Tongtian pondered briefly, then coldly stated his terms.
Other than this, he truly could not think of anything else worth demanding.
Aside from that Twelve-grade Golden Lotus of Merit, the two of them only had a few ordinary Innate Dharma treasures, none of which caught his eye.
As for Spirit Mountain's treasury? Black Cloud and Zhenyuanzi had long since looted it clean, leaving not even a hair behind.
Ten thousand years of confinement might not bring him any tangible benefit, but at least it would make those two suffer enough.
It was still more satisfying than letting everything go without consequence.
Zhunti's expression changed drastically upon hearing this.
He naturally understood what this meant—the Western Teach was in an even worse state than the Heavenly Court. If their access to Eastern lands was cut off, their revival would be hopeless.
Rage churned within him, but on second thought, he was fish on the chopping block now. Where was there any room for bargaining?
He immediately deflated, lowering his head in silence.
Jieyin's expression shifted several times as well. After weighing the matter repeatedly, he ultimately nodded helplessly.
Seeing the two yield, Tongtian did not waste any more words. After giving Black Cloud and Zhenyuanzi a few instructions, he headed toward the Underworld.
As for the Interception Sect disciples who had originally rushed over in great fury,
by the time they arrived, they found that the battle had already ended, and every one of them wore disappointed expressions.
But immediately afterward, blazing light ignited in their eyes—
their admiration for Tongtian had somehow deepened even further.
Just as he reached the edge of the Blood Sea, before entering the Underworld, Minghe appeared in front of him.
Tongtian's brows furrowed slightly as he fixed him with a sharp gaze.
"Minghe pays respects