Primordial Era: With unparalleled comprehension, I created three thousand demon realms.

Chapter 93 The ultimate state of man is immortality, the ultimate state of immortality is sainthood, and the ultimate state of sainthood is the Dao.

After figuring this out, Lao Tzu disappeared into the chaos and returned to his Kunlun Daoist temple.

Tongtian and Yuanshi, the two Western sages, stopped fighting as they watched Laozi leave.

Then he left the chaos.

They were also aware of the gap in combat strength between themselves and Yuan Meng and others.

This requires the passage of time and the tempering of years.

The difference between them is not in their level of understanding, but in their combat strength.

It's important to understand that their path to sainthood largely involved taking shortcuts, and this isn't just idle talk.

Whether it's Yuan Meng, Zu Long, Yuan Huang, or Shi Qilin, they all relied on countless ages and their own accumulated strength to reach the level of Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian.

But what about the Three Pure Ones and the Two Sages of the West?

They achieved sainthood by relying on the Primordial Purple Qi and entrusting their primordial spirit to the Heavenly Dao. This method is a shortcut, and their combat power is far inferior to that of Yuan Meng and others.

However, to be fair, even if Laozi and the others took a shortcut to become saints, they still possessed at least the combat strength of a saint.

The realm of a sage is divided into nine heavens.

Among the Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, and the two Western Saints, even Laozi, the strongest of the Three Pure Ones, only reached the second level of sainthood.

The others are mostly at the early to late stages of the first level of Sainthood, with the weakest being Zhunti, who is roughly at the early stage of the first level of Sainthood.

The strongest is Laozi, the early stage of the second level of sainthood.

As for Yuanshi Tongtian Jieyin, they were only at the mid-stage of the first level of the Sage realm.

Nuwa was a late-stage Saint Realm cultivator.

Yuan Meng is only at the late stage of the fifth level of Sainthood, while Zu Long Yuan Huang Shi Qilin is only at the mid stage of the third level of Sainthood.

Yuan Meng achieved Hunyuan earlier than Hongjun, so he naturally went further.

However, don't think that the Three Pure Ones and others are weak. In fact, they were able to enter the realm of saints, whether by approaching it or by other means.

Once you reach the level of a sage, everyone below that level is just an ant; this is the most basic principle.

There is no such thing as defying the saints; no one can do it.

Even before Yuan Meng became a saint, when he encountered an ambush from the future in the chaos, that remnant soul of the Primordial Chaos Realm survived only by exhausting the power of that remnant soul over millions of years.

This is the true sage. In the end, there are two completely different realms between sages and those below the level of sages.

It's like this: the ultimate human being is an immortal, the ultimate immortal is a saint, and the ultimate saint is the Dao.

Simply put, any world in the myriad realms can be broadly categorized into these three stages: the first is the stage before becoming an immortal, the second is the stage before becoming a saint, and the third is the stage before attaining enlightenment.

A sage is someone who has attained enlightenment.

This realm is like the gap between immortals and mortals; no matter how amazing you are, the gap between immortals and mortals is an insurmountable chasm.

Don't say that the phenomenon of defying immortals has always existed, but there is a problem: those who defy immortals already possess the combat power of immortals.

They are no different from immortals.

Let’s go a little further and come back to the present.

The primordial blood sea has now opened up the Six Paths of Reincarnation. Houtu, now known as Pingxin, directly arranged for the elite of the Wu tribe to enter it.

The two Western Saints looked at Pingxin and said, "Please do me a favor, Fellow Daoist Pingxin."

Zhunti and Jieyin wore bitter expressions. Originally, they had no right to come and seek out Pingxin after losing the Chaos War, but they still came for the sake of Ksitigarbha's path.

Pingxin looked at Ksitigarbha beside him.

In the fleeting light of his gaze, he saw the future of Ksitigarbha.

“However, he cannot interfere in matters of the underworld, nor can he inquire about them,” Pingxin said slowly.

Allowing Ksitigarbha to reside in the underworld is already the biggest concession Pingxin has made.

“Good.” Zhunti and Jieyin nodded.

"I humbly borrow from Ksitigarbha, and thank you, Lady Pingxin, for your compassion." Ksitigarbha wore a serene smile, and boundless Buddhist light emanated from his body. He was a Heavenly Dao Golden Immortal.

Ksitigarbha then directly entered the eighteen levels of hell in the underworld.

"I am Ksitigarbha, and today I make a great vow: I will not become a Buddha until hell is emptied!!!" Ksitigarbha's voice resounded between heaven and earth.

The heavens trembled with thunder.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva directly entered the eighteenth level of hell in the underworld. From then on, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva will continue to chant scriptures here until there are no more evil spirits in hell before he can become a Buddha.

Then the two Western Saints also left.

Pingxin watched the two Western Saints leave, then glanced in the direction of the Witch Clan before returning to the Underworld.

The Yama Kings of the Temple are all transformed from the great shamans of the Witch Clan. In essence, they are still the great shamans of the Witch Clan, only now they have an additional title.

Each one of them is a being at the Great Dao Grand Luo realm.

On the witch clan's side.

The eleven ancestors fell silent; Houtu's transformation into a peaceful state of mind was something they hadn't anticipated.

His eyes held a complex expression, but also a hint of surprise.

Although Houtu transformed into Pingxin, she also achieved a different kind of Hunyuan, which provided a guarantee for the Wu tribe. Although Houtu, as the Lord of the Earth, had a certain status and could not be entirely biased towards the Wu tribe, it was still acceptable for her to be a little biased.

This was also the complex and surprised look in the eyes of the eleven Ancestral Witches.

However, this will lead to the Lich War 100,000 years later.

That would be troublesome for the Wu tribe. Without Houtu, they would be missing an ancestral witch and would be unable to form the Dutian Shensha Grand Formation, which would not be a good thing for them.

Facing the Zhou Tian Xing Chen Grand Array of the Wu Clan would be too troublesome.

"What are you afraid of, brother? The Venerable One just told us to fight without restraint," Zhu Rong said nonchalantly.

The other Ancestral Witches' eyes lit up. That's right, since they wouldn't die anyway, they might as well go all out and fight to their hearts' content.

Most importantly, the elite high priests of the Wu clan have all been sent to the underworld.

Some became staff members of the underworld, while others lived in the small world within the underworld, without any worries whatsoever.

Time passes slowly.

Monster here.

Di Jun and Taiyi had a hint of malice in their eyes. The news that Houtu had transformed into Pingxin and become the Lord of the Earth was not good news for them.

Although Houtu no longer belongs to the witch clan, it is clear to everyone that Houtu still leans towards the witch clan.

"Heavenly Emperor, we have absolutely no need to worry about Pingxin," Kunpeng said slowly.

"Oh? Demon Master, tell me why?" Di Jun asked Kunpeng with a strange look in his eyes.

"Houtu has transformed into Pingxin and is no longer the ancestral witch of the Wu tribe. If he were to take action, the other sages would not simply stand by and watch," Kunpeng said slowly.

“Now is the time for the Lich and the Demons to fight over the Frost Clan, and they don’t want to see the Lich Clan grow stronger,” Kunpeng said in a deep voice.

"And ultimately, this great battle is in our favor. Without Houtu, the ancestral witch, the witch clan cannot form the Great Array of Heavenly Gods and Demons, and cannot compete with our Great Array of Heavenly Stars." Kunpeng said with a glint in his eyes.

Hearing Kunpeng's words, Di Jun finally came to his senses.

Indeed, it is possible, as Kunpeng said. It can only be said that those involved are often blinded by their own perspectives, and Dijun has not fully grasped the situation.

“What the Demon Master said is indeed true.” Di Jun’s eyes gleamed. Without the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation, the Witch Clan would not be able to withstand the Demon Clan’s attack.

However, there is still one problem, which is the physical condition of the Wu tribe.

Only Emperor Jun, Taiyi, and others knew just how powerful the Ancestral Witches' physiques were.

"Does the Demon Master have a way to break through the Ancestral Witch's physique?" Di Jun asked Kun'e.

With a glint of light in his eyes, Kunpeng took out a soul-summoning banner.

Di Jun looked at the banner summoning souls, where countless wronged spirits were surging.

(End of this chapter)