Chapter 252 Before the Yaochi Banquet
After that, Qingpingzi had Qingguanzi seal off all the gates of Yuxu Palace, and he personally led his fellow disciples to perform the kneeling worship at the Bajiao Palace every day.
After praying for five consecutive days, Ji Rong suddenly asked Qing Pingzi, "Senior brother, why did we never pray in previous years?"
Qingpingzi replied, "This year is different; we must offer our prayers properly this year."
Ji Rong understood that Qing Pingzi was unwilling to go to Yaochi ahead of schedule.
Ten days before the Jade Pool Feast, after paying homage to Ling Xiao Zi's statue with his fellow disciples, Qing Ping Zi went up to the Cloud Cliff alone.
He drew two whisks from the depths of the cloud cliff, then stood up, holding one simple whisk under his arm, and respectfully placed the other, a magnificent whisk adorned with five-colored gemstones, in Lingxiaozi's lowered hand, saying, "Master, we all need to go out to attend the banquet, and we are afraid that there will be no great cultivators in the Jade Void Palace to oversee things. We especially ask Master to bestow some means to look after us."
As soon as he finished speaking, the puppet dragons and phoenixes carried Ling Xiaozi's statue to the top of the cloud cliff, and hundreds of puppet beasts rushed to the various positions of the Jade Void Palace.
The nine dragons and nine phoenixes lay down, sat, stood, or floated in the air, like cold, deadly weapons.
Seeing the puppets leave the palace, Qingpingzi said, "Let's go."
Then Qing Guanzi transformed into his original form, lowered his head and said, "Fellow senior brothers and sisters, please come up."
Ji Rong followed everyone onto Qing Guanzi's back, and then Qing Guanzi leaped into the clouds.
Like a fish emerging from the sea, he leaped and swam towards the Golden Cauldron Palace.
The speed at which the gate was cleared was incredibly fast. Ji Rong felt as if she had boarded an upside-down teleportation array, with all she could see in her eyes was the ever-churning clouds and mist, and she could no longer see anything else.
Just as they caught a glimpse of green, Qing Guanzi suddenly steadied himself and stopped beside a magnificent palace garden inscribed with "Yaochi Villa".
Although this palace is only one story high, its gate tower is tall and its whole body shines with spiritual light. It is made of green jade bricks and white jade steps. Six living dragons guard the gate around the pillars. Three real phoenixes each lead a row of colorful birds and perch on the jade pillars as decorations. On the corners of the roof, there are beasts that have transformed into their original forms to guard the eaves. Anyone who sees it will praise its grandeur!
As soon as Qingguanzi opened his mouth, an invitation floated in the air, gleaming with golden light.
The colorful phoenix standing to the side immediately flew into the sky, circling and dancing. He called out, "The Jade Void Palace Master, along with his seventy-five cultivators, has come to celebrate Your Highness's birthday."
The birds on the pillar began to sing, and a deer scurried down from the eaves. As soon as he landed, he transformed into a celestial being and bowed to Qingpingzi and his group, saying, "Distinguished guests, please follow me."
Qingpingzi and the other cultivators from Yuxu Palace followed the deer attendant. When they passed the gate, Qingpingzi took the lead in placing congratulatory gifts into the large storage tray placed in the middle of the gate.
Qing Guanzi, who was lagging behind in the group, immediately transformed into a celestial being, quickly walked up to Qing Pingzi, tugged at Ji Rong beside him, and whispered, "Junior Sister, we are Senior Brother's servants today, so there's no need to give gifts."
Upon hearing this, Ji Rong gave Qing Guanzi a squinting, fang-baring smile, and then immediately retracted the wing claws that had been extended under her wings.
After bypassing the storage tray, the cultivators were led along a path lined with flower walls and a stream to a small lake. Rows of jade tables were set up beside the lake, and most of the cultivators were already seated at these tables.
They were either watching the singing and dancing on the shallows of the lake;
Or they might compete in magical techniques on the sidelines;
Or perhaps they secretly took out some treasures, chose their favorite cultivator, and went to the depths of that flower-lined path to enjoy a life of pleasure...
Ji Rong and Qing Guanzi followed Qing Pingzi to sit on an inconspicuous table. Once seated, Ji Rong looked around. On the other side of the lake, there was a palace, a spirit crystal palace, inlaid with dazzling spirit crystals.
The pillars supporting the palace were all carved from the finest jade, displaying extreme extravagance. Ji Rong couldn't help but marvel at the wealth of the ancient gods. Back then, her mother had scolded her father so badly because of a piece of beautiful jade that he couldn't lift his head. She and her brother were content with earning a few dozen spirit crystals a day just to survive.
Now, seeing such precious items embedded in the palace as decorations, Ji Rong's eyes grew increasingly cold as she looked at these magnificent pavilions.
We cultivators, having endured hardships to attain immortality, cannot escape being cooked.
Only by serving as slaves and maids can one enjoy divine favor, receive delicacies, and sit before the emperor.
That's so unfair!
If the gods never die, all things will be incompatible! The end of life is the natural order!
Although Qingpingzi was sitting in an inconspicuous position, there were very few Zhen cultivators nowadays, and even fewer old Zhen cultivators with whisks. Soon, many cultivators recognized him and came to greet him.
Ji Rong looked at the monsters who came to pay their respects with a puzzled expression, so she stood on tiptoe, stretched her neck, and whispered to her senior brother Qing Guanzi beside her.
Seeing Ji Rong's curiosity, Qing Guanzi caught her on the ground with his arm and placed her on his shoulder. While acting as Qing Pingzi's representative, he whispered to Ji Rong the stories that their master, Ling Xiaozi, had told them.
Qing Guanzi turned his head to look at Ji Rong, whose eyes had become fiery, and chuckled softly, "Junior sister, speaking of which, you are the only one who has never heard Master's story with your own ears. Today, I, your senior brother, will tell you."
The ancient gods of the distant past were so engrossed in creating gods that they were busy with the task of evolving the world. They created gods again and again, and the old and new gods fought one battle after another for territory and power.
The gods are born intelligent. Like the ancient gods who were born from the source, they feed on the source to strengthen themselves.
However, since the first group of Celestials shattered the major spiritual streams, the source streams have lost their replenishment.
As a result, hunting among the divine races became increasingly frequent.
By the time Ling Xiaozhi was born, only fifty races remained of the gods.
The rest of the gods either died out completely or spontaneously merged into other clans. Among them, the Wa clan merged the most. Their ancestors were all created by the ancient goddess Nuwa and her successor, the goddess Wa Kai. They were diverse in kind. After years of war, they spontaneously abandoned their original surnames and adopted Wa as their surname.
When Lingxiaozi passed away, there were still thirty gods left.
After the Lord of the West rose to power and became the supreme ruler, with the tacit approval of the Golden Mother Goddess, He, together with Emperor Rong, found many pretexts to further reduce these thirty tribes to only fifteen.
The remaining fifteen divine races are:
The Danzhu clan,
The Tide Clan
The Great Universe Clan
The Fire-Dwelling Clan
Japanese style clan
The Nuwa Clan was formed by the remnants of the divine race created by the great goddess Nuwa, who spontaneously gathered together.
The Broken Spear Clan
The Huan'an clan,
Xuanyuan clan,
The Imperial Clan
The Mutong clan
Wankong Clan
Qishan Clan
The Yin clan.
They all reside on Kunlun Avenue. They are the dregs of this world's evolution, the scum that cannot sink in the changes of time, and one of the thieves of the source.
Originally, there was also the Xi Clan, descendants of the great god Xi Chang. After Xi Chang was born from the Origin Fire, he split himself into ten parts with a wave of his claw, transforming into ten golden crows. Five of these golden crows mated with bird cultivators and gave birth to offspring, thus forming the Xi Clan.
But Xi Zhu was worried that the source was being consumed too quickly, so he first swung his sword at this branch of descendants born from his younger brothers and sisters who were not very convinced of His will. Only a few people like Xi Tong, who were barely surviving, were left before he stopped.
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