The comet remained silent, only relentlessly unleashing heavenly tribulations.

Pingyu Jia Yitian, deep in the sea of ​​clouds, an ancient pavilion stands quietly.

This pavilion is named the Heavenly God Pavilion. The four wooden pillars supporting the pavilion are made of innate spiritual wood. The natural patterns are like flowing Dao patterns. They have survived millions of years of wind and frost without decay, exuding an ancient and profound aura.

The Heavenly God Pavilion was originally a remnant of the ancient Demon Court, and was originally named the Heavenly Demon Pavilion. It was renamed after the establishment of the Heavenly Court.

Inside the pavilion, Song Yi and Dong Shuangcheng sat facing each other.

"Star Lord, this three-thousand-year-old peach was a special gift from the Empress, who saw how clever I am!"

Dong Shuangcheng gently lifted his hand and took out a peach the size of a fist.

The peaches were the color of solidified cream, white with a hint of red, and as translucent as carved jade. A refreshing fragrance instantly filled the ancient pavilion, making one feel refreshed and invigorated.

Song Yi sat upright in the pavilion. Upon hearing this, he gently waved his hand and said calmly, "I appreciate your kindness, fellow Daoist, but I am now in the body of a Yin spirit. To consume such essences of heaven and earth would only satisfy my appetite and be a waste of resources."

"The treasures of heaven and earth are meant for human enjoyment; how can there be any talk of wasting them?"

With a light laugh, Dong Shuangcheng took out a silver-bladed dagger and carefully cut the peach into several pieces. He then said, "Jade Pool is the most beautiful place in the Three Realms, where innate energy is condensed into liquid. Now I have reached a bottleneck. Even a three-thousand-year peach is just a taste and has no great effect."

"Then thank you, fellow Daoist."

Song Yi no longer declined, picked up a slice of peach and put it in his mouth.

The flesh melts in your mouth, and the juice is plentiful and rich, making it a truly top-notch delicacy.

After the peaches were eaten, Song Yi suddenly flicked his sleeve, and a set of tea utensils appeared out of thin air on the table: a tea stove, a teapot, and cups, each piece simple and elegant.

The divine fire beneath the furnace ignited spontaneously, and the celestial spring water in the pot quickly boiled.

"I recently descended to the mortal realm and happened to obtain some tea leaves. Fellow Daoist, you might want to sample them."

As he spoke, he picked out two or three tea leaves and dropped them into the boiling water.

As soon as the tea leaves were put into the pot, strange phenomena arose: a phantom of a divine phoenix spread its wings and cried out, an illusion of a celestial king walked through the sky, and white cranes danced gracefully. All sorts of wondrous sights flickered and changed in the tea smoke.

"This tea..."

Dong Shuangcheng was so dazzled by what he saw that he was speechless for a moment.

Song Yi smiled slightly and said nothing more. He waited until all the innate Dao patterns on the tea leaves were absorbed into the water before he lifted the pot and poured the tea into the cup.

Dong Shuangcheng carefully picked up the teacup, and saw that the tea inside was as blue as jade, clear and bright.

She took a sip solemnly and immediately felt a refreshing and exotic fragrance permeate her limbs and bones, as if her entire spirit had been lifted into a mysterious realm.

His cultivation, which had been stagnant at the late stage of the Celestial Immortal realm, showed signs of loosening at this moment.

After finishing a cup of tea, a powerful and extremely strong aura suddenly surged from his body, sweeping through his meridians like a tidal wave.

He had clearly entered the realm of a true immortal!

"Thank you for your generous gift, Star Lord!"

Dong Shuangcheng looked delighted and quickly bowed.

"It's just returning the favor, fellow Daoist, there's no need for that." Song Yi smiled and offered a helping hand.

"Rest assured, Star Lord, I will never tell anyone about this divine object," Dong Shuangcheng said solemnly.

Song Yi nodded slightly, without saying anything more.

He had already planned this matter in his mind.

Even if it were to spread, it wouldn't amount to much. The Holy Mother of Yaochi is of such high status, would she really disregard her position and bully the weak to extort or rob?

The only concern is that it might alarm Cao Bao and Xiao Sheng.

If it really comes to that, then we'll have no choice but to descend to the mortal realm ahead of time and make further plans.

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Pingyu Jiayitian is the location of Yaochi, hence it is home to many celestial birds and auspicious beasts.

Especially on the sacred Wutong Mountain, there dwell the Nine-Headed Immortal Phoenix and the Nine-Headed Divine Phoenix, with beautiful plumage and extraordinary bearing.

Legend has it that they are half-blooded descendants of the phoenix clan, all possessing the cultivation of the Golden Immortal realm, and are divine birds specially used to pull the phoenix carriage of the Queen Mother of the West.

The Tianhe River meanders around the side of Wutong Mountain.

Those demonic river workers who toiled in the Milky Way, upon seeing the celestial phoenixes and divine dragons occasionally spreading their wings atop the sacred mountain, were all filled with trepidation, as if walking on thin ice.

Some demons, who were naturally restrained by the phoenix's aura, couldn't hold on any longer. Their magical powers became disordered, and they immediately revealed their true forms, looking utterly pathetic.

Fortunately, those phoenixes and divine phoenixes were proud and arrogant, and never paid any attention to these ant-like demons, so they lived in peace.

On this day, thousands of auspicious rays and countless auspicious clouds suddenly appeared on the eastern horizon, and numerous strange phenomena bloomed one after another, dyeing half the sky with magnificent colors.

Standing inside the golden pagoda, Song Yi gazed into the distance, a slight chill running through him.

Such a phenomenon is no ordinary celestial journey; it must be the descent of a person of great supernatural power to Pingyu Jiayitian.

The leader was dressed as an old Taoist nun, with a kind face, yet possessing a Taoist charm that exuded simplicity and authenticity.

Behind her, Song Yi unexpectedly saw two familiar faces: Han Zhixian and Fairy Caiyun.

These two Thunder Gods, who were usually proud and arrogant, followed the old Taoist nun with utmost respect, not daring to overstep their bounds in the slightest.

Song Yi was secretly surprised. There were very few female immortals in the Three Realms who could be so respectful to Han Zhixian and Caiyun Fairy, two second-generation disciples of the Jie Sect.

The three female immortals transformed into a streak of light and flew straight towards the Jade Pool.

Just as he was pondering this, he saw that above the sky above Pingyu Jiayi, purple mist suddenly filled the air and starlight flowed like a waterfall.

A female immortal dressed in a Taoist robe appeared from the void, graceful and noble, with thousands of stars around her like fireflies, shining brightly.

It is none other than Doumu Yuanjun!

Song Yi was startled again.

Doumu Yuanjun usually sits in Ziguang Palace, in charge of the movement of the stars in the heavens. She rarely steps out of the palace except for the grand court assembly. Why has she come to the Heavenly Court today?

The Great Emperor of the Doubu seemed somewhat excited as he transformed into a divine rainbow and flew towards Yaochi.

Song Yi looked towards Yaochi, and he already had some guesses in his mind.

In the Three Realms, only the Holy Mother Wudang could command such respect from the second-generation disciples of the Jie Sect and even attract the personal attention of Doumu Yuanjun.

The Holy Mother of Wudang was one of the four disciples personally taught by Tongtian Jiaozhu of the Jie Sect, holding a pivotal position within the sect.

During the devastating and earth-shattering calamity of the Investiture of the Gods, she kept a very low profile, only making a brief appearance in the Battle of the Ten Thousand Immortals.

At that time, the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation was already in decline and was about to collapse. Following her master's orders, the Holy Mother of Wudang withdrew first, preserving a glimmer of hope for the Jie Sect.

This is why she became the only survivor among the direct disciples of the Tongtian Sect Leader.

After the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation was destroyed and the Jie Sect declined, the Holy Mother of Wudang vanished as if she had disappeared from the face of the earth, and her whereabouts were unknown ever since.

"Last time, Han Zhixian was ordered to go to the lower realm of Dongsheng Shenzhou to visit an old friend. I suppose she was looking for this person..." Song Yi muttered to himself.

However, the old Taoist nun just now looked quite different from the legendary, peerless disciple of the Jie Sect; she actually appeared rather old.

"Could it be that this disciple of the sage has already severed his corpse?"

A guess formed in Song Yi's mind.

The four direct disciples of the Jie Sect were all at the peak of the Great Luo realm. After undergoing countless tribulations, it was not impossible for them to advance further.