Primordial Era: Cultivation level equals the sum of the Jie Sect's total; the Three Pure Ones a

Xuandu continued:

"On the Investiture of the Gods, those who are listed must die and their true spirits are listed."

"That is the true tribulation."

"That is the predetermined fate of Heaven."

"That is the realm that even the Dao Ancestor Hongjun cannot interfere with."

"Waiting for the official commencement of the Investiture of the Gods, waiting for the true arrival of the Great Tribulation."

"At that time, everyone will rely on their own abilities, and life and death will be left to fate."

Even if we kill them, their true spirits will still be listed on the list.

"Even if the Dao Ancestor Hongjun himself came, he would have nothing to say."

"And now..."

He paused, his gaze turning slightly cold:

"It's not the right time."

Fuxi bowed:

"Disciple understands."

"Master's wisdom and foresight are beyond my reach."

Xuan Du gently shook his head:

"It's not a far-sighted plan."

"It has to be this way."

"Although the Dao Ancestor Hongjun has retired, his eyes have never left this place."

"He's waiting."

"Wait until I make a mistake."

"Wait until the Jie Sect reveals a weakness."

"Waiting for an excuse to make a move."

"I can't give it to him."

Fuxi nodded and said nothing more.

Xuan Du raised his eyes and looked westward.

His gaze pierced through the void and through the clouds.

It fell towards the Di Ku tribe.

It fell towards the dark mist hidden in the clouds.

It landed on the two golden figures.

Pharmacist.

Maitreya.

Still.

A slow smile crept onto Xuan Du's lips.

"It's about time we had some results regarding the Taotie."

Western Emperor Ku tribe

The twilight was as red as blood, and the setting sun sank in the west.

Emperor Ku stood in front of the wooden house, barefoot in the mud, wearing coarse linen clothes.

He gazed at the two golden figures on the horizon, his eyes calm.

The Medicine Buddha and Maitreya stood in the void.

Golden light shimmered, and the sounds of chanting filled the air.

The three-day deadline has arrived.

Maitreya spoke, his face beaming with smiles:

"Emperor Ku, three days have passed."

"What is your decision, benefactor?"

Emperor Ku looked at him and remained silent for a moment.

Then, he slowly began to speak:

"If I don't comply, will you remain here permanently?"

Maitreya nodded:

"Exactly."

"Daily sermons, daily teachings, daily salvation."

"We will continue until the benefactor changes his mind."

Emperor Ku nodded:

"Then speak."

The two words fell like the sound of a morning bell and an evening drum.

Maitreya's smile faltered.

The pharmacist's gaze narrowed slightly.

"Benefactor, do you know what this means?"

Emperor Ku nodded:

"Know."

"But so what?"

He paused, his voice turning deep:

"I, Emperor Ku, was never born on my knees."

"I'd rather die standing than live on my knees."

The sound fell, like the clanging of metal and stone.

Maitreya's expression darkened slightly.

The medicine man clasped his hands together and softly chanted the Buddha's name:

"Amitabha……"

"Why must you be so stubborn, benefactor?"

"Joining my Western religion will ensure the safety of your tribe."

"It can ensure the safety of our clansmen."

"It can ensure that the donor's merits are not diminished."

"Why do you refuse, benefactor?"

Emperor Ku looked at him, a slow smile creeping onto his lips.

That smile was cold, like ancient ice.

"What you want is nothing more than my merits, my fortune, and my foundation."

"It's nothing more than making me a puppet of Western religion."

"It's just asking me to risk my life for you."

"On this point, I agree with my master, with the Jie Sect, and with the human race."

"Who can't see it clearly?"

The pharmacist remained silent.

Maitreya's face turned ashen.

Emperor Ku continued:

"If I, Emperor Ku, were to even frown, I would be unworthy to be the ruler of the human race."

As the voice faded, all the tribespeople looked up.

In those eyes, there was reverence, fervor, and an unprecedented pride that hundreds of millions of yuan had never felt before.

This is their common leader.

This is the Holy Emperor of the Human Race.

This is Emperor Ku.

Maitreya took a deep breath, suppressing the surging emotions in his heart.

"it is good."

"Since you insist on doing so..."

"I apologize for offending you."

The sound faded.

He sat cross-legged in the void.

Put your hands together in prayer position and close your eyes.

He recited scriptures.

The sound of the scriptures surged forth like a tide.

It enveloped the entire tribe, and every member of the tribe.

The pharmacist also sat cross-legged.

Put your hands together in prayer position and close your eyes.

The medicine bowl hung above his head, shimmering with golden light.

The aroma of medicine filled the air, mingling with the sound of chanting scriptures.

Just now.

suddenly.

"boom!!!"

A jet-black light suddenly exploded in the sky!

The light was as black as ink and as deep as an abyss.

Like an eternal night, like the beginning of chaos.

It instantly enveloped the entire sky!

Enveloped the entire tribe!

Enveloped the two golden figures!

The pharmacist suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils contracting sharply.

Maitreya abruptly stopped reciting the scriptures, and his expression changed drastically.

They sensed it.

That aura was incredibly strong.

It was so powerful that even their very souls trembled.

It was so powerful that it caused their magical power to stagnate.

So powerful that even their most prized possessions were groaning in despair.

That was the oppressive aura of a Primordial Grand Luo.

It is the supreme power of the Nine Heavens.

It's a gluttonous beast!

"who!"

Maitreya roared, and the cloth bag emitted a brilliant golden light!

The pharmacist held his medicine bowl high, and the aroma of medicine filled the air!

But the dark light was too strong.

The golden light, so intense it reached the cloth bag, was like a candle flickering in the wind.

The strong aroma of the medicine in the medicine mortar is like morning dew meeting the sun.

It was so strong that even moving became difficult for the two of them.

In the void.

A gigantic figure slowly materialized.

It is about 10,000 feet tall, shaped like a giant sheep, and entirely black.

Its entire body was covered in jet-black scales, each scale bearing innate Dao patterns.

It exudes a chilling, devouring power.

Above its head, a pair of blood-red eyes, as large as lanterns, shone.

Taotie.

The leader of the four ferocious beasts.

Early stage of the ninth level of the Primordial Golden Immortal realm.

It stood in the void with its claws behind its back, its blood-red eyes lowered.

Looking at the Medicine Buddha and Maitreya, they were like looking at two ants.

"Preaching?"

"statement?"

"Conversion?"

"Preaching and expounding scriptures to enlighten people on Lao Tzu's territory?"

"Who gave you the audacity?"

The sound fell like an ancient, frozen ice.

The pharmacist's face turned deathly pale.

Maitreya trembled all over.

The oppressive aura of the early stage of the Ninth Heaven made it hard for them to breathe.

"Taotie...Taotie..."

Maitreya spoke, his voice hoarse:

"You...how did you get here?"

Taotie sneered.

That smile was cold, like ancient ice.

"I am here to protect Emperor Ku on the orders of my master."

"Do you want to ruin Emperor Ku's merits?"

"You want to destroy the foundation of Emperor Ku?"

"Did you ask me?"

The sound faded.

Taotie raised its hand.

The enormous, jet-black claw resembled a black mountain.

Slam it down hard on the Medicine Buddha and Maitreya!

Their pupils contracted sharply, and they tried to escape.

It can't move.

The oppressive aura of the nine heavens was like a net covering the sky and the earth.

They were trapped.

Even a peak Quasi-Saint is nothing more than an ant before the Nine Heavens.

"boom!"

The giant claw descended.

The Medicine Buddha and Maitreya were like two flies.

It was knocked down from the void and slammed heavily onto the ground.

Dust flew everywhere, and the earth cracked.

The two collapsed to the ground, their faces pale and spitting blood.

His aura suddenly plummeted.

He fell from the peak of Quasi-Saint to the early stage of Quasi-Saint.

They struggled to stand up.

But those giant claws were too heavy.

They sank so deep that even moving became difficult.

Taotie lowered its eyes, its blood-red pupils filled with contempt.

"Is that all you've got?"

"How dare you ruin Emperor Ku's merits?"

"You dare to destroy the foundation of Emperor Ku?"

"How dare you run wild on my master's territory?"

The pharmacist closed his eyes and stopped struggling.

Maitreya gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with resentment.

But they had nothing to say.

Because they are not as skilled as others.

Because we can't beat them.

Because Taotie is too powerful.

Within the tribe.

Emperor Ku stood in front of the wooden house, gazing at the giant black claw descending from the sky.

Looking at the Medicine Master and Maitreya who were knocked down into the void.

His expression was calm.

But deep within those clear eyes, a very faint light flickered.

He knew that this was his master's arrangement.

Now, Taotie has made its move.

He struck down two peak Quasi-Saints with a single palm strike.

Clean and efficient, without any unnecessary delays.

This is the strength of the leader of the four ferocious beasts.

This was Master's backup plan.