Primordial Era: I am a treasure trove, full of magical treasures.

Haotian stood before the Lingxiao Palace, gazing at the nearly 100,000 elite troops below, composed of Holy Spirits and ancient war spirits. His throat went dry, and he felt his Dao heart tremble. He had served the Dao Ancestor for countless years and prided himself on witnessing all the changes in the primordial world, yet this scene before him was still beyond his comprehension.

One hundred and thirteen remnant souls of Grand Luo Golden Immortals, two thousand three hundred Taiyi, fifteen thousand Golden Immortals, plus the even stronger Holy Spirit Clan—this lineup is simply terrifying! Just the Quasi-Saints alone, plus himself and Yaochi, already reach a terrifying twenty, and the number of Grand Luo Golden Immortals is a staggering twenty-odd. There are over twenty thousand people at the Golden Immortal realm and above. Moreover, the absolute loyalty and obedience these souls and the Holy Spirit Clan show to Xuanbao is something that would have been impossible for the demon race originally.

"Your Majesty..." Haotian's voice was hoarse as he bowed, "My voice was a little too loud just now."

Yaochi's pretty face flushed red, her eyes sparkling with admiration. She finally understood why Xuanbao could be so calm and composed when faced with the seemingly impossible task of rebuilding the Heavenly Court—he wasn't starting from scratch at all, but had a divine lineup right from the start!

Xuanbao rose from the hard throne, walked to the front of the hall, and looked down at the nearly 100,000 elite troops standing solemnly below.

"It's still too few. You have to understand that the original Human Emperor Banner had more than 1,300 Great Luo Golden Immortals, nearly 10,000 Taiyi Golden Immortals, and even more Golden Immortals. But now, most of them are busy working as beasts of burden in the Underworld and can't spare the time. It's too far-fetched to expect the Witch Clan to manage the Underworld. The Witch Clan's minds are only focused on killing."

The Heavenly Court is currently lacking a large number of high-end combat forces. Not to mention the original 365 righteous gods, in Xuanbao's opinion, they are all righteous gods, so their strength should not be lower than that of the Great Luo Golden Immortal.

Furthermore, setting up the Zhou Tian Star Array requires 365 Great Luo Golden Immortals and 48000 Star Evil Spirits. Don't ask why Xuanbao obtained the Zhou Tian Star Array. On the day of Dijun's death, the Hetu Luoshu was also severely damaged. After all, the Hetu Luoshu was only a top-grade innate spiritual treasure, which was no match for an innate supreme treasure like the Chaos Bell. Xuanbao naturally took the Hetu Luoshu away and spent a lot of treasure energy to restore it.

However, after rounding down, there are 1,000 Great Luo Golden Immortals, 100,000 Taiyi Golden Immortals, and 1 million Golden Immortals. The current gap is still very large. The revolution has not yet succeeded, and comrades still need to work hard.

The grand spectacle outside the South Heavenly Gate quickly spread throughout the Thirty-Three Heavens. The aura of nearly one hundred thousand elite warriors soared into the Milky Way like smoke from a wolf's beacon, intertwining with the Daoist principles of the newly established Heavenly Court, transforming into a nine-colored pillar of light visible to the naked eye, piercing through all the heavens and myriad realms.

Xuanbao stood with his hands behind his back before the Lingxiao Palace, looking down at the solemn array below, his green robe fluttering in the starlight wind. A faint smile played on his lips, but there was no trace of satisfaction in his eyes.

"Still a long way off," Xuanbao muttered to himself.

Upon hearing this, Haotian couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Your Majesty, even in the heyday of the Lich Kings, such a force would have been a match. Now, the Primordial World has suffered a great calamity and its vitality is severely depleted; I'm afraid..."

"Superficial," Xuanbao turned around, his eyes gleaming. "Throughout the ages, countless dragons and tigers have lurked within. Do you really think those powerful races and reclusive masters vanished with the great calamity? They were merely lying low."

He paused, then said with a playful tone, "Besides, which of those surviving races doesn't have some high-level combat power hidden within them? Powerful races can easily produce more than ten Grand Luo Golden Immortals; it's just a matter of whether they're worth their time to appear."

Yaochi seemed to be deep in thought: "Your Majesty means..."

"Hold a grand gathering," Xuanbao said decisively. "In the name of the Heavenly Court, invite all the great powers of the primordial world and the heroes of all races. I want them to see whether the Heavenly Court is worthy of their service."

Haotian's eyes lit up: "Brilliant! If we simply issue an imperial decree to conscript, it will inevitably be seen as forced recruitment. But if we hold a grand gathering to showcase the Heavenly Court's strength, using incentives, power, and reason to persuade them, those idle cultivators will weigh the pros and cons themselves."

"That's not all." Xuanbao strolled back to his throne, tapping the armrest lightly with his fingers. "I want everyone in the primordial world to know that only by following me can one have meat to eat."

"I hereby issue the decree: In the name of the Heavenly Court, send out invitations to the 'Heavenly Court Grand Gathering'. All beings of the myriad races of the primordial world, those of Golden Immortal rank and above, who possess ability, regardless of their origin, past, or abode, are invited. The grand gathering will be held a hundred years from now at the Jade Pool Immortal Platform outside this Lingxiao Palace. At that time, I, the Emperor, will discuss the Heavenly Dao with you all, share the merits, and jointly determine the future order of the primordial world."

He paused, his eyes gleaming with a captivating light.

"Tell them that those who come will see the Heavenly Road; the capable will wield Heavenly power; the meritorious will enjoy Heavenly blessings. I, the Emperor, possess the Thirty-Three Heavens, govern the celestial sphere, and am further blessed by the Netherworld Reincarnation and the fortune of humanity. Resources, merits, authority, and the true understanding of the Great Dao... I have it all here. The primordial world has just been established, and this is the time for heroes to display their talents and for great powers to achieve great deeds. Will they continue to waste their lives in their respective caves, or will they come to my Heavenly Court and strive for a divine position that is as long-lived as Heaven and Earth and as radiant as the sun and moon? Let them... choose for themselves."

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable confidence and grandeur, as if it were proclaiming the rules of a new era that was about to begin.

Haotian and Yaochi were greatly encouraged and replied in unison, "We will obey Your Majesty's decree!"

The decree was imprinted with Heavenly Dao runes on a specially made "Star Jade Token," which was held by well-trained Holy Spirit Clan warriors with pure auras. It transformed into streams of light, flying out of the Southern Heavenly Gate and shooting towards every corner of the primordial land, every known blessed land, every powerful clan's ancestral court, and even some hidden spatial rifts.

A hundred years is but a fleeting moment in the vast universe.

However, for the various forces that closely monitored the Heavenly Court's movements, these hundred years seemed exceptionally long.

On the Western sacred mountain, the faces of Jieyin and Zhunti were even more bitter.

"Senior brother, that Xuanbao... he really went to such lengths. Judging from the invitation, he's got quite the ambition." Zhunti twirled his prayer beads, his tone complex. "What exactly does he want to do? Is he going to wipe out all the idle experts of the prehistoric world in one fell swoop? Our West is already barren, its talent pool dwindling. If we fall into his hands..."

Jieyin sighed deeply, the light of the Buddha of Nirvana dimming slightly: "The trend is set, it cannot be stopped by force. Let's see how many he can recruit, and whether he can truly control them. The Heavenly Court... is ultimately a place where cause and effect converge."

Kunlun Mountain, Sanqing Hall.

Tongtian laughed heartily: "Good lad! That's more like it! If you're going to do something, do it big! Lure out those cowardly old fogies and let them see the true grandeur of the Pangu lineage!"

Yuanshi nodded slightly: "The momentum has been gathered. Now it's time to demonstrate our strength and sincerity. Xuanbao should know that it's not only about attracting people, but also about retaining them and making good use of them."

Lao Tzu closed his eyes and remained silent, only the Taoist energy flowing through his flat cane, as if he were deducing the secrets of heaven. In the end, he simply uttered a single word: "Good."

At Wuzhuang Temple, Zhen Yuanzi and Hongyun sat facing each other, playing chess.

"Brother, are you going to this grand Heavenly Gathering?" Hongyun asked with a smile as he placed a piece on the board.

Zhen Yuanzi stroked his beard and pondered, "Since my third brother invited me, I will naturally go and support him. I'm also curious to see just how far he can take this game. He has completely stirred up the waters of the primordial world."

Invitations were sent to the Blood Sea Styx, the Northern Darkness Kunpeng, and even some powerful beings from the prehistoric era who had been living in seclusion since the beginning of the Dragon-Han War or even earlier. Don't ask how they were found; now that Xuanbao has mastered more than 3000 laws, he can naturally know these powerful beings by using the authority of the Heavenly Emperor.

However, some powerful figures who received the invitations disdainfully and casually destroyed them; some pondered for a long time with their eyes flashing; while others were awakened from their slumber, sensing the new Heavenly Court's Daoist charm and the faint, majestic fortune contained in the jade invitations, and began to make plans.

The century-long period will soon arrive.

The Thirty-Third Heaven, the Southern Heavenly Gate.

Today, the Southern Heavenly Gate presents a completely different scene than usual. No longer empty, it has been meticulously arranged. Layer upon layer of steps formed from pure starlight lead directly to the Lingxiao Palace. Celestial flowers and herbs sway gracefully on both sides, emitting a wondrous fragrance. The enormous Jade Pool Terrace in front of the palace is now surrounded by auspicious, multicolored clouds, resembling a dreamlike realm.

Along both sides of the road, every hundred meters, stood a member of the Holy Spirit Clan at the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm, clad in silver armor and wielding a holy sword, with wings on their backs. Their aura was pure yet sharp, their gaze unwavering. Further out, the faint outlines of a star array were visible, subtly suggesting a life-or-death struggle, yet restrained and unleashed, displaying majesty and order.

Starting from dawn, streaks of light began to fly in from all parts of the primordial world.

Those who arrived first were mostly independent cultivators at the Taiyi and Golden Immortal levels, or patriarchs of small and medium-sized clans. They came with curiosity, trepidation, and even a sliver of hope. But upon passing through the South Heavenly Gate and feeling the innate spiritual energy and stellar essence ten times richer and purer than their own cave dwellings, witnessing the magnificent and sprawling palaces, and seeing the imposing and elite entourages along the road, they were all filled with awe, abandoning their last trace of disdain for the Heavenly Court, and obediently following the guidance to the Jade Pool.

Next, the heavyweights began to appear.

"The Northern Darkness Demon Master, the Kunpeng Ancestor has arrived—!"

As the chanting of names echoed, a shadow sweeping across a vast expanse transformed into a sinister Taoist priest in black robes—Kunpeng. His gaze swept over the Southern Heavenly Gate and the aura of the Heavenly Court, lingering for a moment on the warriors of the Holy Spirit Clan, a deep sense of apprehension and complexity flashing in his eyes. He had once been a demon master in the Heavenly Court of the Demon Clan; now, returning to this familiar place, everything had changed, and the new master's foundation seemed even more unfathomable than that of Dijun and Taiyi. He silently landed, saying nothing, and followed the guide forward.

"The Great Immortal Zhenyuan and the Old Ancestor Hongyun have arrived at Wuzhuang Temple!"

Zhen Yuanzi and Hongyun arrived together; one was the ancestor of earth immortals, dignified and imposing; the other was a kind old man with a warm smile. Their arrival caused a small commotion, with many rogue cultivators stepping forward to pay their respects. Zhen Yuanzi nodded to Xuanbao, while Hongyun smiled and waved towards the Lingxiao Palace.

"The Blood Sea Styx Ancestor has arrived—!"

A blinding flash of crimson light vanished in an instant, transforming into the Styx, clad in a blood-red Daoist robe with a sinister face. He came alone, without any Asura followers. He merely glanced coldly at the Heavenly Court's aura, snorted, and strode inside. His purpose was primarily to probe the truth of the matter.

As time went on, more and more powerful beings arrived, and their auras became increasingly formidable.

"West Kunlun, the Queen Mother of the West has arrived!" A graceful and noble female immortal, with the bearing of an empress, rode in on a blue phoenix, exuding extraordinary elegance.

"Rogue cultivator, Daoist Jin Hong—!" A Daoist in purple robes with an ancient face appeared, attracting many gazes. A Quasi-Saint! A Quasi-Saint whose existence is little known!

"The ancient race of the Primordial Era, the Golden Lion Clan Chief has arrived—!" "The Wood Spirit Clan Chief has arrived—!" "The Fire Divine Sparrow Clan Chief has arrived—!"... One by one, representatives of powerful races who usually live in seclusion appeared. Most of them were accompanied by several clan elders, their auras were deep and powerful, the weakest being at the early stage of the Great Luo realm, and the strongest even being quasi-saints! These races had preserved considerable strength during the Great Tribulation and had a profound foundation. Now, they were drawn out by the "power" of the Heavenly Court to see for themselves the true worth of this new Heavenly Emperor.

The Jade Pool and the Immortal Terrace are now a completely different world.

This is no ordinary platform, but an independent miniature world opened up by a great supernatural power. At its center lies the vast "Starry Jade Pool," its waters formed from the celestial power of the heavens and the essence of primordial Ren water; a single sip can increase magical power and cleanse the soul. Floating above the pool are tens of thousands of lotus thrones, arranged according to cultivation level and status. At the very front are nine supreme purple-gold lotus thrones, suspended in the center of the pool, directly facing the main seat—a majestic imperial platform carved from a single piece of "Chaotic Dao Stone," with nine dragons coiled around it.

Around the altar, spiritual mist swirled, exotic flowers bloomed, and celestial birds and mythical beasts frolicked. Powerful warriors and celestial maidens moved about, offering delicacies and fine wines prepared with innate spiritual fruits and star-like nectar, their aromas permeating the air and imbued with Daoist spirit. In the background, the Zhou Tian Star Array operated at full power, showering down soft and vast starlight, while Daoist sounds spontaneously resonated, regulating one's energy and aiding in enlightenment.

The venue, the scale, and the scale of the event alone were enough to leave many attendees speechless and cause their opinions to begin to shift.

As the lotus throne gradually filled, the aura gathered in the arena became overwhelming! At a glance, there were over eight hundred Grand Luo Golden Immortals! Among them were many late-stage and even peak Grand Luo beings. In addition to the known Kunpeng, Zhen Yuanzi, Styx, and Xi Wangmu, dozens more Quasi-Saint auras faintly emanated from the representatives of the ancient clans. Although not as established as the former, they were still genuine Quasi-Saint pressure! Coupled with thousands of Taiyi and tens of thousands of Golden Immortals, the entire Yaochi Immortal Platform was filled with intertwined auras. If it weren't for the Heavenly Court's grand formation suppressing and regulating it, it would probably have already triggered a chaotic storm.

"Goodness...this spectacle is no less impressive than the first sermon at Zixiao Palace back then!" a veteran rogue cultivator exclaimed in a low voice.

"Look at those ancient clans, they usually keep a low profile, I never expected they had so many experts hidden away..."

"The Heavenly Court... It seems this new Heavenly Emperor is truly something special. Just the venue and the hospitality alone are far beyond what an ordinary sage's temple can match."

A murmur arose as everyone awaited the appearance of the person in question.

"clang--!!!"

Just as the appointed time was about to arrive, a bell tolled, seemingly originating from the very source of the Heavenly Dao, resounding throughout the Thirty-Three Heavens and echoing in the hearts of every participant! The bell's sound was vast and majestic, carrying the power to stabilize the universe and soothe all living beings, instantly suppressing all other noises.

"The Chaos Bell!" The powerful being who recognized its value suddenly narrowed his eyes.

Immediately afterward, the starlight, as if commanded, converged behind the imperial platform, transforming into a celestial bridge spanning heaven and earth. Upon this bridge, nine golden crows pulled a chariot, their regalia imposing, slowly approaching. On the chariot, Xuanbao, not wearing elaborate imperial robes, remained in a simple blue robe, but ten faintly visible golden wheels of merit around him slowly rotated, illuminating his solemn and imposing appearance. His left hand rested casually on his knee, his right hand held out in a gesture of support; above his palm, the phantom of the Chaos Bell slowly rose and fell, scattering a Daoist aura that suppressed all heavens. (The nine golden crows were the nine shot down by Hou Yi, which Xuanbao refined into a top-grade acquired spiritual treasure; this is simply for show.)

Haotian and Yaochi stood respectfully beside the chariot. Eighteen quasi-saint level Holy Spirit Clan leaders, clad in magnificent silver armor, stood with their hands on their swords, flanking the void on either side. Their auras merged into one, forming an insurmountable chasm. Further behind, more than 200 Grand Luo Golden Immortals formed a majestic square formation. Though they remained silent, their unified fighting spirit and chilling aura, like a tangible tsunami, silently washed over the minds of everyone present.

The moment this force appeared, the entire Yaochi Immortal Platform fell silent!

Many ancient clan representatives and reclusive powerhouses who had initially been arrogant or intended to observe from the sidelines changed their expressions. They could sense that the power behind Xuanbao was not merely individual strength, but a terrifying machine that was unified, disciplined, and seemingly born for war and domination.

"The Heavenly Court is not to be trifled with." At this moment, almost everyone present secretly resolved that the Heavenly Court should never be provoked, no matter what.