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

Above the ruins of the Demon Realm, the Primordial Heavenly Dao merged with half of the Demon Realm's origin, and the purple aura of the entire world slowly dissipated.

The vast army of millions stood still, each one still savoring the benefits brought by the recent advancement of heaven and earth.

Many cultivators have been stuck at their bottleneck for tens of thousands of years, but just now, their Dao heart inexplicably became unobstructed.

Many of the Great Immortals had their eyes shining, for what used to be a dark cliff now seemed to offer a glimpse of a path.

However, despite their joy, everyone was actually quite clear-headed.

The victory in this cross-industry battle was entirely due to the leadership of Niu Ben, the senior disciple of the Xuanmen sect.

If it weren't for Niu Ben stomping on the Nine Extremes Divine Diagram and grinding the Holy Ancestor to dust with a millstone, everyone would be dead by now.

According to the rules set when the battle began, rewards would be distributed based on the performance of each side after the war.

Dao Ancestor Hongjun held the merit book in his hand. The top scorer was Niu Ben and the Three Pure Ones, even if he closed his eyes.

The remaining forces could at most get some scraps of ore from the demon realm, or capture a few spiritual veins to fill the mountains.

On the Western Sect's side, Zhunti Daoist rubbed his aching knees and quietly whispered in Jieyin Daoist's ear.

"Senior brother, we've made a wasted trip this time. Tens of thousands of Arhats and Buddha soldiers died, and we didn't even get a hair."

The guide, with a bitter expression, sighed and said, "Just being able to get back alive is a blessing. Don't think about those things. Didn't you see that even the Dao Ancestor was forced to back down by Niu Ben? The lion's share will definitely go to the Xuanmen."

Not only did the Western religion think this way, but the demon race also looked very unhappy.

Di Junsheng huddled behind the chariot, feeling utterly dejected.

The Wu tribe didn't seem to care much about profits. Zhu Rong carried the Vulcan Spear with a carefree attitude, grinning from ear to ear.

"Who cares what they divide up? Just watching Brother Niu Ben beat up that old monster makes me feel really good!"

Dijiang tapped Zhurong on the head and whispered, "Don't talk nonsense, the Dao Ancestor is still watching from up there."

Standing on the Twelfth Grade Karmic Fire Red Lotus, the Blood Sea Styx Ancestor had two Avici Primordial Slaughtering God Swords hidden in his sleeves, and he was also quite puzzled.

He had led the entire Asura clan on this expedition and killed quite a few Primordial Demon Generals, but compared to Niu Ben's record of slaughtering a Holy Ancestor, it was simply insignificant.

It seems that the Blood Sea will be completely out of reach for the highest reward this time.

Everyone thought that the upcoming rewards were just a formality, a way to show that the Xuanmen sect was now the only one in power.

Just then, Hongjun Daozu, who was standing on the purple cloud, made a move.

He lightly tapped the air with his bamboo staff, and a clear bell-like sound silenced the whispers across the battlefield.

All the powerful beings of the primordial world immediately straightened their backs and looked up at the Dao Ancestor.

Hongjun remained expressionless, his gaze sweeping over the various armies below, before slowly speaking.

"This campaign against the demon realm has been far more dangerous than anticipated."

"You all disregarded your own lives and fought across realms to the death, making unparalleled contributions to the primordial world."

"According to the old rules, the titles should be distributed one by one according to the number of battle merits, with the victor taking all the spoils."

Upon hearing this, Zhunti curled his lip, inwardly cursing, "Just as I thought, the Xuanmen is going to monopolize everything again."

Yuanshi Tianzun and Tongtian Jiaozhu remained calm, after all, their first disciple had made a great contribution, and it was only right that they should take the lion's share.

However, Hongjun's next words were like a bolt of lightning from the heavens, striking everyone directly.

Hongjun paused slightly, then gently waved his sleeve.

"However, this battle concerns the life and death of the primordial world, and all forces have come out in full force, suffering heavy losses."

"If we only consider personal gains, it would discourage the Dao spirits of those who fought bloody battles throughout the myriad realms."

"Therefore, I have just discussed with the will of Heaven and decided to change the method of reward."

"All the core forces that fight to the bitter end in this battle, regardless of their ranking, will receive unparalleled rewards and blessings!"

Upon hearing this, the entire Demon Realm Ruins instantly fell into a deathly silence.

Zhunti Daoist was stunned, picked at his ears, and wondered if he had misheard.

Old Ancestor Styx's eyes widened suddenly, and he almost ripped his beard off.

Zhu Rong opened his mouth wide, and almost dropped the Vulcan spear in his hand.

What does that mean?

Are we no longer ranking them by points?

Everyone gets a share?

Niu Ben stood not far away, arms crossed, his eyebrows slightly raised.

He sneered inwardly.

This old Taoist priest is quite skilled at winning people's hearts.

They just lost face here and had half of the Demon Realm's origin forcibly taken away, and now they're turning around and using the Heavenly Dao's reserves to do a favor.

This not only appeased the various forces that were intimidated by the power of the Xuanmen, but also made Hongjun appear fair and selfless, and incidentally, it also helped to balance the internal affairs of the prehistoric world.

However, Niu Ben didn't care. Anyway, the biggest piece of meat was already in his belly, and Hongjun could divide it however he wanted.

Hongjun looked at the stunned crowd below and his voice suddenly rose a few decibels.

"All top-tier lineages and tribes participating in the war will be bestowed with a supreme sacred artifact from another world!"

"This is the Saint's Crystal!"

"All members of the Witch Clan, Demon Clan, Western Religion, Netherworld Blood Sea, and the main lineage of the Human Race shall be granted a Saintly Crystal!"

boom!

The moment those four words were uttered from Hongjun's mouth, the sky above the Demon Realm Ruins exploded!

The minds of the powerful figures from various factions were buzzing, and some even wondered if they had fallen under the illusion of the demon realm!

Saintly Crystal!

That is a supreme treasure that can only be condensed by killing a ruler of the same level from another world!

A single crystal is equivalent to a living, breathing Primordial Saint!

The major powers originally thought they wouldn't even get a taste of the soup, but now Hongjun has actually given each of them a saintly seat.

The Taoist Zhunti was so excited that his fat body trembled, and he grabbed the monk's robe and shouted.

"Senior brother! Did you hear that! A Saint's Crystal! Our Western Sect has one too!"

The old man who had suffered from illness for many years could no longer hold back his tears. He grinned widely and chanted Buddhist mantras repeatedly.

The Styx Ancestor was so excited that his long hair danced wildly, and his bloodthirsty aura surged wildly throughout his body.

How many eons has he been stuck at the peak of Quasi-Saint level?

I dream of attaining enlightenment and becoming a saint!

I thought that the number of saints in the primordial world had been filled and that I could only be the second-in-command for ten thousand years. I never expected that a pie would fall from the sky today!

On the demon race's war chariot, Di Jun, Donghuang Taiyi, and the Demon Saint clutched their heads and screamed wildly.

With this Saint Crystal, the demon race can produce another true demon saint and restore the glory of ancient times!

Within the Wu tribe camp, Dijiang and Zhurong, along with other ancestral Wu, exchanged shocked glances.

On the human side, Huang Tian and Cang Jie stood behind Niu Ben, their eyes gleaming with fervent light.

"The Dao Ancestor is merciful! Heaven's Way is perfectly just!"

Zhunti was the first to lose his temper, and he knelt down on the auspicious cloud with a thud, leading all the disciples of the Western Sect in a frenzy of kowtowing.

Immediately afterwards, the Styx Ancestor, the demon saints, the witch warriors, and even the entire human alliance all bowed down to the void.

The thunderous shouts of gratitude shattered the remaining clouds of the demon realm.