Primordial Era: I am the First Green Ox, the Senior Brother of the Three Religions

"Senior Brother Duobao is going to fight with all his might!"

Zhao Gongming, watching from below, was filled with excitement. He clenched his fists tightly and couldn't help but roar out loud.

The Holy Mother of Golden Spirit also clenched her teeth, her beautiful eyes fixed on the center of the vast world.

Although the Tongtian Sect Leader had a smile on his lips, his eyes were filled with concern and expectation for his chief disciple.

Despite facing this all-out, powerful attack, Xuan Du remained calm and composed.

He stood on the cracking Taiji Golden Bridge, his eyes slightly closed, his hands forming an ancient and profound Daoist mudra in front of his chest.

"The highest state is to transcend emotions and follow the natural way."

Xuan Du's voice was ethereal and distant, gently echoing in every corner of the vast world.

Immediately afterwards, the aura surrounding Xuandu suddenly changed.

It is no longer the perfect balance of Yin and Yang, but a pure chaos that encompasses all things and evolves everything!

Yin and Yang give rise to the Two Forms, the Two Forms transform into the Four Symbols, and the Four Symbols return to chaos!

The Tai Chi Golden Bridge vanished in an instant, replaced by a chaotic Yin-Yang seal that slowly rose from Xuandu's palm.

The Dharma seal is only the size of a palm, but inside it seems to be a complete world being created and destroyed!

"go."

Xuandu gently pushed the palm seal.

The Dharma Seal rose against the wind, transforming into a hazy stream of light, and gently crashed into the base of the Pagoda of Many Treasures that was crashing down from above!

Heaven and earth fell completely silent in that instant!

Instead of the expected earth-shattering roar, an extreme white light erupted from the core of the collision between the two treasures!

In that instant, a massive rift, millions of miles long, was torn open in the very fabric of the universe!

The raging earth, water, fire, and wind rushed in, turning the plains into nothingness, and the entire world was rapidly collapsing!

On the high platform, Niu Ben casually waved his hand, and a cyan Great Dao restriction steadily covered the edge of the shattered world, preventing the violent aftershocks from leaking into the Kunlun Mountain prehistoric land.

The blinding light lasted for more than ten breaths before slowly fading away.

In the center of the shattered world, a void slowly rotates.

The two figures stood tens of thousands of feet apart, each on a fragment of the void.

Daoist Duobao has already broken free from the state of being one with the tower.

The Pagoda shrank back to its original size and hovered above his head, its light dimming considerably, and its body trembled slightly.

Duobao Daoist's chest heaved violently, a trace of crimson blood hung from the corner of his mouth, and his Daoist robe was torn in several places, but his small eyes were still bright as stars, filled with exhilarating fighting spirit.

On the other side, Xuan Du's Yin-Yang Daoist robe was also torn at the hem by the violent energy, his breathing became slightly rapid, and the Yin-Yang Taiji diagram behind him dimmed.

Xuandu looked at Daoist Duobao, took a deep breath, and smiled as he cupped his hands in greeting.

"Junior Brother Duobao, you have excellent skills. Your ultimate move of merging man and tower almost broke my Chaos Seal."

Daoist Duobao gave a bitter smile, waved his hand, and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Senior brother, please don't hold back. I've even used my trump card, but I still couldn't do anything to you."

Daoist Duobao straightforwardly retracted the Duobao Pagoda into his body, cupped his hands, and sighed.

"I have lost this contest."

As soon as he finished speaking, a tremendous uproar erupted throughout Kunlun Mountain!

Grand Master Xuandu defeated the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect and the chief Daoist Duobao of the Jie Sect in succession!

The depth of the People's Education System is terrifying!

Xuandu concealed his aura and bowed respectfully to Daoist Duobao: "You flatter me, junior brother."

After saying this, Xuandu turned to face the Three Pure Ones and Niu Ben on the high platform and bowed.

Daoist Duobao also withdrew from the shattered Great Thousand World and returned to the Jie Sect camp.

Although Duobao lost, no one in the Jie Sect complained; instead, they all looked at him with admiration.

The power of that battle was enough to make him stand out among the younger generation of the entire prehistoric world.

The Supreme Sage stroked his long beard, his eyes filled with satisfaction.

Yuanshi Tianzun and Tongtian Jiaozhu both nodded in agreement, finding Xuandu's performance impeccable.

Just when everyone thought that the Three Religions Competition was over and that the Saint's Crystal belonged to Xuandu.

Standing in the center of the high platform, Niu Ben had an unfathomable smile on his lips as he slowly took out a cyan-gold crystal that exuded an eternal and immortal Daoist aura from his sleeve.

Niu Ben took a step forward and landed on the broken arena in the void. His gaze swept over the immortals of the three religions below, and his voice was deep and resonant.

"The competition has ended, and the winner has been decided."

Niu Ben, holding the Saint's Crystal, looked at Xuan Du and spoke loudly.

"Junior Brother Xuandu, this Saint's Crystal..."

"Then it will be yours."

"Brother, wait!"

A sharp shout suddenly erupted from the depths of the void.

A gaunt, gray figure tore through the sea of ​​clouds in an instant and hurriedly landed at the edge of the vast world.

The newcomer had his hair tied in two buns, wore a simple hemp robe, and had a withered face like rotten wood.

It was none other than the Vice Leader of the Chan Sect, Daoist Ran Deng!

All the cultivators around the arena turned their gazes in unison.

Guang Chengzi was completely taken aback and couldn't help but exclaim, "Teacher Ran Deng?!"

Daoist Duobao's eyes widened suddenly, and he exclaimed in surprise, "Why can't this old Daoist sit still anymore?!"

Zhao Gongming then shouted at the top of his lungs, "Randeng, you old-timer cultivator, you're here to join in the fun?!"

Bixiao pouted and scolded, "Exactly! What kind of sparring between disciples of the three religions is this?!"

The Old Man of the South Pole shook his head and sighed, "The opportunity to become a saint is so tempting that even the teacher can't care about his noodles."

Taiyi Zhenren secretly clicked his tongue in amazement, "If it were me, I wouldn't care about this dough if it were for the sake of becoming a saint!"

Master Yuding said in a low voice, "This Daoist Ran Deng was once a guest of Zixiao Palace, yet today he is willing to compete with a junior."

The Taoist Ran Deng didn't care at all about the strange looks he received.

His gaze was fixed on the Saintly Crystal in Niu Ben's palm, his eyes filled with fanaticism and greed.

Randeng was one of the three thousand mortals who were preaching the Dao at Zixiao Palace when Dao Ancestor Hongjun was teaching.

In terms of seniority, he was of the same generation as the Three Pure Ones, and his seniority far surpassed that of all the second-generation disciples of the Three Teachings.

Back then, he humbled himself to become a disciple of Yuanshi Tianzun, and condescended to become the deputy leader of the Chan Sect, all in order to seek a glimmer of guidance on the holy path.

For millions of years, he has remained stuck at the peak of the Quasi-Saint level, unable to advance even an inch.

Now that the opportunity to rise to the top in one step is right in front of him, he has thrown all thoughts of seniority and face to the winds!

The Taoist Ran Deng straightened his hempen robe and bowed deeply to the Three Pure Ones on the clouds.

Then, the Taoist Ran Deng quickly walked up to Niu Ben and bowed deeply.

The Daoist Ran Deng, looking anxious, asked loudly, "Senior Brother, although I am the Vice Leader of the Chan Sect, I am also a member of the Three Pure Ones' lineage. I wonder if I am qualified to step onto the stage today to compete for this Sage's Crystal?!"

These words echoed across the summit of Kunlun Mountain.

The Grand Master of Heaven snorted and sneered, "This old Taoist really knows how to exploit loopholes!"

Yuanshi Tianzun sat upright in his nine-dragon sandalwood chariot, his eyes slightly closed, and did not utter a word of obstruction.

The Supreme Sage lightly flicked his whisk, letting things unfold as they would.

It was Niu Ben who personally led the lamp up Kunlun Mountain and accepted it into the Chan Sect.

Niu Ben held the sage's crystal in his hands and burst into hearty laughter.

"Of course!"

Niu Ben's gaze swept across the entire audience, and he loudly proclaimed to heaven and earth.

"I have stated beforehand that all members of my Three Pure Ones sect, regardless of their social status, are qualified to compete on this stage!"