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

At the same time, the entire primordial world was plunged into an unprecedented tremor.

The divine thoughts of various Daoist lineages and reclusive great beings intertwined wildly in the void.

Deep within the Netherworld Blood Sea, the Styx Ancestor sat atop a crimson lotus of karmic fire, large beads of cold sweat streaming down his forehead.

"He's gone mad... completely mad!"

"He caught the Chaos Bell with his bare hands, slapped Donghuang Taiyi across the face, tore up the Dao Ancestor's decree in front of him, and forced the Eye of Heavenly Punishment to retreat on its own!"

"By my decree, from this day forward, all members of my Asura clan shall give way to the Bull Clan!"

"Anyone who dares to linger near the Ten Thousand Mountains, I will personally skin them alive and burn them to the ground!"

Wanshoushan Wuzhuang Temple

Zhen Yuanzi wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, looked at the Book of Earth that had been tucked back into his sleeve, and shook his head repeatedly.

"Fellow Daoist, back then, when my old friend Hongyun gifted the Primordial Purple Qi to Niu Ben, it truly forged an incredible and immense karmic bond."

"From now on, the Ten Thousand Mountains will be the number one forbidden area in the primordial world. Even a Heavenly Saint would lose a layer of skin if he stepped into it."

Western sacred mountain, Great Thunder Temple.

Zhunti Daoist slumped on the Nine-Rank Merit Golden Lotus, his face ashen, and the Seven Treasures Tree in his hand swayed slightly.

"Senior brother, what should we do with our Western Religion from now on?"

"We originally hoped that Taiyi's ascension to sainthood would restrain the Xuanmen and the Niu Clan, but he couldn't even withstand a single punch!"

"This ox has become too powerful; even the laws of Heaven cannot control it. When will our grand ambition for the great prosperity of the West be realized?"

The guide, his face full of bitterness, clasped his hands together and chanted Buddhist mantras.

"Tolerate."

"All is lost; only forbearance remains."

"The mountain is sealed off for seclusion, Ksitigarbha's ascension to sainthood is temporarily postponed, and he must not provoke the Ten Thousand Mountains in the slightest for the next ten thousand years."

Not only are the various independent cultivators and sects in distress, but even the demon realm is shrouded in gloom and despair.

Inside the Demon Emperor's Palace, Emperor Jun sat on his throne, his face deathly pale, with bloodstains at the corners of his mouth.

Donghuang Taiyi lay on the jade bed, his body wrapped in bandages woven from the Golden Crow Divine Fire. His face was so swollen that his original heroic appearance was unrecognizable, and painful groans came from his throat.

"Brother... I swear I will not rest until this grudge is avenged!"

Taiyi squeezed out these words through gritted teeth, his eyes bloodshot.

Di Jun slammed his fist on the table and roared, "Shut up!"

"Aren't you embarrassed enough already?!"

"If it weren't for the Dao Ancestor intervening at the last moment, and if I hadn't swallowed my pride and knelt down to beg for mercy, you would already be roasted bird legs served as snacks on the back mountain today!"

Donghuang Taiyi froze, clenching his teeth in humiliation, and remained silent.

Di Jun took a deep breath, his eyes flashing with pain and helplessness.

"Pass down the order: within three days, uproot half of the top-grade spiritual veins of the demon realm and send them to the Hundred Thousand Mountains."

"Break off three main branches from the Fusang Divine Tree of the Sun Star, along with eighty percent of the treasures in the treasury, pack them all together and send them over."

The White Ze Demon Saint's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly stepped forward: "Your Majesty! That's the wealth our demon race has accumulated over countless eons! If we give it all away, the demon race won't be able to recover for millions of years!"

Di Jun closed his eyes, his voice filled with desolation.

"deliver!"

"If even one item is missing, that ox will come to the demon realm to retrieve it itself. Then it won't be just an apology; it will be the extermination of your entire clan!"

Bai Ze sighed and had no choice but to bow and accept the order before retreating.

Three days later, a vast and imposing demon delegation, escorting thousands of treasure ships laden with rare and precious artifacts and endless spiritual essences, cautiously landed at the foot of the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

Niu Ba personally led the Niu clan elders to count the valuables. Looking at the piles of innate spiritual roots and top-grade divine materials that radiated dazzling light, he couldn't stop smiling.

"Those two scruffy birds know what's good for them!"

"Go back and tell Dijun that he should stay in the Demon Realm from now on. If he dares to come out and act all high and mighty again, I'll have Niu Ben tear down the Demon Emperor's Palace and build a cowshed for him!"

The demon envoy was so frightened that he knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly, then scrambled back to the demon realm.

This epic battle between saints that shook the entire primordial world has come to a complete end.

This battle completely rewrote the primordial order of the world.

The Ten Thousand Mountains became a truly forbidden zone, and no matter if you were a Primordial Great Power or a Heavenly Saint, you had to obediently detour for hundreds of millions of miles when passing over the Ten Thousand Mountains.

Under the overwhelming power, the turbulent and desolate land suddenly ushered in a rare period of peace.

Deep within the Green Ox Ancestral Hall, Niu Ben sat cross-legged, with the main branch of the Fusang Divine Tree and a massive amount of resources sent by the demon race floating in front of him.

He casually polished the hibiscus wood into two warm and smooth jade hairpins and handed them to Chang Xi and Xi He beside him.

"Wear them for fun, they suit you guys quite well."

The two women happily accepted the gift, and the ancestral hall was filled with peace and warmth.

Niu Ben raised his head, his gaze piercing through the void, looking into the endless depths of the primordial wilderness, his eyes flashing with a profound light.

"Eternal peace... Who will shatter that peace next?"

Niu Ben muttered to himself, slowly closed his eyes, and continued to circulate the Chaos Divine Ox Scripture within his body, immersing himself in a long period of cultivation.

In the path of cultivation, time knows no bounds; a few days in the mountains can feel like a thousand years in the mortal world.

Since Donghuang Taiyi's defeat at the Ten Thousand Mountains, ten thousand years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Over these ten thousand years, the entire primordial world maintained a strange yet stable balance.

The Heavenly Dao has retreated, and the gates of Zixiao Palace are tightly closed. For ten thousand years, not a single decree has been issued.

Dao Ancestor Hongjun seemed to have completely fallen into a deep state of enlightenment and no longer concerned himself with the conflicts of the mortal world.

After the demon realm lost most of its resources, it completely sealed off all passages to the primordial land. Di Jun and Tai Yi both entered a life-or-death seclusion to do their best to remove the remaining laws of destruction within their bodies.

The Western Spiritual Mountain has extended its protective array to its limit, refusing to accept new disciples for ten thousand years. The two saints, Jieyin and Zhunti, spend their days sitting under the Bodhi tree, meditating on the Dharma of Nirvana, keeping a low profile as if they had been erased from the primordial world.

Only the Ten Thousand Mountains, nourished by abundant resources, have reached the pinnacle of prosperity.

The once rugged and primitive mountain range has now been nourished by countless top-grade spiritual veins, transforming it into a supreme fairyland.

Spiritual springs gush forth, auspicious herbs carpet the ground, and a thousand-foot-long spiritual waterfall cascades down from the heavens, transforming into a dense primordial spiritual mist that envelops mountains and rivers spanning tens of millions of miles.

Calf calves frolic and roll around in the piles of spiritual herbs all over the mountains and plains. Even the ordinary calves that are just born have the cultivation of an Earth Immortal and are born with bodies as strong as iron.

In the spiritual fields behind the mountain, Niu Ba, dressed in a coarse cloth short jacket with his trousers rolled up, was loosening the soil around a patch of innate vermilion fruit while carrying a Hunyuan iron hoe.

"Old man, take a break and have some Ganoderma lucidum tea."

The cow mother came out of the bamboo hut carrying a white jade tea tray and handed the teacup to the cow tyrant with a smile.

Niu Ba wiped the sweat from his forehead, picked up the teacup and drank it all in one gulp, smacking his lips as he sighed.

"This is wonderful! Life here is even more comfortable than being an emperor in Heaven!"

"Back then, we were just a declining demon clan in these Hundred Thousand Mountains. Who would have thought we'd end up like this?"