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

At the moment when Xuandu attained the Primordial Chaos at Mount Sumeru, Daoist Zhunti almost smashed his own Sumeru Temple on the spot.

They, the Western religion, have painstakingly planned for countless eons, using deception and trickery to guide people everywhere, and only with great difficulty have they managed to accumulate this little bit of wealth.

As it turned out, the Eastern Xuanmen sect fared much better.

First, that freak Niu Ben suddenly appeared out of nowhere, dominating all realms.

Now Xuandu has inexplicably become a saint again!

The Xuanmen sect now boasts four Saint-level warriors, and with Niu Ben, a monster whose power rivals that of the Heavenly Dao Realm, the Western Sect is utterly insignificant compared to them.

But would they dare not come?

dare not!

The Dao Ancestor issued a decree that a hundred years later, they would set out to conquer another world.

If the Western Sect were to be absent from the New Saint Ceremony at this time, the Three Pure Ones and Niu Ben could easily find an excuse to directly overthrow Mount Lingjiu and Mount Sumeru.

Zhunti took a deep breath, forced a smile that looked worse than a grimace, and strode forward.

"Congratulations on your attainment of sainthood, my nephew Xuandu! Our Western Sect has come to offer our congratulations."

Zhunti Daoist fumbled in his sleeve for a long time and pulled out a relic that emitted a faint Buddhist light, as well as three ordinary-looking sixth-grade golden lotus flowers of merit.

Even so, when Zhunti handed it over, his fingers were still trembling wildly, and his heart was bleeding with heartache.

The West is poor!

To gather these items, he turned over the silt at the bottom of the pond on Mount Sumeru three times.

Zhao Gongming, who was standing nearby, craned his neck to take a look and couldn't help but sneer.

"Oh, the two Western religious leaders are truly generous, offering three sixth-grade golden lotuses as a congratulatory gift. Are they here to appease beggars?"

These words, spoken without any attempt at concealment, sounded particularly jarring on the quiet fairy island.

The disciples of the Chan and Jie sects immediately burst into laughter.

Bixiao laughed so hard she was shaking, her words dripping with venom.

"If my two senior uncles really can't offer anything, why don't you take back the ginseng fruit skin that my Jie Sect left over and soak it in water to drink? That would add some spiritual energy to the West."

Zhunti Daoist's face instantly changed from sallow to liver-colored, and the veins on his forehead bulged, as if he could barely suppress the anger within him.

Deceiving too much!

This is absolutely outrageous!

The guide quickly grabbed Zhunti's shoulder, gritted his teeth, and slowly spoke.

"The West is barren and cannot compare to the abundance of the East. This is just a small gift, and I hope that Senior Brother Sanqing and Fellow Daoist Niu Ben will forgive me."

The Supreme Sage didn't even lift an eyelid.

Yuanshi Tianzun snorted coldly, his expression extremely indifferent.

The Tongtian Sect Leader didn't even glance at them, preoccupied with exchanging toasts with the Styx Ancestor.

In the very center of the high platform, Niu Ben looked at Jieyin and Zhunti with a half-smile.

Niu Ben took a step forward, and the oppressive aura of the Primordial Taiji Golden Immortal descended with a thunderous roar, accurately enveloping the shoulders of the two Western Saints.

Click!

Jieyin and Zhunti's bodies suddenly sank downwards, and the void beneath their feet shattered inch by inch.

The two looked up in horror, feeling as if a chaotic god-demon capable of crushing this world with a flick of his wrist was standing before them, making even breathing extremely difficult.

Niu Ben looked down at them, his tone mocking yet carrying an undeniable air of dominance.

"It's a small gift but a big sentiment. Since the two sect leaders are so thoughtful, I'll accept this on behalf of Junior Brother Xuandu."

Niu Ben casually grabbed the relic and the golden lotus in his hand and threw them directly to the human-spirited beast, the Green Ox, who was guarding the gate.

"Take this to line a nest."

Zhunti nearly spat out a mouthful of blood.

Niu Ben's smile faded, his eyes narrowed, and he stared coldly at the two Westerners.

"The gifts have been taken, but the Emperor of the Storybooks must say this beforehand."

"There are less than ten years left until the centennial celebration."

"When the hundred-year period arrives, all the Primordial Chaos Realm Primordial beings and Quasi-Saints will gather in the Demon Realm to launch an expedition."

Niu Ben took a step forward, and the powerful pressure almost suffocated Zhunti.

"Anyone who dares to pull any dirty tricks behind our backs, or who doesn't put in the effort..."

Niu Ben grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth, exuding a murderous aura.

"I wouldn't mind taking down Mount Sumeru before heading to the Demon Realm."

The guide trembled and quickly pulled Zhunti to bow and accept the order.

"I will obey... Fellow Daoist Niu Ben's decree!"

Time flies like water; ninety years have passed in the blink of an eye, and the remaining ten years will be gone in the blink of an eye as well.

This day.

boom!

An ancient bell, its origin unknown, suddenly and unexpectedly resounded deep within the consciousness of all living beings in the primordial world.

The will of Heaven sent forth a response, and at this moment, the river of time and space rippled violently.

The century-long period has finally arrived!

The originally rich and peaceful atmosphere of the entire primordial world instantly dissipated, replaced by an extreme battle intent that was chilling to the bone.

Demon world.

As a subsidiary world created by Niu Ben with his supreme supernatural powers, this place has magnificent mountains, and the movement of stars depends entirely on the great array.

Today, in the most central wilderness of the demon realm, an ancient platform millions of feet high, entirely constructed of primordial chaotic black stone, rises from the ground.

Commanding Platform!

At the very center of the high platform, a black battle flag that blots out the sky flutters in the wind, with a large "Hong" character engraved on it in ancient, chaotic characters that are written in a flamboyant and elegant style!

Every time the flag flutters, it causes a violent collapse of the surrounding void for billions of miles.

On the land of the demon realm, an area spanning millions of miles had long been completely filled with densely packed battle formations.

A demonic aura soared to the heavens!

Xihe, clad in a crimson-gold Taiyin Star God Armor, stood heroically at the front of the Ten Thousand Demons Formation, wielding a top-grade innate spiritual treasure.

Behind her were elite demon soldiers led by hundreds of demon kings.

Each demon cultivator wore heavy armor forged from the iron essence of the Ten Thousand Mountains, and their eyes gleamed with boundless wildness and rage.

"roar!"

Ancestor Qingniu, a Grandmaster of the Primordial Golden Immortal realm, pounded his chest and let out a roar that could shatter mountains and rivers.

"Follow the King on his expedition! Conquer this other world!"

"Crush this other world! Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Millions of demon soldiers stamped their feet in unison, causing the entire demon realm continent to tremble violently. Boundless malevolent energy almost condensed into substantial dark clouds, pressing down on the sky and threatening to collapse.

Just as the demon realm's fighting spirit was soaring.

Click!

Suddenly, a giant golden hand tore open the void in the east, creating a rift that stretched for millions of miles.

Immediately afterwards, countless chants of Buddhist hymns surged forth from the crack, celestial maidens scattered flowers, golden springs gushed from the earth, and a vast and magnificent Buddhist light forcefully tore apart the evil aura that filled the demon realm.

The army of the Western Church has arrived!

The Guide and the Cundi were seated high on the Nine-Rank Merit Golden Lotus and the Bodhi Tree, their faces solemn and stern.

Behind them lies the entire wealth of Western Christianity.

Three thousand golden Arhats rode on auspicious clouds, while eight hundred Garan generals held vajras and lined up in perfect unison.

Medicine Buddha, Maitreya Bodhisattva, and other top quasi-saints stood beside the two saints, their bodies radiating countless rays of Buddha light. They appeared solemn and dignified, but deep in their eyes, they all concealed a hint of tension.

This time, Western religions have really brought out their life savings.

There was nothing they could do; the harsh words Niu Ben uttered on Penglai Island back then were still echoing in their ears.