Primordial Era: A God-Level Choice, Possessing Zhao Gongming at the Start.

Chapter 408 The West retreats, and the Three Realms return to peace!

"The Seven Wonderful Trees!"

"The Bamboo Grove, Pure in Six Roots!"

"The Twelve-Petaled Golden Lotus of Merit!"

"The Azure Lotus Banner!"

Zhunti and Jieyin exuded a holy aura and unleashed all their magical treasures at once. Several top-grade spiritual treasures appeared in the void, their bodies shimmering with spiritual light and emitting an aura that was suffocating and caused the Three Realms to tremble!

Fortunately, this is the Netherworld, where the power of the Earthly Dao suppresses it. If it were in the Earthly Immortal Realm, even a tiny wisp of aura would probably cause billions of miles of mountains and rivers to collapse!

In the Earthly Immortal Realm, countless powerful beings' eyes flashed with amazement, and they secretly clenched their fists, as if they were the ones facing the Two Sages of the West!

The next moment, countless spiritual treasures, carrying the overwhelming power of the saints, slammed towards Houtu.

The boundless destructive power transformed into a storm, stirring everything up!

Time, space, everything is collapsing!

This kind of collapse can be better described as annihilation. Wherever the magic power passed, everything turned into nothingness, which is the original state when heaven and earth were first created!

In the Biyou Palace of the Thirty-Three Heavens, even the Tongtian Sect Leader couldn't help but hold his breath!

The two Westerners in the secret passage went mad!

The two saints really went to great lengths to allow Ksitigarbha to enter the underworld. Can Houtu really resist?

On the contrary, Zhao Gongming remained calm and composed!

With the support of the supreme power of the earth, Houtu's strength will definitely amaze all the saints!

Houtu shook her head slightly, "Stubborn to the end, don't blame your junior sister for being heartless!"

As Houtu's voice fell, the Netherworld trembled slightly, the Six Paths of Reincarnation shook, and an indescribable force suddenly flew out and landed on Houtu.

Then Houtu waved her hand slightly, and an earth-yellow flag appeared in mid-air.

This flag is exactly the same as the Earth Ancestral Witch God and Demon Flag that Houtu used to hold, but upon closer inspection, the aura it contains is completely different from that of the Ancestral Witch God and Demon Flag.

This is a precious flag that Houtu, after transforming into reincarnation and taking control of the earth's way, reforged with the power of the earth's way. Although its appearance is ordinary, its power far surpasses that of a top-grade innate spiritual treasure and is comparable to an innate supreme treasure!

The ochre flag swayed slightly, enveloping Zhunti and Jieyin!

"boom!"

An invisible collision sound rang out in mid-air.

The countless magical treasures that the West brought with them were swiftly and decisively defeated by that single flag.

The magical artifact trembled violently and, with lightning speed, rebounded back to Zhunti and into his hand.

Zhunti and Jieyin paused slightly, their mouths agape, their faces filled with disbelief!

The next moment, the two of them were sent flying backward like kites with broken strings.

While in mid-air, he spat out a mouthful of blood. The holy blood fell into the Netherworld, evolving into innate spiritual energy. In just a moment, the concentration of spiritual energy in the Netherworld increased significantly!

At this moment, the vast Netherworld was filled with a heavy, oppressive atmosphere!

The entire Earthly Immortal Realm was completely silent. All the powerful beings stared wide-eyed at the direction of the Netherworld, seemingly never expecting the final outcome to be like this!

This is the combined effort of two great Western saints!

Even though Sage Zhunti was the weakest, his strength was unimaginable when combined with Sage Jieyin. Yet, with such a lineup, they were defeated by Venerable Houtu in just one strike. Just how strong must Venerable Houtu be?

In the Thirty-Three Heavens, in the Great Crimson Heaven, within the Tushita Palace, Taiqing's eyes flashed with surprise, "Houtu's strength is actually this great."

For the first time, Taiqing Laozi felt that it was time to change the person who held the top position among all the saints in the Three Realms.

In the Jade Void Palace, Yuanshi's face was gloomy, showing no sign of joy at Zhunti and Jieyin's setbacks.

An indescribable sense of imbalance arose in his heart. As the most proud of the Three Pure Ones, Yuqing, who was transformed from the primordial spirit of Pangu, could not accept that the Wu Clan, whom he had looked down upon in the past, was now far stronger than him.

Inside Biyou Palace, Zhao Gongming laughed and asked, "Teacher, what did I say? How is the strength of Venerable Houtu?"

The Tongtian Sect Leader still wore a look of shock on his face. Clearly, the power Houtu had displayed just now had completely astonished him.

The Tongtian Sect Leader did not ask Houtu why she was so strong, but secretly made up his mind that he would cultivate diligently and catch up with Houtu.

In the Netherworld, at the Gates of Hell, Zhunti and Jieyin, blood trickling from their lips, stood supporting each other, their eyes fixed on Houtu, filled with unspeakable shock. "How...how could this be!"

Houtu's expression remained calm, showing none of the arrogance one might display after defeating the two sages with a single blow. "If you two wish to continue the fight, I will naturally oblige. However, I cannot guarantee your safety any further."

Houtu's meaning is very clear: I gave you face before, but you didn't want it, so I took action. Now that I've given you face again, if you still don't want it, don't blame me for being ruthless.

Mosquito Taoist looked at Ksitigarbha with a grin, "Fellow Daoist Ksitigarbha, what is the strength of my Underworld? Do you think you can be of any help to my Underworld?"

Ksitigarbha was already pale with fright and couldn't say a word. He looked to his master and uncle for help.

Today's trip to the underworld is something Ksitigarbha will probably never forget. His invincible master and uncle, whom he held in high esteem, suffered a crushing defeat at the hands of Venerable Houtu with just one blow.

This not only cast a huge shadow on Ksitigarbha's feelings towards Houtu, but also greatly increased his shadow over the Underworld. Even if Houtu and Mosquito Taoist now agree to let Ksitigarbha come to the Underworld to help, Ksitigarbha probably wouldn't dare to do it.

Jieyin wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, cupped his hands in greeting, and his expression grew even more profound. "Houtu Venerable, the Supreme Being of the Earthly Dao, truly deserves the title. It was this humble monk who was presumptuous. Now, I am naturally willing to accept defeat. As for the matter of Ksitigarbha entering the Underworld, let's pretend this humble monk never said it."

Jieyin relented, but Zhunti remained somewhat insistent, saying unwillingly, "Senior brother, this is a rare opportunity for our Western Paradise."

Jieyin's expression darkened slightly. "Our Mahayana Buddhism values ​​keeping one's word. Do you intend for your senior brother to break his promise to Venerable Houtu?"

Although Jieyin appeared calm on the surface, bitter tears had already welled up in his heart. He knew all too well that Ksitigarbha's entry into the underworld was a crucial step for the flourishing of Buddhism. If Ksitigarbha could successfully guard the underworld, what did it matter if he broke his promise once?

But the key is that their strength is inferior and their situation is weaker. He could clearly sense from that attack that Houtu, or rather the underground passage, did not go all out. Otherwise, they would have done much more than just cough up blood.

Houtu said calmly, "Now that this matter is settled, the Underworld will not keep guests. Fellow Daoists, please leave."

Styx chuckled and looked at Zhunti, "If Fellow Daoist Zhunti has nothing else to do, I've been itching for a fight lately, so we could spar and improve together."

"you"

Zhunti had suffered two losses recently, both at the hands of Styx. He was already seething with anger and was about to retort when Jieyin stopped him. Helpless, Zhunti could only glare at Styx. Styx, on the contrary, became even more smug, his mouth wide open, his gloating evident.

"Then we'll take our leave."

Jieyin bowed to Houtu, then turned and left with Zhunti and Dizang.

With the two Westerners slinking away from the Netherworld, the struggle among the various schools of thought in the human realm came to a complete end, and for a time, the three realms fell into a long-awaited peace.

Meanwhile, deep within the chaos, in a certain corner, earth, fire, water, and wind stood in abundance, flowing before the twilight. From a distance, it resembled a vast world, but upon closer inspection, one could see that the environment of this great world was so harsh that it was no different from the primordial wilderness. In this vast world, black energy spread, and ghostly realms were shrouded in darkness. Countless black figures flew back and forth, blotting out the sky and the sun.

(End of this chapter)