Displaying Divine Might!

Zhenyuanzi couldn't help but blush when Tongtian saw through his thoughts. He coughed twice, momentarily speechless.

"Alright, I won't make a move against him over such a trivial matter."

Tongtian glanced at him and said comfortingly.

However, even so, if Hongyun really wanted to join the Intercepting Sect in the future, it wouldn't be that easy.

If he didn't pass through a thousand or eight hundred layers of trials of schemes and formations, there was no way he'd get in!

"Thank you, Sect Leader, for your magnanimity."

Hearing this, Zhenyuanzi breathed a sigh of relief and quickly thanked him.

Under Qing Xuanzi's guidance, he slowly retreated from Biyou Palace.

Not long after he left, Nuwa arrived gracefully.

Tongtian's gaze swept over her, noticing the late-stage Quasi-Saint aura that she hadn't fully contained.

He subconsciously pulled her into his embrace.

Just as he was about to speak, his gaze suddenly fell upon Zhunti.

He saw him quietly leaving Mount Sumeru and heading rapidly towards the Heavenly Court.

Without even thinking, he knew Zhunti was up to some mischief again.

With a slight movement of his heart, Tongtian understood everything.

He gently stroked Nuwa's temples and smiled.

"Do you want to watch a good show?"

"Where are we going to watch?" Nuwa's eyes lit up, and she quickly asked.

"Right here. Have you forgotten I have this ability?"

Tongtian smiled and flicked his finger.

Instantly, an oval-shaped light mirror appeared in the void.

The person in the mirror was none other than Zhunti, who was rushing to the Heavenly Court.

It turned out that after closing himself off for three thousand years, he was still stuck at the final hurdle of the middle stage of Quasi-Saint.

Frustrated, he recalled a plan his senior brother had mentioned before he went into seclusion.

He thought that if he continued to stay in seclusion, he didn't know when he would break through. It would be better to proceed with the original plan.

And so, the current scene unfolded.

Before long, Zhunti arrived at the gates of the Heavenly Court.

Upon the report of the gate-keeping demon general, Dijun personally came to greet him and led him into the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

"I wonder why Daoist Zhunti is not cultivating on Mount Sumeru and has suddenly visited my Heavenly Court? Do you have any advice for me?"

After ordering servants to bring out several plates of immortal fruits, Dijun said with a smile.

As the saying goes, no one would visit uninvited without a reason.

As the leader of a sect, he naturally understood this principle.

Logically, he shouldn't have been so direct.

But because of Zhunti's brothers' poor reputation in the Purple Heaven Palace, everyone was wary.

Therefore, Dijun didn't want to beat around the bush and directly asked about his purpose.

"It's not that I'm hiding anything. This time, I've come to bring Daoist friend an opportunity."

"If Daoist friend doesn't wish to listen, I will leave immediately and will not linger."

Seeing his cold attitude, Zhunti naturally didn't want to grovel. His tone turned cold, and he pretended to leave.

"Please wait."

Dijun shouted to stop him, his brows furrowed, a hint of confusion in his expression.

"It was I who was impolite. I hope Daoist friend can forgive me."

"May I know what this opportunity you speak of is specifically?"

While speaking politely, he had already made up his mind.

If Zhunti couldn't offer any tangible benefits, he wouldn't let him leave so easily!

Knowing his thoughts, Zhunti was not annoyed.

He casually picked up a few immortal fruits, ate them, and spat out two words:

"Heavenly Marriage."

"How does he know?"

In Biyou Palace, Nuwa, who was secretly watching, spoke softly.

Her brows were already slightly furrowed, though she didn't know when it had happened.

The matter of the Heavenly Marriage, she only learned about after refining the Red Embroidered Ball.

How did Zhunti find out?

"There are many sects in the world; it's inevitable that one or two will stumble upon such things. There's no need to pay too much attention."

Tongtian stroked his long beard, his expression calm.

Or rather, from the moment Zhunti stepped through the gate, he had already anticipated some of this.

Let's talk about Dijun.

Upon hearing the words "Heavenly Marriage," he was first stunned, then his expression lit up with joy, and he immediately understood the benefits.

"Thank you, fellow Daoist, for your guidance. My Demon Race will remember this karma."

He cupped his hands in a bow, his face full of delight.

"You are too kind, fellow Daoist. I have come today not only for this Heavenly Marriage opportunity but also to discuss another matter with you."

"May I ask for your advice?"

Zhunti smiled slightly and then revealed his true intentions.

That's right, the "Heavenly Marriage" was merely a prelude; the real purpose lay further ahead.

"Oh? Cooperation? How would that work?"

Dijun raised an eyebrow, a flicker of interest in his eyes.

For someone like Zhunti to proactively propose cooperation, the benefits behind it were clearly significant.

"It's very simple. You help me eliminate Hongyun, and after my brother and I achieve Sainthood, I will help you eradicate the Witch Race."

"I imagine the Twelve Capital Celestial Evil Slaying Formation of the Witch Race is also a troublesome matter for you, isn't it?"

Seeing his interest piqued, Zhunti struck while the iron was hot, speaking concisely.

Dijun's heart trembled upon hearing this.

His understanding of Zhunti deepened.

He certainly knew who Hongyun was.

Precisely because he knew, he was even more astonished by Zhunti's audacity.

One must remember that Hongyun had yielded the Saintly Position and Spiritual Treasures to them.

Now, instead of repaying his kindness, they harbored murderous intent, wishing to eliminate him once and for all.

Truly audacious!

He naturally had to be extremely vigilant when cooperating with such a person devoid of righteousness.

He tapped the table lightly with his right hand and pondered for a moment.

Finally, just as Zhunti was growing somewhat anxious, he slowly spoke:

"Cooperation is not impossible, but how do I know when your brother and you will attain the Dao and become Saints?"

"What if the Epoch is nearing its end, and neither of you has achieved the Dao?"

It had to be said, Dijun's considerations were thorough.

In one sentence, he brought Zhunti's vague promise out into the open.

"Alright, if that day truly comes and my brother and I have not become Saints, we will still help you deal with the Witch Race, how about that?"

Cursingt inwardly a few times, Zhunti gritted his teeth and conceded.

Dijun weighed the matter for a long time and finally nodded in agreement.

"Agreed, but I require you to make a Heavenly Dao oath."

As soon as these words were spoken, Zhunti's expression immediately darkened.

Good heavens, it was almost an open declaration of distrust.

Helplessly rolling his eyes, but with things having reached this point, he could only comply and solemnly made the Heavenly Dao oath.

"It's not that I don't trust you, but I need to be responsible for the entire Demon Race. I hope you can understand."

After he finished swearing, Dijun narrowed his eyes and said indifferently.

As for the truthfulness of his words, they both knew it well.

"Regarding Hongyun, please handle it as soon as possible. The sooner it's resolved, the sooner my senior brother and I can take the final step."

Zhunti urged Dijun once more, a hint of urgency in his tone.

After giving his instructions, he didn't linger. His figure flashed, and he hurried towards the west, fearing that any delay might arouse suspicion.

"Let's go, I'll take you to crash a party."

Tongtian chuckled and casually projected the previously recorded footage into the sky.

Nuwa understood, and with a step, she followed him to the Moon Star.

His purpose for this trip was to get ahead and intercept the sisters Changxi and Xihe.

Looking at the familiar yet strange scene before her, the intelligent and perceptive Nuwa immediately understood Tongtian's intentions.

Her lips curled slightly, and she gently pinched Tongtian's waist, twisting with force.

"You little jealous pickle."

Tongtian chuckled helplessly, flicked her nose, and then turned to the Moon Palace, speaking loudly:

"Xihe, Changxi, fellow Daoists, Tongtian has come to visit."

As soon as his voice fell, two slender figures emerged from the palace.

A gentle yet courteous voice echoed from the air:

"So it is Saint Tongtian gracing us with his presence. We did not prepare for your arrival and hope you will forgive our lack of proper welcome. Please, come in, come in."

The two bowed gracefully, their postures respectful, and led Tongtian and Nuwa into the Moon Palace.

The younger sister, Changxi, immediately got up and began to prepare Osmanthus Tea for everyone.

Seeing their slightly reserved demeanor, Tongtian found it somewhat amusing.

The way they acted, it was as if he were some villain coming to steal a bride.

"May I ask why the Saint has come today? Do you have any guidance for us?"

Xihe served the tea and asked tentatively.

Although their manners were impeccable and their actions proper, the trace of wariness hidden in their eyes did not escape Tongtian and Nuwa's notice.

"No need to be nervous. I have come today simply to sincerely invite both of you to join my Intercepting Sect."

His tone was calm, his gaze gentle.

"What do you two think?"

Nuwa, standing beside him, remained silent, merely casting a curious glance at the surrounding furnishings.

This was her first time on the Moon Star, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of novelty.

"This..."

The sisters exchanged a glance. After a moment of silence, Changxi finally spoke, politely declining:

"We are grateful for the Saint's kind regard, but my sister and I have lived on the Moon Star for a long time and are accustomed to this place. We fear we cannot accept your offer, and we hope the Saint will forgive us."

Upon hearing their refusal, Tongtian's expression remained unchanged, as if he had expected it.

Nuwa, however, looked slightly surprised, a flicker of disbelief in her eyes.

After all, in the current Primordial World, how many cultivators dreamed of being accepted as a disciple by a Saint?

Especially an invitation from Tongtian himself, which was an immense opportunity.

Yet, they had politely declined, which was truly perplexing.

If word of this got out, it would surely cause a stir.

"It's alright. I believe that in due time, you will understand the reasons behind this."

Tongtian said casually, waving his hand.

He already had a plan in mind.

Dijun had always been arrogant, and now he was determined to have the Xihe sisters.

If he didn't intervene, Dijun would likely arrive soon with gifts, intending to force a marriage.

At that point, unless the two women truly consented, they would likely be unable to escape calamity.

His visit today was actually to leave them an escape route.

Once Dijun made his move and they had nowhere to flee, they would remember his words today.

At that time, they would naturally turn to the Intercepting Sect.

Of course, if they remained unwilling, he would not force them.

After all, this action was merely out of appreciation for their talent, not wanting them to fall into unavoidable disaster.

"What does the Saint mean by that?"

Xihe frowned slightly, unable to help but press further.

"Heavenly secrets are hard to fathom. It will be revealed in time."

Tongtian smiled and changed the subject, his gaze turning towards the west:

"Are you interested in watching a good show?"

With that, his divine sense swept across the western horizon.

Before leaving, he had secretly sent the scene of Dijun and Zhunti's secret conversation to the Witch Race.

Given the nature of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, they would certainly not let this matter rest.

As expected, as soon as his voice fell, powerful auras emanated from the distance.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches had all mobilized and were angrily heading west.

His aura was completely unhidden along the way, shaking the surrounding cultivators until they trembled and hastily made way.

This kind of display alarmed countless powerful beings.

A crowd of strong individuals emerged from seclusion, looking towards the west and discussing amongst themselves.

"Judging by this momentum, the Twelve Ancestral Witches are heading west. Good! They should be made to suffer a bit!"

"I really wish I could teach those shameless scoundrels Jieyin and Zhunti a good lesson. Damn it, how many times have they come here to take advantage? You can't just keep shearing the same sheep over and over!"

"Are we going to see Pangu's phantom manifest its divine might again today?"

"What exactly did Jieyin and Zhunti do to provoke these people? Look at their expressions, it's like they want to devour the two of them alive!"

"They even dare to provoke the Witch Race. I think their tails have gotten too high after being taken as disciples by the Dao Ancestor."