The Primordial Era: Starting with Jingwei Filling the Sea

After dealing with Wuyun Xian and demonstrating to his fellow cultivators in the immortal realm the irreconcilable hatred between the Jie Sect and evil heretics, Fang Yang leisurely stepped down from the debating platform. He had already stated that his purpose in stepping onto the platform was to cleanse the sect, not to engage in a debate with others.

Even so, Fang Yang's strength and domineering nature left a deep impression on the hearts of the immortals.

Although Wu Yunxian was only an outer disciple, he was among the most senior disciples of the Sages. Over countless years, he had held an extremely high position among the Xuanmen disciples thanks to his exceptional cultivation.

Even direct disciples of the Chan Sect would be wary of Wu Yunxian upon hearing his name.

Such a person could be defeated or enslaved by Fang Yang at will. His actions perfectly illustrate what it means to be a powerful dragon crossing the river, and what it means to be arrogant and disdainful of everyone.

According to most of them, if they wanted to deal with Wuyunxian, they would definitely need to collect evidence from various sources, gather all the witnesses and physical evidence, and then go to the Tongtian Sect Leader to request a decree.

How did Fang Yang do it? He didn't care about any evidence; he just seized the opportunity and struck, ensuring that Wu Yunxian would never recover.

From this moment on, no one will look down on Fang Yang because he has only been a member of the Jie Sect for a short time, and no one will say that the Jie Sect protects evil spirits and is all show and no substance.

It is virtually impossible for future generations of the three Western religions to use their position of divine mandate and justice to attack the Jie Sect.

Having achieved his goal, Fang Yang quietly watched the match. He was not only observing the battle, but also learning advanced Taoist techniques from other sects.

Fang Yang was not one to be complacent. In order to maintain his upright and righteous identity, he would not touch the cultivation methods of the demonic path at all, but he was very willing to learn the Taoist techniques of other sects in the Xuanmen.

He had experienced firsthand the Western religion's method of creating golden relics, and this technique was indeed profound, not as simple as it appeared on the surface. Other religions' supernatural powers and techniques also had their unique aspects.

"I am a follower of the Western Sect, the Pilanpo. Which fellow Daoist would be willing to offer guidance?"

Perhaps seeing the Chan and Jie sects gaining prominence, the disciples of the Western Sect finally couldn't hold back and flew up to the debate platform.

The challenger was a pure and beautiful fairy. She was alluring but not seductive, with a face as white as jade. She wore a colorful rooster-shaped hat, a black dress, and a white ribbon draped over her shoulders. She was so beautiful that people couldn't help but look at her again and again.

This woman is Pilampa, known as the most beautiful woman in the West, and is the daughter of Chicken Ancestor.

Back then, Jizu, along with the Sage Jieyin and the Sage Zhunti, went to the temple of the Lord of Mount Tai to search for treasures. The Sage Zhunti accidentally triggered the restrictions of the Lord of Mount Tai, which led to Jizu's death in the temple.

After the fall of the Chicken Ancestor, the Sage Zhunti, with a heavy heart, took possession of the Chicken Ancestor's innate spiritual treasure, while the Sage Jieyin took the Chicken Ancestor's daughter under his tutelage and carefully nurtured her. Under the Sage Jieyin's guidance, Pilanpo became a prominent figure in the Western Sect, possessing cultivation levels comparable to those of the Cloud Fairy and the Holy Mother Wudang.

When Pilanpo stepped onto the stage, the group of male Asuras from the Asura Cult were completely mesmerized. Male Asuras are naturally adorable, and Pilanpo possessed a more refined and beautiful aura than the female Asuras of the Asura Cult; naturally, they couldn't resist her charm.

"Fellow Daoist Pilamba, I am Shiva of the Asura sect, and I have come to challenge you to a battle!"

Shiva swayed and was already on the debating platform.

He was clad in blood-red armor, exuding a murderous aura, and his large, blood-red eyes were fixed on Pilanpo, filled with desire and greed.

"Fellow Daoist Pilanpo, I never bully women. Please make the first move."

These words caused an uproar in the room.

No one expected that Shiva would be so bold as to divide the immortals into men and women. His words seemed to show great disdain for female immortals.

Some powerful figures and quasi-saints all looked towards the Queen Mother of the West, Bixia Yuanjun, and other female powerful beings, only to see that these female powerful beings were staring at the Styx Ancestor with displeasure, and were making trouble for the Styx Ancestor.

The saying goes, "If the teacher is not strict, it is the teacher's fault." These powerful women believed that the Styx Ancestor must have looked down on female immortals and instilled his own ideas in his disciples. Otherwise, how could a mere Shiva dare to speak so arrogantly in front of so many powerful women, including even the goddess Nuwa?

Stared at by so many powerful women, the Styx Ancestor's expression instantly turned unnatural. He coughed lightly and cupped his hands towards the Queen Mother of the West and the others, saying, "Fellow Daoists, please calm your anger. Shiva's unruly disciple is outspoken; I will certainly discipline him properly in the future!"

Although the Styx Ancestor said this, he didn't really believe it.

Among all the female immortals in the world, besides Nuwa and Houtu, who could rival him? Even Nuwa and Houtu were not subservient to the Styx Ancestor.

He believed that both Nuwa and Houtu rose to power through nepotism. In terms of true ability, they were no match for him.

Nuwa was a disciple of Hongjun Laozu, and Houtu was a direct descendant of Pangu. Without these two identities, it would be quite remarkable if Nuwa and Houtu could have cultivated to the level of west Wangmu.

Upon hearing the words "female Daoist," the female powerful figures became even more enraged, their eyebrows furrowing in anger.

They originally just wanted to seek an explanation from Styx Ancestor. Shiva was a junior, and they couldn't directly make things difficult for a junior, so they could only cause trouble for Styx Ancestor.

Unexpectedly, the Styx Ancestor addressed her as "fellow Daoist." These three words were enough to prove that the Styx Ancestor truly looked down on female immortals.

However, they were indeed powerless against the Styx Ancestor. He was said to be "as long as the Sea of ​​Blood dries up, the Styx will never die," and if he acted recklessly, even the sages couldn't do anything about him.

The Blood Sea is the waste disposal site of the primordial world, specifically absorbing the malevolent energy, resentment, and evil spirits of heaven and earth. If the Blood Sea were truly dried up, this era would probably end prematurely. No one would want to offend the Styx Ancestor over such a trivial matter.

Just then, a terrifying pressure emanated from the Styx Ancestor. This pressure struck the Styx Ancestor directly, catching him off guard and causing him to stagger.

Once the Styx Ancestor adjusted to the oppressive aura, he immediately realized who was behind it. Feeling he had lost face, the Styx Ancestor remained silent.

Seeing that the Styx Ancestor had calmed down, Nuwa withdrew her oppressive aura with satisfaction.

On the platform, Shiva was completely unaware of what was happening; he was actually prepared to let Vilambha make three moves.

"Fellow Shiva, you are far too arrogant! In that case, don't blame me for being impolite!"

The divine rooster appeared around Pilamb's body, its head held high, its comb as red as the sun, and its feathers all formed from the true fire of the sun. When the divine rooster spread its wings, they were like clouds hanging from the sky, covering the endless void.

"Ooh ooh ooh!"

After a rooster crowed, the divine rooster behind Vimalamitra pecked at Shiva.

This peck was like a chick pecking at rice, but its power was completely different. The beak of the divine rooster was imbued with the power of the true fire of the sun, and when the beak fell, it was like a sun falling down, crashing heavily into Shiva.

"not good!"

Seeing this, Shiva wanted to fight back. But he was too arrogant; in order to show his strength, he didn't even use his magical weapons. His mind and will were not in a fighting state either.

Most terrifyingly, an invisible force bound him, making it difficult for him to even move.

As the chicken's beak fell, Shiva was completely captured in the mouth of the divine chicken and then swallowed whole.

Seeing this, the Queen Mother of the West slowly withdrew the magical power she had gathered at her fingertips.