Primordial Era: A Counterattack Against Hongjun Daozu at the Start

Just as the demonic claws were about to tear apart the souls of the underworld officials, ten burly figures enveloped in the deathly aura of the netherworld arrived through the air. The Ten Kings of Hell wielded their black iron judge's pens, and under the radiant light of the Mirror of Karma, the scales of the demon race peeled off piece by piece.

"How could so many Wu Clan warriors suddenly appear out of nowhere?" The prayer beads in Ksitigarbha's hand suddenly snapped, and for the first time, cracks appeared on his face, which was shrouded in Buddhist light. He had clearly used his divine eye to explore the area within a thousand miles, but he could not see through the chaotic mist that shrouded the Wu Clan.

This is precisely the Heaven-Deceiving Array Pattern laid out by Zhou Yi, originating from the secret techniques passed down by the ancient demon master, the Roc. Even a peak Grand Luo Golden Immortal would find it difficult to detect the elite Wu Clan forces lurking within if they did not have the opportunity to glimpse the secrets of heaven.

As the demon generals in the bloody battle gradually exhausted themselves, they were shocked to discover that their opponents' fighting skills were even more exquisite than those of the prehistoric era.

The Broken Horn Demon King clutched his bleeding arm, and in a daze, he seemed to see again the group of witch war gods who had used their physical bodies to withstand the Taiyi Bell at the foot of Buzhou Mountain.

The Western Christians on the edge of the battlefield were now caught in a dilemma. Their vajra hovered in mid-air, hesitant to drop it. If they rashly intervened in the long-standing feud between the witches and demons, they might incur the wrath of both races. But if they remained on the sidelines, their entire plan would be in vain.

The Netherworld Blood Sea is churning with undercurrents, and the battle between the demon race and the witch race is affecting all forces.

When the Ancestral Witch Yuqiang led his forces from the underworld out of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, the situation on the battlefield suddenly shifted.

The Western followers stared intently at the blood-red sky, while the robes of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva fluttered in the eerie wind.

If the demon race gains the upper hand, they will naturally be happy to remain on the sidelines. After all, if their arch-enemy, the witch race, were to be destroyed, it would at least quell the resentment that the Western Sect has been holding onto for many years.

But now the Wu Clan's battle flag is invincible. Even though the Demon Clan has a deep foundation, it will probably be difficult to escape defeat if things continue like this.

Ksitigarbha's knuckles were clenched so tightly they turned white, and the carefully planned balance was on the verge of collapse.

"No one is allowed to interfere in the battle!" Ksitigarbha shouted sternly, and the prayer beads in his palm suddenly emitted a ghostly light.

He knew better than anyone that if he acted rashly at this moment, the primordial world would be thrown into chaos.

The delicate balance painstakingly maintained by the sages must not be destroyed in the aftermath of the conflict between the lich and the demon. After all, with the great calamity imminent, even if Taiyi offered up the Chaos Bell, how could the two sages, Jieyin and Zhunti, dare to be tainted by such overwhelming karma?

The sea of ​​blood suddenly boiled and surged, and thousands of Asuras broke through the waves.

The Lord of the Styx arrived in mid-air, riding on a crimson lotus of karmic fire, his scarlet robe billowing with murderous aura.

"How could the Lord of the Netherworld Blood Sea be absent from this grand drama?" The quasi-saint's cold laughter pierced the battlefield, causing Zhou Yi to raise an eyebrow. Memories of the battle in the human territory years ago flooded his mind; he should have expected that this long-dormant neighbor would make a move.

The Six Paths of Reincarnation have been rooted in the Blood Sea for thousands of years, so how could the Styx River be willing to stand idly by? Zhou Yi glanced at the various forces that had suddenly appeared, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

Amidst the war drums of the Witch Clan and the horns of the Demon Clan, he clearly saw shadowy figures floating in the undercurrents; some beings that had been dormant for many years could no longer restrain themselves from stirring up trouble.

A long sigh echoed from the chaotic clouds. Zhou Yi's fingertips brushed against the bronze mirror hanging at his waist, and his gaze pierced through the darkness towards the battlefield.

"Western followers, remnants of the Demon Court, Blood Sea Asuras... they've all arrived."

A faint smile appeared on his lips, and ripples of primordial yellow light spread beneath his feet. The swirling winds of the Six Paths of Reincarnation howled and receded into the distance behind him.

Before the battle formation of the Witch Clan, the Ancestral Witch Yuqiang was surrounded by ice crystal bone spikes, with the twelve Ancestral Witch totems faintly visible behind him.

Just as they were about to completely annihilate the retreating demon army, a blood-red wave suddenly surged from the earth's veins, and thousands of Asura warriors formed an iron wall that stood in front of the formation.

"Old man Styx, you dare to bring the bloody winds of the underworld here?" Yu Qiang's forehead frost pattern suddenly brightened, and the Yu Qiang Bone Spear in his hand burst forth with a bone-chilling light.

Opposite, where blood clouds surged, four phantom images of innate killing swords floated around the Styx Master, causing the primordial energy of heaven and earth to tremble endlessly.

"Hahaha!" The Styx Blood Robe billowed without wind, its crimson pupils reflecting the smoke of battle: "Fellow Daoist Yu Qiang is still so impatient. I've only come to collect some blood to nourish Yuan Tu Abi, why such a tense standoff?"

As they spoke, wisps of blood energy seeped from the Asura Formation, transforming the dying demon soldiers into blood puppets.

Zhou Yi, observing from the shadows, twitched his brow slightly, his fingertips forming the Eight Trigrams of the Primordial Chaos. Suddenly, he smiled at the void and said, "Since the three of you have broken through the boundary between Yin and Yang, why not show yourselves and discuss the Dao?"

Before the words were finished, a hymn of Brahma suddenly arose in the western sky, and three golden wheels of merit pierced through the dark fog.

At this moment, a strange change occurred in the Asura Formation. The demon general who was supposed to be refined suddenly had a swastika Buddhist seal light up between his eyebrows, and all the blood energy around his body turned into gilded Buddhist light.

The Lord of the Styx changed color abruptly, and the four killing swords trembled, emitting a mournful sword cry.

The atmosphere of heaven and earth suddenly froze, and the figure of the Styx Lord appeared from the blood-red mist. His eyes, as deep as abyss, stared at Zhou Yi, dark red murderous aura flowing from his fingertips: "Human Lord, it's been a long time."

Golden light from the west pierced through the clouds and arrived. Ksitigarbha, holding a lotus, manifested his Dharma form, and his voice, like a resounding bell, shook the four directions: "To see your true face, I have laid out thirty-three layers of illusions."

Upon hearing this, the battlefield of the Lich Kings lost its color, and the eyes of countless beings were focused on the Six Paths of Reincarnation Platform.

Zhou Yi lightly fluttered his sleeves, and the illusory image of the Wheel of Reincarnation swirled behind him: "Using the guise of salvation to carry out a hunt, what a clever scheme to deceive others." His brows remained expressionless, as if he were commenting on someone else's story.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's body radiated twelve Buddhist wheels, and he smiled as he pointed his finger: "If it weren't for this, how could the Samsara Restriction be broken? Who could have imagined that behind the Witch Clan's battle flag was the handiwork of the Human Race's supreme ruler?" Before he finished speaking, the Karmic Fire Red Lotus had already formed array patterns beneath his feet.

The Lord of the Styx drew his Blood Sea Twin Swords with a clang, the sound of the swords stirring up a thousand waves: "The battle that was not finished in the past will be decided today."

Before the words were finished, a colossal shadow suddenly appeared in the sky, its demonic aura carrying boundless hatred as it poured down.

"Heh heh! Zhou Yi, you brat, the grudge against this broken body is not yet settled!" The phantom of the demon master, the Roc, churned in the clouds, each black feather imbued with curses.

Zhou Yi laughed heartily, and the Mountain and River Map unfolded from his sleeve: "Even a stray dog ​​dares to bark at the sun? It seems the lesson of my physical body being destroyed last time was not enough to be remembered!" As he spoke, the phantom image of the Nine Cauldrons suppressed the energy in all directions.

The roc roared, shattering the clouds that stretched for miles: "What does it matter if I burn my very soul just to take your head!"

The black sun formed from his demon core hung in the sky, echoing the blood sea array patterns of the Styx River.

Zhou Yi stood on the void, his gaze sweeping over the strongest beings in the Three Realms: "Blood Sea Supreme, Western Heaven Saint, Northern Underworld Remnant Soul..."

He suddenly turned to the two hazy figures in the golden light: "May I ask how these two fellow Daoists are addressed?"

At this moment, two golden lotuses appeared in the clouds above the nine heavens, and the sound of chanting accompanied by the pressure of a quasi-saint spread out in layers.

Ksitigarbha clasped his hands and lowered his brows: "These are Mahasthamaprapta and Bhaisajyaguru Buddha, who have come to witness the cycle of cause and effect."

The Western Maitreya has come to greet this fellow Daoist!

The Western Medicine Master greets you, fellow Daoist!

The two cultivators, both at the Quasi-Saint level, readily introduced themselves. Those who have reached this level of cultivation have no need to conceal their identities.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yi understood immediately. These two individuals held prominent positions in later Buddhist circles, having both founded their own schools of thought.