Primordial Era: A man at the mouth of the Guanjiang River marries the Third Holy Mother.

Longevity Hill, Wuzhuang Temple.

A gentle breeze rustles beneath two ancient pine trees.

Zhen Yuanzi, the ancestor of the Earth Immortals, was sitting at a stone table, holding the Earth Book and sipping tea.

When the Heavenly Court messenger delivered the invitation to the gate of Wuzhuang Temple, Zhen Yuanzi even personally came out of the temple to greet him.

"Hahaha! My young friend Changsheng is finally getting married!"

Zhen Yuanzi accepted the invitation and burst into laughter, appearing extremely pleased.

Back then, Chen Changsheng not only gifted him fragments of the Earthly Origin, helping him to glimpse the realm of the Earthly Saint, but also sided with Wuzhuang Temple on many important matters.

In Zhen Yuanzi's eyes, Chen Changsheng was definitely the most worthy of being befriended in the prehistoric world.

"Gentle breeze, bright moon!"

Zhen Yuanzi turned his head and gave a loud order.

Two young Taoist disciples hurriedly ran forward: "What are your instructions, Master?"

"Go to the ginseng fruit tree in the backyard, use the golden hairpin to knock down ten of the best-looking ginseng fruits, and seal them in a ten-thousand-year-old ice box!"

Zhen Yuanzi stroked his beard and smiled, "Six months from now, I will personally go to Penglai Immortal Island to congratulate my young friend Changsheng!"

When the Heavenly Court envoy heard that Zhen Yuanzi had given him ten ginseng fruits and was going to personally attend the banquet, he was flattered and quickly took his leave with profuse thanks.

……

The Netherworld Blood Sea, with its turbid waves reaching the heavens.

Within a vast, blood-red ocean stretching for hundreds of millions of miles, countless wronged souls and malevolent energy sank and wailed amidst the blood waves.

In the Shura Temple at the deepest part of the Blood Sea, the Styx Ancestor, dressed in a blood-red robe, with the two peerless and ferocious swords, Yuan Tu and A Bi, floating above his head, coldly watched the golden-armored heavenly generals approaching below.

Despite the corrosive aura of the blood sea, the god presented the invitation.

"Ancestor Styx, the God of Law Enforcement is getting married, and we cordially invite you to attend the banquet in Penglai."

The Styx Ancestor reached out and the invitation fell into his hand.

He stroked the Dao runes on the surface of the gold foil, his scarlet eyes flashing with an eerie light.

"Chen Changsheng...hehe, a half-step Grand Luo Golden Immortal."

The Styx Ancestor chuckled twice.

He had been in seclusion in the Blood Sea, diligently cultivating the Way of Slaughter, but he was also aware of the movements in the outside world.

Even Chen Changsheng, an ancient powerhouse, felt his heart tremble at Chen Changsheng's Great Dao Thunder Technique and the supreme killing treasure, the God-Slaying Spear.

"I understand."

The Styx Ancestor put away the invitation and said in a chilling tone, "Go back and tell Chen Changsheng that six months from now, I will definitely prepare a special treat from the Blood Sea and go to Penglai Immortal Island to see what's going on!"

The heavenly general breathed a sigh of relief, bowed respectfully, and swiftly transformed into a streak of light, fleeing this malevolent land.

……

at the same time.

The Western world, Mount Sumeru.

The entire mountain shone with golden light, golden lotuses bloomed in the Eight Treasures Merit Pool, and chanting Buddhist prayers filled the air, creating an atmosphere of peace and solemnity.

However, inside the Mahavira Hall, the two Western saints, Amitabha and Cundi, were sitting on the Nine-Rank Golden Lotus of Merit, their faces showing some bitterness.

Venus had just left Mount Sumeru on auspicious clouds, and the festive aura of the golden star foil still lingered in the void inside the hall.

On the desk, the invitation card that read "Dharma's arrival is respectfully requested from Penglai in the East Sea" stood out conspicuously.

Looking at the invitation, Daoist Zhunti was so angry that his beard trembled, and he said through gritted teeth, "Senior brother! Chen Changsheng is going too far!"

"Back then, during the Great War of the Three Realms, he shattered the golden body of my Western Paradise and robbed it of countless benefits!"

"Now that he's getting married, he actually dares to send the invitation to Mount Sumeru!"

"This is clearly mocking the lack of talent in Western religions!"

The more Zhunti Daoist spoke, the angrier he became, wishing he could slap the invitation in front of him into dust on the spot.

The Taoist priest sitting opposite him had a sorrowful expression on his face. He let out a long sigh and turned the prayer beads in his hands.

"Junior brother, calm down."

The guide slowly spoke, his voice tinged with an unyielding bitterness: "The current trend is not in the West; the fortunes of the Eastern Daoist sects are at their peak."

"Chen Changsheng has already reached the half-step Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortal realm, and his combat power is comparable to that of a saint. Moreover, he has the support of two saints, Tongtian and Nuwa."

"If we refuse his invitation, we will offend him for no reason. What if he interferes during the Investiture of the Gods and targets our Western Sect disciples? How will we defend ourselves?"

Upon hearing Jieyin's words, the angry expression on Zhunti Daoist's face immediately froze.

Although he had a bad temper, he understood the stakes involved.

Western religions are inherently impoverished and weak, and cannot withstand much turmoil.

With the God-Slaying Spear and the Eastern Emperor Bell in his hands, if Chen Changsheng were to go berserk and come to Mount Sumeru, even if the two saints could protect themselves, all their disciples would probably be sent to the Investiture of the Gods.

"Does this mean... we really have to go and congratulate him? And even bring him a gift?!"

Zhunti Daoist was heartbroken and his heart ached.

The West was already dirt poor, so even taking out a primordial spiritual treasure was like cutting off a piece of flesh.

The guide remained silent for a moment, then clasped his hands together and said in a low voice, "Go, you must go."

"Not only must you go, but you must also be impeccably courteous."

"Yuanshi Tianzun and Jiejiao are sworn enemies. Kunlun Mountain must have ulterior motives for this wedding."

A shrewd glint flashed in the eyes of the Guide: "We can simply stand aside and observe, go to Penglai Immortal Island to investigate the true strength of Chen Changsheng and the Jie Sect, and see how this game should be played."

After hearing this, Daoist Zhunti, though extremely unwilling, could only nod helplessly.

"That's enough!"

"We will do as our senior brother says!"

With a flick of his sleeve, the Daoist Zhunti gritted his teeth and said, "Go to the Eight Treasures Merit Pool and pluck two ninth-grade golden lotuses, and also take three relics as a congratulatory gift!"

"Six months from now, I'll personally go and see just how magnificent Chen Changsheng's Penglai Immortal Island really is!"

Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, at the edge of chaos.

The Nuwa Palace floats amidst endless purple mist, surrounded by auspicious clouds and dancing celestial birds.

The void trembled slightly, and a tall, cyan figure stepped out from the nothingness.

It was Chen Changsheng.

As soon as they landed in front of the main hall, the vermilion gate of the Nuwa Palace opened by itself without any wind.

Chen Changsheng strode into the hall and saw Yang Chan sitting gracefully under the white jade pavilion, wearing a pale yellow dress and embroidering a brocade handkerchief.

Above the pavilion, the Goddess Nuwa, draped in a nine-colored phoenix robe, exuding the aura of a sage, gazed gently at Yang Chan below.

Hearing footsteps, Yang Chan suddenly looked up.

When she saw that the person who came was Chen Changsheng, two blushes instantly appeared on her beautiful face, and her eyes were full of joy.

"Longevity"

Yang Chan hurried forward, her voice filled with undisguised longing.

Chen Changsheng naturally took her soft, delicate hand and teased with a smile, "In another six months, it'll be time to change how you address me."

Yang Chan's cheeks flushed even more, and she lowered her head shyly, whispering, "Chang Sheng..."

The goddess Nuwa above watched this scene with a kind smile on her face.

"Chang Sheng, have you taken care of everything since you returned from the East Sea?" Nuwa asked gently.

Chen Changsheng put away his joking expression, pulled Yang Chan to the bottom of the white jade steps, and respectfully bowed to Nuwa.

"Your Majesty, your disciple has found three immortal islands in the East Sea: Penglai, Fangzhang, and Yingzhou. With supreme divine power, I have refined them into one and established a Daoist temple."

Chen Changsheng turned and looked at Yang Chan with deep affection, then said loudly, "I have come here today specifically to propose marriage to Your Majesty."

"Six months from now, this disciple will formally marry Chan'er on Penglai Immortal Island. I humbly request Your Majesty's permission!"

When Yang Chan heard Chen Changsheng say these words, her eyes reddened slightly, and she held Chen Changsheng's hand tightly.