Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

Although the guide's tone was calm, a glimmer of expectation flashed in his eyes.

The barrenness of the West is not due to its natural state, but rather to the detonation of the Western spiritual veins by the ancient demon ancestor Rahu.

He and his junior brother Zhunti made a grand vow to attain sainthood and revitalize the West. However, the Three Pure Ones of the East stood like an insurmountable mountain, always blocking their path. Now, the mountain has split open—is this not a divinely granted opportunity?

Zhunti paced back and forth excitedly, his mind racing as he devised how to exploit the division of the Three Pure Ones: "Senior Brother is absolutely right! Tongtian established the Jie Sect's dojo in the East Sea, declaring 'Those with affinity may all hear the Dao.' What a grand ambition! It also reveals his eagerness to recruit disciples! In that case, why shouldn't our Western Sect also open its doors wide? No, we need to be even more proactive! Send disciples to the East, especially to those affected by the Lich War, those who are lost on their path, or those who are frustrated and unfulfilled, to spread the methods of our Western Great Dao and guide them to the wonders of the Western Paradise..."

As Zhunti was envisioning the future prosperity of the West, he noticed that Jieyin's face had returned to its usual sorrowful expression as he looked at the group of disciples cultivating on Mount Sumeru. Zhunti couldn't help but ask in confusion.

"Senior brother, is something amiss?"

"Xuan Du... the Great Luo Flower has blossomed into eleven petals." The Guide Daoist slowly exhaled, his withered face showing even more sorrow. "Senior Brother Taiqing is indeed unfathomable. He left Kunlun with only this one disciple, yet the foundation of the Human Sect's fortune is as solid as a rock."

Upon hearing Zhunti mention the Xuandu Great Dao Flower, Zhunti's expression changed. Their innate divine flowers were only of the eleventh grade. It was truly unbelievable that a tiny human created by Nuwa could rival them, an innate divine being.

"Guang Chengzi, half a step to the tenth rank; Duobao, half a step to the tenth rank."

Zhunti's voice also lowered, carrying a hint of bitterness and jealousy that he himself was unaware of. Only after Jieyin reminded him did Zhunti realize what was happening:

"The division of the Three Pure Ones did not harm the fortunes of their disciples; on the contrary... on the contrary, after the division, the fortunes of the three sects became more concentrated and purer, and were thus bestowed upon the disciples? This..."

He suddenly realized what was happening and looked sharply at Jieyin: "Senior brother! Did we misunderstand something before?"

Jieyin nodded slightly, a hint of understanding and helplessness flashing deep in his eyes: "Junior brother, you and I both know that the separation of the Three Pure Ones is due to a difference in their fundamental beliefs, and it was inevitable. It's not a quarrel between brothers, but rather a matter of each pursuing their own path. For the sages, their paths differ, so separation is inevitable, and also an opportunity for each to advance further on their respective paths. As for their disciples..."

He paused, his tone complex: "The disciples originally shared the unified fortune of the Three Pure Ones, which seemed vast but was actually complex and subject to mutual influence and constraints from the Daoist principles of the Three Pure Ones. Now that the Three Pure Ones are separated and the three religions are independent, although the total fortune is divided into three parts, seemingly 'reduced,' for the core disciples of each religion, cultivating the Great Dao of the Three Pure Ones is actually more 'focused,' 'pure,' and 'in harmony'!"

Guang Chengzi received the unique fortune of Yuqing, Duobao received the infusion of Shangqing fortune, and Xuandu... even more so, monopolized the fortune of the Human Sect!

This illustrates the principle that specialization is superior to breadth. Furthermore, the separation of the three schools of thought, with their clear comparisons and competition, serves as a direct source of encouragement and motivation for outstanding disciples.

Upon hearing this, Zhunti's expression shifted, and he finally sighed heavily, plopping back down on his prayer mat. The Seven Treasures Staff in his hand seemed to have lost its luster. "Alas! So that's how it is! We two were secretly delighted, thinking that the internal division of the Three Pure Ones would inevitably lead to the decline of the Xuanmen (Taoist sect). But we never imagined that this 'division,' while perhaps affecting the Three Pure Ones' own paths to enlightenment, would actually be an opportunity for these core disciples to break through and rebuild, to advance even further!"

Within a single day, the three chief disciples of the three sects simultaneously broke through to the Great Luo realm, and their fundamental foundations were no weaker than those of ordinary innate deities. This clearly demonstrates that the Xuanmen's fortune, amidst the dramatic upheaval of the "family division," has completed internal integration and sublimation, unleashing an even stronger vitality!

The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he felt. Since the Dao Ancestor conferred the title of saint, and he and Jieyin established their religion and became saints by borrowing the merits of the Heavenly Dao, the Western religion had been diligent and hardworking, traveling around to convert those with affinity and repairing the earth's veins. However, it was not only weaker than the Three Pure Ones in the cultivation of the Great Dao, but also... how many of its disciples could be considered pillars of society?

Who among them can reach the tenth rank of the Great Luo foundation?

Maitreya?

Pharmacist?

Or is it Ksitigarbha?

Although they were diligent and had good fortune, their background and opportunities were indeed far inferior to those of Xuandu, Guangchengzi, and Duobao.

Jieyin remained silent, understanding what Zhunti was thinking.

This is also a hidden pain in his heart.

The West is poor and inherently disadvantaged, making it difficult to find disciples with exceptional talent.

Even if they received it, the Western religion's fortune and resources would be difficult to match the Eastern Three Pure Ones' ability to unreservedly cultivate two eleventh-rank disciples.

"It seems that the separation of the Three Pure Ones is advantageous to us, but in the long run...!"

A new light rekindled in Zhunti's eyes—a light that belonged to him, an inextinguishable light, a light conceived for the great prosperity of the West. "The competition among the three sects of Xuanmen will inevitably intensify! With competition comes attack, with the disheartened, and with it... those who can be saved!"

Looking at Jieyin's sorrowful face, Zhunti continued, "Senior brother, the opportunity for our Western Sect may not lie in the separation of the Three Pure Ones themselves, but in the inevitable internal turmoil that will arise after the division of the three sects! We only need to wait...!"

Jieyin nodded slowly, his prayer beads moving a little faster: "Good. Observe the situation and act when the time is right. The more bustling the East becomes, the more we in the West... need to remain calm and composed. However, with the Three Pure Ones standing apart and the Three Teachings coexisting, the waters of the primordial world are getting deeper and deeper. The great calamity of the Lich King and the Demon King has not yet passed, and now the Xuanmen has risen again... The variables are becoming increasingly difficult to see clearly...!"

The two Western saints turned their gazes back to the Eight Treasures Merit Pool, then to the East Sea, the southern part of the primordial wilderness, and the area of ​​Kunlun that had become blurred, and finally to the celestial realm and Mount Buzhou.

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In the heart of the primordial wilderness, stands Mount Buzhou, the pillar of heaven.

At the foot of Mount Buzhou, in the Pangu Palace, this place is shrouded in an invisible force field, which even sages cannot fathom.

Twelve towering figures, as majestic as mountains, were surrounding a giant, slowly beating heart.

When the might of the Three Pure Ones erupted in three places in the primordial world, announcing their separation, the Twelve Ancestral Witches opened their eyes almost simultaneously, sensing the aura of the Three Pure Ones' separation through the Pangu Palace.

"Hahaha!" The first to let out a deafening laugh was the Ancestral Witch Zhu Rong, whose body erupted in flames, transforming into fire dragons that roamed the void.

"They've split up! Those three primordial spirits of the Three Pure Ones, who actually became disciples of Hongjun, have actually broken ties! And they still call themselves the true descendants of Pangu? Bah! They can't even get along with their own brothers, how dare they call themselves 'true descendants'?"

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