Within the majestic Dragon Palace, the dragon's aura surged, demonic energy permeated the air, and Buddhist light and celestial glow rose from within, showing no sign of being low-key.

This is the Dragon Ascension Banquet of Xuan Ting Dragon King Xi Muqing. Thanks to his father's gift, among the guests, in addition to true dragons and demon saints, there are also immortals, Buddhas, and mountain and water gods present.

A hundred or so immortals and saints gathered in one place, and strange phenomena appeared one after another. At times, celestial dragons roared and divine phoenixes spread their wings. At other times, heavenly flowers fell in a flurry and golden lotuses sprang from the ground. In the midst of this, towering mountains and surging rivers appeared...

The numerous images of immortals and gods are dazzling, but it is fortunate that this is the main hall of the Dragon Palace. Under the blessing of the Qiankun Formation, it is like a small world, where the height of the sky and the infinity of the earth are not visible.

"I've really learned something new!"

Sitting atop a colorful cloud, Feng Bingwen looked around. Five-colored celestial light naturally spread, concealing his figure and hiding his country bumpkin-like, unsophisticated appearance.

There was no way around it. Although he had regained his memories of his past life, what he had seen in his past life could not compare to the genuine Dragon King's banquet before him.

In his imagination, the Dragon King, the Demon Saint, the Immortal God, and the Buddha were all crammed into a vast hall that was, to mortals, where they drank and discussed the Dao. There were also clam maidens performing dances, mermaids singing, and the sounds of string and wind instruments playing continuously.

But the reality is more than that; he greatly underestimated the Dragon King's charisma and the divine powers of the immortals.

The top cultivators who came to congratulate Xuan Ting Dragon King on his transformation into a true dragon did indeed enter a grand hall. However, the main hall of this Dragon Palace was equipped with a Qiankun Formation, which, when activated, created a small world.

The 108 dragon pillars supporting the main hall, under the blessing of the Qiankun Magic Array, transformed into 108 majestic and towering divine mountains, insurmountable and magnificent.

The temporary banquet venue created as a result is incredibly vast, allowing even a true dragon demon saint to reveal their true form without any restraint.

Feng Bingwen saw that many demon saints and mountain gods directly revealed their true forms. Amidst the surging clouds and mist, their majestic and imposing forms were comparable to the legendary innate gods and demons.

"Nine-tailed fox!"

The two unrestrained dragons, unleashing their true forms and wreaking havoc on their own tables, were already familiar to Feng Bingwen. His gaze was drawn to a figure that had been revered as an auspicious omen in ancient human texts.

It was a white fox sitting lazily in the clouds, its intense purple demonic aura blazing like flames, its silvery-white fur dancing within it.

Although it was a white fox, its aura at this moment was in no way inferior to that of a real dragon. Its huge and agile fox body was full of powerful beauty, and the nine long fox tails trailing behind it covered the auspicious cloud seat where it was located.

"Nine-Tailed Fox!"

Gazing at the enchanting yet majestic nine-tailed fox, Feng Bingwen silently added another one to his mind. Clearly, this nine-tailed fox was completely different from the auspicious celestial fox revered by the ancient people; they were not on the same path.

"Um?"

Noticing Feng Bingwen's gaze, the seemingly aloof nine-tailed fox glanced at Feng Bingwen's seat, and a surge of purple demonic energy swept over, turning everything in front of Feng Bingwen purple.

Just as Feng Bingwen was about to do something, he saw the fox demon turn its head, yawn without any decorum, and then, right there at the Dragon King's banquet, under the watchful eyes of many immortals and saints, it lay down on the auspicious cloud, closed its eyes, and fell asleep.

"..."

The demonic aura before him had dissipated. Looking at this highly individualistic demon saint who held the top position on the left, Feng Bingwen naturally wouldn't be so tactless as to disturb him.

Although the other party noticed his gaze, they didn't care at all. It wasn't that they looked down on him; judging from his lazy posture of sleeping soundly at the banquet, it was clear that he didn't find anyone pleasing and didn't even have the interest to speak to them.

Looking at the gray-robed youth below the nine-tailed fox and the dragon king in the right seat opposite, both of them seemed to ignore him. It was clear that this demon saint was the same in other situations, or rather, his mere presence was already a great honor for the Mirror Sea Dragon King.

Feng Bingwen naturally wouldn't stare intently at a big shot. His gaze swept across the banquet and landed on a Buddhist master with a vast and radiant aura of Buddha.

It has three heads and six arms, with three faces that express anger, compassion, and sorrow respectively. Its six arms hold a vajra, a bow, an arrow, a sword, a trident, and a golden rope. It is solemn and majestic. Although it is bathed in Buddha's light, it does not make people feel at ease. Instead, it is full of killing intent.

"That is the renowned Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva, the King of Heavenly Punishment, from the Buddhist sect!"

Just as Feng Bingwen was sizing up the powerful figure who seemed to be out of step with the Buddhist doctrines, an old voice came from the side. Feng Bingwen turned his head and saw an old Taoist priest with white hair and a youthful face, smiling at him.

This was his neighbor, seated above him. This Taoist priest was not as flamboyant as those demon saints, dragon kings, or Buddhist wrathful deities; he remained a humble human.

But Feng Bingwen dared not underestimate him. In this hall, those who occupied a seat on auspicious clouds were all those who had attained immortality and had achieved the Dao; none of them were ordinary people.

Even the servants who serve tea and water, add delicious food, spirit wine and spirit fruit to the many seats, are all dragon sons and grandsons, dragon daughters and dragon grandmothers with dragon aura surrounding them. Ordinary people are simply not allowed to enter this hall.

"Thank you for informing me, fellow Daoist!"

Although the old Taoist priest was very friendly, Feng Bingwen felt somewhat uncomfortable. He had covered his face with immortal spiritual energy to conceal his figure, yet the old Taoist priest, who was dozens of feet away, still saw his actions.

"I am an old man named Luohe Jushi."

Feng Bingwen didn't want to say more, but the old Taoist priest didn't give up and took the initiative to speak again.

"Fellow Daoist, you look unfamiliar. Please forgive my poor eyesight and ignorance. May I ask which immortal mountain or blessed land you cultivate in?"

"A hermit cultivator in the mountains, not worth mentioning."

Feng Bingwen replied, maintaining his lukewarm attitude. The old Taoist priest seemed to have been secretly observing him the whole time; if it were simply a matter of making friends, Feng Bingwen wouldn't have acted this way.

"Master Luohe, people have long recognized the true nature of your Tianyandao and don't want to pay any attention to you. You're still trying to hide it. You've really made me laugh."

A soft laugh came from the other side. Feng Bingwen looked in the direction of the sound and saw a female Taoist sitting in the auspicious cloud seat to his left.

The woman had extremely beautiful eyebrows and eyes, with delicate features as smooth as jade. Her long hair was styled into a cloud-like bun, secured with a pure white jade crown.

He wore a light blue Taoist robe with no extra ornaments, except for two lines of delicate black calligraphy on the white lapel: "Born alone between heaven and earth, the gentle breeze sprinkles orchids and snow."

This Taoist was also plain and unassuming, dressed simply, with an air of indifference to worldly affairs, and possessed no remarkable qualities. However, his ability to remain calm and composed in this place already demonstrated his high level of spiritual attainment.

"So it's Immortal Qinglan. I was distracted earlier and didn't see you."

Luohe Jushi didn't seem to mind Kundao's words and simply cupped his hands in greeting.

The main reason is that he knows his own family's affairs best. He knows that his family's Tianyan Dao has a bad reputation. The reason why Tianyan Dao is ranked among the twelve sects of Daoism is precisely because of its ability to deduce and calculate.

Asura Martial God

The Heavenly Evolution Path was originally just the Heavenly Evolution Sect. However, after a certain sect leader had enough of the powerful figures from all walks of life who relied on their own strength to force their disciples to perform divination and fortune-telling, the sect leader, after reflecting on his actions overnight, led the entire sect down a path of scheming and deceiving others from which there was no return.

Since becoming a disciple of the Heavenly Evolution Sect, who was once welcomed wherever he went, he has become universally disliked and hated by everyone.

After all, no one can bear to become a pawn in the hands of the disciples of the Heavenly Evolution Path without even realizing it, losing their life for no reason and becoming a stepping stone for the other party to seek immortality.

"It would be best if I didn't see it. I don't want to have too much interaction with you, layman."

"It seems the immortal has a deep misunderstanding of my Heavenly Evolution Path!"

Don't come looking for me to say that.

Immortal Qinglan didn't want to waste time talking to a scheming old charlatan, so she looked at Feng Bingwen and casually offered a reminder.

"Fellow Daoist, when you come into contact with cultivators of the Heavenly Evolution Dao, you must be extremely vigilant, lest you become their pawn."

"Fairy Qinglan, we have no grudges against each other, why do you have to ruin the reputation of my Dao Sect?"

Luohe Jushi was quite helpless.

"hehe!"

Kun Dao chuckled lightly, too lazy to say anything, and instead introduced the powerful figures in the cultivation world to the two disciples she had brought in, broadening their horizons.

"Fellow Daoist, please don't listen to nonsense. We, the cultivators of the Heavenly Evolution Dao, are not as incompetent as Fairy Qinglan makes them out to be."

Seemingly wanting to salvage his image in front of Feng Bingwen, Luohe Jushi began to explain.

He truly meant no harm; he wasn't just looking for pieces to use in his strategy in the main hall of the Dragon Palace because he was tired of living.

The main reason was that as soon as he entered the main hall of the Dragon Palace and took his seat, he noticed that something was wrong with Feng Bingwen next to him. Normal attempts to conceal this could not escape the eyes of a spiritual being.

He sensed something extraordinary, but after he performed some calculations, he received an unbelievable result: a mortal.

If what we see before us is vastly different from the predicted results, then there is only one possibility.

Someone is trying to frame him!

This was the first thought that came to Luohe Laodao's mind. Thanks to his long experience of swindling people, he quickly guessed who wanted to swindle him: the Mirror Sea Dragon King.

Even though he had guessed the reason, as a cultivator of the Heavenly Evolution Path, Luohe was still itching to know the true identity of Feng Bingwen beside him. He wanted to strike up a conversation to get some useful information, rather than trying to deduce anything, so as not to touch any taboos.

But to his surprise, the other party didn't want to pay him any attention. At this moment, a fellow Daoist from a celestial sect revealed his true identity. After that, even the Daoist whose origins he couldn't deduce became even less interested in him.

"Um."

Feng Bingwen dealt with the situation casually. He could see that many guests were leaving their seats to chat with people they knew.

Although Feng Bingwen also wanted to befriend one or two immortal saints, he pondered his current realm and simply decided not to bother. There was no need for that; he would rather use that time to accumulate more merit through the Heavenly Book.

When he attains enlightenment and becomes an immortal, he will surely be surrounded by gods and Buddhas, and immortals and saints.