Cowardly Rats!

But East King Duke felt confident in his heart.

If he retreated on his own territory, how could he establish himself in the Primordial World in the future?

What's more, today was the grand ceremony for the establishment of his mansion, and many powerful beings had already gathered on the island.

As long as he showed the slightest sign of backing down, he feared the news would spread like wildfire within three days.

With embellishments and exaggerations, his and Purple Mansion's reputation might be completely ruined!

"Good! Since that's the case, then let's resort to arms!"

Dijun's expression turned cold.

Since you refuse to bow, then I shall fulfill your wish!

With that, he gave an order:

"All generals, heed my command, bloodbath Purple Mansion!"

"Kill!"

Hundreds of Grand Unity Golden Immortals roared in unison, charging towards the elders of Purple Mansion.

Eastern Emperor Taiyi, who had long been unable to contain himself, saw this.

Without hesitation, he struck the Chaos Bell, and several bell tolls reverberated through the vast expanse of Purple Mansion for ten thousand miles.

"All elders, form the Myriad Immortals Formation!!"

East King Duke's expression changed, and with a furious roar, he quickly retreated to his own formation.

"Myriad Immortals Formation, rise!"

Everyone immediately took their positions according to the formation, chanting incantations.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Rumbling sounds erupted throughout the heavens and earth.

A terrifying pressure instantly swept through the entire venue, enveloping Dijun and the others.

Under the amplification of the formation, a mighty power surged out, its aura shaking the heavens and earth.

In an instant, the sky dimmed, and the moon and stars lost their brilliance.

The void trembled slightly under this immense force.

The pressure, which felt like the collapse of heaven and earth, caused everyone present to change their expressions.

This included not only the invited powerful beings but also Dijun and the Demon Race.

This earth-shattering commotion instantly attracted the attention of powerful beings from all over the Primordial World, who cast their divine senses to probe.

"Hiss—Fellow Daoist East King Duke is indeed worthy of being the foremost male immortal personally appointed by the Dao Ancestor, truly extraordinary!"

"This... this formation can probably rank within the top five in the Primordial World!"

"It seems that no one's success is accidental."

"The Demon Race has probably kicked a steel plate this time. With such a grand formation, even double the manpower might not be able to break it!"

"It's best if they heavily injure the Demon Race. They've been too overbearing and arrogant in recent years."

"Stop talking. Both sides are similar. It's best if they both suffer heavy losses. Then, we fellow Daoists will surely be happy to take the opportunity to clean up the mess."

In Kunlun Mountain.

"This... impossible!"

Yuanshi roared in anger, his face filled with shock and disbelief.

The Demon Race, whom he had always looked down upon, was actually so powerful.

Even East King Duke, whom he disdained, possessed such terrifying means.

How could he, who had always regarded himself as Pangu's Orthodox Lineage and was arrogant, accept this?

Laozi's brow furrowed slightly, a hint of worry flashing in his eyes.

Ever since Tongtian attained the Dao, Yuanshi's state of mind had been unbalanced.

As a result, even minor matters could now disturb his emotions.

If this continued, even if his foundation remained unharmed, his state of mind might develop an irreparable crack.

He might even fall into a demonic state because of it.

Thinking of this, Laozi's heart tightened, and he immediately shouted:

"Wake up!"

As if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him, Yuanshi trembled violently, and his consciousness returned to clarity.

"Big Brother... I..."

"Alas... go into seclusion. Once the third lecture of the Purple Heaven Palace begins, we can ask our teacher for a way to deal with this."

Laozi sighed lightly and said slowly.

Yuanshi's expression changed several times. Finally, he gritted his teeth and replied in a deep voice:

"Alright."

In Wuzhuang Temple.

"This is truly a troublesome year."

Zhenyuanzi withdrew his gaze from observing the Purple Mansion and said in a low voice with a complex expression.

He was silent for a long time, his eyes flickering uncertainly, and finally he let out a soft sigh.

"Forget it, forget it. Tribulations are heartless. I, this Daoist, should just guard my original heart and stabilize my own foundation."

"I can only hope that Saint Tongtian will not refuse me entry."

At this point, a wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Who would have thought that within one Yuanhui, Tongtian would have already achieved sainthood.

It seemed he had ultimately overestimated himself.

Perhaps when he extended the invitation back then, it was merely out of courtesy, not because he valued his strength.

Shaking his head and sighing, he casually sent a ray of immortal light into the void, then closed his eyes to recuperate and calm his mind.

In the Netherworld Blood Sea.

Minghe couldn't help but show a smug look on his face as he saw East King Duke and Dijun locked in a stalemate.

He had been invited by both the Demon Race and the Purple Mansion in the past, but he had rejected them all, even drawing threats.

If it weren't for the protection of the Blood Sea, he would have long ago met his doom.

With resentment accumulating in his heart for so long, he was naturally happy to see them slaughtering each other.

Mount Sumeru.

Zhunti had a bitter face, full of melancholy, his emotions almost written all over his face.

Jieyin watched from the side, sighed, and did not speak.

He naturally understood why his junior brother was like this.

It was precisely because he had personally witnessed the power of the Demon Race and the Purple Mansion.

And for them, who were wholeheartedly seeking the prosperity of the West, this was undoubtedly a heavy blow.

From this, one could also imagine how powerful the Witch Race and the Intercepting Sect were.

Especially the Intercepting Sect, which now had a Saint overseeing it.

It could be foreseen how difficult it would be for the West to rise.

If it weren't for their brothers supporting each other all the way, emerging from obscurity, and their Dao hearts being already unshakeable, they might have faltered by now.

Even with their Dao hearts stable, the two of them couldn't help but feel heavy-hearted at this moment.

In the Ancestral Witch Hall.

Zhurong watched Dijun and East King Duke confront each other with great interest, a smile on his lips.

Qiangliang, who had always been silent, suddenly spoke:

"My elder brothers and sisters, now that Dijun and East King Duke are fighting, the Demon Race must be vulnerable. Why don't we take this opportunity to strike directly at the Sun Star and destroy the Demon Race in one fell swoop?"

As soon as he said this, everyone looked at him, their eyes filled with scrutiny.

Qiangliang's heart tightened, and cold sweat broke out.

Gonggong, with his notoriously short temper, was even more enraged, and he roared sternly:

"Cowardly rats!"

"Our Witch Race fights against heaven and earth, how could we use such despicable means!"

"Do you think those few wild chickens and dogs under Dijun can defeat all the warriors of our Witch Race?"

The other Ancestor Witches nodded one after another, their expressions firm.

Such a proposal was simply an insult.

Seeing the intense reaction from everyone, Qiangliang immediately fell silent.

And Zhurong's meaningful words made his heart sink even further.

Biyou Palace.

"It seems East King Duke cannot escape the fate of falling after all."

"Why can't he learn from me and live a low-key, reclusive life, just minding his own business?"

Tongtian sensed the schemes of Dijun and the others and couldn't help but shake his head and sigh.

Fuxi and Nuwa, who were beside him, heard this and were stunned, looking utterly bewildered.

The corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

The two exchanged glances, seeing suppressed amusement in each other's eyes.

A thought flashed through their minds almost simultaneously:

I can't believe you, Tongtian, are this shameless!

Fuxi suppressed a smile and spoke, "Senior Brother... no, Sect Leader, shouldn't we also go out and do something?"

The thought of the Demon Race and the Purple Mansion's treasury filled his eyes with eagerness.

The common saying goes, you don't know the value of oil and salt until you manage a household yourself.

Over the past five hundred years, with Tongtian personally overseeing the Intercepting Sect's affairs, the consumption of spiritual materials, elixirs, and various spiritual treasures had been staggering.

Yet, the Intercepting Sect's current output remained meager.

He worried that they might eventually exhaust their resources, which was why his gaze had turned towards the Demon Race and the Purple Mansion.

Though she didn't say the words "brother-in-law" aloud, Nuwa's cheeks still flushed, and she shot him a slightly exasperated glare.

Tongtian, however, was unconcerned. After a moment of thought, he nodded in agreement.

"Good, you will be fully in charge of this matter.

You may dispatch the sect elders and disciples as you see fit."

"I only have one request—make sure you secure those resources."

"Also, once this is settled, you should consider going into seclusion to break through."

"You're still only in the early Quasi-Saint stage. Even your sister has surpassed you. Don't you find that embarrassing?"

Fuxi, who had been beaming with joy, suddenly froze upon hearing this.

Then, a warmth spread through his heart.

He knew himself that his cultivation had indeed stagnated for quite some time.

Among the twenty experts in the sect's elder council, besides Qing Xuanzi, who was nearing the mid-Quasi-Saint stage, the remaining nineteen Grand Unity Golden Immortals had all severed one of their corpses.

Yet he, who had joined the Intercepting Sect earliest, had yet to break through.

This was because during Tongtian's seclusion, the sect's affairs had been so overwhelming, and there was no one to entrust them to, which had delayed his cultivation.

These words, seemingly a reprimand, were actually filled with concern.

"This is a clone technique I've specifically deduced for you."

"Study it carefully first, then teach it to the elders."

"Once you've finished handling these matters, you can go into seclusion with peace of mind."

Tongtian, who mastered the Way of Deduction, deduced a cloning technique in the blink of an eye and sent it into Fuxi's sea of consciousness.

Although this technique sounded profound, it was actually Tongtian's way of saving himself trouble.

He never wanted to deal with the sect's daily chores, and with more and more disciples joining, it would only become more burdensome in the future.

Currently, they were short of elders and the affairs were complicated.

If they could master the clone technique, it would not only alleviate the workload but also save time for cultivation.

Of course, behind this seemingly win-win situation lay another intention—

Tongtian intended to emulate later-day capitalists, digging out every last bit of potential and maximizing every ounce of ability!

Fortunately, this was the Primordial World, with abundant resources. Such methods would not harm Fuxi and the others.

Otherwise, Tongtian might have already been branded a "exploiter."

Fuxi closed his eyes and carefully examined the technique, his eyes filled with joy.

Without even time to say goodbye, he rushed out, quickly summoned the elders, taught them the technique one by one, and revealed his plan.

Upon hearing that they were going to target the Demon Race and the Purple Mansion's treasury, the elders became immensely excited.

However, the spots were limited, only enough for ten people.

Suddenly they started arguing, their faces red and necks thick, As if they were no longer the dignified Quasi-Saints they were supposed to be.

This scene, observed by Nuwa, made her unable to resist giving Tongtian a sidelong glance.

"Is it really okay for you to scheme against my brother like this?"

She naturally understood that while this spell appeared to be for Fuxi and the others, In reality, it was merely Tongtian's way of seeking leisure.

She had only refrained from exposing him because Fuxi was present at the time.

"Has no one ever taught you that sometimes, seeing through something but not saying it is the better part of kindness?"

"Woman, sometimes playing dumb is more endearing."

Tongtian said this as he gently pulled her into his embrace, Lowering his head close to her ear, his breath brushing against her skin.

Nuwa's earlobes immediately burned, and she was overcome with shyness.