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

Ninety years have passed in the blink of an eye since the conclusion of the Three Religions Competition at Kunlun Mountain.

The entire primordial world was shrouded in an unprecedented atmosphere of tension. A storm was brewing, and the hundred-year deadline imposed by the otherworldly demonic sect hung like a Damocles' sword over the heads of all living beings, constantly reminding them of the impending doom.

However, alongside the fear was a suppressed, soaring fighting spirit.

With Niu Ben, the senior disciple of the three religions, the lord of the underworld, and the number one saint among all the heavens, in charge, and with the three saints of the Three Pure Ones working together, the entire Xuanmen sect showed unprecedented cohesion.

The disciples of the three religions no longer held sectarian views. The Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect would go to Jin'ao Island to discuss formation changes with their fellow disciples of the Jie Sect, and the Ten Thousand Immortals of the Jie Sect would also go to Kunlun Mountain to listen to the Great Dao True Words occasionally spoken by the Primordial Heavenly Venerable.

Penglai Immortal Island, this overseas holy land offered by Niu Ben and which facilitated the unification of the three religions, has become the core of the entire Xuanmen (Taoist sect). The spiritual energy on the island is so dense that it has become tangible. Countless third and fourth generation disciples of the three religions have secluded themselves here to cultivate diligently day and night, all for the sake of having more power to protect themselves and more resources to slay demons from other worlds when the hundred-year period arrives.

In the Ten Thousand Mountains, demonic energy soared to the heavens. Niu Ben's Daoist partner, Xi He, personally oversaw the effort, uniting the remnants of the demon race and, based on the Zhou Tian Star Array, developing a brand-new Star Battle Array.

In the depths of the Blood Sea and the River Styx, the Goddess Pingxin and the Five Ghost Emperors refine the Six Paths of Reincarnation day and night. The evil energy of the Witch Clan and the merit power of the Underworld complement each other, ready to provide the strongest support for the Primordial Expeditionary Army at any time.

Everything was making final preparations for the impending cross-dimensional bloodbath that would determine the survival of the primordial world.

However, on this day, less than ten years before the centennial was reached...

Rumble, rumble—!

An indescribable, terrifying pressure descended without warning from the depths of the endless chaos above the heavens!

This oppressive force was not directed at any particular living being, but rather enveloped the entire primordial world, encompassing the three realms, the four seas, and the eight wastelands, leaving no place untouched.

In an instant, all the laws of the primordial world froze, the flow of the river of time suddenly slowed down, and the spatial barriers groaned under the strain.

Above the sky, the once clear and cloudless sky was instantly replaced by boundless, pitch-black tribulation clouds. These clouds were as black as ink, and what rolled within them were not ordinary lightning bolts, but chaotic divine lightning bolts condensed from pure laws of destruction! The aura emanating from each bolt of divine lightning was enough to cause a quasi-saint to instantly have their Dao heart shattered and their soul annihilated!

"This is... the Primordial Heavenly Tribulation!"

Inside the Fire Cloud Cave, the three human emperors, who were resting with their eyes closed, suddenly opened their eyes, their faces filled with uncontrollable horror.

"Someone wants to attain the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm?!" The Hetu and Luoshu in Fuxi's hand trembled violently, almost flying out of his grasp. "Since the Great Calamity of the Lich King, the Heavenly Dao of the Primordial World has been incomplete. How many years has it been since any living being dared to walk this path?"

"Who is it? Who is it?!" Shennong stood up anxiously, trying to deduce the secrets of heaven, but found that the heavenly way was in chaos and he could not see through it at all.

Deep in the North Sea, inside the Demon Master's Palace, the Kunpeng Ancestor jumped up from his futon, his sinister eyes fixed on the sky, feeling the destructive aura that made even his primordial spirit tremble, and a dry gurgling sound came from his throat.

"A madman! A complete madman! At a time like this, is he tired of living?"

At Wuzhuang Temple, Zhen Yuanzi's whisk instantly turned to dust. He looked at the ginseng fruit tree in the courtyard shaking violently, and his expression changed from shock to ecstasy.

"Excellent! Excellent! Our Daoist Xuanzong sect is about to gain another Saint-level warrior!"

Meanwhile, outside the Thirty-Three Heavens, at the Nuwa Palace.

The sage Nuwa stopped her actions of shaping clay into humans, her delicate brows furrowing slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in her beautiful eyes. She raised her slender hand and gently swept it, instantly revealing the primordial world in the cloud mirror before her.

All that could be seen was the boundless Primordial Calamity Cloud, the core of which covered the supreme holy land above the East Sea, shrouded in immortal mist and rising purple energy.

Penglai Immortal Island!

"Is this the sacred site of the Three Pure Ones?" The Sage Nuwa was slightly taken aback, and a huge wave of emotions surged in her heart.

"Could it be that one of the disciples of the three religions is about to attain enlightenment?"

The thought struck her as somewhat unbelievable.

Among the disciples of the three religions, the highest cultivation level is only at the peak of the Quasi-Saint realm. How could they attract such a terrifying Primordial Heavenly Tribulation?

In the west, Mount Sumeru.

The look of anguish on the Guide's face froze instantly, as if he had been frozen in place.

The Seven Treasures Tree in Zhunti Daoist's hand fell to the ground with a "thud." His mouth gaped open, big enough to fit a fist, and he stammered, "Senior brother! You...you sensed it? It's...it's in Penglai! It's those brats from the Eastern Xuanmen!"

"Shut up!" Jieyin suddenly snapped back to his senses, growling, his face as black as the bottom of a pot.

He stared intently at the east, his teeth grinding together.

Eastern Mysticism!

The Three Pure Ones have returned to their rightful places, and the three religions have united, making their fortune extremely strong. The monster Niu Ben is even more unreasonable in his power, single-handedly suppressing the Western Religion to the point of being unable to raise its head.

Now, someone from the three schools of thought actually wants to attain the Primordial Chaos Realm?

If another one succeeds, that'll be four saints in one sect! Add to that Niu Ben, that freak who's comparable to the Heavenly Dao Realm, and what chance will the Western Sect have? They might as well stop calling themselves the Western Sect and just become gatekeepers for the Xuanmen!

"Who is it? Who on earth is it?!" Jieyin roared madly in his heart, the flames of jealousy almost burning away his Dao heart.

Meanwhile, Penglai Island, the eye of the storm, was in complete chaos.

Tens of thousands of disciples from the three religions who were in seclusion on the island were all awakened by that terrifying pressure. They rushed out of their caves and stared in horror at the pitch-black tribulation cloud above their heads that seemed capable of crushing eternity.

"My God! What kind of heavenly tribulation is this? I feel like my very soul would shatter if I just looked at it!"

"The Primordial Heavenly Tribulation! It's definitely the Primordial Heavenly Tribulation! On our Penglai Island, a senior brother is about to attain sainthood!"

"Who is it? Senior Brother Guang Chengzi? Or Senior Brother Duobao?"

All eyes turned to the very core of the tribulation clouds directly below, where the core disciples of the three sects were in seclusion.

And at that very moment.

From the directions of Shouyang Mountain, Yuxu Palace, and Biyou Palace, three equally vast and boundless sage-like pressures rose into the sky and instantly descended upon Penglai.

The figures of Taishang, Yuanshi, and Tongtian manifested in the clouds. They looked at the tribulation cloud with different expressions, but all of them carried a hint of tension and anticipation that were hard to hide.

They naturally knew who was undergoing tribulation.

"Senior Brother, your disciple has truly given us a tremendous surprise." Yuanshi Tianzun stroked his long beard, his tone tinged with a mixture of emotion and envy.

The Tongtian Sect Leader laughed heartily, his voice echoing across the land: "How delightful! Truly delightful! Our Xuanmen shall rise again! Once this boy has achieved his goal, let's see if those two Western Saints will still dare to make a fuss in front of us!"

The Supreme Sage simply gazed calmly at the cave dwelling, and a ripple of contentment finally stirred deep within his usually placid eyes.

He spoke slowly, his voice carrying throughout the entire Penglai Immortal Island.

"Xuan Du, come out."

"As your master, I will protect you here."