Beidou Star Monarch?

If my memory is not mistaken, the Beidou Star Monarch should be one of the heads appearing on the Flat Peach Tree when night falls.

In addition, there’s also the Barefoot Immortal, Southern Dipper Star Monarch, Taishang Laojun, Taibai Jinxing, Yellow-Horned Immortal, Emperor Chong’en...

When the invitations were revealed, everyone felt a bit uneasy in their hearts.

The terrifying and bizarre whispers occupying all the memories in their minds swept back once more.

This invitation from the Queen Mother of the West, is it intentional or unintentional?

Why do the names on the invitation exactly correspond to the Immortal Family that appears after nightfall!

"Don’t overthink it." Han Zhan exhaled a breath of turbid air, comforting everyone, "If Her Ladyship wanted to make a move against us, wouldn’t the opportunity have been perfect during the Spiritual Spring Cold Pool? Would she really weaken because she wasn’t dressed..."

Before Han Zhan could finish his words, he was rendered speechless.

Indeed, the worried girls suddenly turned into frenzied cats at his latter words, clawing at Han Zhan.

"You really peeked!"

"Ha, men."

"What’s so great about being big, those aren’t normal sizes!"

"Look at mine!"

"..."

With the joking and bantering, the worries lingering between everyone’s brows gradually faded.

Back to the topic.

In the end, the invitations returned to Han Zhan, and he was responsible for their allocation.

The reason was simple, the Contracted Spirit Girl did not know these Immortal beings, and if Xiao Jin were to distribute the invitations, it would be as good as a random draw.

But Han Zhan remembered the words the Queen Mother of the West spoke when she bestowed the invitations upon them:

"The generosity of gratitude depends on your own fate."

Fate, in itself, is a very vague concept.

Some say they are deeply blessed, others say their fate is fraught with trials.

The amount of fate is incalculable, this is the thinking of ordinary people.

Clearly, Han Zhan differs slightly from ordinary people.

If the "gratitude" the Queen Mother of the West spoke of was truly unpredictable, she shouldn’t have said that last sentence.

Han Zhan recollects from the legends seen in his previous life that those Immortals liked to choose those fated with them for their gifts.

Thus, he decided to subjectively reallocate based on his understanding of the Immortals who sent the invitations:

First is the Southern Dipper Star Monarch, the easiest to assign.

In Han Zhan’s memory, the Southern Dipper Star Monarch governs life, and among himself and the Contracted Spirit Girl, Li Lingzhen is undoubtedly the most suitable.

Next is the Beidou Star Monarch, opposite of the Southern Dipper, the Beidou Star Monarch governs death.

In the end, Han Zhan gave this invitation to Nuannuan.

Death and memory are inseparable, and if letting Nuannuan deliver the invitation, there may be unexpected gains.

Taibai Jinxing, entrusted to Gongyang Jin.

A Swordman’s main role is slaughter. Despite Taibai Jinxing’s happy-go-lucky attitude like an errand boy, he himself symbolizes slaughter, making Gongyang Jin a more stable choice.

Yellow-Horned Immortal, handled by Xia Youwei.

Han Zhan barely remembers this figure, but vaguely recalls him having some connection with the Yellow Turban Leader Zhang Jiao, who stirred up turmoil in the Human World.

Zhang Jiao is skilled at deploying formations, and Xia Youwei has talent in this area, maybe they’ll have common topics.

Emperor Chong’en, an influential figure of the East Yue Fangzhang Immortal Mountain, knowledgeable of the past and present. Thus, entrusted to the clever and steady Shang Siteng to invite.

Finally, there’s the Barefoot Immortal and Taishang Laojun left.

In the end, Jiang Lingling chose the Barefoot Immortal, and Han Zhan was responsible for inviting Taishang Laojun.

Thus, each of the seven invitations corresponding to the Immortals had a specific person responsible for delivering the invitation.

After the division of labor was completed, Han Zhan shared his knowledge and opinions of these Immortal beings with the girls.

After repeatedly reminding them, everyone set out for their respective destinations.

Han Zhan’s destination was naturally the iconic building belonging to Taishang Laojun in the legend.

——Douluo Palace.

...

Douluo Palace is located atop the mist-laden Spirit Mountain.

Surrounded by lush immortal herbs and exotic flowers, the air is filled with a refreshing fragrance.

The palace complex is built with precious materials like gold, silver, jade, and pearls. Every pavilion is elegantly carved and painted, exuding a faint treasure light.

The palace gate towers high, flanked by stone sculptures of Immortal Cranes and divine beasts. They look so lifelike, as if they might take flight at any moment.

In front of the gate is a vast square with a giant bronze furnace where incense smoke billows and curls upward, perfectly blending with the auspicious clouds in the sky.

Seeing the scene before him, Han Zhan was truly moved.

Kunlun Twin Fruit World is the most ethereal among the Fruit Worlds he has entered.

If ignoring other danger factors, purely in terms of living environment, the Immortal Court is undoubtedly worthy of being called a dream come true.

In front of Han Zhan, the invitation to the Flat Peach Feast bestowed by the Queen Mother of the West floats in mid-air, serving as a navigational guide, afraid that Han Zhan would get lost in the vast Immortal Court.

Such a considerate design can’t help but earn a word of praise.

Upon entering Douluo Palace, the interior is even more splendid.

The walls are adorned with colorful and vivid murals telling various stories.

The floor is paved with crystal-clear jade, and with every step, a cool sensation can be felt.

In the depths of Douluo Palace, Han Zhan can see an Alchemy Room from afar.

It is the place where Taishang Laojun refines Immortal Pills, filled with various Immortal Herbs and spiritual medicines, with the legendary Eight Trigrams Furnace. The furnace fire burns day and night, refining the world’s essence and emitting waves of Immortal Energy.

"No wonder the Pill Furnace flame flickers incessantly today, turns out there’s a guest visiting."

As he spoke, an elder with an immortal aura stepped out from the Alchemy Room.

He wore a wide Daoist robe embroidered with Eight Trigrams patterns, a Daoist crown adorned his head, his face was kind, and his eyes brimmed with profound wisdom.

"Greetings to Laojun." Upon seeing Taishang Laojun step out, Han Zhan immediately bowed in greeting.

Taishang Laojun smiled and nodded, without a word.

His gaze seemed to penetrate everything, lingering on Han Zhan for a long while.

"Interesting."

Taishang Laojun mused for a while, seemingly intrigued, and nodded again.

"Within your body, it’s as if there are six volcanic eruptions of Spiritual Power every second, forging your flesh."

"A miniature world within a human body, using the world as a furnace, repeatedly forging oneself, this cultivation method is nearly lost."

Taishang Laojun paused, softly swayed his robe as if reminiscing, then continued, "If I’m not mistaken, this should be an ancient technique from the Ancient God Chi You’s tribe."

"Laojun’s Eyes of Golden Flame, nothing escapes you."

In front of Taishang Laojun, Han Zhan found it impossible to pretend and simply admitted directly.

"Fascinating, fascinating, being able to witness the long-lost techniques of the ancient gods, really broadens my perspective too."

Taishang Laojun paused, then posed a question that left Han Zhan stunned:

"Would you like to take a walk inside my Eight Trigrams Furnace?"