On the ground, banners fluttered proudly, while colorful flags danced in the sky, and at the center stood a grandly decorated main hall. The members from the smaller sects have all arrived. The gathering waited for quite a while before the representatives from the Eight Great Sects finally took their seats slowly and deliberately. Last to arrive was Dong Qiankun, who stepped onto the stage steadily with two white-robed disciples accompanying him, then settled into his chair. Qin Feng's neighbor was the head of the Tongling Sect. As a disciple, Ling'er did not have the privilege of sitting down—she stood beside Lin Caiwei and He Muqing, the three of them chatting and talking nonstop. Lin, the beautiful woman, truly enjoyed this mature, younger sister. As the saying goes, "Three women make a show," and it truly holds true. "Isn't Dong so formal and imposing?" Qin Feng asked the head of the Tongling Sect beside him. The latter smiled and replied, "After all, he's the host and the head of the largest sect in the cultivation world—some dignity is certainly understandable." "It's said that Dong wishes to serve as the alliance's chief. What do you think?" "Qi Feng has recently picked up a little piece of news and has become the main person spreading it—whenever he encounters someone of standing, he inevitably asks about this matter. The Master of the Spirit-Communicating Sect is a kind-hearted man; he shakes his head and says, 'I'm truly unaware of this matter, so I can't offer any commentary. By the way, Qin friend, your two girlfriends have been getting close to my young disciple. How about having them take vows as sisters?' 'As for this matter,' Qin replies with a light laugh. He certainly knows what the old man is thinking—having all three women become sisters would eliminate any chance of the old man having his own intentions. However, Ling'er, who's listening behind, is quite perceptive and immediately agrees: 'I have no objections. I'm sure the two elder sisters will also be happy with this. Then it's settled!' This girl is smart—her IQ reaches 160—yet at times she still retains a childlike nature, even earning a nickname of 'Weiwei Sister' from Lin Caiwei herself." At first, Lin Beauty was extremely uncomfortable and repeatedly reminded him not to call her that, but every time, the younger sister would call her without a care in the world. Eventually, she had to accept it and simply said, "Go ahead, call me whatever you like." At that moment, Dong Qunkuan spoke up, "I hereby announce the official commencement of the Gathering of the Immortal Deities. Now, let me introduce the host!" As soon as he finished speaking, Piao Miao True Person beamed and bowed gracefully, then stood up from his chair, delivering his speech with a clear voice: "Dear friends, welcome to this gathering. This event marks a significant occasion in the immortal realm over the past several centuries..." Indeed, this choice as host was not at all a disappointment—he truly possesses the potential of a natural leader, and his speeches are famously long-winded and somewhat tedious. Nevertheless, since this was the first such grand gathering, everyone's spirits were high, and no one showed any signs of impatience. Of course, there was one exception: the one who had been overlooked—Fire God Elder. In yesterday's anonymous vote, the seasoned Flame God lost 3 to 6 to the Ethereal Master, who immediately expressed his dissatisfaction. Yet, when the reasons were laid out, the Flame God felt utterly humiliated: the Ethereal Master had a more appealing appearance, and unlike him, didn't wear his signature red robes every day—making him less suitable as a host. The Flame God had truly fought hard to defend his stance, insisting that his own dignified bearing was entirely his own choice. How could he be expected to wear red robes every day? Wasn't it true that only a flowing white robe truly embodied a true cultivator? Who had set such standards? Despite having a thousand reasons to protest, he still lost to the Ethereal Master and had to accept the outcome. Now, as he watches the Ethereal Master delivering a confident and composed speech on stage, he can't help but feel uncomfortable. The elder spoke at length before finally reaching the core point: "The first item of this grand gathering is the contest for ownership of the Lotus Platform. All of you know that the platform contains powerful energy, greatly beneficial to cultivators' cultivation. As it is an unclaimed treasure, every cultivator has an equal opportunity to obtain it. After deliberation among the nine great sects, we have decided that anyone may participate, with each sect sending one representative..." It goes without saying that they would send their strongest representatives—those who could realistically compete. Even if they knew their own strength was insufficient, they would still register to participate, clearly not demonstrating mere participation, but rather sheer foolishness. "Another matter is that the various sects have long cherished their own treasures, rarely exchanging with one another—this lack of communication has been deeply detrimental to our development," he continued. "Not only this time, but in the future, we must organize such gatherings regularly to revitalize our cultivation realm!" The latter point, however, did not spark much enthusiasm, except among those like Dong Qiankun who were determined to become the Grand Marshal. Subsequently, the nine major sects sent representatives—indeed, the representatives were nothing more than the nine sect masters themselves. Among these nine, even the weakest was at the peak of the Kui Tian stage; the strongest were Dong Qiankun, the Fire God Elder, and the Pi Miao True Person, all of whom were at the upper tier of the Void Stage. The participants from the lower ranks, on the other hand, showed little enthusiasm—knowing full well that success was unlikely, they simply acted out of sheer determination. Were they merely hoping to make a brief appearance and then suffer a humiliating defeat? That would truly be a source of shame. As the tenth-ranked sect, they had to set an example. The abbot stood up and declared, "I'm entering!" Then, Ling'er burst out shouting without a care in the world, "The Spirit Sect will win! The Lotus Platform is ours! The Spirit Sect will win! The Spirit Sect... uh, uh..." Her mouth was instantly covered by her senior brother. Looking at the head of the Spirit Sect, the abbot's face turned crimson, as if he wanted to vanish into the ground. Everyone laughed, though everyone knew Ling'er's personality well—no one blamed her. After all, the head of the Spirit Sect only held a mid-level Ke-Tian stage, and how could he possibly compete with the nine others above? Ling'er broke free from her senior brother's grasp and gave him a scolding glare. At that moment, Qin, the young lord, stood up and said, "The Ling Miao Sect is entering. I am Qin Feng, the abbot."