Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

Look at the first figure to appear on the arena!

At that moment, the pulpit was completely silent.

The saints were also surprised. The Taiqing Saint, who had been keeping his eyes down, slowly raised them and looked at the first figure to appear on the arena with some doubt.

The Taiyi Realm cultivators from the Chan Sect looked astonished, and Guang Chengzi's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

On the Jie Sect's side, Duobao's smile froze, Jinling wore a bitter smile, Zhao Gongming's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and even the aloof Yunxiao glanced at him slightly.

The Western Buddhist monks, Medicine Buddha and Mahasthamaprapta, also had solemn expressions.

It's him!

【Xuan Du!】

He was the first one to take the stage?

Although his cultivation is the strongest, both sides are suppressed to the same realm in this arena. If he goes first, wouldn't that mean he will expose all his methods?

[Wouldn't he be interested in the treasures bestowed by the saint?]

In everyone's impression, Xuandu has always been a person who inherited the Daoist spirit of tranquility and non-action of the Taiqing Sage.

No one expected that he would stand in the center of the Taiyi Realm arena at this moment, with such a calm yet incredibly powerful demeanor!

What shocked everyone even more was that Xuan Du, who had been expressionless the whole time, now had a very faint smile on his lips.

That wasn't mockery, nor arrogance, but rather a... relaxed smile, as if one could finally stretch their muscles a bit?

"I'm going to take on ten!"

Huanglong watched the slight curve of Xuandu's lips and silently provided the voiceover.

His gaze calmly swept over the Taiyi Realm disciples of the three religions below the stage, finally settling on the Western Sect disciples.

His voice was clear and melodious, yet carried an inexplicable confidence:

"The Mysterious Capital of the Human Religion is here."

"Would you all like to come and challenge us?"

Although Xuandu addressed them as "everyone," his gaze was fixed on the Western Sect disciples, his meaning being self-evident.

……

After a brief silence, one figure couldn't contain himself and flew onto the arena first.

"Western Religion, Great Strength Bodhisattva, please enlighten me, Fellow Daoist Xuandu!"

Mahasthamaprapta has a handsome face and exudes a bright and courageous Daoist aura. At this moment, he faces Xuandu as if he were a formidable enemy.

Xuandu possesses the highest cultivation among all Taiyi Realm cultivators, and as the only direct disciple of the Taiqing Sage, he is undoubtedly the strongest opponent in this Taiyi Realm arena.

The Great Power came up with nothing but its own.

He formed a hand seal, and his body radiated boundless light and courage. The light condensed into a tangible, crystal-like flame that burned the void and swept straight up Xuandu!

At the same time, he murmured some inexplicable Daoist chants, and countless sound waves transformed into golden Daoist patterns, engulfing Xuandu from all directions and directly affecting his soul.

This is a secret supernatural power transmitted by the Western religion!

Faced with an attack that would have made even an ordinary Taiyi Golden Immortal flustered, Xuandu simply raised his right hand.

He held his fingers together like a pen and made abstract strokes in the air.

There was no dazzling spiritual light, no violent fluctuations of magical power, only a faint Daoist charm flowing from his fingertips.

In an instant, the rules around him seemed to be rewritten. The surging torrent of Dao patterns, when it approached within three zhang of him, seemed to encounter a black hole that devoured everything, and silently disintegrated and dissipated.

It did not break the magic with force, but rather "devoured" the structure of the supernatural power from the root!

Mahasthamaprapta's pupils contracted sharply, realizing that his supernatural powers could not harm Xuandu.

He immediately let out a low shout, revealing his golden body form with three heads and six arms, each wielding a spiritual treasure. Using the secret golden body combat technique of the Western Sect, he charged towards Xuandu with the immense power to crush divine mountains and shake stars, intending to suppress him in close combat.

Xuan Du's expression remained unchanged, and he instead took a step forward.

A simple punch was delivered.

"Boom!"

A deafening roar erupted, sending terrifying and violent ripples flying. The space above the arena seemed to shatter, and black lines intersected as pure and terrifying power waves bombarded the barriers at the edge of the arena, creating ripples.

Xuandu's seemingly ordinary fist collided fiercely with the strongest attack of the Mahasthamaprapta Golden Body Dharma Form.

The scene that Xuan was expected to be blasted away did not occur. Instead, the solid and indestructible golden body dharma image shook violently, and even fine cracks appeared on its surface!

Mahasthamaprapta felt a vast and boundless power penetrate his body. This power was not simply fierce, but also contained a continuous tail force that directly shattered his Dharma form.

He groaned, and as his three-headed, six-armed Dharma form instantly disintegrated, he staggered back to the edge of the arena before barely managing to steady himself, his face filled with horror.

A golden body in the flesh!

Xuandu's cultivation level is not only at the peak of the Taiyi realm, but his physical cultivation level is also at the peak of the Taiyi realm.

Cultivating both the physical body and the Dharma!

Xuandu's mastery of body refinement has reached such a level!

Far surpassing some cultivators known for their physical strength!

The disciples present were all amazed by the formidable power that Xun Du's physical body unleashed.

As Huang Long watched the vast power stir up ripples in the barriers around the arena, his previously spectator-like expression instantly turned into one of intense focus.

After comparing the power of Xuan Tu's punch, Huang Long realized that if he hadn't received a gift from Pangu on Buzhou Mountain, he would have been no match for Xuan Du at the same level.

"Junior brother, you flatter me." Xuandu withdrew his fist and stood up, his breathing as steady as ever.

Mahasthamaprapta knew that the gap between them was enormous. If the other party had not shown mercy, he would not have been able to simply have his Dharma form shattered; his entire body would have been reduced to ashes.

Faced with this situation, Mahasthamaprapta could only give a wry smile, put his palms together in a gesture of respect, and said, "Brother Xuandu's supernatural powers are boundless; this humble Daoist has lost."

He then stepped down from the stage in disappointment.

In the first battle in Xuandu, it was a casual affair; the sailor broke through the supernatural power and smashed the Dharma body with his physical body.

He utterly crushed a Taiyi Realm cultivator from the Western Sect!

A collective gasp rippled through the audience. The initial doubts vanished instantly, replaced by an overwhelming sense of gravity.

After Da Da Shi Zhi withdrew from the arena, Xuan Du turned his gaze to the Pharmacist in front of the Western Sect disciples.

Seeing that Xuandu and the disciples of the three religions were all looking at him, it was clear that they wanted to eliminate him, the disciple of the Western Religion, first.

Upon realizing Xuandu's objective, the faces of the two saints, Jieyin and Zhunti, on the cloud bed darkened.

This leaves no chance for the Western religion.

Jieyin first glanced at the Three Pure Ones, only to see that they were all looking at Xuandu on the arena with great interest, clearly not finding anything wrong with Xuandu's actions.

Knowing that the outcome could not be changed, Jieyin gave the pharmacist a look. Only after receiving Jieyin's signal did the pharmacist feel relieved and appear on the arena in a flash.

He bowed respectfully and said, "I am a pharmacist from the Western Sect. Please enlighten me, Senior Brother Xuandu!"

Xuan Du smiled and nodded, saying, "Junior Brother Pharmacist, you're too kind. Let's exchange ideas, please!"

The pharmacist knew that Xuan was letting him make the first move, wanting him to lose convincingly.

Knowing that his chances of winning were slim, the pharmacist started with his strongest, most reliable skill, without using his Dharma Body or ordinary supernatural powers.

The Medicine Master, protected by the light of his great vows, held the innate spiritual treasure, the Glazed Medicine Pot, and transformed it into a pure land, intending to use endless vitality and the power of his vows to wear down Xuandu.

However, to everyone's surprise, Xuandu did not use any supernatural powers or magical treasures, but walked straight into the Pure Land...!