Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

After the discussion on the Dao at the Celestial Immortal level concluded, the atmosphere among the disciples of the three religions immediately soared.

Next up is the Xuanxian Realm Arena.

Compared to the Celestial Immortal Realm, the battles in the Profound Immortal Realm are more intense. The disciples on both sides have a deeper understanding of the laws, their supernatural powers are more powerful, and their primordial spirits have begun to evolve into immortal mysteries.

In the Western Religion, a young disciple caught Huanglong's attention.

This young man has a resolute face and clear eyes with a stubbornness in them. Although his cultivation level is not the highest in this realm, his tempering of his body is extremely high, and he already exudes a trace of immortality.

With one defensive supernatural power, he is difficult for the disciples of the Jie Sect to break through with their magic weapons. In addition, he has a secret technique that can induce karma and shock the soul. Once it is used, it will instantly make the opponent lose their mind and open up a huge opening.

At this moment, Huanglong also learned the true name of this Western Sect disciple, who was none other than Ksitigarbha.

Huanglong watched as Dizang crushed his way through the arena until he was the only one left on the stage.

Looking at Dizang, who had won first place in the Xuanxian realm, a sense of strangeness and surprise arose in his heart.

'Ksitigarbha… at this moment, he's still just a Profound Immortal cultivator who hasn't even reached the Golden Immortal realm?'

Thinking of the legendary Ksitigarbha who vowed "I will not become a Buddha until hell is empty" and suppressed the underworld, Huanglong couldn't help but marvel at the mystery of time and cause and effect.

In the past, Ksitigarbha was just a precious pearl covered in dust, but today it is finally revealing its own great radiance.

Ksitigarbha's victory prompted Jieyin and Zhunti to nod slightly in approval, finally winning back a point.

Looking at Ksitigarbha on the arena, Zhunti said to Jieyin, "This Ksitigarbha has good talent. After returning to Mount Sumeru, take him as your personal disciple!"

The guide nodded.

Next up is the main event, which also boasts the most generous rewards and the fiercest competition—the Golden Immortal Realm Arena Tournament!

On the Chan Sect's side, the Golden Immortals such as Julusun, Cihang, Manjushri, and Samantabhadra rose up one after another, their bodies surrounded by immortal light and exuding natural Taoist charm, preparing to ascend the stage.

On the Jie Sect's side, led by Qiongxiao and Bixiao, several powerful Golden Immortal disciples were also eager to fight.

The Western religion, centered around the smiling Maitreya Buddha, was surrounded by several accomplished Golden Immortal disciples, their immortal auras blending together, creating an extraordinary presence.

Almost everyone vying for those two unknown rewards has gathered here.

On the arena, two figures, their true forms concealed by the saints and shrouded in a faint spiritual light, attracted all the fervent gazes.

War is imminent.

Huang Long looked towards the Western Sect disciples' camp, his gaze landing on Maitreya, whose smile seemed simple and honest, but whose eyes gleamed with shrewdness.

At this moment, any disciple who still has a chance to step onto this Golden Immortal realm arena must have a cultivation level at least at the late Golden Immortal stage.

As for disciples at the early and middle stages of the Golden Immortal realm, they have neither powerful supernatural abilities nor innate spiritual treasures to rely on to cross a realm.

In terms of cultivation level, magic weapon, and supernatural power, they are inferior.

Therefore, these disciples are self-aware enough to stay offstage and watch the show; going on stage would only bring them humiliation.

"Buzz—"

A soft hum resounded, causing a slight ripple in the air.

The first to leap onto the Golden Immortal arena was Lingya Immortal, a late-stage Golden Immortal disciple of the Jie Sect and one of the Seven Immortals who served the Tongtian Sect Master. His true form was a white jade spirit elephant that had attained enlightenment, and he was fierce in nature.

He was tall and muscular, with a fierce aura and celestial light intertwined around him, creating a unique and oppressive presence.

After taking the stage, he looked around, his sharp, knife-like gaze finally settling on the Western Sect disciples' camp, his purpose self-evident.

Regardless of the conflicts between the Jie Sect and the Chan Sect, in this situation where the four sects are discussing the Dao and the face of the Three Pure Ones is at stake, it is still necessary to unite against the outside world first, so as to show the true nature of the disciples of the three sects!

"I've come to experience the supernatural powers of my senior brother, the Interceptor."

Under the watchful eyes of the disciples, a late-stage Golden Immortal from the Western Sect leaped onto the arena.

This man was dressed in simple hemp clothing, his face was withered, but he had a pair of unusually bright eyes. He was a disciple of the Sage and called himself "The Ascetic Monk".

He didn't possess any particularly powerful magical treasures; his only reliance was on several relics formed from his own golden body after enduring countless hardships, which hung above his head, casting a faint golden glow, and his powerfully tempered physical body as he fought against them.

"Good timing!"

Lingya Xian let out a low roar, his voice like thunder. Without saying another word, his body swelled up, and an enormous elephant hoof appeared above the arena, carrying the vastness of tearing through the air, and stomped straight on the head of the ascetic monk!

Before the wind even arrived, the savage and fierce aura pressed down, causing many disciples with slightly weaker cultivation levels to feel their minds tremble, even though they were separated by the arena's restrictions.

The ascetic monk remained expressionless, clasped his hands together, and then suddenly thrust them upwards.

A golden light shone brightly in his palm, and the several relics spun around, transforming into numerous palm prints, each one solid and heavy, containing immense power.

"boom!"

"boom......!"

The hooves collided, producing a deafening bang.

The shockwave emanated from the two individuals, crashing into the arena's barriers, but was instantly swallowed up by the arena without dissipating in the slightest.

Lingya Xian's attacks were relentless, unleashing a barrage of supernatural powers. At times, countless elephant shadows would collide with the arena, and at other times, an elephant trunk would lash out, causing the arena to be filled with dazzling light and surging energy.

The ascetic monk, like a reef in a raging storm, withstood wave after wave of attacks with his powerful physical body and the power of his relics.

His punches and kicks were simple and unadorned, yet each strike was powerful and heavy. The unique immortal light of the Western Sect disciples collided with the immortal light of Shangqing, producing bursts of explosions.

A moment later, Lingya Xian spotted an opening and suddenly summoned a white, crescent-shaped giant blade, which was the "Crescent Blade," an acquired spiritual treasure forged by Tongtian from his own ivory.

Carrying a vast aura of bloodlust, it slashed straight at the chest of the ascetic monk!

The ascetic monk reacted extremely quickly; with a thought, three relics instantly overlapped and appeared in front of him.

With a crisp "ding!", the crescent blade collided with the relic. The ascetic monk's relic only managed to withstand the attack for a moment before its golden light dimmed and it scattered. A corner of the ascetic monk's protective golden light was torn off, and he staggered and flew backward, crashing into the arena's barrier, creating a ripple.

A trickle of golden blood spilled from the corner of the ascetic monk's mouth, and his life force rapidly diminished.

With its golden body broken, it has already fallen.

"Hahaha! Again." Lingya Xian retracted her crescent blade and stood proudly on the arena. Although her aura was somewhat disordered, her fighting spirit was even stronger.

High above, the Tongtian Sect Master nodded slightly, flicked his finger, and a stream of extremely pure innate spiritual energy fell from the void and entered Lingya Immortal's body.

Lingya Xian's body trembled, and the exhaustion from the previous battle was instantly replenished. Her body shone with light, and she returned to her peak condition. Without needing to meditate to adjust, she could face the next challenger.

This is the method of a sage, seizing the creation of heaven and earth.

Three or four Western Sect disciples who were in the late stage of Golden Immortals leaped onto the arena, each displaying their supernatural powers. Some wielded the Vajra Pestle, some created the Blissful Illusion, and some revealed the immortal golden body of Golden Immortals. Unfortunately, they were all defeated by Lingya Immortal, who had recovered to his peak state. After a fierce battle, Lingya Immortal used his "Crescent Blade" to slash them off the arena several times.

"Well done, junior brother! You've secured two treasures!"