Inside the Investiture of the Gods,
all was silent.
Six tiny figures sat around a large rock, looking utterly dejected.
"What do we do now?!"
Taishang Laojun was the first to recover. Looking at his bare-bottomed second brother, Jieyin, Zhunti, and the others, he spoke with a hint of melancholy.
"Now that our true spirits are in the Investiture of the Gods, doesn't that mean Tongtian will have us under his thumb for the rest of our lives?"
"Hmph. As if!"
Yuanshi Tianzun opened his eyes and sneered. "It's just the Investiture of the Gods. It was meant for those Interception Sect disciples in the first place. How could it possibly trap us?"
"Don't forget, we're Sages!"
"Even if we can't use the laws of the Heavenly Dao in here, we're still bona fide Primordial Grand Luo Golden Immortals, aren't we?"
"The six of us together can't break through a mere Investiture of the Gods?"
"Well..."
Journey to the West Jieyin hesitated. "Brother, why don't you try it first, then talk? I know I'm not trying again!"
"What?"
Yuanshi Tianzun, still unaware of what was about to happen, looked at them in confusion.
Then...
"AAAAH!!!"
A sudden whirlwind instantly shredded everyone's true spirits, and a chorus of pig-slaughtering screams rang out.
"They really do have... powerful lungs!"
Startled, Sect Leader Tongtian and the others stepped forward and gave each of them a kick, cutting off their wailing. They snapped, "All right, all right! Try to bear it!"
"This is nothing!"
"If you refuse to cooperate from now on, we'll do this to you a hundred times a day. You'll get used to it eventually."
"What?!"
Hearing Sect Leader Tongtian's demonic whisper, Journey to the West Jieyin couldn't take it anymore. He hurried over and dropped to his knees in front