Unbending!

"Regardless, they are still registered disciples of the Dao Ancestor.

Even a dog needs to be looked at by its owner before being hit. Severely injuring them is enough."

"It can also be considered giving the Dao Ancestor some face.

Mount Sumeru is already destroyed, and we've vented enough anger."

Despite these words, the Twelve Ancestral Witches, including Dijiang, had eyes that flickered with unwillingness and resentment.

If they hadn't been wary of the Dao Ancestor's power, would they have let these two fellows off so easily?

Furthermore, the Twelve-grade Golden Lotus of Merit was currently suppressing the turbulent lands of the West.

Without the protection of a supreme treasure, Jieyin and Zhunti were directly beaten black and blue, covered in wounds, with blood staining the mountaintop.

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

Dijiang swept his cold gaze across the void, leaving behind a harsh threat.

With that, he no longer paid attention to Jieyin and Zhunti, who were like stray dogs, and turned to leave with the Ancestor Witches.

The great cultivators watching from afar heard this and collectively rolled their eyes.

Good heavens, Mount Sumeru was blown up, and Jieyin and Zhunti were severely injured, and this was considered light?

If they had truly gone all out, the entire West might have collapsed?

They grumbled inwardly, but no one dared to speak, and they tacitly withdrew their gazes.

Zhunti was so angry he almost spat out blood.

Jieyin, ignoring his injuries, reached out and summoned the Twelve-grade Golden Lotus of Merit to his side.

He sat cross-legged on the lotus platform, continuously forming hand seals, his magic power surging.

A moment later, under his control, the scattered boulders from the collapse of Mount Sumeru quickly gathered and reformed.

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

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

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

"This mountain shall be called Spirit Mountain."

Although it was far from as majestic and grand as the former Mount Sumeru, it was still a top-tier location on the Western lands.

The two hastily treated their injuries and then, dragging their exhausted bodies, entered a secret chamber to recuperate.

At this moment, Tongtian, who was watching from afar, felt a stir in his heart, as if sensing something.

He realized that Dijun was heading this way.

Good heavens, he arrived at just the right time!

He hadn't left yet, and this one had rushed over.

Judging by his demeanor, it was as if he had come to confirm Tongtian's previous words.

Tongtian's expression was slightly strange. He chuckled and said:

"Your troubles are coming."

Before his voice even fell, he had already embraced Nuwa and vanished, hiding himself quietly.

Only Changxi and her sister were left, looking at each other in a daze.

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

"Heavenly Emperor Dijun pays an uninvited visit. I hope the two fairy maidens will forgive me."

The sisters exchanged glances. Besides confusion, a hint of vigilance also arose in their hearts.

If it were in the past, they might not have been so wary.

But their current reaction was precisely because Tongtian's previous words had left an impression on them.

Therefore, they had to think a little more.

"We are unaware of the Heavenly Emperor's visit. What guidance do you have?"

Xihe asked directly, her tone calm.

The door opened, and Dijun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi stepped in with smiles on their faces.

"Heaven and Earth separate Yin and Yang, and the universe determines all things," Dijun spoke slowly.

"I am the embodiment of supreme Yang energy, while the two fairy maidens are of supreme Yin bodies."

"As the saying goes, Yin and Yang combine, and the Heavenly Dao is natural.

I have come today to propose marriage. I hope you will not reject me."

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

But any discerning person knew that his purpose was far from that simple.

As a hegemon who aimed to rule the Primordial World, he did not care about so-called love.

The true purpose of this trip was to hold the Primordial World's first Heavenly Marriage, thereby gaining merit from the Heavenly Dao.

Moreover, Xihe and Changxi themselves had deep foundations. If their breakthrough could be aided by the Heavenly Marriage, the Heavenly Court would gain two more Quasi-Saint powerhouses.

This would undoubtedly be a great help to Dijun's plan to unify the world.

Xihe's gaze sank.

If not for her concern about the opponent's vast influence, she would have already been furious and struck out.

She coldly refused:

"There's no need to mention this again! My sister and I have important matters to attend to, so we cannot accompany you."

With that, she adopted a posture of seeing them out.

She couldn't even be bothered to feign politeness, her attitude extremely cold.

Being rejected so decisively, Dijun's expression immediately turned grim.

Beside him, Eastern Emperor Taiyi was even more enraged. A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and he rose, preparing to make a move.

In his opinion, his elder brother had lowered himself to extend an olive branch, only to be so humiliated.

How could he tolerate this insult?

Dijun also didn't seem to intend to stop him, even showing a hint of indulgence.

He had brought Taiyi here with the intention of testing and applying pressure.

A powerful aura swept through the Moon Palace, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth seemed to freeze.

"This is too shameless, they're actually trying to force a marriage!"

Nuwa, hiding in the void, couldn't help but transmit her thoughts to Tongtian.

The dignified Heavenly Emperor was resorting to such despicable means, it was truly a disgrace to his reputation.

"Don't rush, let's see how things unfold first."

Tongtian gently patted her hand, comforting her.

He didn't yet know the true thoughts of Changxi and Xihe.

What if they were truly willing to cooperate?

As soon as he finished speaking, Changxi on the other side coldly interjected:

"Does the dignified Demon Race Heavenly Emperor and Eastern Emperor not even care about their reputation anymore?"

Her tone was sarcastic and carried a double meaning, which made Tongtian pause.

Good heavens, this woman's sharp tongue was too effective.

"If the two fairies are sensible, they should make their decision soon."

"Otherwise, this Emperor doesn't mind finding another way."

His face darkened from her words, and Dijun finally revealed his true colors.

The Heavenly Marriage was imperative; he would not allow any mistakes.

At these words, Changxi and Xihe's expressions immediately sank, and they were filled with rage.

Although their cultivation was only at the mid-Quasi-Saint stage, their auras erupted fiercely, with no attempt to conceal them.

While their realms were slightly inferior to Dijun and Taiyi, their unyielding attitude clearly indicated their stance.

Better to break than to bend!

After being rejected several times in a row, a hint of anger rose in Dijun's heart. His tone became impatient, and he coldly issued an ultimatum:

"Have the two of you truly thought this through? If you truly become enemies with my Demon Race, this Primordial World will have no place for you!"

Almost as soon as his words fell, Eastern Emperor Taiyi beside him took out the Chaos Bell.

With the bell in hand, killing intent arose, clearly indicating that he would act immediately if they refused again.

How could the two sisters bow down to such coercion?

Changxi let out a cold laugh, sneering:

"Heh, you have quite the nerve. Who are you trying to scare? If you have the guts, try saying that in front of Saint Tongtian."

As soon as she said this, Tongtian heard it clearly and couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle.

This girl had quite a few tricks up her sleeve.

Knowing full well that he was here watching the show, she directly drew the fire onto herself.

Seeing this, Nuwa covered her mouth and giggled, her eyes full of schadenfreude.

"Let alone Tongtian, even if the Dao Ancestor himself were here, this Emperor would still say the same thing!"

Being looked down upon by a woman like this, Dijun immediately lost his patience and blurted it out.

But as soon as the words left his mouth, he knew something was wrong.

Although he had personally sealed off the void when he arrived to prevent any accidents, he still had no idea how deep the divine abilities of a Saint ran.

But since the words were already out, he couldn't possibly back down and embarrass himself on the spot, could he?

He could only maintain a tough facade, though his heart was already filled with unease.

Just as he was contemplating this in secret, he suddenly saw Changxi's lips curve upwards, revealing a hint of a smug smile. His heart immediately tightened.

A sense of foreboding washed over him like a tide, growing stronger and stronger.

As expected, in the next moment, a calm yet chilling voice sounded from behind him.

Dijun's expression changed drastically, his entire body struck as if by lightning.

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

Before the voice even finished, Tongtian, carrying Nuwa, slowly appeared.

In an instant, the atmosphere in the entire moon palace became tense, as if even the air had frozen.

"Bitch, how dare you plot against us!" Eastern Emperor Taiyi roared in anger, glaring fiercely at the Xihe sisters, his eyes practically spewing fire.

"Noisy!"

Tongtian snorted coldly, his gaze sweeping sideways.

As soon as the words fell, before Eastern Emperor Taiyi could react, he felt his chest struck as if by a heavy hammer.

"Waa—" A mouthful of blood sprayed out, his face instantly turning as pale as paper. His body swayed, almost unable to stand steady.

"I apologize for my inappropriate words just now. I hope the Saint will forgive me."

Dijun quickly helped his brother up, his attitude extremely humble. He even replaced his usual "This Emperor" with "This humble Daoist."

Such subservience showed how deeply he feared Sect Master Tongtian, no longer daring to harbor any thought of resistance.

"A wise man knows when to adapt. I appreciate your willingness to admit your mistakes."

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

"If you are unwilling to part with the treasures, you can also take three of my moves—however, I advise you to choose the former."

Seeing his compliance, Tongtian, though his expression remained unchanged, was quite satisfied inwardly.

But satisfaction was one thing, and letting go of a good deal was another.

Thousands of people in the Intercepting Sect were waiting to eat. If he, the head of the sect, didn't manage things meticulously, who would?

Yes, that's right, it should be like this.

Just as he was contemplating this, Xihe and Changxi beside him showed looks of shock.

They never imagined that Eastern Emperor Taiyi, who had once made them lose sleep and whose name shook the Primordial World, would be completely defenseless against Tongtian, unable even to withstand a mere snort from him.

This disparity was simply too great!

The might of a Saint, was it truly this formidable?!

In that instant, a feeling of longing they had never experienced before surged within them—those beings who resided at the apex of the Dao path were perhaps the only true pillars of support worth relying on.

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

Dijun did not hesitate in the slightest, presenting all the treasures originally intended as betrothal gifts.

Pulling the injured Taiyi, he turned and strode away quickly, his retreating figure almost appearing desperate.

Tongtian's gaze flickered, catching the trace of malice that flashed across Dijun's eyes. He curved his lips upwards, a half-smile playing on his lips.

He knew the seeds of hatred had been sown.

But so what?

He casually put away the spiritual treasures and turned to look at the two Moon Goddesses still standing there in a daze.

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

Before he finished speaking, he embraced Nuwa and vanished into the void in a flash.

Changxi pouted, muttering softly, "Not even a polite word... He's really not showing any sincerity at all."

Xihe shook her head gently, her gaze complex.

She understood that Tongtian's intervention at this moment was already a great act of tolerance.

To still be concerned about perfect etiquette would be to show a lack of self-awareness.

Moreover, who could guarantee such a turn of events the next time they encountered trouble?

Rather than drifting aimlessly, it was better to join the Intercepting Sect.