A Three-Foot Sword Through Heaven and Earth's Dust, a Poem Through the Years of Rivers and Lakes!

It was no wonder Xihe and Changxi were so surprised.

After all, back on the Taiyin Star, Gu Changqing had revealed only a trace of Dao resonance, yet it had given both women profound insights and immense benefits.

Such mastery of the Dao was certainly not something an Outer Sect disciple could possess.

Naturally, they had assumed that Gu Changqing must be a direct disciple of the Interception Sect's saint.

On second thought, Xihe felt even more astonished.

Even an Outer Sect disciple was this formidable!

Could this be the depth of a saint's lineage?

After pondering for a moment, Xihe turned to Tongtian.

"The Interception Sect truly deserves its standing as a saint's lineage. It looks down upon the cosmos, supreme and revered!"

Xihe spoke with a wry smile.

This sudden praise left Tongtian somewhat bewildered.

Still, Tongtian found it pleasing, and his attitude toward Xihe and Changxi softened a little.

"Hehe, Fairy Xihe, you flatter us!"

"Since you have come for my disciple Changqing, please enter!"

As he spoke, Tongtian opened the Interception Sect Protective Formation and admitted Xihe and Changxi onto Golden Ao Island.

Leading the two women toward Gu Changqing's cave abode, Tongtian continued:

"Only, I imagine my disciple Changqing is still dead drunk!"

"Goddesses, I fear your journey may be in vain."

As he spoke, a hint of helplessness crossed Tongtian's face.

As far as he remembered, Gu Changqing never seemed to be sober.

At his words, Xihe could not help letting out a laugh, her beauty beyond compare.

She recalled how, even on the Taiyin Star, Gu Changqing had drunk himself into a stupor and slept beneath the Moon Laurel Tree, looking utterly carefree.

So it hardly seemed strange that he was now dead drunk in his own cave abode.

As they spoke, they arrived outside Gu Changqing's cave abode.

Changxi immediately spotted the drunken figure inside.

"Hehe, it really is Fellow Daoist Changqing!"

Before her words had faded, Changxi had nimbly entered the cave abode.

Then she tried to pull Gu Changqing up.

"Fellow Daoist Changqing, Fellow Daoist Changqing, wake up!"

"My sister and I have come to ask your guidance on something..."

Changxi shook the thoroughly drunken Gu Changqing, calling to him repeatedly.

The scene conveyed an indescribable intimacy, enough to make everyone else green with envy.

Moreover, Changxi's words shocked them even more.

Guidance?

These were the two exalted Taiyin Goddesses, supreme Primordial Divine Spirits.

Yet before Gu Changqing, they actually spoke of seeking guidance?

Clearly, in Xihe and Changxi's eyes, Gu Changqing was an existence even more unfathomable than they were.

For a time, everyone privately wondered just what had happened between Gu Changqing and the two women.

The hundreds of thousands of Jie Sect Disciples watched with eyes reddening in envy.

Even Tongtian raised an eyebrow in surprise.

But he said nothing, quietly watching how things unfolded.

Under Changxi's rather forceful efforts to wake him, Gu Changqing finally opened his eyes slowly.

"Mm... hic... Fellow Daoist Changxi?!"

"And Fellow Daoist Xihe? Hehe, have I come to the Taiyin Star?"

Gu Changqing looked at Xihe and Changxi in surprise, speaking groggily.

Everyone rolled their eyes at his words.

Just how much had this fellow drunk, to not even know where he was?

Xihe shook her head and chuckled as well.

"Fellow Daoist Changqing, you have not come to the Taiyin Star."

"Rather, we sisters have come to Golden Ao Island."

After a brief pause, Xihe dispensed with pleasantries and stated their purpose directly.

"We have come because of the heavenly marriage, hoping to seek a way out from you, Fellow Daoist Changqing!"

"Earlier, Saint Nuwa suddenly descended and told us that heaven's decree had manifested, ordering us sisters to marry Di Jun of the Demon Court..."

Xihe recounted everything in detail.

Beside her, Tongtian grew increasingly surprised.

The heavenly marriage?

They had actually come because of this?

But why were Xihe and Changxi seeking this supposed way out from Gu Changqing?

How could Gu Changqing discern such profound heavenly secrets?

It would have made more sense if they had come to consult Saint Tongtian.

Meanwhile, the Jie Sect Disciples listened with righteous indignation.

In their hearts, Xihe and Changxi were fairies untouched by mortal smoke and fire, pure as ice and flawless as jade.

Yet now, a saint was coercing them into marrying Di Jun?

And both women were to marry the same man?

Everyone bristled with anger, indignant on Xihe and Changxi's behalf.

Gu Changqing's expression, however, was rather intriguing.

As Xihe recounted the story, he turned a deaf ear and took out the Water-Fire Gourd.

Or perhaps it should now have been called his wine gourd.

Then he began pouring and drinking at his leisure, looking utterly content.

At last, Xihe finished recounting everything.

Changxi seized the moment to speak:

"Hmph, the Witch and Demon Clans are now fighting for supremacy, waging endless wars, their karmic burden towering to the heavens!"

"My sister and I have no desire to get involved with that Di Jun!"

"Never mind that the Witch and Demon Clans are evenly matched and the outcome remains uncertain. Even if the Demon Race wins, Di Jun is still just a freakish bird with three legs!"

"We will never marry him."

Changxi's words left everyone struggling to suppress their laughter.

The exalted Demon Clan Demon Emperor had actually been called a "freakish bird."

There was something of a child's uninhibited frankness in Changxi's words.

Yet Gu Changqing continued drinking without a word.

Seeing this, Xihe's heart sank, and she asked:

"Fellow Daoist Changqing, in your view, which is stronger, the Witch Clan or the Demon Race?"

"And when this measureless calamity ends, which side will survive?"

Xihe knew that although Gu Changqing seemed wild, unrestrained, and flippant on the surface,

in his heart, he saw things more clearly than many others.

If the Demon Race had any hope of victory, it certainly would not be good news.

In that case, Xihe and Changxi would have to worry not only about Saint Nuwa's pressure, but also guard against the Demon Court refusing to let the matter rest.

After all, the Demon Court wielded immense power, holding dominion over Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens.

Not only was it led by Di Jun and Tai Yi, who commanded solar true fire,

but beneath them stood the Ten Demon Saints, each possessing extraordinary strength.

And countless trillions of Demon Clan Beings.

Even if Nuwa refrained from personally attacking Xihe and Changxi out of regard for a saint's dignity,

an assault by the Demon Court alone would be enough to leave Xihe and Changxi uneasy.

This time, Gu Changqing finally responded to her question.

"What heavenly marriage? I don't understand any of that..."

"Haha, a three-foot sword through heaven and earth's dust, a poem through the years of rivers and lakes."

"The so-called Demon Race and Witch Clan will be nothing more than a few words in ancient texts after countless ages."

At these words, everyone first froze.

A three-foot sword through heaven and earth's dust, a poem through the years of rivers and lakes!

That single brief line revealed a spirit of supreme grandeur and soaring passion.

It sounded like the reflection of an unsurpassed deity gazing down upon all things between heaven and earth.

Everyone was awed and won over.

Then an uproar erupted.

The Demon Race and Witch Clan would ultimately become nothing more than a few words in ancient texts?

Did that not mean the Witch and Demon Clans would both perish completely, vanishing from the world?

This... was far too shocking.

Calling it a declaration that shattered stone and startled heaven would be no exaggeration.

For a moment, even Tongtian's expression changed dramatically.

He hurriedly acted to conceal the heavenly secrets of this place.

This troublesome disciple truly dared to say anything.