I miss such a grand ceremony? It's not that frequent one can venture into the longevity fest of a Nine-Tails Divine Fox!" The Stardust Heavenly Pavilion Patriarch laughed heartily.
"Come! Come! Let us go in! Haha, I, Wang Li, haven't shamed my ancestors!" The Patriarch of the Stardust Heavenly Pavilion, Wang Li, ushered his junior martial brother to enter the domain gate leading into the Ivory Cloud Heavenly Palace.
The starry sky that stretched infinitely near the domain gate had a festive atmosphere. Guests from high and low status flocked in troves, the lowest group in status being the Core Disciples of a Heavenly Pavilion. Nonetheless, without the company of their Patriarch, they could only cast a gaze of admiration and longing from a distance.
Even so, the number of guests that dotted the starry sky near the Ivory Cloud Heavenly Palace's domain gate amounted to millions. Although depressed, disappointed, and regretful; the atmosphere still retained a boisterous sensation.
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Inside the preserved domain for the Heavenly Palace, it was akin to a dreamland. Mountains thousands of feet high, ivory clouds drifting about, little fairies shuttled back and forth as they sprinkled down luminescent stars from above. Their childish laughter resonated like the chirping of celestial avians. The bustling crowd of strong martial artists reminded one of the festive atmospheres in a land of mortals, like a country celebrating New Year.
Spiritual Pavilions, Luxurious Courtyards, Spiritual Peaks, Rivers, Grassy Fields, Bamboo Groves, and more. Every square mile had abundant spiritual energy, and each of these areas was carefully raised for the spiritual beasts of the Saintess. However, this week, the Saintess opened the doors of her dreamland to the public sects and influences to celebrate her 10 million years of longevity.
On a spiritual pavilion with the circumference of a hundred miles, jade-white pedestals dotted the furnished land. A group of Elders surrounded an old man with sharp facial features, long white hair descending towards his waistline, he wore dark violet robes embroidered by intricate designs of Ferocious Flood Dragons.
"Elder Han, congratulations on your breakthrough! Perhaps in a few thousand years once you consolidate your cultivation, the Dragon Pagoda will ascend from a Heavenly Pavilion to a Holy Land!"
Great Elder Han, one of the grand elders from the Dragon Pagoda Sect, laughed off the flattery from these people around him. In the Divine Elisyum Plane, strength was everything! The echelons of the plane were the Heavenly Lands, every powerhouse had his or her own ambition to nourish the lands they grew in.
Elders and old friends came in waves to congratulate him for his breakthrough, to the point where he lost count of how many shots of alcohol he chugged down his throat. Gradually, his vision grew hazy, mist and cloud piled up through his pupils. Shaking his head, he glared at the blurry figures laughing around him, he didn't expect the wine of a Heavenly Palace to be so potent, had he not revolved his Qi continually, he would have already drifted off to a drunken state.
Great Elder Han struggled, and with staggering steps, he left the encirclement of Elders and friends. With apparent reluctance, the Elders who frivolously and painstakingly flattered him allowed his departure. Without a goal in mind, Great Elder Han swayed back and forth amidst the crowd. Currently, on this peak, he is the martial artist with the highest cultivation base.
Engrossed in his enthusiasm, Elder Han's vision shuttled between the young maids of this spiritual pavilion, and his blurry gaze suddenly landed on a voluptuous figure in the distance. She had long frail legs, buxom curves, ivory skin, cheery red lips, and an enticing fragrance wafted from her every gesture. Her eyebrows were furrowed as she zig-zagged her way through the crowd. Her steps were remarkably elegant like a swan on a placid lake, dashing without a ripple or eddies.
Her tightly fit silver dress accentuated her hourglass figure, her mesmerizing phoenix eyes left the heart palpitating. Elder Han seemed to notice the distress clouding her visage, and his heart shook!
He felt like his calling in life was to help this damsel in dismay! Gathering his wit and resolve, he took broad and heavy steps to intersect her path with a flashy smile. It may have been the alcohol, or maybe he was drunk on reaching the power of a Heavenly Lord, he felt an indescribable sense of confidence welling up in his heart.
"You seem to be bothered by something, little girl..." Great Elder Han said.
Without any restraints or courtesy, he stretched out a palm to caress her worried face. For an instant, it was like all this feast lost its meaning for Great Elder Han. If he could satisfy this beauty, he would die in content.
The beauty had rushed in towards this pavilion from a different peak, she didn't really put these people in her eyes; she was here looking for someone, someone very important to her.
The last thing she expected was an old man dressed all fancy to block her path, and while she was unaware of it due to her anxious concentration, this old man would dare to stretch a hand and defile her tender skin.
Pa!
It was a soft touch. Elder Han's palm landed gracefully on the left cheek of this woman, snapping her back into reality from her anxious pursuit. Then, a loud gasp resounded from a distance, followed by the sound of crashing plates and spilling wine.
The whole atmosphere in the spiritual pavilion came to a standstill, everyone's eyes were inexplicably brought towards the source of that high-pitched gasp and crashing porcelain.
One must know that this is a Heavenly Palace, even the wine bottles, dishes, and furniture are extremely durable. Being able to crush one to smithereens required a considerable amount of force. Not only that, but one must take in mind whose plates they are crushing.
Everyone could notice a blonde female in a maid attire, she held a jade plate in her left palm, the plate was apparently cracked in half. Her other hand was pointing in a certain direction, though it was trembling uncontrollably.
When this maid saw the Great Elder Han stretch a hand with a witched smile creeping over his face, she choked on her own angered breath, unable to speak. Once his palm landed on the face of her mistress, she lost all common sense and that gasp suddenly erupted with a brute force circulating through her meridians. Unknowingly, she crushed the Heavenly Palace Jade Plates, the shattered pieces sank into her palm, and blood trickled down her white dress.
"Presumptuous!" Just then, a billowing roar, accompanied by a tyrannical wave of killing intent engulfed the entire pavilion. The shout came from a middle-aged man from an adjacent spiritual peak.
Great Elder Han suddenly snapped back into a sober state. His cloudy vision cleared up, and his gaze landed on a woman trembling in rage. Her pupils seemed to spit lava, her face flushed red, and her rows of white teeth were particularly alluring.
She gnashed out her teeth and spoke in a bone-chilling voice, "Death."