Unheard Of!

There was no way to repay it, no matter what method was used.

"Junior Brother, there's no need to worry. The cart will find its way when it gets to the bridge.

If all else fails, we can discuss it with Hongyun then."

Jieyin comforted him lightly, appearing unconcerned.

However, a murderous intent had already flashed through his mind.

He simply wasn't strong enough to deal with it yet, so he didn't speak his mind.

If things truly reached an unmanageable point, he wouldn't show any mercy.

Three thousand years passed in the blink of an eye.

In these past few thousand years, the Primordial World had been more lively than ever before.

It wasn't because any major events had occurred, but rather because new Spiritual Treasures were constantly emerging from all over, appearing as frequently as mushrooms after a spring rain.

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

Among them were quite a few top-ranked powerful figures:

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

After breaking through to become a Quasi-Saint, East King Duke once again invoked the name of the Dao Ancestor, recruiting cultivators everywhere to expand the influence of the Purple Mansion.

In a short period, the Purple Mansion's disciples expanded severalfold, and he even created the "Myriad Immortals Formation" based on the number of disciples.

For a time, he was infinitely glorious and his prestige was immense.

Meanwhile, Dijun and Taiyi chose to enter seclusion to consolidate their realms.

At the same time, they ordered their subordinate Demon Race to widely collect spiritual materials from heaven and earth to enrich the Demon Race's foundation.

This move directly exacerbated the conflict with the Witch Race; the clash between the two forces was like an arrow already nocked, just waiting for a fuse.

On the vast, ancient primordial lands, the slaughter between the Demon Race and the Witch Race could be seen everywhere.

Inside a secret chamber.

Tongtian slowly opened his eyes.

The aura around him was far stronger than before he went into seclusion.

He let out a soft breath and thought to himself:

"Now, most people probably haven't even managed to Sever a Corpse, right?"

With that thought, he raised his hand towards the sky, sending out two beams of immortal light, then rose and stepped out of the secret chamber.

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

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

"Are you summoning us this time regarding the establishment of a sect and the propagation of the Dao?"

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

Although Three Immortal Islands were good, they had few disciples, making it seem a bit desolate.

Furthermore, Tongtian had mentioned establishing a sect before going into seclusion, so they naturally thought of this.

"Precisely.

The matter of establishing a sect and recruiting disciples can now begin to be prepared."

Tongtian nodded, then assigned tasks:

"Fuxi, you will be responsible for publicly announcing the division of my Intercepting Sect disciples into outer, inner, true, and core disciples, as well as their cultivation thresholds."

"Nuwa, you will be responsible for promoting the sect's Four Great Holy Halls and Five Great Rankings."

After speaking, he seemed to recall something, took out a jade slip, and injected the detailed content into it.

"You two will act according to this, carrying out the announcements based on the contents of the jade slip."

"Understood."

The brother and sister took the jade slip and took their leave.

Just as Fuxi and Nuwa were relaying the message according to Tongtian's instructions.

On the other side, Dijun, who had just emerged from seclusion, frowned deeply after hearing his subordinate's report.

"It's time to subdue Northern Darkness."

The Northern Darkness region was Kunpeng's territory.

Although the demons there varied in strength, the only true powerful figure was Kunpeng.

However, as the lord of the Demon Race, his ambition was to unify the entire Demon Race.

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

Especially Kunpeng, who had once created the demon script, drawing down merit from the Heavenly Dao, and was revered as the Demon Master by all demons.

This was a cultivator at the early stage of Quasi-Saint. If he could be brought under their banner, the Demon Race's strength would undoubtedly increase greatly!

With this in mind, he immediately summoned the experts under his command and rushed to the Northern Darkness with Taiyi.

Although he had already stepped into the early stage of the Quasi-Saint realm, Kunpeng had always been cautious.

Aside from going to the Purple Heaven Palace to listen to the Dao, he rarely went out on weekdays, mostly cultivating in seclusion at his dojo.

On this day, as he was concentrating on his cultivation, he suddenly felt a tremor in his heart.

Upon calculating with his fingers, he found that a great calamity was imminent!

Instantly, cold sweat poured down.

But before he could make any preparations, more than a dozen powerful auras had already pressed in.

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

Furthermore, two of the auras were even more formidable than his!

The visitors were not friendly!

The thought flashed through his mind, and he immediately made up his mind—escape!

Unfortunately, as soon as he stepped out of his cave dwelling, he saw that Dijun and the others had already set up a heavy killing formation.

"I don't know why the two fellow Daoists have come to visit, what important matter do you have?"

Kunpeng forced himself to remain calm and asked.

The response he received was Dijun's angry roar:

"Attack together!"

BOOM!

Eastern Emperor Taiyi, who had been ready for a long time, swung the Chaos Bell and launched the first attack.

The more than ten Grand Unity Golden Immortals beside him also unleashed their magic treasures and divine abilities at the same time.

In an instant, treasures of light filled the void, and divine abilities intertwined, illuminating the heavens and earth.

Terrifying energy surged out, and within a radius of hundreds of millions of miles, the heavens and earth trembled, and spiritual energy erupted.

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

The threat of death surged into his heart like a tide.

Without time to think, he hurriedly activated the Mid-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure he had accidentally obtained to counterattack.

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

A mouthful of fresh blood spurted out, and Kunpeng's body flew backward.

His eyes were filled with rage, and his expression was full of unwillingness and indignation.

Truly, misfortune comes from the sky while one sits peacefully at home.

"Submit, or die!" Dijun said with a smile, his tone chilling.

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

The Demon Race only needed two supreme existences.

Hearing this, a flicker of humiliation flashed in Kunpeng's eyes, and his heart burned with rage.

He was originally sitting peacefully in his dojo, yet he inexplicably suffered such a disaster. Was there anything more absurd in this world?

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

He was surrounded and completely suppressed without even the strength to fight back.

Knowing that only by preserving his life could he have a chance for revenge, Kunpeng offered a wisp of his Primordial Spirit with almost no hesitation.

"Only those who know the times are heroes. Since fellow Daoist Kunpeng is willing to join my Demon Race, I will honor you as the Master of Ten Thousand Demons and share the luck of my Demon Race!"

Dijun patted his shoulder with satisfaction and said with a smile.

His demeanor made it seem as if the previous coercion had nothing to do with him.

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

Suppressing the humiliation in his heart, Kunpeng forced a smile and bowed his thanks.

"Big brother, I think this Kunpeng probably holds a grudge in his heart. We will need to be more vigilant against him in the future," Taiyi whispered to Dijun, his brow furrowed as he noticed the sudden change in Kunpeng's attitude.

A person who can bend and stretch is not to be feared.

What is truly terrifying is someone who can both bend and stretch, and yet smile in the face of their enemy!

"It's fine. With a wisp of his Primordial Spirit in my hand, no matter how cunning he is, he won't be able to cause any trouble."

Dijun smiled calmly, his tone relaxed.

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

Hates me?

So what?

As long as your Primordial Spirit remains, you must obey!

With Kunpeng's submission, Dijun incorporated the entirety of the Northern Darkness into the Demon Race's territory with little effort.

Although the battle ended quickly, the commotion it caused still alerted many powerful beings.

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

Fearing they might cause trouble one day, Dijun and Taiyi came knocking.

Just as the great powers were worrying, astonishing news swept across the Primordial World like a hurricane.

Instantly, all realms of the Primordial World were abuzz with discussion.

"I heard the Intercepting Sect will officially open its doors to disciples in a thousand years, with outer disciples starting at the Golden Immortal realm. It's incredible!"

"That's nothing! Their handyman disciple threshold is already Mysterious Immortal. Even more exaggerated is that core disciples require Quasi-Saint cultivation. Just thinking about it makes my scalp tingle!"

"I can only say that Sect Master Tongtian is truly extraordinary. This threshold alone will likely filter out more than half the people."

"Isn't that normal? After all, Sect Master Tongtian is renowned throughout the Primordial World. Even with strict screening, the remaining number of people will surely be astonishing."

"Fortunately, the disciple recruitment is a thousand years away. I still have time. I must break through to Mysterious Immortal quickly and strive to become a handyman disciple."

"And those five major lists and four great structures! I've truly never heard of such things before. Sect Master Tongtian, you really outdid yourself!"

Kunlun Mountain.

"Big Brother, what new trick is Tongtian up to now?"

Yuanshi held the invitation in his hand, a look of confusion on his face.

What were these four great structures and five major lists? He had never heard of them.

It's just establishing a sect, isn't it?

Why make such a fuss?

"Second Brother, do not underestimate him."

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

"There's a lot more to these things than meets the eye.

To come up with such a systematic and detailed layout, he must have spent at least several thousand years deducing and planning."

Mount Sumeru.

"Senior Brother, I've found that the sect Tongtian has founded is truly extraordinary, with a complete and interconnected system."

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

Zhunti repeatedly studied it for a long time before enthusiastically proposing.

Whether it was the classification of disciples' ranks or the design of the four great structures and five major lists.

They all held profound significance for a sect.

First, it could stimulate a competitive spirit among disciples.

Second, the task lists could be exchanged for contributions, which could then be used to redeem needed treasures.

Third, unused heavenly materials and earthly treasures could be exchanged for resources beneficial to oneself, thereby strengthening one's power.

Fourth, the existence of the Trial Tower could enhance disciples' practical combat abilities, preventing them from remaining shut away all day and having no experience when facing enemies.

Even with a cursory glance, Zhunti had already identified numerous benefits.

Although he harbored some resentment towards Tongtian, he couldn't help but admire the latter's ingenious ideas.

"This proposal is feasible. When we go to observe the ceremony, we must pay close attention and study it carefully."

Jieyin nodded in agreement, endorsing the suggestion.

Ancestral Witch Hall.

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

Zhurong grumbled loudly, his face full of bewilderment.

If Dijun were present, he would undoubtedly show disdain.

You, an Ancestral Witch whose mind is filled only with brute strength, how could you possibly understand this!