Sixty thousand years later. Qingchi Palace of Qilian Mountain. Near Huajing Pond.

Two immortals on auspicious clouds looked at each other bitterly, their large eyes filled with remorse.

"Wu Xu, What should we do? We lost the celebratory gift. If the Lord learns of this, we will be punished. If we knew this earlier, we wouldn't have coveted the magic dew of Huajing Pond. Now...sigh, what do you think we should do?" The round-faced immortal sighed, looking at his immortal friend who always came up with ideas as he impatiently asked.

With Lord Zi Yuan's temper, they would probably be punished by being sent to Green Dragon Platform to be flogged. This would at the very least cost them several thousands of years of immortal cultivation.

Huajing Pond was a well-known blessed place in the Three Realms, and the magic dew that gathered in the pond every day when the sun rose could enhance the power of an immortal. This was an item coveted by many immortals, but because Huajing Pond was located behind the barrier of God Gu Jun's property, many immortals coveted the place, but no one dared to enter without permission.

It was the birthday banquet of Lord Dong Hua, and the two of them were ordered by their master Lord Zi Yuan to bring the gift. Passing here, they saw the immortal energy overflowing from the pond, and under curiosity, discovered that there was a fist-sized gap in the barrier. They couldn't help but sneak in and stole some magic dew, but when they hurried out, they accidentally dropped the present, the Eastern Sea Ten Thousand Year Coral Tree, into the pond. When they wanted to go back in, the gap had already disappeared, and the two were helpless. Now, they could only sigh at Huajing Pond behind the barrier.

The immortal known as Wu Xu flicked his long sleeves, glanced at Huajing Pond, which was not far away, with a bitter face, and shook his face, "Wu Wang, Huajing Pond is in the barrier of God Gu Jun. If we break in privately again and are discovered, the charge will be much heavier than losing Lord's gift. Have you not heard of the fate of that scaled dragon?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Wang shuddered, waved his hand continuously, and took a few steps back as he shivered with horror, almost falling off the auspicious clouds.

He of course had heard of the event Wu Xu had mentioned...Twenty years ago, the Jiao Clan of the Demon Realm had produced a genius named Yao Heng. He was only twenty thousand years old, but his demon power was one of the most powerful. He had forced his way into the Heavenly Realm, and even the Demon Emperor avoided him for the time being. Fortunately, this demon was not interested in the throne, which avoided a civil war between the demons. But he liked to compete with others and was violent, and the result was always a dissipating soul.

For some time, all of the immortals of the Nine Provinces and Eight Lands panicked, fearing that this demon would come to the door for a decisive battle. In desperation, some retreated into cultivation while others avoided each other. After all, this was not a trivial matter of losing face. If failed, ten of thousands of years of cultivation would be scattered just like that.

After having no more demon opponents, Yao Heng left the Demon Realm and went straight to Huajing Pond to challenge God Gu Jun. Because both of them were transformed from scaled dragons and God Gu Jun had not appeared in many years, the immortals could not help but be filled with a little anticipation and anxiety.

If God Gu Jun is also defeated, then...in the Three Realms, only the Heavenly Emperor and Heavenly Empress could be the opponents.

Yao Heng stood outside Huajing Pond for several days and was unable to enter the barrier, not to mention touching even a single piece of God Gu Jun's hair. In his rage, he created violent winds and showers in the lower realm, causing floods and displacing people, and countless people died and were injured. This led to the taboos of the several gods. One must know that there is a permanent law in the Three Realms that is known by all immortals–which is that one must never harm the Mortal Realm, which was the foundation of the Three Realms.

When Lord Jin Yao was ordered by the anxious Heavenly Emperor to capture Yao Heng, three black streaks of lightning burst out of the barrier of Huajing Pond and striked the body that had transformed into a scaled dragon that was causing disasters in the lower realm.

Before even a wailing sound came out, the huge scaled dragon that was winding and circling in the air instantly turned into flying smoke, the real soul separating, and the closest existence to a high god in the Three Realms in thousands of years...disappeared just like that, and it could even be considered a joke to disappear from the Three Realms that way.

After this incident, the Three Realms shook, especially Lord Jin Yao. He had personally watched Yao Heng being destroyed so that not even a grain of ash was left. Under the words he said that were full of exaggeration and admiration, God Gu Jun's simple move was raised to a level of radiance, and his historical achievements could be written into the post-ancient history of the Three Realms.

Thinking of this, Wu Wang stopped his thoughts of privately entering Huajing Pond. He suggested to Wu Xu, "We perhaps should go to Qingchi Palace, and say...and say that we just passed by here and accidentally dropped the coral tree into Huajing Pond."

Wu Xu looked at him as if he was an idiot, frowning so much that his eyebrows had joined together, "Are you confused? God Gu Jun is not there, Lord Feng Ran is now in charge of Qingchi Palace. She and our lord have some misunderstandings, so how would she agree to our request?"

Wu Wang knew that this proposal was wrong, but there simply wasn't any other way. His master, Lord Zi Yuan, was very noble because of the Lord status, and even in the Nine Skies, few people dared to offend him, but if it were God Gu Jun and Lord Feng Ran...then it wouldn't be clear.

Wu Wang paced left and right on the auspicious clouds, unwilling to go back to be punished. After his eyes brightened, he suddenly raised his voice and said, "Wu Xu, God Gu Jun is not there. Isn't there another god in Qingchi Palace? No matter how overbearing Lord Feng Ran is, she wouldn't dare boss us around in front of the little god!"

Wu Xu's legs weakened, and he hurriedly reached out his hand to cover Wu Wang's mouth. He looked around, and let out a long breath after seeing that the surroundings were quiet, scolding in a low voice, "How could you think of such a thoughtless idea? Don't mention this little goddess in the future. If Princess Jing Zhao learns that you once asked her for help, do not expect to live a good life in the Heavenly Realm. I'm afraid the coral tree won't come back, so let's first go back and report it to lord." After talking, Wu Xu turned around to leave, not caring a tiny bit about Wu Wang, who was behind him.

Wu Wang was a little immortal who had just flown up these past few thousand years. Seeing Wu Xu looking at him as if he was an enemy, he could only reply with a low grunt and follow him to fly into the distance. After flying onto the auspicious clouds, Wu Wang silently glanced at Huajing Pond, which was growing smaller and smaller....A whisper sounded in his heart. Why on earth would the goddess in Qingchi Palace be regarded as a taboo by the Three Realms?

Inside Qingchi Palace.

The phoenix spreading its wings with a golden rode was like flying over the Nine Skies, the pure black belt loose on her waist. The woman sitting on a high chair looked at the coral tree that was a person tall in front of her. She was in a good mood, and her hearty laughter spread far and wide.

"Chang Que, this time, that guy Zi Yuan has suffered a great loss. Tsk tsk, this coral tree is so tall. I think that this coral tree is at least ten thousand years old."

This woman had a frantic expression, her long blood-red hair moving in the windless air. She was evil, not to mention that evil aura that made it difficult for normal people to talk.

The young man dressed as a scholar arched his hands towards her with a serious expression, "Lord Feng Ran, those two immortals are really bold that they even dared to secretly slip into Huajing Pond. They simply do not think of us, Qingchi Palace, as important. You absolutely shouldn't tolerate this, and should have a conversation with Lord Zi Yuan."

Feng Ran's smile froze, secretly thinking that she couldn't let this person know that she had purposely created a hole in the barrier to lure two little greedy immortals into Huajing Pond, or she would definitely be nagged by him. She immediately pretended to say in a positive voice, "What can I say to that villain? It's Old Dong Hua's birthday banquet this time, I want him to apologize properly to me."

Chang Que paused. Seeing that his Feng Ran was very energetic, he couldn't help mention in a low voice, "Your Ladyship, Lord Dong Hua did not send you an invitation."

Lord Dong Hua was one of the oldest high deities in the Three Realms. He had always been highly respected and admired by the immortals. He was obsessed with cultivating and rarely held banquets. This time, he failed to control the persuasion of a group of disciples before sending invitations to immortals. This was a major event for the currently calm Three Realms, and even the arrogant Lord Zi Yuan rushed to congratulate.

But his ladyship's had only been a lord for a few thousand years and has made many enemies, and was also not accepted by the Three Realms. Why would someone invite her to a lively and grand banquet?

"This is true. If I go without an invite, with the personality of that villain Zi Yuan, he would definitely find an excuse to slap me."

Feng Ran frowned, raising her chin and muttering to herself. She glanced at Chang Que and seeing that the young man was standing very straight, her eyes moved with evil intentions. This young man, he probably doesn't know...As long as he has a guilty conscience, he would put on a particularly serious face to confuse the public.

Feng Ran kicked her legs that were in the air, which touched the young man's belt, "Spit it out, Chang Que, you must have an idea."

Chang Que shook his head and closed his mouth tightly.

"Sigh, God Gu Jun has disappeared for so long, and now, even a small Zi Yuan doesn't find Qingchi Palace of any importance, if this goes on..."

She saw that the young man's ears moved. Knowing that she hit his weakness, she continued to sigh with emotion.

"Although Lord Dong Hua did not send you an invitation, but...he sent Qingchi Palace one." As the name suggested, it was an invitation to the real master of Qingchi Palace, God Gu Jun.

Feng Ran grinned, jumped down from the large chair and slapped Chang Que hardly, smiling, "I just knew that you would have an idea. Go, fetch that invitation for me. After a few days, we will go to old Dong Hua's birthday banquet with a generous gift."

With this blatant arrogance, this wasn't to go celebrate someone's birthday, but rather to go sharpen the sword. Chang Que sighed, and then said, "It isn't that simple. Your Ladyship, think for a second. I'm afraid you will be taken to the Heavenly Realm by the Heavenly Emperor to ask of your crime before you even leave Lord Dong Jun's mansion."

Feng Ran's laughter ceased, and she walked two steps in distress, suddenly stopping in front of the coral tree, slapping the crystal-clear tree branches with extreme force and looking at Chang Que with a thrilled expression.

A mysterious smile hung at the corner of Feng Ran's mouth. Her eyes rolled, and she triumphantly waved her hands at Chang Que, "I indeed do not dare to show up with God Gu Jun's invitation, but you shouldn't forget...there is not just one god in Qingchi Palace."

Chang Que's eyes suddenly widened. He raised his finger at Feng Ran. After he came back to his senses, he felt that he was being disrespectful and put it down hurriedly, his expression still awkward and strange.

"Your ladyship, are you thinking of having Little God go to Lord Dong Hua's birthday banquet with God's invitation?" Chang Que asked bluntly, his eyes holding a hint of absurdity.

"You are right."

"But, Little God has never taken even one step out of Qingchi Palace..."

"That doesn't matter, I'll accompany her, and I won't let her suffer."

After Feng Ran said this sentence, she bouncily went to the back hall of Qingchi Palace. Chang Que, who was standing in the main hall, watched her disappearing silhouette, his face full of self-blame.

If he knew this earlier...he wouldn't mention this in front of Feng Ran.

Why say that she wouldn't let her suffer. With Little God's personality...he was afraid that Lord Dong Hua's birthday banquet would be unlucky.

Lord Bo Xuan, come back quickly, or else...this Qingchi Palace will be demolished by Lord Feng Ran soon!

Zijin Mansion in the Heavenly Realm.

Zi Yuan looked at the two people who were kneeling on the ground, and shouted with a furious face, "What happened? Where's the gift?"

He was about to go to Lord Dong Hua's Daze Mountain Mansion for his birthday, but he didn't think that before leaving, he would see Wu Xu and Wu Wang running back to the mansion with injuries all over their bodies.

"Master, the two of us met demon soldiers near Qilian Mountain. During the fight, the coral tree was left behind. Lord, please forgive us." Wu Xu mumbled as he knelt on the ground, a guilty conscience flashing across his eyes.

Qilian Mountain was where Qingchi Palace was located. When Zi Yuan heard this, his expression was stunned, losing half of his anger. But he still felt distressed for the coral tree, so he tensed his face and said, "Since it has fallen near Qilian Mountain, I can not blame you guys, but you two were not able to protect the treasure. How about this...each person will be punished with a high-grade immortal sword. Send it to the treasure warehouse tomorrow."

Lord Zi Yuan was born with a righteous and awe-inspiring appearance, but deep inside, he was a self-serving person who cared deeply about face.

Wu Xu and Wu Wang's legs weakened, and their faces that were facing the ground inevitably showed a bit of hesitation and dissatisfaction. They both had obtained only a few high-grade immortal swords after becoming immortals for a few ten thousand years, and they had looked over them as if they were their well-being. Lord Zi Yuan could say it easily...

"What, are you guys not willing..."

The arrogant voice with a bit of coercion came from the top of their heads. Wu Xu and Wu Wang immediately fell to the ground, saying respectfully, "We don't dare, Lord is virtuous. Tomorrow, Wu Wang and I send our immortal swords over." Forget it, it was better to lose an immortal sword than be flogged on the Green Dragon Platform.

Lord Zi Yuan was famous for his domineering and stingy personality, but he was good friends with Great Highness Jing Yang of the Nine Skies, and was also a lord, so he had a solid foundation in the Heavenly Realm.

"Master, then...the gift for Lord Dong Hua..." Wu Wang didn't hear Lord Zi Yuan's orders for a long time, so he raised his head and said it quietly.

"You don't need to worry about this. You shall set off with me tomorrow. Hmph, at Lord Dong Hua's birthday banquet, I would like to talk to my immortal friends...Feng Ran is always domineering, turning the thousands of miles of Qilian Mountain into the property of Qingchi Palace. Now, she can't even protect God Gu Jun's place properly, and allowed the Demon Clan to wreak havoc on the land. This time, I will definitely make her lose face."

The two that were kneeling shivered abruptly. Wu Wang opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but was stopped by Wu Xu. The two retreated after admitting their crime.

As soon as they got to the courtyard, Wu Wang looked around, and seeing that no one was here, he pulled Wu Xu's sleeve, saying anxiously, "Wu Xu, what should we do? If High Deity knows that we were not injured by the Demon Clan..."

"Don't be anxious! With Lord Feng Ran's usual style, Lord Dong Hua will definitely not have invited her. As long as she does not show up, no one will discover us. Besides, Qilian Mountain stretches for thousands of miles and there are not many immortals. If people from Qingchi Palace deny that there are demons, the other immortal lords will only think that Lord Feng Ran's supervision is ineffective because she will defend herself."

After listening to Wu Xu anxiously, Wu Wang wiped the sweat on his forehead. Seeing that there was no one here, he asked in a low voice close to Wu Xu's ear, "Wu Xu, I was late to immortality and am not clear on many things. If I go to Lord Dong Hua's mansion and am laughed at, it wouldn't be good. You should tell me about Lord Feng Ran. I heard that she is from the same clan as the Heavenly Empress, so how would she...not be accepted by the Three Realms?"

The two of them walked into the depths of Zijin Mansion. Wu Xu glanced at Wu Wang, who was behind him, and said in an unfriendly manner, "I'm afraid what you want to ask about is not just Lord Feng Ran's details! Huh, so you want to know of what happened to that lord in Qingchi Palace so badly?"

"Wu Xu, look..." Wu Wang smiled, took out a small porcelain bottle from his pocket, opened it and handed it to Wu Xu, "I got a few drops at Huajing Pond. How about we split it half and half?"

There was a burst of aroma, and the smell was very refreshing. Wu Xu's eyes glowed and he leaned over to smell it, looking at Wu Xu, "Actually, these things are not really so secretive. Only the immortals that arrived these past thousands of years do not know of this."

"If we talk about this lord, we will have to start from the Tribulation of Chaos..."

Wu Xu's voice slowly became nothingness, and he had a look that showed his admiration for that era.

After an hour, Wu Wang finally learned of the cause and effect and was shocked for a while.

"Wu Xu, do you mean that Goddess Hou Chi earned the title of god when still inside the shell?"

Wu Xu nodded his head, took the porcelain bottle from Wu Wang's hand and put it in front of nose to smell, squinting his eyes and enjoying it.

"Then after that..." Wu Wang hurriedly asked, feeling a little incomplete.

"After that, God Gu Jun created a barrier at Qingchi Palace to isolate it from the rest of the world. I heard that the little god took another forty thousand years before breaking out of the shell, and couldn't use immortal powers since young, as well as had a low spirit aura, so, for her sake, God Gu Jun also accepted some immortals into the palace to be guards."

Wu Wang stroked his chin, muttering to himself, "No wonder everyone in the immortal world said that this little god was born well. So this is the reason...this is the noblest life..." He said half of his words, then paused, as if he had suddenly thought of something. He lowered his voice, "If this is so, don't the few highnesses and Princess Jing Zhao have some blood relations with this little god?"

Wu Wang pointed at the sky with a sigh on his face. No wonder Princess Jing Zhao didn't like it when people mentioned that little god. So it was because of this reason.