Primordial Era: A Counterattack Against Hongjun Daozu at the Start

The twenty-four innate restrictions of the Six Pure Bamboo are being gradually dismantled by some mysterious force.

The celestial trajectory appeared in Zhou Yi's eyes, and the true words of war transformed into countless golden spears deep within his mind.

Ancient secret techniques connected with the laws of heaven and earth and the way of war, causing fine cracks to appear on the surface of the two Buddhist treasures, and the spirits of the artifacts let out mournful cries.

With a crisp "ding," the tip of the pure bamboo branch suddenly broke free from the Buddha's light and drew a blue rainbow in the air.

"You dare to do this, you brat!" The golden wheel of merit behind Maitreya's neck exploded with a bang, and the phantom images of twelve Sea-Stabilizing Pearls flickered behind him.

However, the blessed pestle had already transformed into a streak of light and shot away. No matter how many times he cast the three thousand six hundred treasure-collecting spells, the sacred object still flew towards his opponent without turning its head.

An eerie silence suddenly fell over the room.

Zhou Yi grasped the bamboo branch wreathed in blue light with his left hand, and held up the incessantly humming golden pestle with his right palm. A cold, sharp smile appeared on his lips: "The Sage Zhunti is indeed generous. I will gladly accept this great gift."

Before the words were even finished, both magical treasures simultaneously unleashed blinding light. From the depths of the void came the sound of lotuses blooming, and a will that transcended all living beings descended from the heavens.

Everyone present was shaken to their core. In a daze, they saw the shadow of the Bodhi tree pierce through the three realms. With a gentle sweep of the illusory image of the Seven Treasures Tree, the once overwhelmingly powerful "Soldier" secret technique melted away like snow meeting the blazing sun.

Zhou Yi gazed at the golden Buddha image that appeared in the void and said calmly, "It turns out to be Venerable Zhunti himself."

In the primordial universe, only those at the Saint Realm can wield such vast power.

At this moment, the Vajra Pestle and the Jade Bamboo, which were suspended in mid-air, suddenly radiated holy light, clearly indicating that their master had transcended the boundaries of time and space and infused them with his will.

The sage's perception was so keen that when Zhou Yi used his secret technique to seize the spiritual treasure, this Western religious leader had already discerned the cause and effect.

Even though they are separated by countless star fields, the holy might can still descend in an instant. The vajra, which is entirely gilded, is currently exhaling chaotic energy that changes the color of heaven and earth.

The oppressive aura of the Holy Realm swept across the eight directions, and Maitreya and the Medicine Master hurriedly prostrated themselves, saying, "Disciples respectfully welcome the Holy Venerable!"

Although the two were terrified, a secret joy flashed in their eyes. This madman who had repeatedly ruined the cult's plans would finally be brought to justice.

Zhou Yi's robes fluttered in the fierce wind, and cracks had already appeared on his quasi-saint's body. The wrath of a saint should not be underestimated; even a fraction of its power projected from afar was enough to instantly annihilate a Grand Luo Golden Immortal.

"What a reversal of cause and effect!" Zhou Yi suddenly laughed loudly, and yin-yang patterns appeared on his fingertips.

A Taiji array suddenly appeared in the heavens, and the Yin and Yang energies transformed into a millstone, gradually dissolving the holy power. The two innate spiritual treasures immediately lost control and fell into his palm.

Above the sky, mysterious light flowed, and the sacred pestle and the Six Roots Purification Bamboo blessed by the Taoist Zhunti gradually lost their Buddhist aura amidst the holy power, eventually transforming into two beams of glazed light that disappeared into Zhou Yi's sleeve.

The young Taoist priest solemnly bowed towards the outer reaches of the Trayastrimsa Heaven. A phantom image of Taiji appeared amidst the sea of ​​clouds, which was the primordial energy of the Taiqing Sage that interrupted the sages' struggle.

This cause and effect was already determined during the Daoist discussion at the Eight Trigrams Palace that day. On that day, the Celestial Venerable of Morality stroked the Taiji Diagram and promised: "If the two saints of the Western Land harbor any delusional thoughts, this old Daoist will surely protect them."

It now seems that this leader of all saints was always observing the battlefield with his divine eye; otherwise, how could he have eliminated Zhunti's holy power the moment he launched his attack?

"Why do you protect this junior, fellow Daoist?" Zhunti's angry snort came from beyond the nine heavens, and the illusory image of the twelve-petaled golden lotus flickered among the clouds.

However, as the Yin and Yang energies rose from the Purple Palace of Wonderful Joy, the Buddha's light on Mount Sumeru finally withdrew its sharpness, engulfing Maitreya and his disciples as they fell westward like shooting stars. Only the lingering fragrance of Bodhi from the six pure bamboo stalks remained, bearing witness to the afterglow of the clash between the saints.

Zhou Yi stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the dissipating Buddhist clouds in the western sky, a playful smile playing on his lips. He was well aware that he had thoroughly angered the Sage this time, but since he dared to plot against the Sage's possessions, he had already calculated the cause and effect clearly.

With the protective purple aura of the Taiqing Sacred Realm present, Zhunti will find it difficult to cross the line for at least a thousand years. As for a thousand years later, the young Taoist stroked the warm, smooth six bamboo sticks in his sleeve, a faint light like the annihilation of stars flashing in his eyes.

Amidst the churning sea of ​​blood, the Styx Master's twin swords, Yuan Tu and A Bi, are engaged in a fateful duel with the Earth Book, while Zhen Yuan Da Xian sweeps his Qiankun Sleeve, bringing the vast landscape into his palm.

This feud, which began at the dawn of time, will likely continue to entangle us in the long river of time.

At this moment, Zhou Yi was already stepping through the shattered cracks in the void, embarking on his own path to enlightenment.

Yuqiang, the ancestral witch, led his followers to wipe out the demon race, and this conflict ended with the demon race as the victims.

Zhou Yi cupped his hands in greeting to Fu De and said, "Since you have already come to the Underworld, why don't I guide you to observe the mysteries of the Six Paths of Reincarnation?"

Fu De looked towards the Netherworld Blood Sea with a worried expression: "Brother Zhen Yuan and the Lord of the Styx are still locked in fierce combat. Are they truly unharmed?"

Zhou Yi calmly waved his hand: "The duel between two peak Quasi-Saints is as difficult to determine as the sun and moon clashing. Once our tour is over, Fellow Daoist Zhenyuan will naturally return."

His words revealed his confidence in the top experts. If it weren't for the arrival of a saint, who could easily shake such beings in the slightest?

Strolling along the Path to the Underworld, Fude gazed at the soul-guiding lamps floating on the River of Oblivion, a familiar yet strange feeling welling up in his heart. Even revisiting this place, his memories of his past life as the Ancestor of Ten Thousand Fires remained like looking at flowers through a fog, causing him to sigh inwardly.

"What are your thoughts on this system of reincarnation, fellow Daoist?" Zhou Yi suddenly asked as they passed through layers of dark and mysterious mist.

"The Goddess of the Earth has transformed into the cycle of reincarnation, allowing all living beings to enjoy the opportunity of reincarnation. This is truly a meritorious deed." Fu De sincerely praised, his fingertips brushing over the mottled patterns on the Three Lives Stone.

Zhou Yi suddenly turned around and looked directly at the other person: "If I could help you secure a divine position in the Samsara Palace, would you be willing to accept?"

These words startled Fu De, who took a half-step back in astonishment. He had only come with Zhen Yuanzi to observe the ceremony, never expecting to encounter such an opportunity. Although the disciples of the sage held noble status, the Wu clan, who controlled reincarnation, had always been xenophobic, let alone the immense fortune behind the divine positions in the underworld.

"Fellow Daoist Zhou, please don't speak jokingly." Fu De shook his head with a wry smile. "I have neither the cultivation to reach the heavens nor any connection with the Witch Clan. How dare I covet the power of the Underworld?"

Zhou Yi smiled without saying a word, already having made up his mind. This move was partly out of consideration for the old friendship with the Ancestor of Ten Thousand Fires, and partly because he needed to find an opportunity to nurture the great tree of Zhenyuan Daxian. After all, for this man who was in harmony with the world, only the reincarnation of his close friend was the key to tugging at his heartstrings.

In this primordial world, Zhou Yi skillfully placed a piece on the chessboard. He turned his gaze to Fu De, a cryptic smile playing on his lips: "I've heard you're an expert in the Rebirth Scriptures, why not take charge of the Department of Salvation in the Underworld?"

Before he finished speaking, the ginseng fruit in Zhen Yuanzi's hand suddenly emitted a spiritual light, and the causal threads quietly wrapped around the fingertips of this ancestor of earth immortals.

A chilling wind howled within the Hall of Reincarnation, Zhou Yi's wide sleeves fluttered lightly, and the Six Paths Wheel projected countless shadows. Of the souls adrift in the sea of ​​blood, half were tainted by the lingering evil energy of the demonic calamity, and the other half were imbued with the ferocity of the witch clan's battlefield.

"That Westerner always says he won't become a Buddha until hell is empty, but if Buddha's light were to shine on the underworld, even Meng Po's soup would have to be replaced with Bodhi dew."

He traced the karmic fire on the soul's forehead with his fingertips, and instantly a twelve-petaled golden lotus phantom bloomed.