"When does Your Majesty plan to begin the Conferred God Ceremony?"

After three rounds of wine, Martial Emperor Lu Chengfeng slowly asked.

The few people at the main table all imperceptibly raised their heads to look at Chen Yuan.

Those who could sit at the main table were all extremely respected figures in the Great Yan Dynasty. Any one of them could cause a sensation in the world, but here, they were all relegated to supporting roles.

Everyone had different thoughts, and the sounds of discussion gradually dissipated, with a hint of curiosity in their eyes.

They were only vaguely aware of the Conferred God Ceremony and did not understand it clearly. However, it concerned the future direction of the world, so they couldn't help but pay attention.

Moreover, although they could all go to the Immortal Realm, their relatives and friends were hoping for this opportunity. If one achieved enlightenment, all their relatives would ascend to heaven. How could they really be so heartless?

If they could learn some things in advance, that would naturally be better.

Chen Yuan took a sip of immortal tea, looked at the gazes of the crowd, and slowly said:

"After Sheng'er and Xue'er's wedding, the Conferred God Ceremony will begin."

"Oh..."

"Today, everyone has gathered here. Some know about it, some don't. I will take this opportunity to reveal some things, so that you won't have too many thoughts. You are all aware of the Extraterritorial Demons.

It is a huge threat. It will be very difficult to overcome this calamity with the power of the dynasty alone. We must gather the greatest and strongest power. The Conferred God Platform... is giving everyone a chance to survive.

After my refinement, the Conferred God Platform is also different. Those who ascend the Conferred God Platform can break free. Even Huayang Realm warriors can separate their primordial spirit to ascend the platform, thereby increasing their lifespan.

However... they cannot be reborn like sixth-realm immortals.

In other words, whether you pursue martial arts or longevity in the future, you can separate your divine soul essence and enter the Conferred God Platform. In this way, you will have several opportunities in future battles.

If the origin is not destroyed, you are immortal.

And if the great calamity passes, I can also help you break free..."

Chen Yuan did not hide anything and told everyone about it in front of them. He did not want them to have any resistance to the Conferred God Ceremony. Of course, if they really did not want their divine soul essence to enter the Conferred God Platform,

He would not force them.

Future heavenly court positions at all levels would still be conferred.

Everything depends on one's own pursuits.

The people around him fell into deep thought, silent, as if they were thinking about something.

Moro's eyes flickered slightly, and he suddenly said:

"If we enter the Conferred God Platform, will we... also be restricted by the Conferred God Platform, like those immortals?"

As soon as this was said, the eyes of several people on the table flickered.

This was actually the reason for their hesitation.

Supporting the dynasty was no problem, supporting Chen Yuan was no problem, and resisting the invasion of the extraterritorial demons was even more their duty, but... entrusting their lives to it from now on was a bit... difficult for them to accept.

No one could accept it.

"That's right." Chen Yuan nodded.

Seeing that everyone had some degree of resistance, he smiled:

"Don't worry, everyone has the freedom to choose. Even if you don't enter the Conferred God Platform, you can still be conferred as gods. It's just that it will be a bit more dangerous in future battles.

It doesn't matter..."

"Your Majesty, may we have some time to consider?"

Old Celestial Master whispered.

"Alright."

"Father Emperor."

As the few were discussing, Crown Prince Chen Sheng, holding Crown Princess Jiang Xue, came to the first table to offer a toast. Apart from Chen Yuan, Jiang He, Moro, and Lu Chengfeng, the others all stood up to greet them.

"Since ancient times, one establishes a career after starting a family. Now that you have married Xue'er, you must not be so unruly anymore. This Central Plains land will be under your control in the future."

Chen Yuan encouraged.

"Your son understands."

"Hmm..."

"After entering the royal family, you must be gentle and virtuous, not arrogant and domineering. Everything should be based on the royal family, and you don't have to worry about your family." Jiang He, who was usually taciturn, did not remain silent this time.

Instead, he smiled and instructed.

"Your daughter understands."

Jiang Xue nodded with a smile.

Lu Chengfeng and Moro also gave some timely encouragement, and then each presented a precious gift, worth a fortune. The others at the main table were also generous.

They all sent out the most treasured items of their respective sects and immortal clans.

After all, the Crown Prince's wedding only happened once.

Seeing Chen Yuan's intention to reside in the Immortal Realm permanently in the future, the great power of the human world would fall on Crown Prince Chen Sheng, so they had to maintain a good relationship.

After a grand banquet, the host and guests were all happy.

The whole world celebrated, and the Central Plains was overjoyed.

But no matter how great the joyous event, it would eventually come to an end, and the attention of the people of the world was more focused on the Conferred God Platform.

As the time approached, more and more rumors spread.

The most outrageous one was that someone said that one could become an immortal and live forever by entering the Conferred God Platform... which made many people even more envious.

.....

.....

At this time, in the vast and boundless depths of the starry sky, mottled starlight scattered its brilliance, illuminating the surroundings. Among the stars, a behemoth was moving rapidly at this moment.

Each flash could cross hundreds of miles.

The behemoth resembled a giant mountain, with honeycomb-like holes on it. From a distance, it looked like a very large insect nest. Wherever it passed,

Any obstacles would be turned into nothing.

And this was the Extraterritorial Demon that Chen Yuan regarded as a great enemy.

The insect nest was not only magnificent on the surface, but also contained the universe within. It formed its own world, like huge secret realms attached together and gathered together.

It was more like a real world.

Before one of the most noble caves, a humanoid man with double horns on his head, an evil face, and draped in black hair was bowing deeply towards the depths, with a humble expression.

As for his identity, he was the Rotian Demon God who had his incarnation killed by Chen Yuan last time.

He possessed Mo Ying, thinking he could be invincible and wipe out everything, eliminating all obstacles for the arrival of the Holy Race, but he stumbled.

He was suppressed and killed by someone whose cultivation realm was far inferior to his.

He was very unwilling, but he could not do anything for the time being.

He could only suppress the killing intent in his heart and prepare to completely end that grievance after the Holy Race arrived.

A mere person from the lower realm dared to treat the Holy Race like this.

He should be killed!

Rotian Demon God's body was hunched and bent, not daring to move at all, waiting for the Holy Lord to awaken. Since the great battle thousands of years ago, the Holy Lord had rarely awakened.

Even when he reported decades ago, he had not actually seen the Holy Lord.

Out of necessity, the elders could only make their own decisions and change the route.

This time, if there were no accidents, the Holy Lord should have something to ask him.

After about ten breaths, a trace of pressure suddenly came from inside the cave, possessing supreme power, making Rotian Demon God's hunched body bend even more.

Seventh Realm, an Undying Existence!

This was its pressure!

Lifespan measured in tens of thousands of years...

It was the anchor of a race.

"Rotian..."

A faint voice echoed in Rotian Demon God's ears, and he immediately responded:

"Your subordinate is here."

"Come in..."

"Yes, sir."

Rotian Demon God took a deep breath and slowly walked into the cave. The light of the surrounding formations gradually dimmed until he reached the deepest part, where there was a pool of dark magic spring.

All the supreme pressure emanated from the black magic spring.

After Rotian entered, the black magic spring quickly began to tremble, gradually gathering into a vortex, and then condensing into a strange face whose features could not be seen clearly.

"Your subordinate pays respects to the Holy Lord!"

Rotian Demon God did not dare to look up at the existence in front of him.

The magic spring was an extremely important life magic spring for the Holy Race, used to restore the origin of life, requiring a lot of resources. Now the Holy Lord was resting in it.

"They say... you discovered the whereabouts of the Holy Altar?"

The Holy Lord's voice continued to sound.

"Yes, it is the ancestral realm of the guy who attacked my Holy Race's divine nest thousands of years ago. The Holy Race scattered its clansmen in the starry sky in order to find and plunder more realm origins.

Previously, your subordinate descended to that realm with a projection divine ability, in..."

Rotian Demon God did not dare to hide anything and told everything he knew, including his process of subduing Mo Ying, including his understanding of Chen Yuan.

Including the legend of that Martial Emperor, and also including a great battle between him and Chen Yuan, and at the last critical moment, he was accidentally turned around by that person.

"Martial Emperor... Realm... Chen Yuan... Holy Altar..."

The Holy Lord muttered these words.

After a long time, he said:

"In your opinion, is that so-called Chen Yuan related to the Martial Emperor? Is he his reincarnation?"

"There are some similarities, but your subordinate thinks... I am afraid that is not the case. Perhaps... it is just that the kid's luck is too heaven-defying, so he can... control the Holy Altar."

Rotian Demon God said cautiously.

"Luck? Hmph... The Holy Altar protects its master, it is not just as simple as luck." Only he knew the power of the Holy Altar. It was impossible to recognize its master casually, even if it was him...

He had not been able to make the Holy Altar recognize him as its master.

Otherwise, he would not have led the clan away from the Immortal Realm, preparing to recuperate and plunder resources in the lower realm.

"The Holy Lord is right."

Rotian Demon God immediately echoed, not daring to refute at all.

"How long is it from that realm?"

"Traveling at the current speed, it will take about thirty years to reach that realm. As long as we can take back the Holy Altar, my clan will be able to truly have hope."

Rotian Demon God said in a deep voice.

How glorious was the Holy Race back then?

Within the Immortal Realm, it could definitely be called a top-tier race. It was a pity... that they encountered that existence who was born out of nowhere. After a hundred years of war, their foundation was exhausted, and the other side became stronger and stronger.

The Holy Race could not keep up and could only decline helplessly.

"Hehehe..." The Holy Lord responded to him with only a faint smile.

"Holy Lord, your subordinate has one more thing to ask."

Rotian Demon God let out a long breath, sighed, and continued.

"Say it."

"Chen Yuan cannot be underestimated. His growth rate is extremely fast. Decades ago, he could suppress and kill your subordinate's Heavenly Immortal Peak incarnation. His current strength... is likely to be enough to rival or even surpass your subordinate.

Therefore... your subordinate dares to ask, Holy Lord, your injuries now..."

Rotian Demon God had no intention of underestimating Chen Yuan at all, but instead placed him in a very important position, feeling that if they met again decades later,

With his strength, something unexpected might happen.

The Second Elder died three thousand years ago, and the Great Elder was only slightly stronger than him.

In his opinion, the only one who could truly control the victory at that time would be the Holy Lord.

After all, no matter how strong Chen Yuan was, he did not believe that the other party could raise his cultivation to the Seventh Realm, such an existence, in just a few decades.

Even the Immortal Realm had never had one.

"This seat's injuries have not yet recovered."

"This..."

Rotian Demon God hesitated slightly.

"Could it be that the Martial Emperor of thousands of years ago was really so strong in battle?"

"The Martial Emperor is indeed not weak, capable of fighting Undying Existences, but... it is not enough to seriously injure me. The injuries on this seat are all left by the Yuhuang... That power has not completely dissipated even now..."

Thinking of that existence back then, the Holy Lord's aura began to surge, and a huge pressure began to rise, with a faint killing intent escaping in all directions.

The decline of the Holy Race was all... because of this person.

"Yuhuang..."

"Although he seriously injured me, he will not feel good either. When this seat absorbs enough original power, reclaims the Holy Altar, and accumulates some years, I can kill back again.

Let the glorious light of my Holy Race spread throughout the Immortal Realm..."

The Holy Lord said in a deep voice.

"One day, the light of the Holy Race will shine throughout the Immortal Realm!" A trace of excitement flashed in Rotian Demon God's eyes.

That was the hope for the future.

"Tell the people below to speed up immediately... We must arrive in that realm within twenty years... I... can't wait to devour those origins..." The Holy Lord's faint voice sounded.

......

......

The 27th year of the Shengwu era of the Great Yan Dynasty, June 21st, summer.

After more than half a year of preparation and accumulation, the imperial court finally made complete preparations and decided to start the Conferred God Ceremony today.

This was the first time in the human world, completely different from the previous enfeoffment ceremony.

That was just earthly wealth, but now... it was ascension to the Immortal Realm.

From then on, one would be separated from the human world and be high above.

Naturally, it attracted countless gazes.

Warriors from the Southern Border, Northern Barbarians, Western Regions, and Eastern Sea, reclusive families, and secluded experts, after hearing this news, could not help but feel excited and curious.

After reporting to the imperial court, they prepared to come here to watch the ceremony.

If possible, they would not mind serving the imperial court in exchange for longevity.

Of course, the premise was that the imperial court did not despise them.

....

From dawn, colorful brilliance began to flicker above the nine heavens, reflecting the void and affecting nearly ten thousand miles. The people of the entire Central Zhou realm could see the strange phenomena above the nine heavens when they looked up.

The immortal gate opened, and the ethereal mist escaped through the portal, making people yearn for it.

Immortal music sounded, and auspicious beasts, flying cranes, and immortal egrets appeared in the sky.

The great sun shone on the heavens and the earth, and the national fortune surged like the sea.

Below the Conferred God Platform, countless court officials, civil and military generals, members of the royal family, and famous figures in the martial arts world were silent, staring solemnly at the Conferred God Platform that represented ascension.

Happy for their future, worried about what official positions they would have in the Immortal Realm.

Concerned about their relatives and people in the human world.

There were many such things.

As time passed, it was noon in the blink of an eye, and the people present looked solemn and began to restrain some of their thoughts.

The Conferred God... was about to begin!