Hearing the Primordial Divine Sect Master's words, Gu Yuanqing could not help laughing.
"What a joke. When I was still in the yin-yang realm, your Primordial Divine Sect came looking for trouble time and again. You even used the Ten Directions Token to try to imprison my entire Qian Yuan Realm. This time, your Ancestor Hall launched a sneak attack and summoned the Ancient Realm, yet now you accuse me of bullying the weak? What, only your Primordial Divine Sect is allowed to attack others, and no one is allowed to come after you?"
Qi Yichen said gravely, "As I said, our ancestor has not returned."
Gu Yuanqing said coolly, "Empty words. Who would believe them? Open the formation, and you might be spared!"
Another elder shouted, "Gu Yuanqing, if you have a grudge against our ancestor, go find him! What kind of Divine Path great cultivator comes here to trouble us?
"If you dare lay a hand on us today, not a single person who leaves your Qian Yuan Realm will survive in the future!"
"Think carefully about the consequences of breaking this rule!"
"Your Primordial Divine Sect broke that rule long ago. Bringing it up now is rather too late. Since you refuse to cooperate, let fate decide whether you live or die!" Gu Yuanqing's expression remained calm.
There was indeed such an unwritten rule in the Cultivation World and within the Exquisite World.
Soldiers fought soldiers, generals fought generals. Most cultivators battled opponents of their own level. Unless there was an existing grudge, or a lower-level cultivator provoked someone stronger, high-level cultivators rarely attacked those whose cultivation was far beneath theirs.
Once that tacit understanding was broken and both sides began slaughtering each other's weaker cultivators, both would suffer.
But those rules had long ceased to exist