Primordial Era: A Counterattack Against Hongjun Daozu at the Start

The two talked privately until the stars shifted. As they parted, Nuwa suddenly mentioned, "That brat Haotian has been having a real headache lately. The Lingxiao Palace, bestowed by the Dao Ancestor, is so deserted that a celestial horse could run through it."

With that, she waved her hand lightly, and the clouds carried Zhou Yi out of the thirty-three heavens.

Who would have thought that the Heavenly Court is now in ruins, and it can't even muster a few decent experts, let alone top-tier powerhouses.

Haotian and Yaochi recruited some idle cultivators using the peach spiritual root, but these people's abilities were really not up to par.

Apart from those two, who could barely be considered Saint-level combatants, there were no other formidable figures in the entire Heavenly Court who could keep the situation in check.

With no other options, the two leaders of the Heavenly Court could only keep a low profile for the time being, which unfortunately sowed the seeds for the later Investiture of the Gods.

Furthermore, after Zhou Yi took over Huoyun Cave, he sent all the awakened human experts to Gouchen Star, deep within the Chaos Sea.

With precise coordinates, this round trip only took a little over a decade.

After that, Zhou Yi went into seclusion, and this first human princess gradually faded from the memories of her people.

A thousand years passed in the blink of an eye. One day, while he was cultivating in his cave, he suddenly opened his eyes: "What's meant to happen can't be avoided. What tricks will you pull this time?"

After being silent for millennia, the Western religion has finally made a move. According to the I Ching, these people should have acted much earlier.

The reason he was able to discover the clues was not because of his extraordinary cultivation. During his seclusion, the Sage Taiqing suddenly sent a telepathic message reminding him that the Western Sect was planning to take over the Six Paths of Reincarnation.

Although we are not in the Great Calamity period, it is easy for sages to deduce the secrets of heaven, not to mention that Taiqing has such a treasure as the Taiji Diagram.

It's strange that the Western Religion waited so long to make their move. But one thing is certain: they were definitely well-prepared this time.

At this moment, a large group of Western Sect disciples were staring intently at the core of the Six Paths of Reincarnation outside the Six Paths of Reincarnation. If Zhou Yi were present, he would definitely recognize the three leaders.

Maitreya, Bhaisajyaguru, and Ksitigarbha, who suffered repeated defeats in the battle for reincarnation, have long since become a laughing stock in the ancient world, their disheveled appearances from back then becoming a source of amusement.

Not only did their plan to establish the cycle of reincarnation fall through, but even the two precious treasures bestowed upon Maitreya and Bhaisajyaguru by the Sage Cundi were intercepted.

This isn't just incompetence; it's downright humiliation of Western religion.

How could Ksitigarbha and his gang have had an easy time all these years? Who in the entire sect hasn't secretly mocked them when they see them?

Fortunately, the Sage Zhunti did not reprimand them, but instead gave them a chance to atone for their sins. Having harbored resentment for tens of thousands of years, Ksitigarbha and the others were thinking every day about how to get back at him.

Now that Zhou Yi, the supreme ruler of the human race, has retired to the Fire Cloud Cave and is no longer able to emerge from the world, and the power of the witch clan is also far less than before, Ksitigarbha is making his own plans.

"Brother Maitreya, Brother Medicine Buddha, everything is ready. Let's set off for the Six Realms of Reincarnation!" Ksitigarbha clasped his hands in a fist and asked for instructions. He knew perfectly well that although his two brothers did not show it on the surface, they were definitely not happy about him being in charge.

But who would dare disobey the decree of a sage?

Even Ksitigarbha himself didn't expect that after botching several major projects, the Sage Cundi would still appoint him as the chief commander.

He hadn't been wasting his time during those ten thousand years; he had secretly thoroughly investigated every detail of the Six Paths of Reincarnation and prepared the sect's trump card. At this moment, he was brimming with confidence, and even if Zhou Yi suddenly returned, he wouldn't be able to ruin his plans.

Deep within the underworld, the Ancestral Witch Yuqiang, along with the remaining descendants of the Witch Clan, had long since sensed the commotion. Ever since the Great War between the Witch and the Demon, they had barely managed to prolong their lives through the merits accumulated through the Six Paths of Reincarnation.

However, the twelve Ancestral Witches have all perished, and the bloodline of Pangu has gradually thinned out. Now, the only one left in the clan who can fight is Yu Qiang, a quasi-saint. They can't even muster a few decent Great Luo Golden Immortals.

Upon closer examination, the Wu Clan now only has a few dozen Great Luo Golden Immortals left to maintain its strength, a far cry from its former glory when it swept across the prehistoric world.

When the scouts reported that the Western sect members were rushing to the Six Paths of Reincarnation in a grand manner, Yu Qiang, the ancestral witch, didn't even raise an eyebrow on his ice-sculpted face. Ever since the day of the Lich War, his body seemed to have been drained of all its warmth.

The feisty girl who used to pull the water god's beard has long since been transformed by the passage of time into a guardian deity of the six realms of reincarnation.

At this moment, she was issuing orders methodically: "Immediately send a message to Master Fude, all other departments shall continue as usual, and no one is to move an inch without my order!"

Deep in the underworld, Ox-Head hummed a ghostly tune as he escorted evil spirits, while Horse-Face, carrying chains, brushed past the newly arrived Western Sect disciples.

The fact that these underworld messengers didn't even lift their eyelids made Ksitigarbha, who was leading the charge, feel uneasy.

However, being personally instructed by the Sage, he quickly regained his composure and led his team straight to the eighteenth level of hell.

"Namo Amitabha..." As soon as the chanting unique to Western Buddhism began, thousands of wandering souls suddenly bowed and kowtowed three times in a certain direction.

A beam of azure light pierced through the darkness, and Fu De, stepping on the yin and yang energies, revealed himself: "Fellow Daoists, you haven't crossed the River of Oblivion just to sightsee in the Underworld, have you?"

Ksitigarbha's prayer beads clicked as he clenched them: "May I ask who you are, and why you presume to guide my sect?"

"Fude, a disciple of the Jade Void Palace, has been performing rituals for the deceased here for exactly twelve thousand years." The Taoist priest lightly swept his whisk, and the eighteen levels of hell were immediately illuminated by the pure and ethereal light of jade.

The Westerners were all stunned. Performing rituals to deliver the souls of the dead was their specialty, yet someone had beaten them to it.

What made them even more uneasy was that the person standing opposite them was Fude, a high-ranking disciple of the Jade Purity Saint Yuanshi Tianzun. His background was no less impressive than that of the Western Sect disciples.

Ksitigarbha suppressed the turmoil in his eyes, cupped his hands and smiled, "It's truly a case of the flood washing away the Dragon King's temple. It turns out you are a esteemed disciple of the Chan Sect. We've come to the same conclusion. Our sect cannot bear to see countless wronged souls suffering in hell, so we have come here specifically to perform this act of compassion."

Although they were wary of the other party's background, the Western Sect had no reason to give up such a lucrative prize as the Six Paths of Reincarnation. They refused to believe that the entire sect was no match for a single person named Fu De.

"That's a misinterpretation!" Fu De sneered, flicking his sleeve. "The cycle of reincarnation is incredibly complex. If everyone could just jump to conclusions like you, what would become of the rules?"

Before Ksitigarbha could speak, the hot-tempered junior brother in the back row jumped up and shouted, "What business is it of yours what we do good deeds! You tell me, what makes you think you're so important here?"

Ksitigarbha's brows twitched. With his two senior brothers, Bhaisajyaguru and Maitreya, in charge of the sect, he was already under immense pressure. Now, even his subordinates dared to interrupt him, which was a blatant slap in the face to everyone.

But for now, he could only suppress his anger and settle the score once the important matter was accomplished.

"Hahaha!" Fude suddenly burst into laughter, pulled out the golden seal from his waist and waved it, "The Great Emperor of Fengdu, personally appointed by the Jade Emperor, is in charge of this kind of matter. Is that enough weight?"

"Who does the Heavenly Court think it is..." the hothead was about to shout again when Ksitigarbha roared, "Shut up!" cutting him off abruptly. Ksitigarbha's back teeth clenched painfully. This fool almost revealed a heavenly secret. How could the schemes of the Six Paths of Reincarnation be laid bare in the open?

Just as Ksitigarbha was about to turn to Fude to speak, the other party stepped forward first:

"The Heavenly Court is the chief administrator of the primordial world appointed by the Dao Ancestor. How dare you Western Sects disregard the Dao Ancestor's decree?"

Believe it or not, I will immediately report to my master and ask the Primordial Sage to personally question Jieyin and Zhunti about the true intentions behind their arrogant statement, "What is the Heavenly Court anyway?"