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

"Disciple Xuandu has lived up to expectations and attained the Primordial Dao Fruit today, entirely thanks to Master's guidance!"

Get up.

With a wave of his whisk, the Supreme Sage gently lifted Xuandu with a surge of the power of the Great Dao.

Then, Xuandu turned and walked towards Niu Ben.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, this newly ascended Grand Luo Immortal actually bowed deeply to Niu Ben, his hands clasped together at the bottom of the bow.

"Xuandu thanks Senior Brother for his kindness!"

"Without the Saint's Crystal bestowed by my senior brother, Xuandu would never have reached this point today. Xuandu will never forget the kindness of my senior brother!"

Upon hearing this, Wan Xian's eyes welled up with tears.

Even after becoming a saint, he still recognized his senior brother and treated his junior brother with the same respect.

Such a temperament is unparalleled in the entire universe.

Niu Ben stepped forward, grabbed Xuan Du's arm, and laughed loudly.

"Junior Brother Xuandu, you're too kind!"

"Why are you saying such formal things, we're fellow disciples?"

"Your ability to reach the Hunyuan realm is not only your own skill, but also a blessing for our Xuanmen sect!"

Niu Ben patted Xuan Du on the shoulder, exuding a heroic spirit.

"Now that you have attained enlightenment, your hundred-year period is fast approaching."

"When the time comes, on the otherworldly battlefield, you'll have to be the one to kill a few of those Demon Emperors and Demon Ancestors!"

Xuan Du smiled gently and nodded emphatically.

"Don't worry, Senior Brother! Those demonic brats from another world dare to invade our Primordial World! Xuandu will make sure they never return!"

The two brothers looked at each other and burst into laughter.

However, just as the entire Penglai Immortal Island was immersed in ecstasy, the void of the primordial world suddenly rippled with extremely strong spatial fluctuations.

Countless immense auras are surging forth from various great worlds and ancient caves, rushing madly towards Penglai in the East Sea.

Auspicious signs appeared in the heavens, and the new Christmas was born.

Which of the great powers of the primordial world would dare not come to pay their respects?

Niu Ben's lips curled up slightly as he turned to look at the distant horizon.

"It seems the guests who were watching the show are getting restless now."

Above the East China Sea, purple clouds stretch for thousands of miles.

The golden lotus of merit was still falling gracefully from the heavens, and the sea around Penglai Island was already completely surrounded by auspicious clouds of various colors.

How many years has it been since a new Primordial Golden Immortal emerged in the primordial world?

Since the end of the Lich War, the Heavenly Dao has been incomplete, and all the great powers of the heavens believed that the path to sainthood was completely severed.

As a result, not only did the Three Pure Ones of Xuanmen become one, and Niu Ben achieved physical sainthood and broke free from the control of the Heavenly Dao, but now even Xuan Du, the second disciple of the Human Sect, has directly broken through the shackles and forcefully crossed that insurmountable barrier.

One family with four saints!

What terrifying depths of power this is?

Anyone who dares to pretend to be deaf and dumb and not come to offer congratulations at this time is clearly disrespecting the Xuanmen sect and the new saint.

Suddenly, a huge crack appeared in the void, and a rich vitality of creation poured out from the crack.

The sage Nuwa, standing on a twelve-petaled golden lotus of merit and draped in a brocade robe, slowly emerged from the void.

Behind her, Lingzhuzi and the other children carefully carried several purple jade boxes.

Nuwa's beautiful eyes swept across Penglai Immortal Island, then landed on Xuandu, a look of amazement flashing in her eyes.

"Congratulations to my junior disciple Xuandu on attaining the Primordial Dao. From now on, you will enjoy longevity and transcend the shackles of the mortal realm."

Nuwa parted her lips slightly, her voice as melodious as a babbling brook, soothing and delightful.

With a wave of her hand, the purple jade box behind her flew steadily towards the high platform.

"These are three Nine-Aperture Creation Stones nurtured by the Nuwa Palace, and a bottle of Nine-Turn Heaven-Mending Dew. Consider them my gift to my nephew."

hiss!

Guang Chengzi, Duobao Daoren, and the others below all gasped in shock.

The Divine Stone of Creation with Nine Apertures!

Those were innate treasures left over from Nuwa's patching of the sky, and then refined for tens of thousands of years using the Qiankun Cauldron. Any one of them could be used to create a top-tier incarnation.

Nuwa's generosity was truly extraordinary.

Xuan Du appeared humble and gave a Daoist bow.

"Xuandu thanks Aunt Nuwa for her generous gift."

"Good." Nuwa nodded slightly, then her gaze shifted to Niu Ben. The two exchanged a knowing smile.

Before everyone could recover from Nuwa's grand gesture, a large, blood-red patch was suddenly torn open in the western sky.

A surging sea of ​​blood poured down from the void, and the Styx Ancestor, standing on the Twelve-Petaled Karmic Fire Red Lotus, strode out with the aura of the Five Ghost Emperors of the Underworld.

Beside him stood Zhen Yuanzi, holding the Earth Book, his sleeves fluttering, his face beaming with joy.

"Hahaha! Fellow Daoist Xuandu, you truly have a blessed life!"

The Styx Ancestor had an extremely loud voice, and his malevolent aura had long been refined into the Great Dao of the Underworld by the merits accumulated in the underworld.

Styx casually tossed out two top-tier spiritual treasure flying swords that gleamed with an eerie light, displaying his heroic spirit.

"I, your ancestor, have nothing else of value. These two Xuan Yin Killing Swords, nurtured for eight million years from the deepest part of the Blood Sea, are offered to you, Fellow Daoist, for slaying corpses and protecting your path!"

Zhen Yuanzi stroked his beard and laughed heartily: "This humble Daoist has nothing of value but ten ginseng fruits, which I wish to offer to help Fellow Daoist Xuandu solidify his Hunyuan Dao foundation!"

Ten ginseng fruits!

The disciples of the Chan and Jie sects below the stage were green with envy.

Such spiritual roots of heaven and earth could extend the lifespan of ordinary cultivators by just smelling them, yet Zhen Yuanzi gave away a full ten of them, truly going all out.

Immediately afterwards, a burst of golden light shone from the direction of Huoyun Cave.

The figures of the three sovereigns of the human race, Fuxi, Shennong, and Xuanyuan, manifested in the heavens and earth, followed by countless golden dragons symbolizing the human race's fortune.

"Xuan Du, a junior of the human race, pays his respects to the three emperors."

When Xuandu met the Three Emperors, he was solemn and bowed again.

He was originally of human origin, and the rise of the Human Religion was closely related to the fortune of the human race. He would never forget this bond of kinship even after he became a saint.

Fuxi laughed heartily, his face full of pride.

"Xuan Du, you are the light of our human race! Today you attain the Primordial Dao, and our Fire Cloud Cave presents you with a scroll of the Myriad Spirits of Humanity, refined by the Kongtong Seal. May the fortunes of our human race prosper forever!"

One after another, innate treasures and supreme divine objects that shook the heavens fell onto the high platform of Penglai Immortal Island as if they were free.

Various powerful cultivators, dragons from all over the world, and immortals from all realms knelt densely around the immortal island, shouting for the sage to live ten thousand years.

The entire Penglai Immortal Island was filled with such rich fortune that it transformed into countless tangible nine-colored divine dragons, which swirled and danced wildly in mid-air.

The disciples of the three religions stood tall, their faces beaming with pride.

This is the grandeur of the greatest sect in the primordial world!

However, just as this peaceful and festive atmosphere reached its peak...

Two discordant, desolate golden beams of light drifted slowly across the western horizon.

The air was filled with the sounds of chanting Buddhist hymns, and the bitter scent of sandalwood permeated the air.

The guide's face was sallow, and the three relics on his head emitted a dim halo. His face was wrinkled and looked as ugly as a bitter gourd.

Zhunti Daoist followed behind, the Seven Treasures Tree in his hand hanging at his side, looking dejected, as if he had just been whipped eight hundred times.

Neither of them wanted to come.

They would rather die than come!