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

Ten thousand years pass in the blink of an eye.

The stars beyond the primordial sky revolve endlessly, and the waves of the four seas rise and fall again.

After Daoist Duobao attained enlightenment in the East Sea, the entire prehistoric world entered a period of extremely oppressive tranquility.

Deep within the Ten Thousand Buddha Caves of Mount Sumeru in the Western Land.

The veins of the West, which have been dry and barren for millions of years, are now trembling violently deep underground.

The Taoist Zhunti sat under the withered Bodhi tree, holding prayer beads in his hand, muttering incantations, his eyelids twitching incessantly.

"Senior brother, Ksitigarbha has been sitting at the lowest level of the Netherworld for 30,000 years. That Saint Crystal should have completely dissolved by now."

The guide, his face gaunt, clasped his hands together and said softly, "Calm your mind."

"The Great Dao of Primordial Chaos cannot be rushed. Back then, Duobao had the protection of the Three Pure Ones, and Zhujiuyin had the assistance of the fortune of the Witch Realm."

"We in the West are all counting on this opportunity."

The Netherworld, deep within the eighteenth level of hell.

Endless karmic fire and malevolent energy of evil spirits intertwined in the void, and heart-wrenching wails echoed in all directions.

When Niu Ben was building the underworld in his early years, he specially arranged for Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva to guard this place, intending to use the evil energy of hell to temper his Taoist heart.

At this moment, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva sat cross-legged on a nine-tiered white jade lotus platform, his robe tattered and covered with bloodstains and incense ash.

A fist-sized ball of shimmering golden light appeared on his chest; it was the last Saint Crystal he had obtained from the Demon Realm.

The surface of the crystal was covered with cracks, and he was swallowing the rich, otherworldly primordial energy into his stomach, bite by bite.

"If I don't go to hell, who will?"

Ksitigarbha suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze devoid of any Buddhist compassion or hypocrisy, but instead filled with an almost insane obsession.

"I will not become a Buddha until hell is empty!"

"Only after all sentient beings are liberated can one attain enlightenment!"

The resounding vows instantly reverberated throughout the entire eighteen levels of hell.

The saintly crystal shattered completely with a crack, transforming into a surging golden torrent that frantically washed over his limbs and bones.

The three flowers on Ksitigarbha's head bloomed simultaneously in an instant, and the aura that originally belonged to the perfected Great Luo Golden Immortal surged upwards in a domineering manner.

The threshold of Hunyuan was forcefully smashed open at this moment!

The Yin energy of the Netherworld was instantly evaporated by this vast Buddhist light, spreading for hundreds of millions of miles.

Countless evil spirits let out mournful screams, their malevolent aura forcibly washed away by the golden light, transforming into pure merit and vows that flowed back into Ksitigarbha's body.

Inside the Yama's Palace, King Qin Guang, who was reviewing the Book of Life and Death, suddenly jerked his wrist, and the judge's pen fell directly onto the table.

"The eighteenth level of hell... someone is forcibly manipulating the earth's veins to achieve sainthood!"

The four powerful figures guarding the four directions—Eastern Ghost Emperor Xuandu, Southern Ghost Emperor Huanglong Zhenren, Western Ghost Emperor Jinling Shengmu, and Northern Ghost Emperor Chijingzi—were simultaneously awakened from the Daoist temple.

Xuan Du frowned slightly and looked towards the deepest part of the earth's veins: "It's Ksitigarbha of the Western Sect. He has finally taken that step."

"Boom!"

The Yellow Springs waters of the entire underworld flowed upstream, and the spider lilies along the Sanzu River all turned golden.

The white jade lotus platform beneath Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's throne grew wildly to a size of ten thousand feet, and a golden Buddha image that reached the heavens and the earth broke through the boundaries of the netherworld and pierced straight into the earth!

Above Mount Sumeru, the sky was filled with the light of Buddha, flowers rained down from the heavens, and golden lotuses sprang from the ground!

The Taoist Zhunti suddenly stood up, his sorrowful expression instantly replaced by wild joy.

"It's done! Hahahaha! The West finally has its third Primordial Chaos Warrior!"

Zhunti laughed wildly, his voice so loud that rocks tumbled down from Mount Sumeru.

The guide slowly exhaled a breath of white air, his clasped hands trembling slightly.

"Heaven blesses the West; the opportunity for great prosperity has finally arrived."

Golden light pierced through the nine heavens, and countless phantoms of Arhats and Bodhisattvas appeared in the void beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, chanting in unison.

The colossal image of Ksitigarbha stands at the boundary between the underworld and the human world, holding a precious pearl in one hand and a staff in the other, his primordial holy might sweeping across the four seas and eight wastelands.

"I am Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva of the West. Today, I have delivered countless evil spirits from hell, enabling them to realize their true nature and attain enlightenment on the spot!"

The grand Buddhist chants resounded throughout the entire primordial world.

The divine thoughts of the great powers from various Daoist lineages intersected in the void in an instant.

Standing atop Wuzhuang Temple, Zhen Yuanzi gazed at the golden pillar of light soaring into the sky in the west, stroked his beard, and smiled bitterly: "Even Ksitigarbha has become one... In this primordial world, there are so many sages that they can hardly contain them all."

In the Biyou Palace on Jin'ao Island, Daoist Duobao opened his eyes, his eyes shimmering with countless treasures. He glanced briefly at the west before closing his eyes again and sitting in meditation.

Deep within the Ten Thousand Mountains, inside the Qingniu Ancestral Temple.

Niu Ben was sitting at the stone table, holding a freshly roasted lamb leg in his hand, eating it with his mouth full of oil.

He didn't even lift his eyelids when he felt the tremor coming from underground; he simply tossed the bone to the spirit dog at his feet.

Niu Ba walked out of the side hall carrying a jar of old wine. Hearing the Buddhist chant that resounded throughout the world, he shouted a curse.

"Damn it, that bald monk has been chanting scriptures underground for so many years, and he's actually made a name for himself?"

"Son, will this bald monk who's become a saint cause trouble in our underworld?"

Niu Ben wiped his mouth with his sleeve and grinned.

"Trying to cause trouble in the underworld? He'd better have three lives!"

"He's a saint elsewhere, but in the underworld, he's just a gatekeeper for me."

"Dad, you can drink in peace. If he dares to lash out, I'll slap him back to Mount Sumeru."

Niu Ba grinned from ear to ear, slapping open the mud seal on the wine jar: "That's right, even that scruffy bird that became a saint was beaten like a chick by you, so a mere chanter can't cause any trouble!"

However, the Buddha's light in the void did not stop there.

The extraordinary phenomenon of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's attainment of sainthood completely triggered the long-accumulated tide of fortune in the primordial world.

The spiritual veins throughout the western lands roared, seemingly announcing the rise of the West to the entire primordial world.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva slowly retracted his Dharma form, stepped out of the underworld, and his figure transformed into a dazzling golden rainbow, heading straight for Mount Sumeru.

When he was traveling hundreds of millions of miles above the Ten Thousand Mountains, he very discreetly withdrew the holy light around his body and even deliberately slowed down his escape speed, obediently circling around a huge semicircle.

At the summit of Mount Sumeru, Cundi and Jieyin had already descended from the clouds to greet them.

"Disciple Ksitigarbha pays respects to the two leaders, I have not failed in my mission!"

Ksitigarbha knelt on both knees and paid homage.

Zhunti helped him up, his eyes narrowing into slits with laughter: "Good! Good! From this day forward, you will be the leader of the Western Netherworld Sect, and together with me, you will rule the great Western sect!"

The Guide Daoist gazed at the ten directions of heaven and earth, his tone profound: "With Ksitigarbha attaining sainthood, the Witch, Demon, Mystic, and Buddha realms all have Hunyuan presiding over them."

"Never since the beginning of time have there been so many sages living together in the world."

"A world of great sages and fierce competition, the true calamity... is about to arrive."

Zhunti's smile faded. He looked eastward and asked in a low voice, "Senior brother, now that we have sufficient strength, what about those Hundred Thousand Mountains..."

Jieyin suddenly raised his hand, interrupting Zhunti's words.

"Don't seek your own death. That ox is not under the jurisdiction of the Heavenly Dao, and its strength is unfathomable. Even the Dao Ancestor cannot do anything about it."

"The current strategy is to take advantage of this chaotic situation where all the saints are standing together to compete for control of the destiny of humanity and the primordial land."

Zhunti nodded thoughtfully, a calculating glint in his eyes.

Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, the gates of Zixiao Palace, which had been tightly closed for tens of thousands of years, finally cracked open today, revealing a deep, dark fissure.

An indescribable power of the Heavenly Dao overflowed from inside the palace gates, causing the Heavenly Dao rules of the entire primordial world to become violently disordered.

At this moment, all the powerful beings above the Hunyuan realm felt a strange sense of unease rising in their hearts.

Niu Ben stood at the entrance of the ancestral hall, raised his head, his gaze piercing through the Thirty-Three Heavens, looking towards the direction of Zixiao Palace, a cold smile appearing on his lips.

"Old Daoist Hongjun, after playing dead for so long, are you finally about to flip the table?"

He raised his hand, and the world-destroying millstone appeared faintly in his palm, ready to shatter the heavens at any moment.