Primordial Era: A Counterattack Against Hongjun Daozu at the Start

"Uncle-Master Zhunti has truly gone to great lengths." Zhou Yi looked at the faintly visible Seven Treasures Tree mark at the core of the magic artifact and couldn't help but smile wryly.

The Western saint secretly used divine power when bestowing treasures, a style that aligns with his approach of "converting those with affinity."

Amidst the chanting and radiance of Buddhist light, the battlefield landscape subtly shifted. The array patterns on Zhou Yi's fingers flickered uncertainly, and as the sea of ​​blood churned, the Styx Ancestor had already reformed his Dharma form. The life-or-death struggle between the three sides was now truly beginning.

A glint of light flashed in Styx's eyes, and he shouted sharply, "Excellent! Fellow Daoists of the Western Sect actually possess such a deadly move! Quickly come and help me annihilate this man!"

Seeing Zhou Yi display his supernatural powers, the Blood Sea Ruler originally thought that this time his efforts would be in vain again.

Unexpectedly, a disciple of Jieyin Zhunti suddenly unleashed a nine-grade golden lotus radiating boundless Buddhist light and a blessed pestle. The power of these two innate spiritual treasures, now fully awakened, shook the entire sky, even moving the Great Luo Primordial Realm cultivators.

"With such powerful reinforcements, what is there to worry about in achieving great things!" Styx's body was writhing in karmic flames, and a twelve-petaled blood lotus bloomed beneath his feet.

Compared to the demon master who fled in the face of battle in the past, the resoluteness shown by the successor of the two Western saints at this moment stirred his heart even more.

Despite being at the center of three Saint-level pressures, Zhou Yi stood tall like a pine tree, the Law of Reincarnation condensing into a six-colored halo at his fingertips: "Do you all truly believe that I am completely unprepared?"

Before the words were finished, ten thousand rays of light suddenly appeared on the eastern horizon, and the earth's dragon energy transformed into a thousand golden locks that pierced through the void.

Zhenyuan Daxian, holding the Earth Book, arrived on a cloud, a red gourd behind him emitting chaotic energy. The ancestor of the earth immortals of this era spoke in a booming voice: "The old debts of the Blood Sea have not been repaid; today is the perfect day to settle things with the wicked Roc."

The map of mountains and rivers unfolded in response, and the barrier constructed by the Nine Heavens' Breath of Earth enveloped the battlefield.

Fu De's Demon-Refining Pot hummed and trembled at his waist. Although it had not awakened his past life memories, the innate spiritual treasure autonomously locked onto the demon master's aura. Ming He stared at the suddenly reversed battle situation with a grim face, the Yuan Tu and A Bi swords in his hands emitting a resentful clang.

"Earth Vein Dragon Transformation Formation? You actually carry the Wuzhuang Temple Mountain Protection Formation with you." The golden lotus in the disciple's hand suddenly dimmed, and the blessed pestle and the earth essence emanating from the Earth Book collided fiercely, causing fragments of stars to fall continuously from the void.

Behind Zhou Yi, the Six Paths of Reincarnation Wheel spun rapidly, each wheel reflecting a different scene from time and space: "Since the fall of Daoist Wan Huo, Daoist Zhen Yuan has cultivated for three thousand years to create this ultimate formation. Today, I invite you all to appreciate it."

As he spoke, the six-colored divine light pierced through the blood sea barrier and headed straight for the Styx's vital point.

The turbid waves of the Netherworld Blood Sea surged into the sky, and Zhen Yuanzi, with his wide sleeves fluttering, arrived stepping through the air.

Maitreya, holding the bag of human seeds, revealed a hint of displeasure within his Buddha-like aura: "Fellow Daoist, do you truly wish to wade into these muddy waters?"

The illusory image of the Earth Book swirled in Zhen Yuanzi's palm, while the earth beneath his feet roared like thunder: "It's time to settle the karma of Fellow Daoist Wan Huo."

Before the words were finished, the Twelve-Petaled Karmic Fire Lotus had already bloomed deep within the sea of ​​blood, and the Styx Master stepped out from the waves on the lotus platform.

"You remember this ancient grudge clearly." The Styx Blood God's clones multiplied into countless forms, the Abyssal Demon Swords clanging loudly. Zhen Yuanzi's sleeve conjured a universe within, the earth element condensing into a mountain-like phantom: "Today, I'll borrow this Netherworld vein to settle this score with you!"

The Medicine Master's Glass Cup suddenly emitted a dazzling light of seven treasures, but it was intercepted by the mysterious yellow energy in Zhou Yi's sleeve.

As the disciples of the two Western Saints locked eyes, Zhou Yi's five fingers formed a claw and probed into the void. From the depths of the Demon Master's Palace came the fierce cry of a roc: "How dare you, you brat!"

"Fellow Daoists, look, this is the real one." Zhou Yi held the clone that Qing Yu had conjured between his fingers, and as he turned around, the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique had already circulated through his body.

The three flowers on Maitreya's head trembled, and he suddenly realized that the blood sea's malevolent energy was actually imprisoned by some kind of power.

Zhen Yuanzi and Styx fought to the core of the Blood Sea, where the earth vein dragon energy and the karmic fire red lotus collided to create a chaotic vortex.

A sage sighed from beyond the Trayastrimsa Heaven, but the waves of the Blood Sea suddenly froze, and the Demon Master's true form was fixed in the depths of the Ruins by the Map of Mountains and Rivers.

"It's time to settle this karmic debt." A chaotic bell phantom appeared above Zhou Yi's head, and he stepped out to form the constellations of the heavens.

The apothecary poured out the Three Lights Divine Water from his medicine pot, but it turned into a shower of stars when it touched the Primordial Qi.

The two venerable beings from the Western Heaven looked at each other, their expressions revealing their dejection. Maitreya, with his wide sleeves hanging down, said in a deep voice, "We humbly admit defeat in this debate and will immediately return to Mount Sumeru."

"Do you really think the Three Realms are your own private courtyard? You can come and go as you please to discuss the Dao?" Zhou Yi stood with his hands behind his back amidst the sea of ​​clouds, his robes fluttering in the wind, his brows radiating a sharp, heavenly aura.

The spiritual liquid in the Medicine Master's glass cup surged, and he asked in a cold voice, "What do you intend to do, fellow Daoist? Do you perhaps still wish to forcibly retain the disciples of the Sage?" His golden body suddenly expanded, and the twelve-ringed staff rippled through the void.

Zhou Yi traced the Xuanhuang gourd at his waist with his fingertips and laughed loudly, "Don't panic, you two. It's not too late to leave some karmic imprints before you go."

Before he finished speaking, the eight directions and six realms suddenly froze, and chaotic energy burst forth from his fist.

As the world changed color, two golden rainbows collided violently with the primordial yellow energy wave.

The bamboo, imbued with the six senses, transforms into the three thousand Bodhi realms. The blessed vajra, drawing forth the illusory image of the Eight Treasures Merit Pool, reveals the Dharma image of the Book of Changes, as immovable as an ancient divine mountain.

Golden fragments mixed with a rain of shimmering light scattered across the sky, and the secret technique of Mount Sumeru was forcibly reduced to its original form.

"This...how is this possible?" Maitreya stared in horror at the cracks spreading across the Seven Treasures Kasaya in his hand. The white hair on the Medicine Master's forehead flickered, and he suddenly felt a chill rising from the depths of his mind. Every time the chaotic body before him broke and reformed, its power increased by three-tenths.

When the golden bodies collapsed for the seventh time, the two sacred artifacts had become as dull as ordinary iron. Zhou Yi stepped on the river of Dao patterns and grasped them in mid-air. The two Venerables immediately felt their limbs and bones being imprisoned by an invisible great force. In an instant, they had been struck on the face with three thousand six hundred Hunyuan Palm prints.

When the clouds dispersed and the fog lifted, two Buddhist masters were seen with their crowns askew, their necklaces scattered, and their faces shrouded in a bluish-purple aura that seemed to flow like a living being.

Zhou Yi clapped his hands and laughed, "Returning to Mount Ling in this manner is indeed a unique way to pay homage."

Suddenly, a nine-colored mystical light rose from his palm, and the incantation for "Soldier" transformed into chains that bound the two sacred artifacts. "The Nine Secrets of Profound Understanding—is it mere illusion?"

In Zhou Yi's eyes, the Milky Way seemed to reverse, and the divine pestle, empowered by him, trembled violently and even emitted a dragon's roar. The six pure bamboo leaves transformed into talismans and floated towards the Xuanhuang gourd.

Maitreya hastily formed the Great Lotus Seal but felt his energy stagnate. Seeing his sect's most precious treasure being gradually devoured by the chaotic energy, he finally sighed, "Only today do I understand what it means to seize the power of creation from heaven and earth..."

Before the words were even finished, the two sacred artifacts had already transformed into streams of light and disappeared into the void, leaving only wisps of sandalwood incense lingering around the battlefield.

The two venerable ones under the two Western saints had faces as pale as paper, with fine beads of cold sweat seeping from their foreheads.

The magic weapon bestowed by the sage trembled violently in his palm, and the blessed vajra with its crystal-clear luster and the verdant bamboo branch seemed to struggle as if they were alive.

The Buddha's light flowed from the Medicine Master's fingertips, forming chains, while the swastikas behind Maitreya condensed into a golden net, yet neither could stop the restlessness of the magical treasures.

"How could this be!" The pharmacist's throat tightened, and his usually calm voice trembled.

He could clearly sense that within the magical artifact connected to his destiny, a strange Daoist aura was eroding the saint's mark like vines.