Primordial Era: A Counterattack Against Hongjun Daozu at the Start

To Zhou Yi's slight surprise, these two have now broken through the quasi-saint level.

It should be known that the spiritual veins of the Western land are depleted and rare natural treasures are scarce. Even with the painstaking cultivation of the two saints, Jieyin and Zhunti, the innate qualities of their disciples are ultimately unsatisfactory.

These two before us must have exhausted countless efforts of saints to barely qualify as quasi-saints.

Compared to giants like the Styx Ancestor who possess the origin of the Blood Sea, or innate beings like the Demon Master Roc, the difference in foundation between Maitreya and the Medicine Master is like heaven and earth, even though they are both quasi-saints.

Zhou Yi secretly thought that if a fight really broke out, he alone would be enough to suppress his opponent. However, the Western religion was suffering from a decline in talent, and apart from the direct disciples of the sages, this was already the strongest fighting force they could muster.

"I'm afraid you two fellow Daoists will leave empty-handed," Zhou Yi said with his hands behind his back, his voice filled with certainty.

A month ago, he fought two against one in the human territory, forcing Styx and Roc to retreat in defeat. Now, he is in the wilderness without any scruples, and even if the two Western Saints came in person, they might not be able to stop him.

Maitreya still wore his signature smile: "Fellow Daoist, to reach the pinnacle with a human body is indeed rare throughout history. However..."

Before the words were finished, a golden-patterned Zen staff suddenly appeared in his palm, and amidst the resounding chants, Buddhist light shone everywhere.

The pharmacist tacitly revealed seven sections of green bamboo. The bamboo sections struck each other, producing a clear and melodious sound that stirred up the spiritual energy within a hundred miles.

"Bless the divine pestle, purify the six senses like bamboo." Zhou Yi's pupils contracted slightly.

These two treasures are extraordinary; they are the magical artifacts used by the Sage Zhunti to attain enlightenment, and now they are being given to his disciples to use.

As the bamboo staffs rang in unison, the faint sounds of the Daoist aura of the sages emanated from the heavens above. Clearly, although the two sages had not arrived in person, they had already entrusted part of their power to the magical artifact.

The power of these primordial treasures far surpasses human imagination. The two sacred artifacts that have appeared in the world at this moment are enough to make ordinary quasi-saints pale in comparison.

That gilded vajra is a sacred object of the Western Sect, with Sanskrit inscriptions on its body engraved with the laws of heaven. Not to mention that even a Great Luo Golden Immortal would crumble upon contact with it, even a Quasi-Saint would need to expend a thousand years of cultivation to withstand even the slightest bit of it.

When the Investiture of the Gods began, the Taoist Zhunti used this item to subdue the five-colored peacock, causing it to reveal its true form and willingly become his mount.

Even more astonishing is that when the four saints joined forces in front of the Immortal Slaughtering Formation, this pestle was able to knock down the Kui Niu, the mount of the Tongtian Sect Leader. Although it was done in the chaos, it also demonstrated its power to break through saints.

The other six-sense bamboo staff has an even more astonishing origin. It was originally a primordial bitter bamboo from the beginning of chaos, which was refined by a sage and formed its own laws.

Anyone who possesses this treasure will lose all five senses and their consciousness will fall into the endless void. Even if they have the ability to move mountains and fill seas, they will be like a blind person walking at night.

With the blessing of these two treasures, Maitreya and Bhaisajyaguru radiated a divine light, their aura subtly surpassing that of the demon master who once roamed the Northern Sea.

When the Lord of the Blood Sea, the Styx Ancestor, appeared with the Yuan Tu Abi, the true nature of this deadly scheme was finally revealed.

Three peerless experts at the peak of Quasi-Saint level, coupled with two innate spiritual treasures, make this a formidable force, arguably the most powerful and decisive attack under the Heavenly Dao. Since their previous setback, the Demon Master and Styx have been meticulously planning their next move, showing absolutely no mercy.

Sensing the anomaly in heaven and earth, the Ancestral Witch Yu Qiang arrived, her ten-thousand-foot-tall true form shattering the void. Seeing the overwhelming pressure of the three Quasi-Saints, she angrily shouted, "Since you dare to bully my Witch Clan's distinguished guests, behold the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation..."

"Wait!" Zhou Yi raised his hand to stop Yu Qiang's spell. "Quickly lead your people to guard the Six Paths of Reincarnation. The karma here is not for you to concern yourselves with."

His gaze swept across the sky, seemingly piercing through the thirty-three heavens beyond.

Since the Demon Master and his group dared to show themselves, they must have already prepared methods to target the Ancestral Witches. Rather than dragging the Witch Clan into the carnage, it's better to settle this matter alone.

The ancestral witches are thousands of miles away, and even if they rush here at full speed, it will take them several days.

Zhou Yi secretly calculated that by the time reinforcements arrived, the battle would already be over, and all this effort would be in vain.

Rather than that, it would be better to let Yu Qiang guard the Six Paths of Reincarnation. After all, the Demon Master Roc and the Western Sect are secretly at odds. If this pivotal point of heaven and earth is damaged, even if we win this battle, it will be of no use.

Yu Qiang's knuckles turned white as she gripped the bone staff tightly. How could she, a quasi-saint, not see the perilous situation? The two Venerables under Jieyin and Zhunti arrived with great treasures, and Styx, the Lord of the Blood Sea, was also eyeing them covetously.

Even if she stayed behind to help, it would be a drop in the ocean, but the pride of the witch warrior made her hesitate to move, thinking of leaving her comrades behind to guard the Netherworld alone.

After three days and three nights of negotiation, Zhou Yi finally persuaded Yu Qiang with the principle that "the survival of the Wu tribe is more important than the life and death of an individual."

As the ghostly army disappeared into the vortex of the Yellow Springs, Styx's lips curled into a cold smile.

He was eager for this hot potato to leave on its own. If it really hurt the ancestral witch of the witch clan, the wrath of the twelve demon gods born from Pangu's blood essence would evaporate by 30% even if the sea of ​​blood never dried up.

The moment the Netherworld Barrier closed, the pressure from the three Quasi-Saints was as overwhelming as Mount Tai. Beneath the Styx River, the karmic lotus of karmic fire spewed raging flames, and the crimson robes fluttered without wind: "You mere human have managed to force me to join forces with a Saint's disciple; you can rest in peace now."

Amidst the churning sea of ​​blood, he still vividly remembered the astonishing sword intent from their last encounter, which nearly severed the Yuan Tu A Bi twin swords.

Suddenly, a Buddhist chant rang out from the Western camp, and the golden threads on Maitreya's robe trembled with laughter: "Does the benefactor know that Buddhism values ​​opportunity above all else? If you wish to take refuge in the Pure Land, you can still attain Buddhahood on the spot right now."

The fat Venerable One squinted at the treasure in Zhou Yi's hand, which was swirling with purple energy, and quietly opened the human seed bag in his hand a crack.

"Oh? I wonder what rank you wish to bestow upon me?" Zhou Yi lightly flicked the spine of the Xuanyuan Sword, and the sword's cry resounded like a dragon's roar throughout the nine netherworlds.

He glanced at the greedy look on Styx's face and thought to himself that this demon must have seen the opportunity to become a saint contained in the Primordial Purple Qi, but little did he know that the wisp of purple qi had long since merged with the Kongtong Seal.

The Styx Master frowned, his gaze sweeping over Maitreya like a blade, the Karmic Fire Lotus in his hand igniting without wind. According to the plan devised in the Blood Sea meeting three days ago, this should have been the opportune moment to directly seize the Primordial Purple Qi, but unexpectedly, the Western Sect suddenly created a complication.

Maitreya clasped his hands together, smiling without saying a word, with the golden wheel behind him displaying the phantom images of eight hundred Arhats.

He was well aware of Styx's thoughts, but the guiding saint had already given a decree.

If he could win over the ruler of humanity, not only would the merits of the six realms of reincarnation be easily attained, but he would also grasp the key to the great rise of the Heavenly Dao. Thinking of this, the golden cymbal in his hand secretly gathered the light of salvation.

Suddenly, a cold laugh, like metal clashing against stone, rang out in the arena.

The black bird emblem on Zhou Yi's battle armor suddenly lit up, and the phantom of the Nine Cauldrons formed a mountain and river array behind him:

"Does the Western religion intend to emulate Nuwa in creating humans? Do you know what our human ancestors said to the witch and demon races at the foot of Mount Buzhou?"

Before the words were finished, the faint Taoist rhythm of the Taiji diagram turning could be heard from the direction of Shouyang Mountain, and purple qi from beyond the Trayastrimsa Heaven came from the east for 30,000 miles.

The Styx Lord's eyes flashed with blood-red light, and the Abyssal Demon Swords intertwined to form a scarlet net.

As the twelve-grade Karmic Fire Red Lotus bloomed, the overwhelming killing intent of the Blood Sea solidified into a tangible form, turning the clear sky into a hellish inferno.

The Seven Killings Formation left behind during their last encounter is now stirring beneath Zhou Yi's feet.

"Five Heavenly Emperors, appear!" Zhou Yi stepped on the Yin-Yang fish, and the magnificent landscape painting burst forth from his Niwan Palace.