The waters of the Milky Way disrupted the banquet, but no one cared about this dampener anymore; everyone was caught up in the revelry.

The cries of "The human race shall rise" and "Heaven bless the human race" echoed endlessly.

Zong Bin, the City God of the capital, focused his gaze in the direction where the scholar had just summoned the Milky Way, casting a puzzled look at the Leader of the Day Touring Ghosts, Meng Daonian, and transmitted a message: "Is it the Literary Heart?"

Meng Daonian frowned, shook his head, and replied, "I can't tell. If someone had cast a spell, there should be traces. His Majesty the Human Emperor and the two True Immortals haven't made any moves."