Taotie did not know whether to laugh or cry. He wanted to weep, but no tears would come. Had he known this was what they wanted, he would never have gone out to show off, even if they beat him to death.
Now look at the mess he was in. Agree to help this side, and he would offend the other.
Refuse, and he would offend the Primordial Heavenly Venerable.
In the end, he could not afford to provoke either of them.
He looked at the five, somewhat deflated. "I cannot afford to offend either Sage, but I simply do not wish to emerge into the world. Are you going to force me?"
Guangchengzi and the other four nodded together. Their meaning was clear: he had to agree.
Taotie's fury blazed. "Do not push me too far! I am one of the Primordial Fierce Gods! Do you truly think I am made of clay? You juniors think you can bully me just because of your cultivation? I will not stand for it, and neither will my brothers!"
In truth, his heart was filled with unease. However tough his words sounded, he did not dare do anything to the five.
Besides, his strength would not allow him to do anything to them anyway.
No matter how loudly he shouted, he never actually struck.
Guangchengzi softened his tone. "Fellow Daoist Taotie, do not be angry. Do you still not understand what I mean? As long as you are willing to help me, my master, the Primordial Heavenly Venerable, will shelter you in the future. With my master's protection, even if Daochen personally acts against you, he will not be able to harm you!"
"Moreover, with the Human Race's great rise, the Dao Ancestor has already decreed that Sages are forbidden from intervening.