During the night, as the moon appears over the western mountain, lovers meet under the trees, softly whispering sweet nothings, this old man with a goofy smile will emerge, chuckling ’hehehe’ to them and murmuring whispers from the divine beings.

"Another pair formed, neat work."

Stuff like that.

Such stories spread widely among the mortals, and over time they reached back to the Heavenly Court, leading this bewildered god of the Hall of Marriage to be officially renamed as the Moon Elder.

Before Li Ping’an arrived at the Hall of Marriage, the outer barrier surrounding it didn’t fluctuate in the slightest, the inside also seemed completely still.

What’s going on?

Not even a bit of courtesy in greeting?

The patrolling Heavenly Soldiers and Generals noticed Li Ping’an’s figure and promptly kneeled on one knee to pay their respects.

"No need for formalities."

Pushing the clouds forward, Li Ping’an stepped to stand before the hall.

Firstly, he didn’t hide his aura, and secondly, he didn’t conceal the Heavenly Dao Mark;

By all means, in the eyes of the main gods of this hall, they should immediately see a burst of golden light entering, with a huge square seal within the light.

Yet, Li Ping’an directly entered the front hall of the Hall of Marriage, stepped into the barrier set within, still not noticed by anyone.

Emperor Li Tian’s wrath surged rapidly.

’Alright, so this is negligence! Let me see what you guys are up to!’

Li Ping’an’s Immortal Consciousness enveloped the entire Hall of Marriage, just about to unleash his pressure, suddenly froze for a moment.

Inside the Hall of Marriage, it was bustling with activity.

Hundreds of robe-wearing elders were busy everywhere, all the same in appearance, attire, and aura, originating from Southern Continent confounded gods, now acting as Heavenly Court’s Moon Elders.

What’s this?

A god working hundreds of jobs?

Li Ping’an’s anger meter emptied instantly, even revealing a warm smile.

These are truly the five-star employees of the Heavenly Court.

These hundreds of Moon Elder avatars were all doing one thing: wrapping red threads around mud figures appearing out of thin air, then stuffing those figures back into colorful rays of clouds.

Li Ping’an’s Immortal Consciousness scanned around, finding no anomalies.

However, when he used his Heavenly Dao privileges to understand this place, he would find the inner hall of the Hall of Marriage was enveloped in a thin layer of pink mist, this mist constituting a mystical space full of mud figures, the count of which was entirely incalculable, each representing an intelligent being forming the basis of the Heavenly Dao’s ’compute power’.

Let’s call it the Place of Marriage.

Li Ping’an observed closely for a while and quickly understood how this place operated.

These mini mud sculptures are distributed according to the position of the main heaven and the Three Thousand Worlds, most beings cannot leave the living environment they were born into, so the majority of beings would, upon reaching a certain age, have their mud sculptures spontaneously grow one or several red strings, connecting to [nearby] mud sculptures’ red strings.

Mud figures born with only one red string are incredibly rare.

Mud figures born with multiple red strings are comparatively common, moreover, among those multiple red strings, only one often manages to connect to other mud figures’ red strings, while other strings tend to be too short, swaying around the mud figure.

Do these red strings represent love or affinity?

Li Ping’an focused his gaze, actually seeing some mud figures with multiple red strings all connected to other mud figures’ red strings.

Even more exaggerated were those where ten or so mud figures formed into a line connecting one another, indicating at least seven or eight cases of infidelity.

The Heavenly Dao does not care about the moral integrity of the mud figures’ owners, nor who the father of a newborn is.

The Heavenly Dao’s concern is only the number of beings and whether reproduction proceeds smoothly.

Li Ping’an looked around, somewhat relieved.

At last, he hadn’t seen any spider-web-like structures formed from red strings.

This current generation of the Human Race still seemed relatively simple-minded.

Consequently, most mud figures autonomously paired up with other mud figures, meanwhile a Moon Elder’s avatar would occasionally pass by, monitoring a given area for any peculiarities.