Primordial Era: I, Ksitigarbha, shall be the Supreme Being of the Primordial Era.

Upon hearing this, the Queen Mother of the West's expression changed drastically, and she stood up, intending to step forward to help the King Duke of the East.

After all, in the eyes of the primordial gods, he was already bound together with the Eastern King Duke, and his reputation would be damaged if he did not help him.

But she forgot that there was more than one innate deity on Mount Sumeru.

Instantly, six pure bamboos appeared in the hands of the guiding Taoist, each adorned with a serene Taoist essence and emanating a dangerous aura.

With a single step forward, and in the blink of an eye, his figure appeared above the Queen Mother of the West.

Before the Queen Mother of the West could react, she felt as if her head had been struck by divine iron, followed by a sharp pain.

Looking at the Queen Mother of the West again, all that could be seen was that she had been struck by the Guide's staff and crashed directly into the side of the high platform of the main hall.

All the innate deities looked over and gasped in shock.

Her fairy dress was torn, her hair was disheveled, and a clear streak of blood seeped from her forehead. She was nowhere to be seen the noble and dignified appearance she had just had.

"Queen Mother of the West, in the past, my fellow disciples and I gave you preferential treatment because of your politeness."

Now you stand idly by while my disciple is being harmed. Do you really think that because you've become more powerful, you no longer care about my fellow disciples?

This stick I'm using today is to teach you a lesson!

If you dare to come any closer, I won't mind sending you on your way!

The guide's voice was chilling, and the killing intent emanating from him was almost tangible.

The Queen Mother of the West sat dazedly amidst the ruins, clearly still reeling from the blow delivered by the Guide.

Suddenly, he spoke, muttering to himself with lifeless eyes, "Quasi-Saint, you're actually a Quasi-Saint too!"

Upon hearing this, all the innate deities showed expressions of horror.

"Two Quasi-Saints from the same family?!"

"Isn't the Western land extremely barren? How could these two have progressed in cultivation so rapidly?"

"Mount Sumeru in the West? Truly terrifying..."

Among the Three Pure Ones, Tongtian Daoren looked at Jieyin Daoren with a hint of fighting spirit in his eyes.

Suddenly, he turned to Laozi and asked, "Brother, we are both Quasi-Saints, so how come there is such a great difference between those two from the Celestial Court and those two from Mount Sumeru?"

Upon hearing this, Laozi shook his head, but then replied with a hint of hesitation, "The Dao Ancestor once said that the power of the object used to sever the corpse varies. Could it be that those two in the West used some supreme treasure to sever their corpses?"

"Impossible! The treasures of heaven and earth are limited. Even if those two from Mount Sumeru have the deepest blessings, it's impossible for them to obtain two at once!"

Yuanshi categorically denied Laozi's conjecture.

Lao Tzu fell silent upon hearing this, clearly his own suspicions were beginning to waver.

"It should be good karma!"

Nuwa, who was standing to the side, suddenly spoke up.

"The breakthrough of the Eastern King Duke and the Western Queen Mother to the Quasi-Saint realm was achieved through the infusion of merit into their bodies and the subsequent refinement of their spiritual essence."

As for the two fellow Daoists from Mount Sumeru, I can sense that they have a solid foundation and a stable realm, and they must be gradually comprehending their own breakthroughs.

That's why there's this difference.

After a long silence, the Three Pure Ones nodded in agreement, clearly agreeing with Nuwa's conjecture.

Nuwa's words also dispelled the original idea of ​​the group of innate deities who wanted to accumulate merit to break through to higher realms.

Although everyone wants to reach the Quasi-Saint realm, no one wants to be weak after reaching it.

Of course, if a large amount of merit were placed in front of them, probably not everyone would be able to resist refining it.

Even the weakest Quasi-Saint is still a Quasi-Saint, isn't he?

On the other side, the Queen Mother of the West sat forlornly, lost in thought.

Meanwhile, Dongwanggong was caught in a situation where he was being beaten by Jieyin and Zhunti. He wanted to fight back, but he had no way to do so.

He could sense that both Jieyin and Zhunti harbored murderous intent.

They really wanted to kill themselves!

Terrified, Dongwanggong instinctively cried out, "I am the head of the male immortals of the primordial world, appointed by the Dao Ancestor, and the master of the Celestial Court recognized by both the Heavenly Dao and the Dao Ancestor! Jieyin! Zhunti! How dare you kill me? Aren't you afraid of the Dao Ancestor's reprimand? Aren't you afraid of divine retribution?"

"Reprimand? Divine retribution? Ha!" Daoist Zhunti sneered, "You, the Eastern King, dared to lay a hand on my disciple; you deserve to die! Even if the Dao Ancestor reprimands you, or Heaven punishes you, what does it matter? My brothers and I will risk our own cultivation to bring you to your death today!"

The guide remained silent, only waving the Six Roots Purification Bamboo in his hand.

It not only sealed off the six senses of the Eastern King, but also struck him with its immense magical power.

It seems that every strike he pulls out is an answer to the question posed by the Eastern King Duke!

After an unknown amount of time, the Eastern King's aura had deteriorated to its lowest point, as if he would be annihilated at any moment.

Seeing this, Erdao's attacks became even more ferocious, determined to kill Dongwanggong.

Just then, a sigh suddenly came from the sky, and as the sigh rang out, the world seemed to be imprisoned.

Even the two who were attacking the Eastern King Duke were frozen in place by this sigh.

Looking further into the heavens, an old Taoist priest in a blue robe suddenly appeared, seemingly within reach yet worlds apart.

In an instant, the old Taoist priest appeared between the three and waved his hand to separate them to the sides.

This person is none other than Dao Ancestor Hongjun!

At this moment, the universe began to turn again, and all the innate deities present had their minds cleared.

Looking up, they saw Hongjun appear where the three were fighting.

The assembled primordial deities were startled and quickly bowed to Hongjun, saying, "We respectfully welcome the Dao Ancestor!"

Dongwanggong also regained consciousness. Upon seeing Hongjun appear, he immediately knelt down to pay his respects.

He knew that he wouldn't die this time!

When Jieyin and Zhunti saw Hongjun appear, their hearts skipped a beat. They knew that they would probably be unable to kill Dongwanggong again. Helpless, they could only bow to him.

"The Eastern King Duke possesses abundant blessings, and he still has a mission to complete: to guide Zhunti. You must not kill him this time!"

Hongjun's voice was gentle, but his words carried an undeniable air of authority.

The Guide remained silent, but the Zhunti Daoist became anxious upon hearing this. Pointing at the Ksitigarbha, who was still sitting cross-legged in meditation, he said, "Dao Ancestor, this time the Eastern King Duke, relying on his cultivation level, attempted to destroy my disciple's cultivation. Is this matter to be left unresolved?"

Hongjun looked in the direction Zhunti pointed, his eyes deep, as if he wanted to see through Ksitigarbha.

After a long while, Hongjun replied to Zhunti Daoist: "Today's cause will have tomorrow's effect. This child will still have karmic entanglements with Dongwanggong in the future."

Upon hearing this, Daoist Zhunti had no choice but to give up.

Upon seeing this, Dongwanggong knew he could live, and with a joyful expression, he kowtowed to Hongjun: "This disciple thanks Dao Ancestor for saving my life!"

Hongjun, with his hands behind his back, said coldly to Dongwanggong, "I will only save you this once. It's a one-time thing, not a second. You should understand!"

Upon hearing this, Dongwanggong was astonished. After a long while, he managed a weak smile and replied, "Dao Ancestor, I understand!"

"Now that you understand, return and focus on developing the Celestial Court. Remember your oath!"

"Yes, Dao Ancestor!"

After resolving the matter, Hongjun was about to leave when he was suddenly stopped by the Guide Daoist.

"Guide, do you still have any doubts?"

"I understand now. The reason I stopped the Dao Ancestor was simply to ask him to stabilize my disciple's Dao heart!"

As he spoke, the guide was about to kneel down.

Although he has now reached the level of a Quasi-Saint, he has no way to solve the problem of his disciple's Dao heart being tarnished and about to be shattered, so he can only ask Hongjun for help.

Hongjun flicked his sleeve to stop the Guide, and then said, "You don't need my help, your disciple will wake up on his own!"

Know that misfortune and fortune are interdependent; this calamity may be a blessing in disguise for him!

After saying this, Hongjun transformed into a gentle breeze and disappeared before everyone's eyes.

"We respectfully bid farewell to the Dao Ancestor!"

After all matters were concluded, all the primordial deities took their leave and departed in haste.

The fact that the four of them broke through to the next realm this time made them feel a sense of urgency, and they just wanted to go back and cultivate diligently to break through to the next realm as soon as possible.

Meanwhile, Dongwanggong left Penglai Island, where the main hall was located, amidst the warning glances from Jieyin and Zhunti, leaving them to wait for his disciple to awaken.