On Jin'ao Island in the East China Sea, Tongtian asked: "Are you willing to go to heaven to do a job?"

Duobao shook his head and said: "Disciple doesn't want to. It's better to be an idle immortal on the island."

Tongtian smiled helplessly and said, "You! What others want, you treat it like it's nothing."

On Shouyang Mountain, I slowly woke up from my meditation, called Yinjiao Boy, and said: "Go and call Xuandu!"

Silver Horn Boy hurriedly went outside the mountain to summon Xuandu.

After Xuandu paid his respects to the teacher, I said: "Go to Heaven and tell Hao Tianming that the candidates for the six imperial positions he taught me are still in the process of calamity and cannot return to their posts. By the way, I will go to congratulate the new master of Heaven on my behalf.

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Xuandu nodded and asked doubtfully: "I wonder who it is?"

Lao Tzu sighed softly and said: "There was once a human race at the foot of Shouyang Mountain, an ancestor of the first generation of human race. I have accepted him as my disciple and cannot make any announcement about it.

He has cultivated the Great Path of Reincarnation, and he has been reincarnated more than 19 times now."

Xuandu was a little surprised and said: "This junior brother is really very perseverant."

I shook my head and said with a smile: "If he himself can't survive nine reincarnations, I will plant a supreme immortal spiritual light for him to protect his true spirit from falling into reincarnation, so that he can do this."

Xuandu nodded and asked: "How many more reincarnations does this junior brother need to go through?"

Lao Tzu said leisurely: "Countless years and eons."

"What!" Xuandu exclaimed in shock: "Is this...possible?"

I shook my head and said, "I don't know either. Maybe he will lose his soul in a certain reincarnation disaster, but it is also possible that he will succeed in the disaster.

Once he returns from the calamity, the position of co-lord of the three realms will be his.

No matter whether he succeeds or fails, he is my supreme disciple, and I will make him famous all over the world. I am hiding now because I am worried that the secret will be revealed and others will interfere with it."

Xuan Du nodded, "This disciple understands the teacher's painstaking efforts. I wonder what the name of this junior brother is?"

I whispered: "His name is Zhang Bairen."

Ten thousand years later, in 17054, the twelfth year of the Emperor's calendar, the heavenly palace was first built, and a banquet was held to thank the gods.

The Emperor's Calendar takes the day when Emperor Fuxi attained enlightenment as the starting point to record the history of the human race. Because the human race occupies the dominant position in the human race, it is also called the Human Race Calendar.

Just relying on this history, Emperor Fuxi has been prosperous forever, and the human race also has a long destiny.

Because before this, the three tribes of lichs were in the prehistoric era and did not remember the years at all, so everyone only remembered the years by their own longevity, and there was no way to unify them.

In today's prehistoric times, with the rise of the human race and the harmonious coexistence of the three realms of heaven, earth and man, the human calendar was born.

From then on, everything in the prehistoric times can be described.

The grand banquet in heaven was not held in the Lingxiao Palace, but in the Yaochi of the Queen Mother of the West.

Just because Lingxiao Palace is too solemn and solemn, it is not suitable for such a joyful place.

The Queen Mother took out the flat peaches and held a banquet, so it was also called the Peach Banquet. It was not the Queen Mother's birthday, but the heaven needed such a birthday party.

From then on, the Heavenly Court will hold a peach feast every thousand years to celebrate the Queen Mother's birthday.

And this thousand years is the thousand years of heaven.

One day in the sky and one year on the earth. A thousand years in the sky and 365,000 years on the earth. That is to say, a peach feast is only held every three Yuanhui.

At the banquet, there were not the Five Elders from all directions in the later Journey to the West, nor the Immortals from Ten Continents and Three Islands, nor the Three Pure Ones and Four Emperors from Shangbadong.

Rather, they are the masters of the twelve planes in the prehistoric times, the elders of the major sects, and the great masters who did not seal the mountains in the prehistoric times.

The Lord of the Twelve Planes is naturally at the front, followed by the seven seats representing saints.

The saint will naturally not come in person, otherwise the saint will naturally be the most respected.

The singing immortals outside Yaochi kept chanting the names of the guests.

"The Demon Emperor, the Lord of the Demon Realm, has come to congratulate you!"

"The Lord of the Northern Underworld, Patriarch Hunkun, comes to congratulate you!"

"Master Xuandu, a disciple of Saint Taiqing, came to congratulate you!"

"Pangu Heavenly Realm Jumang Zuwu came to congratulate you!"

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The ritual singer wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and sang the ritual congratulations with all his concentration. He didn't dare to say a single wrong word or say one more word.

These names represent great men from ancient times, and you can destroy them thousands of times with just one breath.

At the Yaochi banquet, various great men from ancient times were seated, chatting with each other, or closing their eyes to meditate.

When he heard that someone from the Wu Clan was also coming, Lu Ya's eyes flashed coldly and he saw Jumang.

Ju Mang glanced at Lu Ya and didn't care.

Lu Ya was filled with hatred in his heart, but he would never show it. He knew that his own strength was no threat to an ancestral witch. He would not do anything he was not sure of.

Bai Ze, who was sitting behind Lu Ya, breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the Demon Emperor knew how to be patient.

"Master Guangchengzi, a disciple of Saint Yuqing, came to congratulate you!"

Guangchengzi walked into Yaochi and bowed to Xuandu, saying, "I have seen you, senior brother."

Xuandu nodded lightly and said, "Junior brother, please take your seat."

Guangchengzi smiled and sat next to Xuandu, but he was shocked in his heart. Not long ago, he was able to step into Daluo Jinxian. He thought that his strength was already at the forefront among the three religions, and he had caught up some distance.

But today when he looked at Xuandu, he just felt that he couldn't see through the depth, "Is it possible that Senior Brother Xuandu is already a powerful person?"

Just as Guangchengzi was secretly guessing, another song came from outside: "The Lord of the Netherworld and the Ghost World, Ghost Ancestor, has come to congratulate you!"

"The Lord of the Asura Realm, Lord Styx, comes to congratulate you!"

Ghost Ancestor and Ming He walked into the main hall together, each with King Shura and Ghost King behind them, and sat on the throne of the Realm Lord.

"Nuwa's disciple Lingzhuzi came to congratulate you!"

A barefoot boy wearing a red bellyband walked into the hall with small steps and sat next to Guangchengzi.

Many immortals in the hall laughed out loud. It was really a bit unnatural for Lingzhuzi, a child, to pretend to be an adult.

Lu Ya suppressed a smile and asked: "Junior brother, why did Master let you come?"

Lingzhuzi pouted and said: I am Master's disciple, why can't I come? Are you laughing at me too?"

Lu Ya hurriedly shook his head and said, "No, no, how could senior brother laugh at you?"

It was just that Guang Chengzi beside him was a little dissatisfied, because the eyes looking at Ling Zhuzi in the palace seemed to be looking at him and smiling, which made Guang Chengzi a little embarrassed.

"Master Kong Xuan, a disciple of the Saint of All Living Beings, came to congratulate you!"

"Ancestor Qingluan from the Phoenix Realm comes to congratulate you!"

Kong Xuan and Qingluan walked into the main hall and sat down separately.

"Master Duobao, a disciple of Sage Shangqing, came to congratulate you!"

Duobao walked into the hall, also bowed to Xuandu, and said something to Guangchengzi before taking his seat.

As the number of visitors increased, the atmosphere in the hall naturally became more and more restless.

But as the auspicious time came, Queen Mother and Haotian appeared together, but they were both hidden.

But at this moment, two belated figures appeared.

The Immortal was also embarrassed when singing the ritual, not knowing whether he should sing or not.

Before he could react, the two men walked directly in, clasped their hands together, and saluted: "The poor monk Medicine Master (Maitreya) is here to congratulate the Queen Mother on her birthday on behalf of the family master!"

For a moment, the atmosphere in the hall became somewhat solid.

Because although there is a position for the Second Sage of the West, it is just a decoration. Who would have thought that someone from the West would really come.

The East has always been the main attraction in ancient times, and people subconsciously forget that there is Xiniu Hezhou. Who would have thought that the West would actually come uninvited?

And while the Queen Mother's peach banquet was in progress, Qing Ling, who was meditating in the Ten-Shu Yuan Hui in the Puluo Palace, finally got up and walked off the cloud bed.

He looked at the growing luck in heaven and sighed, "I think it's about time."

Qing Ling stood up and walked out of the palace. The breeze blew in her face, and a sea of ​​red and warm flowers came into view. There were also two children, a boy and a girl, playing among the flowers.

Seeing Qing Ling coming out, the two children were surprised. They walked over in a polite manner and said, "Greetings to the master. What are your orders?"

Qing Ling shook her head and said, "I'm going out alone. You two, don't be too playful and watch your house."

Hearing this, Hua Ze Huashuo felt happy and said, "Yes, sir, don't worry."

Seeing their unconcealable joy, Qing Ling suddenly recalled the fragmented memories of her previous life. Whenever the adults went out, the children would secretly be happy.

Qing Ling shook her head, walked out in one step, and disappeared into Fuyu Mountain.

When he reappeared, he was already in the endless universe. In front of him was a huge blazing fireball, emitting endless light, the prehistoric sun.
Chapter completed!