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The sky over Mount Sumeru changes in an instant.

Just moments ago, the scene of a sage attaining enlightenment was radiant with golden light and auspicious energy, but in the blink of an eye, it was covered by a thick, suffocating, earthy-yellow light.

Zhunti held the Seven Treasures Tree in his hand, and his face, which had just been smug, was now taut.

He doesn't believe it anymore.

We are all saints. You are a saint of the earthly way, and I am a saint of the heavenly way. Why should I be afraid of you?

"Pingxin! You forced me to do this!"

Zhunti roared, unleashing his full saintly aura, and the feeling of trampling heaven and earth under his feet returned. He raised the Seven Treasures Tree and swept it towards Houtu.

The seven-colored divine light, like a rainbow waterfall, crashed down on Houtu with the force to shatter the entire Sumeru Mountain region.

Lin Xuan, hiding behind Hou Tu, peeked out and muttered, "Sister, be careful. That tree branch that old bald monk is holding is something else. Don't get our clothes dirty."

Houtu didn't even turn her head, she just gave a soft hum.

"Fancy and overly complicated."

She didn't use any magic weapon; she simply raised one hand slowly, palm down, and made a pressing motion towards the sky full of colorful divine light.

"Tunnel, suppression."

Simple, direct, even a bit perfunctory.

But the instant her palm fell, the gravity of the entire Mount Sumeru seemed to increase a billionfold.

"boom!"

The seemingly powerful seven-colored divine light was slammed to the ground by the terrifying gravity before it even touched Houtu's clothes, shattering into pieces and dissipating into starlight.

Zhunti felt a sudden weight on his shoulders, as if he were carrying ten thousand ancient divine mountains on his back.

"Snap!"

The golden lotus throne beneath his feet instantly cracked in several places.

"How is that possible?!"

Zhunti's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

They are both saints, so how could there be such a big difference between them?

Little did he know that he barely became a saint by making grand vows and overdrawing his future merits; he was essentially a "loaned saint."

And what about Hou Tu? She is a true Primordial Golden Immortal who has transformed into a being to complete the Earthly Dao. Moreover, this is the Earth, and as long as she stands on the ground, her power is inexhaustible.

"Kneel down."

Houtu uttered two words in a low voice.

The sound wasn't loud, but to Zhunti's ears, it sounded like a thunderclap.

The gravitational force surged again.

Zhunti gritted his teeth, his face turning a deep purplish-red, and his kneecaps made a cracking sound as if they were about to burst under the strain.

"I will not kneel! I am a saint! A saint cannot be insulted!"

Zhunti is still stubbornly holding on. If he kneels down, how will he survive in the prehistoric world? How will the Western Sect recruit people?

Just as the stalemate was at hand, a loud, arrogant laugh suddenly came from the horizon.

"Hahaha! It's so lively here! I'll join in the fun!"

A streak of azure sword light tore through the sky and instantly reached the summit of Mount Sumeru.

The Tongtian Sect Leader, carrying the Qingping Sword and riding the Kui Ox, had an expression that said, "I'm here to mediate," but his eyes were full of excitement, as if he didn't want the show to get any bigger.

"Oh dear, isn't this Fellow Daoist Zhunti? Why are you practicing squats right after becoming a saint?"

Tongtian shouted loudly on purpose.

Zhunti was so angry he almost spat out a mouthful of blood: "Tongtian! Stop spouting nonsense! Pingxin is going too far! Now that you're here, aren't you going to help me? We're both disciples of Hongjun!"

"Help you? That makes sense!"

Tongtian stroked his chin and nodded seriously, "We're all from the same sect, it's really not good to watch you get beaten up."

After saying that, he drew his Qingping sword.

"I'll help you break through this pressure right away!"

Tongtian flicked his wrist, and an extremely sharp sword aura roared out.

But this sword energy... it doesn't seem to be aimed at the gravity field at all; instead, it's heading straight for Zhunti's forehead.

Zhunti was fully focused on resisting Houtu's gravity, so how could he possibly be distracted by blocking this sword strike?

"Tongtian! Are you blind?! Where are you aiming your sword?!"

Zhunti was so frightened that he almost jumped out of his skin and desperately turned his head to the side.

"Pfft!"

The sword energy grazed his scalp, shaving off all the few strands of hair that had just grown back, and also cutting off half of his ear.

"Oops! My hand slipped! My hand slipped!"

Tongtian innocently sheathed his sword. "I've just become a saint, and my power control isn't quite there yet. Fellow Daoist Zhunti, are you alright? Shall I try another strike?"

"You...you all..."

Zhunti was so angry that he was on the verge of a breakdown, and the pressure from Houtu suddenly increased.

"Bang!"

He could hold on any longer; his knees buckled, and he collapsed heavily to his knees.

This kneeling caused two large craters to be punched into the top of Mount Sumeru.

The newly formed golden body of a saint, due to this kneeling and the surge of blood and qi, cracked with a "crack," like a broken and reassembled porcelain doll.

The entire room fell silent.

Only Lin Xuan's irritating voice rang out.

"Oh my, Brother Tongtian, you did a brilliant stroke! It was a stroke of genius! Now that Saint Zhunti has given us such a grand salute, I'm almost embarrassed."

Lin Xuan stepped out from behind Houtu and looked at Zhunti kneeling on the ground with a grin.

"So? Can we talk about repaying the money now?"

Zhunti knelt on the ground, blood streaming from his ears, his golden body cracked, his heart filled with hatred.

This is hardly a saint! This is more like a punching bag being beaten in a mixed doubles brawl!

Jieyin, who hadn't dared to make a move until now, finally couldn't stand it any longer.

He knew that this was the inevitable outcome.

If he doesn't back down, Zhunti's newly acquired holy position might really be lost.

With a pained expression, Jieyin stepped forward and bowed deeply to Houtu and Tongtian.

"Your Majesty, Senior Brother Tongtian, please show mercy!"

The voice of the guide was tinged with despair.

"We accept this debt."