Primordial Era: I, Tongtian, will slay all enemies!

Jieyin and Zhunti stared wide-eyed at the shattered formation, their faces filled with disbelief. "This... how is this possible?" Jieyin exclaimed.

Zhunti's eyes widened, muttering to himself, "Fuxi is at most a late-stage Quasi-Saint, how can he be so powerful?"

A strong sense of crisis welled up in the two men's hearts, and without thinking twice, they rushed towards Mount Sumeru. They knew that once they breached Mount Sumeru, the Western Sect would be doomed.

Seeing the barrier shatter, Tongtian was overjoyed and seized the opportunity to shout, "For your Holy Mother, warriors of the Great Shang, charge! For your Jie Sect, disciples of the Jie Sect, charge!"

When Di Xin looked at his grandmaster beside him, his impression of him as a stern and unsmiling man instantly changed.

Just as Tongtian finished speaking, the three forces of Jiejiao, Huoyun Cave, and the human race surged towards Mount Sumeru like a tidal wave.

A chorus of voices rose and fell, shouting, "Warriors, charge! Execute the Five Lights Principle!"

At this moment, Mount Sumeru was shrouded in a tense and oppressive atmosphere.

The Western Sect disciples hurriedly set up defenses halfway up the mountain, their faces filled with fear and panic.

Before long, the army had reached the halfway point of Mount Sumeru, but the traps had no effect. The Western Sect disciples had no choice but to retreat to Mount Sumeru and defend the highest point.

When Jieyin and Zhunti saw the danger in the direction of Mount Sumeru, their expressions became extremely solemn.

Jieyin frowned, a hint of worry flashing in his eyes; Zhunti, on the other hand, was filled with anger, gritting his teeth.

They transformed into two beams of light, rushing anxiously towards Mount Sumeru.

The Western Religion is the culmination of their efforts. If Mount Sumeru is lost, the foundation of the Western Religion, built up over tens of thousands of years, will be destroyed in an instant, and they will become a laughing stock in the prehistoric world.

Nuwa chased after the two at a great speed, but she still couldn't catch up with them, which made her feel even more contempt for them.

"Damn it, those two loan geniuses are only good at running away! They have absolutely no other skills!"

Just as Jieyin and Zhunti were rushing towards Mount Sumeru, Tongtian and Houtu suddenly appeared in front of them without warning, blocking their path.

Tongtian and Houtu looked down at Jieyin and Zhunti with arrogant expressions, their eyes full of disdain and mockery.

Upon seeing this, Zhunti's face turned ashen, and he gritted his teeth.

"Tongtian, Houtu, this matter has nothing to do with you two. Don't meddle in other people's business and get out of the way immediately, or don't blame us for not showing mercy!"

His heart was filled with anger and anxiety; at this critical juncture of life and death, he did not want any unforeseen changes.

Upon hearing this, Tongtian looked up and laughed loudly. His laughter was like rolling thunder, echoing between heaven and earth, full of mockery.

He looked down at the two of them, his head tilted back. "Oh? You two shouldn't forget the good deeds you did in my Jie Sect. Today, you two will watch your Western Sect be destroyed, hahahaha."

Just as the two sides were locked in a stalemate, the cultivators from all three sides were getting closer and closer to the location of the Western Sect disciples, and a great battle was about to break out.

The disciples of the Jie Sect and the children of the human race charged toward the Western Sect's defenses like wolves and tigers, with magical treasures flying everywhere and flashing light.

The Western Sect disciples fought desperately, and the clashes between magical treasures and the intertwining of spells created a dazzling spectacle in the sky.

However, just as everyone was preparing for a fierce battle, for some unknown reason, a force enveloped them, and everyone felt dizzy. When they came to their senses, they found themselves back on the outskirts of Mount Sumeru.

Everyone was completely bewildered, exchanging bewildered glances, not understanding what had happened in this sudden turn of events.

When Tongtian, Houtu, Nuwa, and the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors saw this scene, their faces were extremely ugly, but they were secretly delighted.

Jieyin and Zhunti's joy was palpable, as if they had seen a glimmer of hope.

"Junior brother, the teacher has arrived! Our Western religion is saved! We will finally not fail at the last minute!" Zhunti nodded, a glimmer of hope flashing in his eyes.

Suddenly, a dazzling light shone from directly above Mount Sumeru, forcing everyone to squint.

An old man with white hair and beard slowly descended, his figure seemingly merging with heaven and earth, exuding an aura of supreme power.

"Lying high in the nine heavens, on a futon, he attained the true Dao..." This was none other than Hongjun Daozu, whose appearance instantly silenced the entire scene.

When Tongtian, Houtu, and Nuwa saw Hongjun arrive, they immediately retreated to Di Xin's side.

Upon seeing Hongjun fully appear, Jieyin and Zhunti immediately flew to Hongjun's side, their eyes filled with grievance.

"Greetings, Master! Please do justice for your disciple! Nuwa, the human race, the Jie Sect, and Houtu have gone too far in bullying us. They are humiliating us like this and they don't respect you at all."

The guide's voice trembled with a sob, as if they were victims. Zhunti nodded repeatedly beside him, his eyes filled with pleading.

At this moment, Laozi, riding a green ox, Yuanshi, sitting in a nine-dragon sandalwood chariot, and Haotian all came to Hongjun to pay their respects.

"Greetings, Master." Hongjun nodded without saying anything more, then looked at the crowd below.

"Teacher, please do justice for my Western Sect and for your disciples! They want to destroy my Western Sect!"

"All of you may disperse. The great calamity is approaching. Do not let the primordial world suffer further." Hongjun's voice was calm but carried an undeniable majesty.

At this moment, Nuwa was about to step forward to explain, but Fuxi stopped her.

Fuxi looked at Nuwa, shook his head, and transmitted his voice, "Little sister, you'd better not step forward. After all, you are his disciple. Leave this matter to your brother."

Fuxi stepped forward, his expression respectful yet resolute.

"Your Majesty, this Zhunti insulted our Holy Mother, and after being discovered by our people, he went on a killing spree in Chaoge City, attempting to assassinate the King. We have come here to seek justice from the Western Sect. Are you trying to protect your disciple, Your Majesty?"

Fuxi was filled with anger. The human race had always been considered the weakest race, and now that they were being bullied by the Western Religion, they could take this opportunity to give other races in the prehistoric world a wake-up call.

He clenched his fists tightly, his eyes burning with rage. The human cultivators behind him also sensed his anger, gripping their weapons tightly, their eyes filled with hatred.

Upon hearing this, Hongjun was immediately enraged. He unleashed a divine might that was as heavy as Mount Tai pressing down. Apart from a few highly skilled cultivators, nine-tenths of the cultivators present were suppressed, kneeling on the ground, their faces pale and covered in cold sweat.

"Fuxi! I am the Dao Ancestor of the Primordial World, spreading the Dao throughout the primordial world, and can be considered your teacher. Are you questioning me?"

His eyes flashed with anger; as a being who had attained harmony with the Dao, his authority was beyond question.