Inside the sect, a grand banquet had already been prepared. Naturally, a wedding feast within an immortal sect was far superior to anything in the mortal world. The meat served was all from fierce beasts or spirit beasts, rich in spiritual energy and nutrition, exceptionally delicious. The chefs were also masterful in their craft—not only were the dishes perfectly balanced in color, aroma, and flavor, but when uncovered, they even released a glow of gourmet brilliance, making mouths water and appetites flare.
As for the wine—it was no ordinary vintage. It was a spirit wine called Dream of a Thousand Years. Upon drinking it, regardless of one's cultivation, one would experience a dreamlike state, a blissful feeling of encountering the most beautiful things hidden deep within the heart, as if immersed in an illusion they didn't wish to wake from. For countless cultivators, it was simply the most exquisite sensation.
At such a feast, both host and guests were thoroughly delighted. Yun Tianqing and Suyu came to offer wine in person, and Yi Tianxing received it with a smile.
Inside his body, his Gourmet Cells cheered in joy, savoring the taste of the fine delicacies while absorbing the surrounding essence of heaven and earth, steadily growing stronger. And because they were deep within the Kunlun Mountains, the vital energy contained within the spirit qi was infused with the essence of the Ancestral Veins of All Living Beings, further enhancing the body's vitality. Yi Tianxing's flesh and blood gained a unique liveliness rarely found elsewhere, strengthening him even more. Clearly, environment did matter.
"Impressive."
Yi Tianxing nodded inwardly, offering silent praise. The Kunlun Mountains truly lived up to their reputation. The reason countless sects coveted this land was now evident—it had more than earned its renown.
The only pity was that this was only his Dharma Body. Although it was indistinguishable from his real one, any cultivation progress made by this body couldn't be brought back. This wasn't a body formed during a celestial journey, yet his senses remained real. He could still taste the food.
Given the status of Yun Tianqing and Suyu, their Dao Companion ceremony was an extravagant affair. Exotic fruits flowed in abundance, food never ceased, and everyone involved gave their all. After the feast, many cultivators began to take their leave. But before long, streaks of light descended into Qionghua Immortal Sect—visitors arriving.
"King Yi, the Palace Mistress invites you."
A young female disciple approached Yi Tianxing and spoke politely.
"Very well, lead the way."
Yi Tianxing replied calmly with a faint smile.
Soon, under the disciple's guidance, he arrived at a majestic palace. Yi Tianxing glanced up at the plaque above the gate: Palace of Illusory Void (Huanxu Palace).
Entering the hall, he saw numerous cultivators already gathered—each clearly a figure of authority and high status, not the kind of people one met casually.
"King Yi."
As Yi Tianxing entered, the cultivators all bowed in greeting.
"King Yi," Suyao said with a smile, "let me make a few introductions. These are the Sect Masters of nearby major sects. Upon hearing that the Saint King had arrived in the Kunlun Mountains and was temporarily staying in Qionghua Immortal Sect, they each came to pay their respects. This is the Sect Master of Jinguang Immortal Sect, this one of Taihua, this one of Lihuo, and that one of Qiankun..."
As she introduced them, it became clear there were several dozen sect masters present.
Each one hailed from a six-star sect or higher, with enormous power and prestige. They naturally carried a certain air of authority with them.
But before Yi Tianxing, that authority amounted to nothing. Instead, a subconscious reverence emerged in their expressions.
After Da Yi's ascension to Sacred Court status, its position was comparable to the holy lands of sects—and even higher.
How could they not show respect? How dare they not?
Every greeting was made with the utmost formality, not a hint of arrogance or carelessness.
"There's no need for such formality, Sect Masters. I've only come this time as an elder brother, that's all."
Yi Tianxing smiled gently, taking a seat in the main hall. His words were modest, but no one dared forget their manners.
"This visit by the Saint King," Suyao continued frankly, "has indeed brought joy to Qionghua. But these Sect Masters also came with purpose. First, to meet the Saint King in person. Second, to understand Da Yi Sacred Court's attitude toward us—toward the human sects. After all, everyone present today leads a sect based around the human race. And Da Yi is the foremost Sacred Court of humanity, the primary dynasty of fate. It affects the very destiny of our race."
Da Yi's dominance within the human race was undisputed—its importance self-evident. In fact, news from the Ancestral Court of Humanity suggested that the race's fortune was steadily rising, and the root cause of that was none other than Da Yi. That fact alone proved how essential the dynasty had become.
Dynasties and sects might be different systems—but both were built by the human race.
"I, Da Yi, currently govern five major realms: Bohai, Hanhai, Caribbean Sea, Dead Sea, and the Demonic Sea, with a population exceeding sixty trillion."
Yi Tianxing spoke with ease, summarizing Da Yi's situation.
"Our national policy is to use Immortal Cities to suppress the wilderness, uphold humanity's supremacy while coexisting with other races. Each Immortal City stabilizes a region of three thousand miles. Today, Da Yi is stable, prosperous, and developing smoothly—its destiny growing daily."
Then, he added: "Da Yi has no hostility toward the sects—be they of the righteous or demonic path. As long as they obey Da Yi law, coexistence is possible. Outside the cities lies the wilderness, spirit mountains, and various suitable places for sects to establish themselves. While sects cannot set up inside cities, disciples may freely enter and exit, register as citizens, and be treated equally."
Yi Tianxing's tone remained calm.
Da Yi had never treated sect disciples with special favor—nor had it suppressed them. Sects could recruit disciples freely. Any Da Yi citizen willing to join was welcome. But likewise, sect disciples had no privileges. If they broke the law, they would face the same judgment as anyone—execution, imprisonment, or death on the spot.
In short: oppose Da Yi, and you die.
The Sect Masters exchanged glances, all understanding the unspoken message behind Yi Tianxing's words. No one was above the law. Under Da Yi's Heavenly Statutes, all are equal. Obey the rules, and you're one of us. Disobey—and you're the enemy.
The conversation turned toward Da Yi's internal matters and then toward various sect-related topics. Before long, both sides had gained mutual understanding.
Suddenly, Yi Tianxing smiled and said, "This time, I've come in Dharma Body form and didn't bring many gifts. But since I've had the pleasure of meeting you all—pillars of the human race and our first line of defense—I can't leave without a token."
He waved his hand, and dozens of brilliant golden items appeared—flying toward the Sect Masters, including Suyao herself.
Each one was a dazzling Eternal Coin Casting Furnace.
Golden light flooded the hall, casting a radiant glow like a treasure vault.
"These… these are the legendary Eternal Casting Furnaces! It's said that even a single one costs tens of millions of Eternal Coins, and they're nearly impossible to acquire. You can feed in materials and mint your own Eternal Coins!"
"This is… far too precious."
One by one, the Sect Masters' eyes gleamed. They had heard of these before, but they were so rare that even money couldn't buy them. Whenever one appeared, it would be instantly snatched up.
Since Eternal Coins had become the mainstream currency of the Eternal World, their significance had changed completely.
Faced with these casting furnaces, none of the Sect Masters even thought of declining. Miss out now, and who knew when another chance would come? Besides, this was a clear sign of goodwill from Yi Tianxing. Refusing would not only insult Da Yi—it might bring consequences.
"Many thanks, Saint King. We shall accept your generous gift with humility."
They thanked him in unison.
"It's nothing worth mentioning," Yi Tianxing replied. "However, there is one small favor I'd like to ask."
His tone turned slightly more serious.
"Please, speak."
The Sect Masters glanced at each other. They all understood—after accepting such valuable gifts, they couldn't just nod and smile. Something was expected.
"I've always had a deep interest in the various classics, records, and writings of the world—be they travelogues, unofficial histories, or obscure scrolls. After all, Da Yi Sacred Court is relatively young. Our collection is far from complete."
"I'd like to humbly request permission to copy a selection of texts from each of your sects' Scripture Repositories—of course, excluding anything involving cultivation techniques or inherited divine arts. Anything else, regardless of quantity or rarity, would be most welcome."
Yi Tianxing's tone was calm, his intent clear.
Originally, he had only hoped to gather some from Qionghua—but with all these Sect Masters here, how could he miss such an opportunity? He didn't care for techniques. What mattered was whether they were willing to allow copying.
Sect traditions stretched back eons, and the volume of texts they had was massive. If he could copy even a portion, it would be a monumental gain. Compared to that, a few Eternal Coin Casting Furnaces were insignificant.
"No cultivation techniques or inheritance texts?"
Hearing this, the Sect Masters immediately relaxed.
Compared to true techniques, these miscellaneous classics weren't important. In fact, many of them were rarely read—most disciples barely had time to cultivate, let alone read ancient scrolls.
Their expressions lightened.
Jinguang Sect Master smiled and said, "Saint King, you're far too polite. After receiving such generous gifts from you, we naturally must return the favor. A few books are hardly worth mentioning. Our Scripture Pavilion, apart from cultivation and inheritance texts, holds 1,030,000 scrolls of various other kinds. I'll send a message to my sect to begin copying them immediately—they'll be sent to you as a gift."