Unyielding!

"No matter what, they were Dao Ancestor's registered disciples.

You still had to consider the master before beating the dog. Severely wounding them was enough."

"It could also be considered giving Dao Ancestor some face.

Mount Sumeru had already been destroyed, and they had vented almost enough of their anger."

Though they said so, the Twelve Ancestral Witches, including Dijiang, all had unwillingness and hatred flashing in their eyes.

If they had not feared Dao Ancestor's power, how could they have let those two off so easily?

Moreover, the Twelve-grade Golden Lotus of Merit was currently suppressing the turbulent western lands.

Without a supreme treasure to protect them, Jieyin and Zhunti had been beaten black and blue, covered in wounds, their blood splattering across the mountaintop.

"Today is merely a lesson. If there is a next time, and you dare plot against my Witch Race again, I will make you repay blood with blood!!"

Dijiang swept a cold gaze across the void, leaving behind those harsh words.

With that, he ignored Jieyin and Zhunti, who looked like stray dogs, and turned to leave with the Ancestral Witches.

The great powers watching the battle all rolled their eyes.

Good grief, Mount Sumeru had been blown apart, and Jieyin and Zhunti had been beaten into grave injuries. That was considered light?

If they had truly gone all out, would not the entire west have collapsed?

Though they grumbled inwardly, no one dared speak, and they tacitly withdrew their gazes.

Zhunti was so furious at those words that he nearly coughed up blood.

Ignoring his injuries, Jieyin beckoned and summoned the Twelve-grade Golden Lotus of Merit to his side.

He sat cross-legged atop the Lotus Platform, his hands constantly forming seals as his mana surged.

A moment later, under his control, the massive rocks scattered after Mount Sumeru's collapse swiftly gathered and re-formed.

Seeing this, Zhunti wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and immediately stepped forward to help.

After an unknown amount of time, a mountain dozens of times smaller than the original Mount Sumeru slowly took shape.

The spiritual energy within the mountain was also nearly thirty percent thinner than before.

"This mountain shall be called Spirit Mountain."

Though it was far less majestic than the former Mount Sumeru, it was still a top-tier place in the western lands.

After hastily tending to their injuries, the two dragged their exhausted bodies into a secluded chamber to recuperate.

At that moment, Tongtian, who was watching from afar, stirred as though he had sensed something.

He had discovered that Dijun was rushing this way.

Good grief, what timing!

Tongtian had not even left, yet this fellow had already hurried over.

Judging by his manner, it was as if he had come specifically to prove what Tongtian had said before.

Tongtian's expression turned slightly strange. He chuckled and said,

"Your trouble is here."

Before his words faded, he concealed himself, holding Nuwa as he quietly hid away.

Only the Changxi sisters remained, staring at each other in bewilderment.

Just then, a loud voice came from outside the door:

"Heavenly Emperor Dijun has come uninvited. I hope the two immortals will forgive the intrusion."

The sisters exchanged a glance. Along with their confusion, a trace of wariness arose in their hearts.

In the past, they might not have been so vigilant.

But now, they reacted this way precisely because Tongtian's earlier words had left an impression on them.

Thus, they could not help but think more deeply about it.

"May I ask why the Heavenly Emperor has come?"

Xihe asked directly, her tone calm.

The doors opened, and Dijun entered with Eastern Emperor Taiyi, smiles on their faces.

"Heaven and Earth are divided into yin and yang, and all things are determined by their balance," Dijun said unhurriedly.

"I was formed from the supreme yang qi, while the two immortals possess bodies of supreme yin."

"As the saying goes, yin and yang unite in accordance with the natural order. I have come today to propose marriage, hoping you will not reject me."

His tone was relaxed and his attitude sincere, as though it were truly a romantic proposal.

But anyone with discernment knew that his purpose was far from so simple.

As a hegemon bent on ruling the Primordial Wilderness, he did not care about love and affection.

His true purpose was to hold the first Heavenly Marriage of the Primordial Wilderness and obtain Heavenly Dao merit through it.

Furthermore, Xihe and Changxi possessed profound foundations. If the Heavenly Marriage could help them break through, the Heavenly Court would gain two more Quasi-Saint powerhouses.

That would undoubtedly be a tremendous aid to Dijun's grand plan of unifying the world.

Xihe's gaze darkened.

If she had not been wary of their immense power, she would likely have already struck out in fury.

She coldly refused,

"There is no need to mention this again! My sister and I have important matters to attend to. We will not keep you company."

Having said that, she clearly adopted a posture of sending guests away.

She could not even be bothered to pretend politeness. Her attitude was utterly cold and firm.

Rejected so decisively, Dijun's face immediately darkened.

Eastern Emperor Taiyi, beside him, was consumed with fury. A cold glint flashed in his eyes as he rose, intending to make a move.

In his view, his elder brother had already lowered himself to show goodwill, only to be humiliated like this.

How could he swallow that anger?

Dijun, however, did not seem inclined to stop him. He even appeared faintly indulgent.

He had brought Taiyi here precisely to test and pressure them.

A tyrannical aura swept through the Moon Palace, and even the spiritual energy of Heaven and Earth seemed frozen.

"This is too shameless. They actually want to force a marriage!"

Nuwa, hidden in the void, could not help sending Tongtian a voice transmission to complain.

A dignified Heavenly Emperor acting so despicably was truly beneath his reputation.

"Don't rush. Let's see what happens first."

Tongtian gently patted her hand in reassurance.

He still did not know Changxi and Xihe's true thoughts.

What if they genuinely wished to cooperate?

As soon as he finished speaking, Changxi coldly said,

"Do the Heavenly Emperor and Eastern Emperor of the Demon Race have no shame at all?"

Her tone was mocking and layered with meaning, leaving Tongtian momentarily stunned.

Good grief, this woman certainly had a sharp tongue.

"If the two immortals know what is good for them, they should make their decision soon."

"Otherwise, I do not mind using another method."

His face darkening at her barbed words, Dijun finally revealed his true colors.

The Heavenly Marriage had to happen. He would not tolerate any mishap.

At those words, Changxi and Xihe's faces fell, fury burning in their hearts.

Though they were only mid-stage Quasi-Saints, their auras erupted without restraint.

Their realms might be slightly inferior to Dijun's and Taiyi's.

But their utterly unyielding attitude had already made their stance clear.

They would rather break than bend!

After being rejected repeatedly, anger also rose in Dijun's heart. His tone lost all patience as he coldly issued an ultimatum:

"Have you two truly thought this through? If you insist on becoming enemies of my Demon Race, there will be no place for you on the Great Desolation Continent!"

At nearly the same moment his words fell, Eastern Emperor Taiyi took out the Chaos Bell.

With the bell in hand, killing intent surged. Clearly, if they refused again, he would strike immediately.

How could the sisters bow their heads before such coercion?

Changxi sneered and mocked,

"Heh, what a big mouth. Who are you trying to scare? If you have the ability, why not say that again in front of Saint Tongtian?"

Hearing those words clearly, Tongtian could not help shaking his head with a smile.

This girl truly had plenty of tricks.

She clearly knew he was here watching the show, yet she directly dragged him into it.

Nuwa covered her mouth and laughed, her eyes full of gloating amusement.

"Forget Tongtian—even if Dao Ancestor himself came, I would say the same thing!"

Being looked down on so openly by a woman, Dijun could no longer hold himself back and blurted it out.

But the moment the words left his mouth, he sensed something was wrong.

Though he had personally sealed the void before coming to prevent accidents,

he had never been certain how profound a Saint's divine abilities truly were.

But the words had already been spoken. He could not possibly admit weakness on the spot and slap himself in the face, could he?

He could only maintain a tough facade, though unease had already begun to grow in his heart.

Just as he was thinking to himself, he saw the corner of Changxi's lips lift into a smug smile, and his heart immediately tightened.

A sense of foreboding surged through him like a tide, growing ever stronger.

Sure enough, in the next instant, a calm yet frosty voice sounded from behind him.

Dijun's expression changed drastically, as though he had been struck by lightning.

"Oh? I would like to hear what you just said."

Before the words had faded, Tongtian had already appeared with Nuwa, walking forward at an unhurried pace.

In an instant, the atmosphere throughout the Moon Palace tightened sharply, as though even the air had congealed.

"You bitches, how dare you plot against us!" Eastern Emperor Taiyi roared, glaring viciously at the Xihe sisters, the fury in his eyes nearly spilling forth.

"Too noisy!"

Tongtian snorted coldly and cast him a sidelong glance.

Before the words fell, Eastern Emperor Taiyi had yet to react when he felt as if a giant hammer had smashed heavily into his chest.

"Puh—" He spat out a mouthful of blood. His face instantly turned pale as paper, and his body swayed, nearly unable to remain standing.

"My words were improper just now. I hope Saint Tongtian will forgive me."

Dijun hurriedly supported his younger brother, his attitude incomparably humble. He even changed his usual "I" to "this poor Daoist."

Such humility showed just how deeply he feared Sect Master Tongtian. He no longer dared harbor the slightest intention of resisting him.

"Those who understand the times are the wise ones. I admire your willingness to correct your mistakes most of all."

Tongtian smiled faintly, his tone gentle yet beyond dispute. "Hand over ten Mid-grade Innate Spiritual Treasures, and this matter will be settled."

"If you are reluctant to part with your treasures, you may also take three of my attacks—but I advise you to choose the former."

Seeing him submit so obediently, Tongtian remained expressionless on the surface, though he was quite satisfied inwardly.

But satisfied as he was, how could he pass up such an advantage?

The Interception Sect had hundreds upon thousands of mouths to feed. If he, as their leader, did not carefully manage their resources, who would worry about such matters?

Yes, that was only proper.

As Tongtian pondered secretly, Xihe and Changxi beside him revealed shocked expressions.

They had never imagined that Eastern Emperor Taiyi, who had kept them awake at night and whose fame shook the Primordial Wilderness, would have no ability to resist before Tongtian—he could not even withstand a single cold snort from him.

The gap was simply too enormous!

Was the might of a Saint truly this overwhelming?!

In an instant, an unprecedented longing rose in their hearts—perhaps one standing at the pinnacle of the Dao path was the true pillar worth relying upon.

"These are ten Mid-grade Innate Spiritual Treasures. We shall take our leave."

Without the slightest hesitation, Dijun presented all the treasures he had originally prepared as betrothal gifts.

Pulling the injured Taiyi along, he turned and hurried away, his retreat nearly wretched in its haste.

Tongtian's gaze flickered as he caught the flash of malice in Dijun's eyes. The corner of his lips curled slightly in an ambiguous smile.

He knew that the seeds of hatred had already been planted.

But so what?

Casually putting away the spiritual treasures, he turned to the two moon goddesses still standing there in a daze.

"Come with me to the Three Immortal Islands. From now on, you will be members of the Interception Sect."

Before his words faded, he flashed away into the void while holding Nuwa.

Changxi pouted and muttered softly, "He did not even say a polite word... He truly has no sincerity at all."

Xihe gently shook her head, her gaze complicated.

She understood that Tongtian's willingness to protect them at this moment was already an immense act of tolerance.

If they still demanded perfect courtesy, they would be failing to appreciate kindness.

Besides, if trouble arose again, who could guarantee they would have such an opportunity another time?

Rather than drift uncertainly outside, they might as well join the Interception Sect while the chance was before them.