Primordial Era: A Counterattack Against Hongjun Daozu at the Start

Just as the phantoms of the Azure Dragon in the East and the White Tiger in the West appeared, the sounds of morning bells and evening drums suddenly resounded throughout the world. The ancient bronze bell floating above his head vibrated with a Daoist sound that seemed to open the heavens and create the earth, actually freezing the karmic fire lotus that was attacking him in mid-air.

Seeing this, Maitreya hurriedly summoned the Human Seed Bag, only to see the Taiyin Star rise from Zhou Yi's left eye and the Sun Essence Fire fall from his right eye. The moment the Chaos Green Lotus bloomed from the spiritual platform, the entire battlefield suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

The Lord of the Styx was shocked to find that the two swords in his hands were trembling uncontrollably. The swords that had accompanied him in slaying three thousand mortals were now fearing the pressure of the Human Emperor.

Wherever Zhou Yi's fist struck, the torrent of laws in the void exploded with a deafening roar, a nine-colored pillar of light pierced through the sky, and the phantom of the Chaos Cauldron appeared and disappeared amidst the turbulent energy flow.

The Abi and Yuantu swords, wrapped in the Netherworld Blood Sea, surged backward, but trembled violently three zhang away from him, bouncing back into the Styx Master's palm as if they had hit an invisible barrier.

The two venerable ones from the Western Sect launched their attacks almost simultaneously. The Great Physician Buddha's eight-treasure lapis lazuli vajra burst forth with seven-colored Brahma light, while Maitreya's pure bamboo staff drew out three thousand realms of emptiness. Zhou Yi's eyebrows twitched slightly.

The Taiyi Bell above their heads suddenly rang out, and countless rays of celestial light condensed into a celestial chasm, forcefully cutting off the trajectory of the two sacred artifacts.

clang!

The clang of metal reverberated throughout the eight directions, and the ancient bronze bell flew back to Zhou Yi's side, its surface bearing inscriptions that flickered in and out of existence.

However, the expressions of the two Western masters changed, and the Bodhi seed on the fingertip of the Great Physician Buddha quietly shattered: "Is there actually a human in this world who can directly confront a saint's magical artifact?"

"A hundred years ago, he was on par with Taiyi, and we assumed he was merely borrowing the power of the Taiji Diagram." Maitreya's robe fluttered without wind, and cold sweat soaked his smiling face. "Now it seems..."

The Styx Lord's blood-red robes billowed, and the Twelve-Petaled Karmic Fire Lotus bloomed beneath his feet: "This fiend's body is nearly immortal. I once severed its heart meridian with the Yuan Tu Sword, yet its flesh and blood regenerated as before."

The Great Physician Buddha's hand seal suddenly changed, and the phantom of the Sage appeared on the surface of the glass pestle: "In that case, please let the Sage's Daoist aura suppress it!" Before he finished speaking, the two magical artifacts suddenly emitted chaotic energy, and the vast pressure annihilated all the clouds for thousands of miles.

Zhou Yi's pupils contracted slightly, and golden flames of humanistic energy rose around him: "You actually sealed the power of a sage within a weapon? I underestimated you."

He formed an ancient battle seal with one hand, and nine bronze cauldrons of different shapes appeared behind him, each bearing the imprint of ten thousand years of human civilization.

Although the magical pestle and the bamboo of six pure roots, both belonging to the two Western Saints, are among the innate spiritual treasures, they are not considered top-tier among similar magical treasures.

Maitreya and the Pharmacist originally thought that suppressing Zhou Yi with only their own cultivation was simply a pipe dream. Seeing the critical situation, the two bit their tongues and used their blood essence as a catalyst to fully activate the magic weapon's origin.

It should be understood that the most precious aspect of the magical artifacts forged by sages lies in the true meaning of the sage's Dao contained within them. In this primordial world, the realm of a Primordial Sage is as vast as the heavens and the earth, and ordinary cultivators can hardly even touch the tip of the iceberg of the sage's Dao.

These two magical treasures, nurtured day and night by the Sage Zhunti, had long since developed profound sacred patterns on their surfaces. Now, under the activation of a secret technique, they exuded a pressure so great that even the Styx Ancestor's pupils contracted.

Seeing that the two magical treasures began to absorb chaotic energy, Zhou Yi immediately roared and attacked.

Five golden wheels of laws appeared around him, and four of the nine secret techniques—combat, amplification, speed, and defense—operated simultaneously, distorting the void wherever his fist struck.

This attack was as if an ancient war god had broken through the boundaries, carrying the power to shatter stars as it went straight for the two disciples in the west.

The bamboo staff in the apothecary's hand burst forth with seven-colored light, and Maitreya's golden pestle transformed into a hundred-foot-tall phantom. The two sacred artifacts were finally revived at the critical moment.

The moment the magical artifact collided with the fist's force, the Netherworld Blood Sea was instantly engulfed in a raging torrent, and even the bone mountain of the Asura Battlefield was shaved in half by the aftershocks.

Zhou Yi staggered back three steps, his tiger's mouth splitting open and oozing golden blood. The blessing of the dark gold sacred artifact was indeed extraordinary.

The Styx Ancestor had already vanished into the void, while the Yuan Tu and A Bi swords gleamed coldly in the shadows. This old demon was resorting to his old tricks again, clearly intending to use the Western Sect disciples as bait to deliver a fatal blow at the opportune moment.

Zhou Yi pretended not to notice, but in reality, he had secretly spread protective energy throughout his body's acupoints, and the faint killing intent was always lingering on his back like a venomous snake.

With each step Zhou Yi took, spiderweb-like energy ripples spread across the void beneath his feet, and dark golden blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

Fortunately, under the operation of the "Zhe" secret technique, his internal injuries were healed in an instant. However, the blessing pestle and the Six Roots Purification Bamboo that could penetrate his defenses truly proved the terrifying power of the Western treasure.

The two Buddhas opposite him also turned pale, and the forceful activation of the sect's sacred artifact caused their blood and qi to surge.

The tattered Maitreya kasaya still bore the remnants of the fist's power, and the Medicine Master's crystal body was covered with fine cracks. Zhou Yi's heavy blow, imbued with the essence of the Holy Body, clearly cost them a greater price.

A crimson blade suddenly tore through space, and the Abyssal Demon Swords bared their fangs like venomous snakes.

The Styx Ancestor, who had been lying low for a long time, finally unleashed his killing move, his sword precisely piercing the flaw in Zhou Yi's strength, which was exhausted and had not yet been replaced by new power.

Crimson sword energy intertwined to form a death net, forcing even quasi-saint level experts into a desperate situation.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time!" Zhou Yi's lips curled into a cold smile.

The four illusory figures suddenly separated from the main body, and the past body, the future body, and the two avatars formed the Four Symbols Formation. The force of their fists resonated and stirred up a deafening bell sound.

The four celestial guardians—Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Black Tortoise—roared as they met the crimson sword light, stirring the Netherworld Blood Sea into turbulent waves.

The clones were all annihilated in the shockwave, but the Styx Ancestor also staggered backward, and the protective light barrier of the Karmic Fire Red Lotus was torn open by the residual force.

Seeing his opponent injure him with just the force of the recoil, the Blood Sea Overlord's pupils trembled violently.

When did this human race, whom he once regarded as ants, acquire the strength to contend with the giants of the three realms?

In the void battlefield, Zhou Yi's offensive seemed to be targeting the two disciples of the Western Sect, but in reality, he was always on guard against the Styx Ancestor in the blood-red sea of ​​clouds.

In terms of real threats, Maitreya and the Medicine Master, who wield saintly treasures, are ultimately inferior. After all, in a battle between quasi-saints, even the strongest treasures require cultivation to support them.

Even if Maitreya's palm is filled with the radiant light of his sacred pestle and Bhaisajyaguru's waist is surrounded by the chanting of Buddhist scriptures, Zhouyi still has a 70% chance of advancing or retreating at will.

But the Styx Ancestor is different. This ancient being, born from the sea of ​​blood, is as unfathomable as a deep pool swallowing a stone, even when Zhou Yi uses his numerical secrets to create four clones.

"The Four Symbols Return to Their Origin!" With Zhou Yi's stern shout, four illusory figures occupied the four corners of the sky.

In the instant the four beams of light—blue, red, white, and black—intertwined, the Styx Ancestor's pupils shrank sharply. He clearly saw the array patterns flowing from Zhou Yi's fingertips, which were actually activating an ancient killing array at the cost of destroying his own clone.

With a deafening roar, cracks appeared on the blood-red lotus platform for the first time. Styx wiped the golden blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with both anger and apprehension: "Well done, a successor of the Nine Secrets."

This sudden, all-or-nothing formation attack did indeed leave this veteran Quasi-Saint with a bitter taste in his mouth.

Just then, the two disciples of the Western Saints suddenly radiated a burst of Buddhist light. The phantom of the Thousand-Armed Bodhi appeared behind the Medicine Master, and the Eight Treasures Merit Wheel appeared above Maitreya's head. The two sacred artifacts exuded a pressure that surpassed the cultivation level of their wielders.