Moral Blackmail, a Great War Ignited by a Seat!

Time flowed on.

Watching the Three Thousand Innate Gods all enter the Purple Cloud Palace, Haotian and Yaochi slowly closed the great doors.

"No, we haven't entered yet!"

A miserable cry echoed from outside the Purple Cloud Palace.

Two gaunt, sallow-faced, ragged Daoists squeezed in through the crack in the door.

Tall and thin, travel-worn, a sour stench wafting off them instantly tainted the sacred Purple Cloud Palace with a hint of worldly grime.

"Zhunti and Jieyin—these two Innate Gods are no simple beings!"

East King Duke sighed inwardly.

Zhunti and Jieyin were Heaven-ordained sages, their foundations deep and profound.

Zhunti's original form was the Supreme Innate Spiritual Root Bodhi Tree. After transforming, he refined his own body into the Top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree, unmatched in attack and exceedingly fierce.

Jieyin was born from a mass of Geng Metal Qi in the Western World, and his accompanying spiritual treasure was the Six Roots Pure Bamboo, refined from the Supreme Innate Spiritual Root Bitter Bamboo.

In the Western World, Zhunti and Jieyin held supreme fortune, their dojo being Mount Sumeru.

Though many called Zhunti and Jieyin shameless, they single-handedly established the Western Teachings, scheming for the world's fortune through the Investiture of the Gods Tribulation and the Journey to the West Tribulation, crushing all other sages.

The once broken and devastated Western World was painstakingly developed by this pair of brothers into an Immortal's Blessed Land of the Primordial World.

In both spiritual energy and living beings, it ultimately rivaled the Eastern Continent.

"Elder brother, there are no seats left, waaah waaah..."

Zhunti's eyes bulged wide, tears streaming down like rain, mixing with the dust on his face, making him look utterly pitiful.

The sage's Dao-lecture venue was at the far eastern edge of chaos.

The two had trekked over mountains and rivers, crossed starry voids, all to find a good seat for listening to the Dao, but they never expected to be late after all.

Inside the Purple Cloud Palace, only the corner near the door remained.

Listening to the Dao from there was far too distant from Dao Ancestor Hongjun; even the Heavenly Dao's sage majesty was faint and elusive—how could this satisfy Zhunti and Jieyin's ambition?

"Waaah waaah... The West is barren. My brothers have wandered for countless years, seeking a chance for life for Western beings. Now that we see the sage lecturing on the Dao, we've cultivated bitterly all the way, daring not a moment's delay, just to grasp a thread of opportunity."

"But who would have thought this Purple Cloud Palace has no place for us two? This poor Daoist might as well dash himself to death against this jade pillar!"

Jieyin wept bitterly, as if being ravaged by a brute.

Such a depth of sorrow, no matter how many Innate Gods present exhausted their skills, could not be replicated.

As he spoke!

Jieyin charged toward the jade pillar inside the Purple Cloud Palace.

If it were an ordinary pillar, it would be nothing before a Mid-stage Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal.

But the Purple Cloud Palace was Dao Ancestor Hongjun's dojo, layered with countless restrictions, and the palace itself was a spiritual treasure no less than an Innate Supreme Treasure.

If Jieyin truly struck it, he would only end up with his brains splattered, his soul and body annihilated.

"Elder brother, don't!"

Zhunti quickly wrapped his arms around Jieyin's waist, the two pulling against each other like a rear entry!

One forward, one backward!

Their bodies rubbed together, causing the female immortals present to blush, while the male immortals were nauseated by the pair's antics.

Dao Ancestor Hongjun kept his eyes shut, breathing naturally, making no move to intervene.

As Zhunti and Jieyin wrestled, the two stealthily arrived before the six cattail mats, fixing their gazes on Old Ancestor Hongyun.

Clearly, they had ill intentions!

"Daoist Fellow Hongyun, you are the greatest good man of the Primordial World. Could you yield your seat to us brothers?"

"Without a good spot to listen to the Dao, my elder brother will surely dash himself to death inside the Purple Cloud Palace. You wouldn't bear to see us brothers meet an end of body and Dao destroyed, would you?"

Zhunti's eyes brimmed with tears, his voice trembling slightly.

Old Ancestor Hongyun walked the Primordial World known for compassion and supreme kindness, revered by many Innate Gods. If he refused to yield his seat, he would instead be scorned by all.

Lay down the butcher's knife, and become a Buddha on the spot!

An evil man who does one good deed earns forgiveness, but a good man who commits one mistake is despised by the world.

The first farce of moral coercion in the Primordial World was now unfolding!

"Absolutely not!"

Zhen Yuanzi grabbed Old Ancestor Hongyun, unwilling to let his close friend give up his opportunity.

But how could Old Ancestor Hongyun listen?

The path of supreme kindness, benefiting the Primordial World—he had followed it for countless years. To abandon a reputation built over millennia for a mere seat—Old Ancestor Hongyun could not do it!

"Daoist brother, this is my path of Hongyun—you need not stop me!"

With a long sigh, Old Ancestor Hongyun rose and sat down beside Zhen Yuanzi. Seeing their opportunity, Zhunti and Jieyin acted without even a word of thanks, seizing the cattail mats.

At this sight, East King Duke gently shook his head.

"This Old Ancestor Hongyun has had his heart blinded by lard! The cattail mats are an opportunity left by a saint, yet he's given them away for nothing to those two shameless scoundrels—what a waste!"

"By the way, Daoist friend, do you not intend to seize a seat for yourself?"

West Queen Mother's mind was clear, and her brow furrowed slightly.

She truly could not fathom Old Ancestor Hongyun's move. It would have been better to leave the seat to Zhen Yuanzi.

Or else, the East King Duke beside her, with his profound cultivation, could easily snatch the mats from Zhunti and Jieyin.

Hearing this, East King Duke stroked West Queen Mother's hair, his eyes brimming with tenderness.

"This Emperor lacks the fortune, and I have no desire to entangle myself in karma!"

"Listening to the Dao here makes no difference. If you wish to sit on a mat, I will help you seize one—how about it?"

Heavenly Dao Saints were not worth much in East King Duke's eyes.

Rather than becoming pawns of Dao Ancestor Hongjun and the Heavenly Dao, it was better to seek the Dao with a calm heart, cultivating the Nine Revolutions Profound Origin Technique to perfection as soon as possible. Then he would attain the Primordial Great Dao Realm—how splendid would that be!

"Then I'd rather not!"

West Queen Mother quietly buried her head in East King Duke's chest, feeling the powerful beat of his heart, a blissful smile curling at the corners of her lips.

Just as the two were flaunting their affection, Zhunti and Jieyin made their move against Old Ancestor Kunpeng.

Without a moment's hesitation, the two offered up the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree and the Six Roots Pure Bamboo.

Old Ancestor Kunpeng was no Old Ancestor Hongyun—he was not a soft persimmon to be squeezed by anyone. The master and disciple pair intended to take the last cattail mat through battle.

"Daoist Kunpeng, see how my master and disciple have traveled from afar—won't you yield a seat as a gesture?"

The Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree radiated golden light, its fierce divine abilities and laws brewing.

If Old Ancestor Kunpeng refused, Zhunti would surely unleash a massacre, displaying his peerless combat power.

This sight stunned Old Ancestor Hongyun.

It seemed that giving his seat to this master-disciple pair was the greatest mistake he had ever made in his life.

Thinking this, Old Ancestor Hongyun couldn't help but feel some regret.

"You two dog-born bastards, your shameless faces might fool that old goody-goody Hongyun, but they can't escape this Old Ancestor's eyes! You're just coveting the saint's cattail mats, aren't you!"

"As top-tier Innate Deities, we all temper our cultivation through tribulations. Your Western lands are far away, but my North Sea territory is even more treacherous!"

"With such a Dao heart, instead of cultivating steadily, you resort to trickery and deceit. If you want the mat beneath this Old Ancestor's seat, then let your strength speak!"

Old Ancestor Kunpeng's face was dark and grim, as if it could drip water.

His right hand raised the North Sea Divine Mansion, and the Dark Water that corrodes all things poured forth, enveloping Zhunti and Jieyin. His Mid-stage Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal cultivation intimidated the crowd.

His impassioned speech filled the air with a murderous stillness.

"Old Ancestor Kunpeng, my master and disciple merely wished to borrow a seat—how can you tolerate such insults?"

"You, a wet-born, egg-hatched, fur-clad, horned creature, are unworthy of a saint's opportunity, unworthy to sit alongside the Three Pure Ones, Daoist Nuwa, and my master and disciple!"

"Zhunti, join your elder brother and drive this Mixed-Feathered Bird out!"

Jieyin held the Six Roots Pure Bamboo, and the Geng Metal Qi evolved into divine abilities, transforming into sharp divine swords in the air that slashed toward Old Ancestor Kunpeng.

When this master-disciple pair joined forces, their combat power was not to be underestimated.

Old Ancestor Kunpeng barely managed to hold his ground, relying on the power of Dark Water.

Clang!

Boom!

The storm of battle swept through the entire Purple Cloud Palace, yet no Innate Deity stepped in to stop the fight.

Because Dao Ancestor Hongjun had not yet spoken, it was tacitly accepted that Zhunti and Jieyin were seizing Old Ancestor Kunpeng's seat.

As for the other top-tier great powers, such as Dijun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi, none of them set aside the pride of being Innate Deities, deeming it beneath them to fight over mere cattail mats.

Little did they know, they had missed the opportunity to Prove Dao and Become a Saint!