Chapter 1365

On the right side of Gu or Jin stood a beautiful girl in a short blue skirt, a stark contrast to the red-robed old woman on the left. Not only was her clothing rather cool, but there was also a sweet smile on her face, which made one fall in love with her at first sight.

There were two pink dragon horns on his head, and his long black hair was in countless braids. His two round eyes were full of spirit, and there were exquisite blue rings on his arms and ankles. There were also a few small bells hanging from the rings.

No matter how one looked at her, she looked like a harmless, beautiful girl. But in reality, she was one of the Seven Lords of the Heavenly Court. She was a water-type Dao Ancestor who had cultivated the Laws of Water to the limit, Chen Ruyan.

Her and Chi Rong's auras were completely opposite, and there was a faint feeling of the Great Daos clashing with each other. It was not the kind of friction between the same Great Daos, but two different Great Daos that naturally hated each other, and as soon as they met, they would clash.

The girl did not look at Chi Rong, and Chi Rong did not look at the girl. They looked at each other with disgust, like fire and water.

On the other side of Chi Rong stood an old man who wasn't very tall and had a thin face. Today, he didn't wear the coarse hemp clothes he usually wore, and instead changed into a dazzling purple-gold Daoist robe. The threads on the robe flickered with a strange light, and with a single glance, one could tell that it was an Immortal Artifact robe.

The old man's shoulders were still slightly hunched, but his eyes were bright and sharp. He was none other than the master of the Nine Yuan Temple, Li Yuanjiu.

On the other side, next to Chen Ruyan stood a tall figure wrapped tightly in a long black robe. Even his face was no exception, revealing only a pair of deep purple eyes that seemed to contain thousands of stars, sparkling and sparkling.

This person was called Yin Ming, the most mysterious of the Seven Lords of the Heavenly Law, and also a Supreme Dao Ancestor that was not known to the world.

Patriarch Chen Tuan had not walked the world for a long time, and was gradually forgotten by people, but there were still legends of his prestige in the world. But this Dao Ancestor Yin Ming did not even have a legend, and even a group of high-level cultivators of the Heavenly Court did not know his background.

As a matter of fact, Ancestor Chen Tuan had been swallowed by the Heavenly Axiom and was no different from a cripple. Xuanyuan Jie had been beheaded by Han Li and Jintong. Apart from these five, there were no other Seven Lords of the Heavenly Axiom.

In fact, in the past Bodhi Banquets, apart from the past and present, most of the other Seven Lords of the Heavenly Court would not easily show up, especially the black-robed man. For five of them to show up at once today was already considered a lot.

Seeing these people appear, almost all the cultivators present stood up to greet them.

The Heavenly Court's cultivators all greeted, "Greetings, Supremacy."

Gu Huejin nodded with a smile and said, "Fellow Taoist Cang Wu, the Samsara Temple Master is our guest today. Please don't spoil the etiquette."

His words didn't have much of a warning in them. Instead, they seemed to be gentle persuasion.

True Lord Cang Wu retracted his hand and sat back down at the table. However, his expression was even more weary than before.

The Samsara Temple Master raised his eyebrows and looked at Gu Huejin and the others calmly.

Qing Qiu Spiritual Master heaved a sigh of relief and led the Samsara Temple Master to the front row where True Lord Cang Wu and the other Dao Ancestors were seated.

"Temple Master, this is the seat I've arranged for you. Please take a seat," said Qing Qiu Spiritual Master.

The Samsara Temple Master glanced at the seat and laughed heartily. He took a step forward and directly passed the table. He came to the seat between the row of seats and the Seven Lords of the Heavenly Dao.

All of a sudden, he bent his five fingers and grabbed one of the seven tables, pulling it back.

The table and the futon behind it were swept back by a force and landed in front of the Samsara Temple Master.

"Since the person is no longer here, isn't it too unlucky to still have a seat there?" said the Samsara Temple Master with a bright laugh.

With that, the Samsara Temple Master sat down and casually picked up a pot of Immortal Brew from the table. He poured it into a cup and gently swirled it.

Seeing this, the entire venue was in an uproar.

The cold sweat that Qing Qiu Spiritual Master had just restrained began to drip down uncontrollably.

However, deep down, he admired the Samsara Temple Master for being able to display such a domineering attitude in such an environment. There was probably no one else who could do so.

But as much as he admired the Samsara Temple Master, he had to bite the bullet and persuade him, "Temple Master, this … is unreasonable."

The Samsara Temple Master turned a deaf ear to him and drank the wine in one gulp.

"It's alright. Thank you for your concern, Temple Master," said Gu Huejin with a smile.

Since the Supreme Martial Artist had said so, the others naturally had no objections. Qing Qiu Spiritual Master bade farewell and turned to leave the venue, returning to the Dongsheng Continent.

Gu Huejin and the others sat separately, but not next to each other.

As the leader of the Seven Lords of the Heavenly Dao, Gu Huejin naturally sat in the middle. His table was also slightly higher than the others.

To his left was the black-robed Tao Ancestor named Yin Ming. To his right was empty. Patriarch Chen Tuan's seat should have been there.

To the left, Chen Ruyan, the Tao Ancestor, was sitting next to Yin Ming. The seat to her left was not only empty, but even the table had been moved away by the Samsara Temple Master. It used to be Xuanyuan Jie's seat.

To the right, next to Patriarch Chen Tuan sat Tao Ancestor Chi Rong, and next to him sat the Temple Master of Jiuyuan Temple.

After these people sat down, the others who had stood up to greet them took their seats one after another. The entire venue was filled with celestial music, and the atmosphere finally calmed down a little.

At this moment, a figure wrapped in layers of thick white clouds appeared in front of the crowd.

When the clouds dissipated, a tall, slender figure was revealed. He was dressed in a sky-blue robe that was embroidered with snow-white cloud patterns. He was Dao Ancestor Baiyun, who was in charge of the operations of the Heavenly Court.

"Today is the Bodhi Banquet. We sincerely invite all our guests to come and enjoy the immortal blessings. I hope all of you enjoy yourselves." Tao Ancestor Baiyun bowed to Gu Huejin and the others, then turned to the others and said with a bright smile.

As soon as he finished speaking, a colorful cloud suddenly appeared above everyone's heads. Inside, dozens of fairies and palace maids dressed in colorful feather robes swayed and danced. As their robes fluttered, countless petals sprinkled down. It was a beautiful sight.

The crowd watched with relish and temporarily relaxed. They toasted each other and tasted the immortal wine and spiritual fruits.

…

In the depths of the endless void turbulence, a huge silver mountain floated. It was so high that its top could not be seen. It was like a silver giant standing in the void turbulence.

The entire silver mountain was formed from a crystalline and translucent silver ore. Every piece of the silver ore emitted the fluctuations of the Law of Space. If there was someone here who knew their stuff, they would definitely be able to tell at a glance that this silver ore was the legendary Void Crystal that contained the power of the Law of Space.

Countless fluctuations of the Law of Space radiated from various parts of the giant mountain and gathered together to form a powerful fluctuation of the Law of Space. It seemed as if it could shake the entire void turbulence.

As soon as the chaotic void turbulence approached the silver mountain, it immediately became docile and automatically flowed past the side of the mountain.

At the bottom of the mountain, there was a huge black turtle. Its huge body was like a continent, and it carried the silver mountain on its back.

The giant turtle moved its limbs and slowly moved forward in the void turbulence with the silver mountain on its back.

There were countless small holes on the silver mountain, from the foot of the mountain all the way to the top. It was unknown how many there were, but it was like a beehive.

Upon closer inspection, there were many caves behind those small holes. Inside those caves, there were many passages that extended in all directions. They seemed to have hollowed out the silver mountain.

On the two sides of each passage, there was a stone room built not far from each other. It was unknown how many stone rooms there were in each passage, and the number of stone rooms on the entire mountain was even more uncountable.

Between the stone rooms, there were thick silver lines connecting them. It was like a fine and complicated silver net, connecting all the stone rooms on the mountain together.

Between the stone rooms, there were thick silver lines connecting them, like a fine and complicated silver net, connecting all the stone rooms on the mountain together.

These silver lines flickered, as if they were teleporting something.

There were several Dharma Formations in each stone room. They were different from ordinary Dharma Formations, but they were Dharma Formations.

These Dharma Formations all buzzed and vibrated, and from time to time, they spat out all kinds of items.

Countless people of the Samsara Temple stood guard next to each Dharma Formation, placing these items into other Dharma Formations and sending them away, or handing them over to puppets.

These puppets collected the items and immediately transported them out, running all over the silver mountain peak.

The silver mountain was like a huge country. It was extremely busy, but also operating in an orderly manner.

At the top of the silver mountain, there was a grand hall.

The hall was very spacious, at least thousands of feet wide. There were not many things inside, except for four huge crafting furnaces in the center of the hall.

These furnaces were dozens of feet high, almost touching the roof of the hall. They looked exactly the same, but they were in four different colors: blue, green, red, and black.

The bottom of the four furnaces was wrapped in a layer of silver flames. Dozens of cultivators sat around the furnaces, most of them wearing Samsara Temple masks, indicating that they were members of the Samsara Temple.

Some of them wore purple robes, the uniform of the Devil's Sunrise Dynasty.

These people were constantly making hand seals, and rare materials flew into the four furnaces.

The furnaces swallowed and spat out flames, and the furnaces began to rotate slowly, rumbling like thunder.

The surface of the blue furnace flashed, and the lid suddenly shook and flew away, shooting out a ball of blue light.

A tall man from the Samsara Temple near the furnace waved his hand, and the ball of blue light came into his hand. It was a blue rabbit-head mask. It was a Samsara Temple mask, but it looked a little stiff.

The man looked at the mask a few times, and nodded slowly. He turned around and went to a side hall at the back of the hall.

There were three stone platforms, and a cultivator sat on each of them. Each of them held a white jade tablet in their hands, and there were lines of words flashing on it.

The three of them looked at the words on the jade tablets while making hand seals. They seemed to be very busy.

The person on the left was a middle-aged man in gray clothes. His face was thin, and his eyes were deep, making him look gloomy.

The person in the middle was a purple-robed old man, and judging by his clothes, he was also from the Sunrise Dynasty. He was slightly hunched, and there was sparse hair on his head. His face was full of wrinkles, but he was hale and hearty.

The person on the right was a white-robed woman with fair skin, bright eyes, and white teeth. She was quite beautiful, but her expression was very cold.

The three of them had extremely powerful auras at the Grand Luo Realm, and the purple-robed old man had the highest cultivation base. He was at the peak of the Mid-stage Grand Luo Realm, and he was only a step away from the Late-stage Grand Luo Realm.