Unheard Of!

No matter what method they used, it would be difficult to repay it.

"Junior Brother, there is no need to worry. When the boat reaches the bridge, it will naturally straighten itself out.

If worse comes to worst, we can discuss it with Hong Yun then."

Jieyin offered calm consolation, appearing unconcerned.

Yet a trace of killing intent had already flashed through his heart.

It was only because his current strength was insufficient to handle the situation that he did not say it aloud.

If things truly reached an irreparable point, he would not show mercy either.

In the blink of an eye, three thousand years passed.

Over these millennia, the Primordial World had become livelier than ever before.

It was not because anything major had happened, but because new spiritual treasures continuously emerged across the land, appearing one after another like mushrooms after spring rain.

Many cultivators aspiring to the Great Dao were thus able to Sever a Corpse and step into a higher realm.

Many of them were highly ranked great powers:

Dijun, Taiyi, Laozi, Yuanshi, Zhunti, Jieyin, Minghe, Zhenyuanzi, East King Duke, and others.

After breaking through to the Quasi-Saint realm, East King Duke once again raised the Dao Ancestor's banner and recruited cultivators everywhere, expanding the Purple Mansion's power.

In a short time, the Purple Mansion's disciples had multiplied severalfold. He even created the "Myriad Immortals Formation" based on the number of his disciples.

For a time, he basked in boundless glory and tremendous prestige.

Meanwhile, Dijun and Taiyi chose Closed Door Meditation to stabilize their realms.

At the same time, they ordered the Demon Race under their command to gather spiritual materials from heaven and earth, enriching the Demon Race's foundation.

This directly intensified the conflict with the Witch Race. A clash between the two factions was already like an arrow on the string, needing only a spark.

Across the vast and ancient land, battles between the Wu and Yao Races could be seen everywhere.

Inside a secluded chamber.

Tongtian slowly opened his eyes.

The aura around him was far more powerful than before he entered Closed Door Meditation.

He let out a soft breath and thought to himself:

"By now, most people probably haven't even managed to Sever a Corpse, have they?"

With that thought, he raised his hand toward the heavens and fired out two streams of immortal light before rising and leaving the chamber.

Before long, Nuwa and Fuxi arrived upon hearing the news.

"Congratulations, Sect Master, on advancing another step."

"Did you summon us this time because of establishing the sect and spreading the teachings?"

Fuxi asked with a smile, his tone carrying a hint of probing.

Although the Three Immortal Islands were wonderful, there were too few disciples, making them seem somewhat deserted.

Furthermore, Tongtian had mentioned establishing a sect before entering Closed Door Meditation, so they naturally thought of this.

"Precisely.

Preparations for establishing the sect and accepting disciples may begin."

Tongtian nodded and assigned their tasks:

"Fuxi, you will announce the classifications and cultivation requirements for the Outer Disciples, inner disciples, true disciples, and Core Disciples of my Interception Sect."

"Nuwa, you will spread word of the sect's four great halls and five major rankings."

After saying this, he seemed to remember something. He took out a Jade Slip and infused it with the detailed information.

"Act according to this. Announce what is written on the Jade Slip."

"Alright."

The brother and sister accepted the Jade Slip and took their leave.

Just as Fuxi and Nuwa were spreading the news according to Tongtian's instructions.

Elsewhere, Dijun, who had just emerged from Closed Door Meditation, frowned deeply after hearing his subordinate's report.

"It is time to subdue Northern Darkness."

The Northern Darkness was Kunpeng's territory.

Although the Demon Race there varied greatly in strength, with Kunpeng being the only true great power.

As the lord of the Demon Race, Dijun's ambition was to unify the entire Demon Race.

Moreover, while the Northern Darkness demons were uneven in strength, they were ultimately a force that could not be ignored.

Kunpeng in particular had once created Demon Script, triggering the Heavenly Dao to bestow merit upon him. The demons revered him as the Master of Ten Thousand Demons.

He was an early-stage Quasi-Saint powerhouse. If he could be made to submit, the Demon Race's strength would surely increase greatly!

With this in mind, he immediately gathered the experts under his command and headed for Northern Darkness with Taiyi.

Although Kunpeng had already entered the early Quasi-Saint realm, he had always been cautious by nature.

Other than going to Purple Heaven Palace to hear the Dao, he rarely went out and spent most of his time in Closed Door Meditation at his dojo.

That day, as he cultivated intently, his heart suddenly jolted.

He calculated with his fingers and discovered that a great calamity was upon him!

Cold sweat instantly streamed down his back.

But before he could make any preparations, more than a dozen powerful auras had already descended upon his territory.

Even the weakest among them had reached the Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm.

Two of those auras were even more overbearing than his own!

The visitors had come with ill intent!

The thought flashed through his mind, and he immediately made his decision—run!

Unfortunately, the moment he stepped out of his cave abode, he saw that Dijun and the others had already laid down layers upon layers of killing formations.

"May I ask what important matter has brought the two fellow Daoists here?"

Kunpeng forced himself to remain calm as he asked.

Dijun answered with an angry roar:

"Attack together!"

Boom!

Eastern Emperor Taiyi, who had long been poised to strike, swung the Chaos Bell and launched the first attack.

The dozen or so Grand Unity Golden Immortals beside him also unleashed their magic treasures and divine abilities at the same time.

In an instant, treasure light flooded the void, and divine abilities intertwined, illuminating heaven and earth.

Terrifying auras swept outward. Across hundreds of millions of miles, heaven and earth trembled as spiritual energy surged violently.

The earth-shattering attack made Kunpeng's expression change drastically.

The threat of death flooded his heart like a tide.

Without time to think, he hurriedly activated the Mid-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure he had acquired by chance and struck back.

Unfortunately, facing the joint siege of more than a dozen Grand Unity Golden Immortals and two even stronger Quasi-Saints, he was defeated in an instant.

Kunpeng spat out a mouthful of blood and was sent flying.

Fury burned in his eyes, while his face was filled with unwillingness and indignation.

He had been sitting peacefully at home when disaster fell from the sky.

"Submit, or die!" Dijun said with a smile at the corner of his lips, his tone icy.

Before setting out, he had already decided that if Kunpeng refused to bow his head, he would send him to his grave.

The Demon Race needed only two supreme beings.

At those words, a flash of humiliation crossed Kunpeng's eyes, and rage flared in his heart.

He had been peacefully seated in his dojo, only to suffer such a disaster for no reason. Was there anything more absurd in this world?

What was even more hateful was that he had been defeated so thoroughly!

Without even a chance to fight back, he had been surrounded and completely suppressed.

Knowing that only by staying alive would he have a chance for revenge, Kunpeng offered up a wisp of his Primordial Spirit without the slightest hesitation.

"A wise man submits to circumstances. Since Fellow Daoist Kunpeng is willing to join my Demon Race, I shall honor you as the Master of Ten Thousand Demons and let you share in the Demon Race's fortune!"

Dijun patted his shoulder in satisfaction and spoke with a smile.

His expression made it seem as though the coercion from earlier had nothing to do with him.

"Thank you, Demon Emperor. And thank you, Eastern Emperor."

Forcing down the humiliation in his heart, Kunpeng barely managed a smile and bowed in thanks.

"Big Brother, I fear Kunpeng already harbors resentment. We must guard against him in the future."

Noticing the drastic change in Kunpeng's attitude, Taiyi frowned and secretly transmitted his warning to Dijun.

Those who could bend and stretch were not frightening.

What was truly frightening was someone who could bend and stretch, yet still greet his enemy with a smile!

"It does not matter. I have a wisp of his Primordial Spirit in my hands. No matter how cunning he is, he cannot cause any trouble."

Dijun smiled calmly, his tone relaxed.

With but a thought, he could decide Kunpeng's life or death.

Hate me?

So what?

As long as I hold your Primordial Spirit, you will obediently follow my orders!

With Kunpeng's submission, Dijun incorporated the entire Northern Darkness into the Demon Race's territory with almost no effort.

Although the battle ended quickly, the commotion it caused still alarmed many great powers.

When they learned of Kunpeng's fate, everyone immediately felt endangered.

They feared that one day they might provoke trouble and have Dijun and Taiyi come knocking.

Just as the great powers were consumed by worry, shocking news swept across the entire Great Desolation Continent like a violent gale.

For a time, all corners of the Primordial Wilderness buzzed with discussion.

"I heard the Interception Sect will officially open its gates and accept disciples in a thousand years. Even Outer Disciples must start at the Golden Immortal realm. That is incredible!"

"What's so impressive about that? Their Menial Disciples require the Mysterious Immortal realm, and even more outrageous, their Core Disciples need Quasi-Saint cultivation. Just thinking about it makes my scalp tingle!"

"All I can say is that Sect Master Tongtian truly is extraordinary. With standards like these, he will probably filter out more than half the people."

"Isn't that normal? Sect Master Tongtian's reputation resounds throughout the Primordial Wilderness. Even with such strict selection, the number of those remaining will surely be astonishing."

"Fortunately, they will not accept disciples until a thousand years from now. I still have time. I need to break through to the Mysterious Immortal realm quickly and strive to become a Menial Disciple."

"And those five major rankings and four great buildings—I have truly never heard of anything like them before. Sect Master Tongtian, you really are something!"

Kunlun Mountain.

"Big Brother, what new tricks is Tongtian playing this time?"

Yuanshi held the invitation in his hand, his face full of confusion.

What four great buildings and five major rankings? He had never heard of them.

Wasn't it simply establishing a sect?

Why make so many elaborate arrangements?

"Second Brother, do not underestimate him."

Laozi slowly opened his eyes, a trace of surprise in his tone.

"There is much to these things.

To devise such a systematic and detailed arrangement, he must have spent at least several thousand years deducing and preparing it."

Mount Sumeru.

"Senior Brother, I have discovered that the sect Tongtian created truly is extraordinary. Its system is complete, with every part linked together."

"Why not use this model as a reference to improve our Western Teach in the future? What do you think?"

Zhunti studied it repeatedly for a long time before making the suggestion with great interest.

Whether it was the classification of disciples or the design of the four great buildings and five major rankings.

All of it held profound significance for a sect.

First, it could stimulate competitive awareness among disciples;

Second, contribution could be earned through the mission rankings and exchanged for needed treasures;

Third, Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures that were of no use could be exchanged for resources beneficial to oneself, increasing one's strength;

Fourth, the existence of the Trial Tower could improve disciples' practical combat abilities, preventing them from staying behind closed doors all day and having no experience when facing enemies.

Having only glimpsed the basics, Zhunti had already summarized many benefits.

Though he harbored resentment toward Tongtian, he could not help admiring Tongtian's ingenious ideas.

"This proposal is feasible. When the time comes, we shall attend the ceremony and observe carefully."

Jieyin nodded in agreement, approving the suggestion.

Ancestral Witch Hall.

"What is Tongtian up to? The more I look at this, the more confused I become."

Zhurong muttered loudly, his face full of bewilderment.

If Dijun were here, he would surely sneer.

You ancestral witch whose head is full of brute strength—how could you possibly understand any of this?