The grand feast began.
Beautiful and enchanting maidservants, with graceful figures and alluring curves draped in thin gauze garments, stepped forward to present various rare delicacies and fine foods, appearing exceptionally bewitching and captivating.
Among them were fox maidens renowned for their beauty.
One after another, jade tables were laden with immortal fruits and exquisite dishes. There was immortal wine suffused with spiritual energy, immortal fruits containing divine essence, soup made from flood dragon meat, and wing meat from divine birds with Great Roc bloodline, among others. All were delicacies rarely tasted in the outside world, greatly beneficial for cultivation, further highlighting the profound heritage of the imperial clan.
"Yiyi yaya—"
On the jade table, Yiyi and the Golden Little Divine Dragon, held by Chen'er and Yi Wu, were completely uninhibited, showing no regard whatsoever as they continuously grabbed the delicacies on the table and stuffed them into their mouths.
The Golden Little Divine Dragon on the other side was the same, practically gorging itself. It would start on a second dish before finishing the first, a classic case of eating from its mouth, holding in its paws, and eyeing the bowl.
It was hard to imagine how these two little creatures, about the size of small cats or dogs, could stuff so much food inside. Their bellies seemed like bottomless pits, impossible to fill.
The Golden Little Divine Dragon was one thing—a pure-blooded True Dragon. Once it manifested its true form, with such immense power, it would undoubtedly be a colossal True Dragon, capable of swallowing heaven and earth, which was only natural.
But the other little white beast, born pink and adorable with pure, dark, blinking eyes, no one could tell what it was.
Yet, the fact that it could play with a True Dragon and withstand the intangible pressure of a True Dragon was sufficient to prove everything.
It was likely another heaven-defying creature.
This astonished people regarding Ye Chen's foundation, making them increasingly aware of this man's extraordinariness.
Indeed, an extraordinary person is accompanied by extraordinary followers; even two seemingly cute little beasts were so remarkable.
At the banquet, the most elite powerhouses of the Ancient Emperor Continent had gathered. Even the Sovereigns of the empires, whose cultivation was only at the Saint Lord level and seemingly incomparable to others, were present representing the Heavenly King ancestors of their respective empires. Even the mightiest dared not look down on them from a commanding height.
Cups were raised and toasts exchanged; the banquet could be considered relatively harmonious.
Even the Sun King did not continue his unrestrained, sharp-tongued arrogance.
During this time, Ye Chen and the others also learned the identities of the three young men and women from Tai Sheng Shang Gong, the Sun God Dynasty, and the Dark Night Ancient Hall. They were the Profound Heaven Saintess, the Sun King, and the Eternal Night Dark King, respectively.
Similar in age to Ye Chen, they were also the leading figures of the three supreme forces, having almost taken over all authority of the three Sacred Lands as their contemporary masters, naturally possessing immense strength.
Although the Sun King had been slightly inferior in his earlier clash with Ye Chen, it did not represent his full strength. He possessed even more fearsome combat power that remained hidden and unshown.
Regarding the three mysterious Sacred Land forces, Ye Chen had always been wary and knew little, as they rarely appeared in the world. Ye Chen had even once suspected that the imperial clan was Tai Sheng Shang Gong, but now he understood that was not the case; they had a different origin.
After tasting the fine wine and enjoying the delicacies, Di Wushuang signaled for the attendants in the treasure pavilion to quietly depart. The grand feast then moved towards its true rhythm.
Seated on the central throne, Di Wushuang appeared heroic and majestic, flowing with imperial grace and divine charm, his purple hair cascading over his shoulders. He spoke, "Esteemed guests, this invitation to participate in the feast is not merely to treat you to the rare delicacies of my imperial clan. There is also a particularly important matter I wish to discuss with all of you."
Everyone set down their jade chopsticks, leaving only the two little beasts still eating, but this did not affect the atmosphere, which instantly turned solemn.
Di Wushuang paused briefly before continuing, "All present here are figures of significant weight on the Ancient Emperor Continent, representing the various top-tier forces. We even have the Battle Saint King, as well as the Profound Heaven Saintess of Tai Sheng Shang Gong, the Sun King of the Sun God Dynasty, and the Moon Goddess of the Dark Night Ancient Hall."
"Naturally, you all represent the entire Ancient Emperor Continent, individuals who dominate the rise and fall of the world, holding significant weight regarding the future changes of heaven and earth."
"Moreover, I believe everyone is aware of the true main purpose of this feast: to discuss the changes in the future landscape, to converse and deliberate together, and to jointly respond to the shifting situation."
He was very candid, concealing nothing, laying the chessboard of heaven and earth on the table.
This was also the true focal point of everything.
Silence fell over the gathering; no one spoke. Ye Chen also remained silent, though more eyes turned towards Di Wushuang.
Finally, someone broke the silence. It was the Sovereign of the Cloud Heaven Kingdom from the thirty-six empires. Though called a Sovereign, he exuded an aura not inferior to a Samsara-level supreme powerhouse, with several wisps of Heavenly King Dao Might emanating from him. The Heavenly King ancestor of that kingdom had come by adhering with the Sovereign's body. He said, "Fellow Daoist Wushuang, the changes of heaven and earth are of great consequence. Although this old one is from ancient times, I am not afraid to admit that regarding the chessboard of heaven and earth, I only know bits and pieces. Your imperial clan, eternal and immortal, even dominated the world during the Age of Gods. You should know more. Therefore, I hope you can provide some answers."
His tone was polite, treating Di Wushuang as an equal.
Not just him, but others also looked towards Imperial Son Wushuang.
Regarding the chessboard of heaven and earth, everyone present was among the top figures on the Ancient Emperor Continent, so they naturally had some understanding, more or less. However, in the end, there was still much that was unclear, concealed by history and erased by the actions of certain terrifying great figures, not left for the world to know.
Even those in high positions of power only knew a fraction about the chessboard of heaven and earth, merely scratching the surface; more remained unknown.
As for the imperial clan, the undisputed ruling great clan of the Ancient Emperor World, even during the glorious and prosperous Age of Gods, none dared to offend them, which spoke volumes.
There were even rumors in the world that during the Primordial Era, the supreme existence who, alongside the Human Sovereign, Ancient Gods, and the master of the Demon God Ruins, fought against the alien Emperors and Sovereigns, originated from the imperial clan.
Because the world believed that if anyone understood the chessboard of heaven and earth most clearly, it was likely the imperial clan.
Just as Di Wushuang had not yet spoken, the Sun King opened his mouth, his tone filled with disdain. "Brother Wushuang, there's no need to explain these things. When the chessboard of heaven and earth unfolds, the four major forces—the imperial clan, my Sun God Dynasty, Tai Sheng Shang Gong, and the Dark Night Ancient Hall—will be sufficient to handle it. As for others and other forces, there's no need to concern ourselves. At that stage, they won't be able to help with anything anyway."
His tone was extremely disdainful and contemptuous, not placing anyone present in his eyes at all.
This angered many present. Some supreme powerhouses turned cold-faced, their auras majestic. The Heavenly King adhering with the Sovereign's body leaked several wisps of Heavenly King Dao Might, causing the atmosphere to tense to a freezing point.
It seemed as though a great battle was about to erupt at any moment.
The Sun King was very arrogant, sweeping a cold, sneering gaze over the assembled powerhouses. His attitude represented everything—even if a fight broke out, he had no fear and could suppress them.
But at that moment, a heavenly voice sounded. It was none other than the Goddess who spoke, her red lips parting slightly, her voice melodious yet icy: "Do you want to get beaten?"