Primordial Era: I, Tongtian, will slay all enemies!

The gazes of Jieyin and Zhunti were like two sharp swords, piercing through the raging wind, staring intently at Nuwa, Laozi, and Di Xin. At this moment, Jieyin and Zhunti were already at their limit and had no way to make a move.

Zhunti felt as if an invisible hand was gripping his heart tightly, causing him to struggle violently within his chest.

He took a deep breath, the air swirling in his throat, trying to swallow his rage and make his voice sound calm as he shouted into the palace.

"Your Majesty, we request that you return the two disciples."

Di Xin leaned lazily against the seat made of black gold, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

With a cunning glint in his eyes, he clicked his tongue and said, "Oh ho, you two are supposed to be high and mighty saints, aren't you going to put up a fight? Are you just going to accept this peace negotiation so easily?"

His words were like sharp arrows, one after another, shooting at the pride that Jieyin and Zhunti held so dear, each word rubbing salt into their wounds.

Upon hearing Di Xin's words, Jieyin and Zhunti felt a surge of anger rise from the depths of their hearts. Their faces instantly turned ashen, and their eyes burned with fury.

In their long cultivation journey, when had they ever suffered such blatant humiliation?

Zhunti gritted his teeth, forcibly suppressing the rage in his heart that was almost consuming his reason.

"Your Majesty is too kind. Peace talks are naturally the best option. As long as Your Majesty can return Maitreya and Bhaisajyaguru, we are willing to pay some price."

His voice was somewhat hoarse, each word seemingly squeezed out with difficulty from between his teeth, carrying a deep sense of helplessness and resentment.

Upon hearing this, Di Xin threw his head back and let out an extremely arrogant laugh, which echoed wildly throughout the palace of the human king, filled with mockery and contempt for the two of them.

"Ahem, I won't take the magic treasures. After all, the Western Sect is too poor and can't afford any decent ones. Aren't I being very considerate?"

His words were like pouring hot oil on the already burning anger of Jieyin and Zhunti, making their faces even uglier and driving them to the brink of vomiting blood.

But at this moment, the situation was beyond their control, and they could only suppress their anger, grit their teeth, and nod with livid faces.

A hint of resentment flashed in Zhunti's eyes, but he quickly concealed it deep within them, forcing a smile. "The Human King is indeed merciful. What is your request? Please speak."

A glint of triumph flashed in Di Xin's eyes, like a cunning fox spotting its prey that had fallen into a trap.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and said slowly, "My request is simple. I only ask that the two fellow Daoists swear an oath to Heaven, guaranteeing that they will no longer make things difficult for Buddhism, and then those two can be returned."

His voice carried an undeniable authority, each word like a heavy weight pressing down on the tense situation.

"I can only promise you that I will not take action against Buddhism before the end of the Investiture of the Gods calamity. After that, it will be up to each of us to rely on our own abilities."

Upon hearing this, Di Xin pretended to be deep in thought, gently tapping the armrest of the throne with his hand in a slow and rhythmic manner.

He did not answer immediately, but simply looked at Jieyin and Zhunti quietly, his eyes revealing a profound and unfathomable meaning.

Inside the main hall of the Human King's Palace, Wudang suppressed Maitreya, and Kongxuan suppressed Bhaisajyaguru.

Duobao Daoist stood before the two, a sinister smile playing on his lips. That smile was like a poppy blooming silently in the darkness, compassionate yet utterly malevolent.

"You two are destined to be connected with Buddhism. In the future, you will be the future Buddha and the King of Lapis Lazuli Light Buddha of Buddhism. This is your destiny and your glory."

Maitreya and Bhaisajyaguru trembled with rage upon hearing Duobao's words. They both shouted in unison, "Duobao, you despicable scoundrel! We are disciples of the Western Paradise, how could we possibly join your Buddhism! Don't even dream about it! You will not succeed with such underhanded methods!"

As they spoke, they desperately tried to rush towards Duobao, but they were firmly suppressed by Kong Xuan and Wudang. Every struggle only made them more tired and desperate, like flies trapped in a spider web. The more they struggled, the tighter they were bound.

Duobao remained unmoved. He raised his hands, extended his fingers, and his fingertips shimmered with black light, a light that seemed to come from the deepest part of hell, exuding an ominous aura.

He then placed a mark on their foreheads, and as soon as the mark touched their foreheads, Maitreya and the Medicine Master felt a sharp pain in their brains.

Their eyes turned terrified and pained. Then, their eyes went blank, rolled back, and they lost consciousness completely. Their bodies went limp and fell down, like lifeless dolls.

A moment later, the two slowly woke up, but their eyes became empty and confused, like walking corpses whose souls had been taken away.

They bowed respectfully to Duobao and said in unison, "Greetings, Buddha."

Duobao nodded in satisfaction, his eyes filled with pride, everything was proceeding smoothly according to his plan.

Wudang looked at the changes in Maitreya and the Medicine Master, his heart filled with doubt and worry.

She frowned and looked at Duobao. "Senior brother, is this the power of a sage? It can actually change a person's mind. But won't this be thwarted by Jieyin and Zhunti?"

A hint of unease flickered in her eyes. After all, Jieyin and Zhunti were also saints, and she worried that the plan might fall apart at the last minute.

Duobao shook his head slightly, a confident smile on his face. "Of course not. This mark has been strengthened by my teacher. He said that this mark has been integrated with his Great Dao Laws. If your cultivation level is not above the ninth level of the Heavenly Dao Saint, you won't be able to detect it at all."

After hearing this, Wu Dang nodded, feeling somewhat relieved, but the worry in his eyes did not completely disappear.

Duobao led the Medicine Master and Maitreya out of the main hall of the Human King's Palace and headed towards the direction where Di Xin was.

Duobao walked up to Di Xin and said respectfully, "Your Majesty, this is acceptable. Your Majesty has already done enough for Buddhism."

When Jieyin and Zhunti saw Duobao bring out Maitreya and Yaoshi, they immediately made a vow to the Heavenly Dao.

"The oath has been sworn; please return me as your disciple!"

Upon hearing this, Duobao was first taken aback, then burst into a burst of wild laughter.

Zhunti roared impatiently, "You insolent fool, what are you laughing at! We have made a heavenly oath, are you going to break your promise?!"

Duobao stopped laughing and said, "It was my presumption. Maitreya, Medicine Master, go quickly."

After speaking, Maitreya and Bhaisajyaguru stepped forward and bowed deeply to Cundi and Amitabha.

"Please forgive us, sages, but we have entered the Buddhist order and vow to save all evil in the world!" Their voices were flat and cold, like a cold machine executing a program.

Upon hearing this, Jieyin and Zhunti stared in disbelief, their eyes wide with shock and anger.

The guide, his voice trembling, said, "What are you two saying? Are you going to betray the faith?"

He couldn't believe that his disciple, whom he had trained for so long, would say such a thing. A sharp pain shot through his heart, as if he had been pierced by a thousand arrows.

Maitreya remained expressionless and said, "You flatter us, sage. As Buddha Duobao said, we two are destined to be connected with Buddhism. Please leave quickly, sages."

His words were like cold, sharp blades, piercing the hearts of Jieyin and Zhunti. Every word was like salt rubbed into their wounds, making their pain even more intense.

Zhunti trembled with rage, roaring, "It must be you, Duobao, who did something! Otherwise, why would they do this?!"

As he spoke, he was about to attack Maitreya when his saintly aura erupted instantly, and that powerful force swept outwards.

The surrounding space began to distort violently, unable to withstand the force, and emitted mournful cries.

Dark clouds filled the sky, with lightning flashing and thunder roaring. The lightning bolts moved like dragons through the clouds, seemingly mourning the impending conflict.

Just then, a burst of phoenix fire flashed by, and the Divine Phoenix of Fortune spread its wings and flew over.

The Divine Phoenix of Fortune and Duobao joined forces to stop Zhunti.

"How dare you! This is the Palace of the Human King! Moreover, both of them have stated that they wish to become the Lapis Lazuli Buddha and the Future Buddha of my Buddhism, and are unwilling to join the Western Religion!"

Zhunti glared angrily, "Duobao, don't try to deny it! If you don't hand over Maitreya and Bhaisajyaguru today, don't blame me for disregarding this human palace!"