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

With Niu Ben's public permission, the old man's withered face broke into a wide smile, his wrinkles crinkling together.

"Thank you so much, Senior Brother!"

The Taoist Ran Deng bowed repeatedly, his body trembling slightly with excitement.

The Path to Primordial Chaos!

A supreme opportunity to directly connect with a sage!

He burned the lamp for countless years, from the first time he preached in Zixiao Palace, outliving countless great masters of his generation.

Di Jun, Donghuang Taiyi, Hongyun, Zhen Yuanzi...

Which one of them wasn't a colossal figure renowned throughout the primordial world?

In the end, some became saints, and some perished, but he, Randeng, was stuck at the peak of quasi-saint for countless years, his path ahead cut off, and his Dao heart was about to be dried up!

Now, this cyan-gold Saint Crystal is right in front of him. As long as he defeats this junior Xuandu, Randeng can ascend to the heavens in one step and enter the coveted Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortal realm!

Thinking of this, Randeng felt a surge of excitement, and his originally cloudy eyes were filled with greed and determination.

In his view, although Xuandu had profound Taoist skills and had just defeated the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect and Duobao Daoist, he was just a junior human who had only cultivated for a few kalpas.

Humans are inherently weak; how can they compare to the three thousand mortal guests of Zixiao Palace?

He attained enlightenment at the beginning of creation, and his true form was transformed from the first innate spirit coffin. His profound foundation and extensive magical power are far beyond what a mere Xuan can compare to.

"This time, I'm certain to win!"

The Daoist Ran Deng laughed wildly in his heart, and even began to plan how to sit on equal footing with the Primordial Heavenly Venerable after he became a saint.

Without further hesitation, fearing that things might change if he delayed, he flung his hemp robe aside, and his withered body transformed into a streak of grayish-white light. With one step, he shattered the void and landed steadily on the broken core plain of the Great Thousand World.

Amidst the shattered heavens and earth, Grand Master Xuandu stood in mid-air, gently regulating the immortal energy within his body.

Upon seeing Daoist Ran Deng land, Xuan Du remained calm and composed, suppressing the surging Yin and Yang energies around him, and bowed slightly in a Daoist greeting.

"Xuandu greets Master Randeng."

Xuan Du spoke humbly and was very courteous.

After all, within the Chan Sect, Randeng holds the title of Vice Leader, and all twelve Golden Immortals respectfully address him as Teacher. As a junior, Xuandu's gesture of respect is a matter of etiquette within the Xuan Sect.

The Taoist Ran Deng waved his withered arm with a forced smile, his voice high-pitched and hoarse.

"Xuan Du, there's no need for such formalities."

Randeng squinted, staring intently at Xuandu, his tone revealing an arrogant condescension.

"Today is the Three Religions Grand Competition, vying for the supreme opportunity to attain the Holy Path. The Great Dao is contested, and everyone must rely on their own methods. On this arena, you and I are merely opponents, and there is no need to discuss seniority or formalities."

"Nephew Xuandu, you have just fought two battles, and your magical power has been greatly depleted. I will not take advantage of you. You should recuperate for a while, lest you say I am bullying the weak if you lose later!"

While Ran Deng spoke eloquently, he had already secretly locked his sub-saintly divine sense onto every part of the space around Xuan Du. As long as Xuan Du made the slightest move, he would unleash a violent killing move.

However, Randeng's sanctimonious demeanor directly ignited the anger of the disciples of the Chan and Jie sects outside the realm!

"Bah! This old Taoist priest has absolutely no shame!"

Zhao Gongming slapped his thigh and pointed at the lamp in the vast world, cursing loudly.

"That old monster who was on equal footing with the Three Pure Ones in Zixiao Palace back then, now he's trying to steal the junior disciples' chance to become saints, and he even has the nerve to talk about bullying the weak. It's disgusting!"

Bixiao was also so angry that her pretty face turned red. She waved the golden dragon scissors in her hand and scolded her repeatedly.

"Exactly! He's supposed to be the vice leader of the Chan Sect, yet he always acts like a reclusive sage. But the moment he sees the Saint's Crystal, he throws all his shame into the East Sea to feed the fish!"

Qiongxiao snorted coldly: "Disciples of the Jie Sect, listen up! All of you, cheer for Senior Brother Xuandu! We absolutely cannot let this shameless old Taoist succeed!"

Originally, the Jie Sect and the Chan Sect were somewhat awkward because of the previous fight, but now, faced with the interference of the old scoundrel Randeng, the younger generation of disciples from both sects instantly showed amazing unity!

Guang Chengzi's face was extremely ugly. Although Randeng held the title of Vice Leader of the Chan Sect, he felt extremely ashamed.

Taiyi Zhenren rolled his eyes and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Senior Brother Xuandu! Take him down! We, the disciples of the Chan Sect, support you!"

"Keep it up, Senior Brother Xuandu!"

"Senior Brother Xuandu, sweep him off the stage in one move!"

"Beat this old monster to a pulp!"

The shouts from all directions converged into a rolling wave of sound, resounding throughout the entire Kunlun Mountains.

Tens of thousands of second- and third-generation disciples of the Xuanmen Sect, united in their hatred of the enemy, created a tremendous and awe-inspiring atmosphere, all cheering and shouting in support of Xuandu.

Within the vast world, when the Taoist Ran Deng heard the overwhelming mockery and curses from outside the boundary, his face instantly darkened to the point of almost dripping water.

He sneered inwardly, "A bunch of ignorant brats! Once I seize the Saint's Crystal and attain the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, let's see who dares to utter a single word!"

Hearing the shouts of his fellow disciples outside, Xuan Du's lips curled up slightly, revealing a peaceful smile.

He slowly straightened up, looked at the unfriendly-looking Daoist Ran Deng, and said softly, "Master Ran Deng, my magical power has been restored. Please enlighten me."

"Good! You certainly have some guts!"

With a fierce shout, the Taoist Ran Deng could no longer suppress his greed, and his withered hand suddenly flipped upwards!

hum!

A dark, ancient bronze oil lamp, exuding endless silence and eerie chill, suddenly shot up from the top of his head!

The Supreme Innate Spiritual Treasure – The Coffin Lamp!

This lamp is one of the four great spirit lamps of the primordial world. It contains the fire of annihilation of all spirits. When the ghost fire of the underworld burns, it specifically burns the souls and three flowers on the top of the head of living beings. It is extremely domineering and ruthless!

As soon as the coffin lamp was brought out, the temperature of the entire world suddenly plummeted to absolute zero!

The pale white ghostly flames, like vengeful pythons crawling out of the deepest abyss, swept wildly in all directions!

The power of the sub-saints of the Burning Lamp Daoist erupted in full force, and his originally withered body swelled up several times in size at this moment. The boundless pressure of the deadly Dao covered the sky and the sun!

"Xuan Du! Take my first move: Annihilation of All Spirits, Divine Fire Burning the Heavens!"

With a shriek, Daoist Ran Deng frantically made hand seals, and the pale white flames on the coffin lamp suddenly surged ten thousand feet, transforming into a boundless sea of ​​netherfire, carrying a terrifying stench that burned away the souls of all the gods and spirits, and crashed down on Xuan Du!

Faced with the overwhelming Yin Fire that could instantly annihilate an ordinary Quasi-Saint, Xuan Du remained calm and stomped his foot!

boom!

"The Yin and Yang of Tai Chi represent endless renewal!"

Xuan Du chanted incantations, and the Yin-Yang Taiji diagram above his head soared into the sky once more, transforming into a black and white interwoven beam of Dao light that directly confronted the pale white sea of ​​fire!