and others wanted to help, but they were intercepted by the saints of the Heavenly Demon Clan.Nine-headed lion, Yi Yu, Yan Qingying, Su Ziqiong and others were also there.But they also couldn't stop t...Time had finally arrived, half a month later, the day the banquet commenced.

On this day, the entire capital seemed to be boiling over.

All major factions' forces converged on the central Forbidden City of the Imperial Capital.

Many unqualified people also followed along, just to catch a glimpse of the festivities even from outside.

Many are also very curious, this pearl of the Ming Dynasty, who will ultimately obtain it

The Forbidden City, the imperial palace of China.

The magnificent Forbidden City, like the ancient celestial palace, exudes an air of majesty.

The Golden Que Cloud Palace, with glazed tile roofs, surrounded by divine clouds and adorned with thousands of auspicious colors.

From afar, it resembles the Lingxiao Palace.

This Forbidden City, it is rumored, was built by countless artisans under the command of Emperor Wudi when he founded the Divine Dynasty.

is also a major symbol of the Pangu era.

As for the Wuling dish, it was located deep in the back of the Forbidden City.

That place is also the absolute forbidden zone of the Panwu Divine Dynasty. Anyone who approaches without permission will be killed on sight.

At this moment, a grand banquet is being held within the Forbidden City.

Countless delicacies were brought up by the palace maids.

Many top forces and immortals from ancient lineages gather together.

In a palace within the Forbidden City, Wǔ Mingyuē, dressed in a scarlet robe, sat before her dressing table.

A few maids were beside her, helping to style her hair into an updo.

Wǔ Míngyuè, clad in a crimson dress, exuded an air of captivating allure.

Her eyes were like shimmering water, her eyebrows delicate as ink drawings. Her skin, smooth as gelatin, was lightly powdered, and she wore crimson lipstick, blooming with unparalleled beauty.

There was just a trace of melancholy between her brows, an expression that refused to fade.

A maidservant who had grown up alongside the princess, seeing this, said: "Your Highness, today is the day you choose your husband. You should be happy."

Wǔ Míngyuè heard this and shook her head slightly, saying: "Xǐ'er, if you can't freely choose your other half, how can that make me happy."

Wǔ Míngyuè was thinking, would Xiāo Chén come

Actually, she didn't want Xiao Chen to come.

Even if Xiao Chen came, nothing could be changed.

Her emperor father, the mighty Pangu, wouldn't allow her to marry a nobody with no background.

Unless Xiao Chen's talent is monstrous, comparable to Jun Xiaoyao's, then it's unlikely he would be noticed.

But is that possible

Throughout the entire desolate Immortal Realm, how many possess a talent comparable to Jun Xiaoyao's

Xiao Chen is indeed very hardworking, but if hard work were all that mattered, what use would a genius be

"Your Highness needn't be too disheartened, among those young and promising men, there might just be one worthy of you." Xi'er comforted.

"He, he Could it be Champion Hou" Wu Mingyue sneered.

She knew that Lord Disha, the martial god, had always wanted her to marry Champion Hou.

It's because the champion Hou obtained the acknowledgment of the Panhuang Spirit Sword, there is a slight possibility that he is the reincarnation of the Panwu Emperor.

Of course, it doesn't matter if it isn't.

Because the God of War's most desire is to have Champion Hou find the Three Swords of Panhuang for him.

The Panhuang Shengling Sword is only one of the three swords of the Panhuang.

Besides that, there are also the Emperor's Years Sword and the Emperor's Void Sword.

It is rumored that if the three swords of Emperor Panhuang are merged, they can be reforged into the Path-Treading Divine Weapon of Emperor Panwu, the Panhuang Sword.

Imperial weapons, also known as ancient imperial weapons, emperor's weapons, or ultimate imperial weapons.

Thisnster beasts. His eyes flickered with blood, as if he had gone mad with rage.His freedom felt like a mountain on his chest, heavy and suffocating.Jun Ying'er, even more so, seemed to become Jun Xiaoya...