Primordial Era: I, the Creation Lotus, will absolutely not be struck this time!

Chapter 120 The Third Generation Chief Disciple of the Chan Sect Beats the Soul-Hooking Messenger

In Zixiao Palace, Hongjun glanced at the prehistoric world, a smile appearing on his lips.

"It seems that the Primordial One still has some effect."

He doesn't need to interfere at all; Yuanshi can destroy himself on his own.

Moreover, the current fortune of the Chan Sect has undoubtedly boosted the fortune of Yuanshi himself.

Hongjun reached out and flicked his hand, revealing a somewhat relieved expression.

Ah!

Ninety-nine percent perfection, a rare find.

"Use your luck to resist my Heavenly Dao's erosion, and I will let you experience the power of a sage. If the time is right later, you may be able to continue sitting in this sage's position, which is fair."

Heaven now needs Hongjun, so it's not pressing him too hard anymore.

With the help of the Jade Tablet of Creation, Hongjun was finally able to cultivate in peace for a period of time.

All we need to do is wait for Yuanshi to vacate the holy position.

"However, looking at the development of the human race, although it is enjoying good fortune, it is also beginning to show signs of chaos. The human race lacks a guide, and the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors must make arrangements as soon as possible."

Hongjun sighed deeply.

He and Qingyi have not yet reached an agreement.

Kunlun Mountain.

Under the cover of the Heavenly Dao, Yuanshi was completely unaware that Hongjun had used his fortune.

The path that Yuanshi followed was that of a quasi-saint, and he became a saint through merit.

It can be said that one's entire life and fortune are entrusted to the will of Heaven.

At the moment of becoming a saint, Yuanshi allowed the Heavenly Dao to mold and shape him as it pleased.

Hongjun and the Heavenly Dao are almost indistinguishable, not to mention that the Heavenly Dao needs Hongjun.

Therefore, they pretended not to see Hongjun's subtle actions.

Jin'ao Island in the East China Sea, the Demon Master's Palace in the North China Sea, and the Nuwa Dojo on Mount Buzhou.

Tongtian, Kunpeng, and Nuwa all opened their eyes.

The strange movements of Heaven could not be concealed from those who obtained the Dao Fruit through their own strength.

They could predict the future of the Chan Sect at a glance.

This is far more ferocious than the Jie Sect in the original timeline, which at least had the grand spectacle of ten thousand immortals paying homage to it.

But the Chan Sect is truly on the verge of becoming a cult.

"This isn't a great calamity now; there's no calamity energy. How can Yuanshi not even see this clearly?"

Even Kunpeng found it incredible.

"In the end, it was arrogance."

"snort."

"You'll have good days ahead."

Kunpeng sneered and stopped paying attention.

Only Tongtian frowned.

"Is there still an entanglement between the Chan Sect and my Jie Sect?"

Tongtian really annoyed Yuanshi; he didn't want to get involved with him at all.

However, the fortunes of the two religions intersect.

"It must have been done by the disciple."

Tongtian was silent for a moment, then said, "I have told you everything that needs to be told. Whether it is a blessing or a curse is up to you."

Tongtian had confidence in his disciples.

He only learned about the mysteries of destiny after he became a saint.

Those who manipulate fate will ultimately be manipulated by fate; he will not attempt to manipulate fate.

Of course, the most crucial point is that he is now a Heavenly Saint, and even with his profound strength, he is still bound by the Heavenly Dao.

This intersection between different traditions is natural, and Heaven will not allow him to interfere.

He wouldn't bother to break with the Heavenly Dao for the sake of the burgeoning Chan Sect.

The ancient human race gathered at the Immortal Mountain.

The entire mountain is shrouded in mist, resembling a fairyland, yet it always gives people a gloomy feeling, with no human habitation visible for miles around.

Even though the human race is now developing rapidly, there are no human tribes to be seen here.

On Jixian Mountain, there is a main building made of stone, named the Ancestral Master Hall.

Hundreds of people crowded into the hall, burning incense and kneeling in worship.

The leader of the human race had a thick beard and a body as strong as a bear.

"Guiyuan, the chief disciple of the third generation of the Chan Sect, kneels in reverence to the Ancestral Master, begging for the Ancestral Master's mercy and blessing for a smooth path to immortality."

After bowing to Guiyuan, he stood up.

"Fellow disciples, grab your weapons!"

Immediately, a large number of humans poured out, and judging from their footsteps, each of them possessed cultivation.

"Senior Brother, where should we rob this time? They've all gotten smarter now; they're not migrating to our Jixian Mountain anymore."

"Hmph, they're all a bunch of uneducated fools who dare to disrespect our Jixian Mountain."

The so-called Jixian Mountain is inhabited entirely by humans who believe in the Chan religion.

Then, Guiyuan, who claimed to be the chief of the third generation of the Chan Sect, organized a group that occupied a mountain and made a living by robbery.

As their reputation spread, the area became almost deserted.

"If it really doesn't work out, we'll have to find another place."

Guiyuan stroked his beard.

"What? Changing locations?"

"No, Senior Brother, we put a lot of effort into building this Ancestral Hall. If we move it, wouldn't we have to rebuild it all over again?"

They're all a bunch of lazy bums; building houses is just hard labor for them.

Upon hearing the objection, Guiyuan calmly replied, "Have you forgotten the doctrines of my Chan Sect? We must follow the will of Heaven. This place is not for humans, meaning we will be moved to another location tomorrow."

Everyone fell silent.

"What the eldest brother said seems to make sense."

"As expected of the chief disciple of the third generation of the Chan Sect, I will listen to my senior brother."

Just then, a commotion broke out outside.

"Senior Brother, something terrible has happened! Elder Huo is about to die!"

"What?"

Guiyuan's expression changed upon hearing this, and he strode towards a cave.

Inside the cave, an old man was on his deathbed.

"Old Man Huo."

Guiyuan strode forward; Huo Lao was their wise man.

Ultimately, influenced by ancient times, wise men held different statuses among humans.

When Huo Lao saw Gui Yuan, his breathing became even more rapid.

"Guiyuan, I'm dying. Listen to my advice: the Chan Sect is an evil cult. Go down the mountain and go to the temple to apologize to the Holy Mother."

Huo Lao's eyes were filled with remorse. As a wise man, he had watched helplessly as Gui Yuan and his group had embraced a heretical cult.

"impossible!"

Guiyuan roared, "Elder Huo, don't say things like that again!"

Upon hearing this, Old Man Huo burst into tears.

"Our Lady of the Holy Mother, it is the believers who have wronged you."

In a daze, Huo Lao seemed to see the figure of Nuwa.

"How dare you!"

Suddenly, Guiyuan let out a loud shout.

"Where did this brat come from, daring to snatch the Fire Elder's soul!"

Guiyuan, after all, possessed cultivation, and was able to see the soul-reaping messengers of the underworld.

"How dare you! Birth, aging, sickness, and death are the fundamental principles of nature."

The Soul Reaper was also unwilling to back down, saying, "Retreat now, and I will spare your life."

Gui Yuan sneered, "Spare my life? You dare to say that?"

"I am the third-generation chief disciple of the Chan Sect, get out of my way!"

Guiyuan raised a rough iron rod and struck at the Soul Reaper.

The underworld is now incredibly powerful; even the soul-reaping messengers are legitimate members of the witch clan.

Even ordinary witches are definitely not someone Guiyuan can deal with.

His soul was immediately captured, and the others were terrified at the sight.

"Go find Master quickly!"

"The underworld is arbitrarily summoning people, taking advantage of the fact that my Chan Sect has no one to rely on!"

The once bustling Jixian Mountain fell silent in an instant.

"waste."

The Soul Reaper spat dismissively, ignoring the fleeing ones.

They dragged away the souls of Huo Lao and Gui Yuan.

This kind of scene has been playing out in turn on all sides.

In a remote, ancient place, Guang Chengzi was in seclusion.

The increase in the fortunes of the Chan sect also benefits these disciples of the sages.

It will be easier to cultivate.

At this time, Guang Chengzi had already broken through to the level of Taiyi Golden Immortal.

"Strange, why isn't the increase in luck as significant?"

One day, Guang Chengzi stopped his cultivation and got up to check on the development of the Chan Sect.

Finally discovered.

"Humans have short lifespans —"

"It seems that if one wants to prosper for a long time, one must eventually enter the temple and pass it down from generation to generation."

Guang Chengzi did not care about the conflict between the human race who believed in the Chan religion and the underworld.

In his view, the underworld had not suffered any losses.

However, what Guang Chengzi didn't know was that every time the human race who believed in the Chan Sect raised their weapons against the soul-reaping messengers, they brought with them only a tiny, insignificant bit of karma.

This karma cannot be hidden from Yuanshi, but Yuanshi does not care.

He also didn't get along with Houtu, and was happy to cause trouble for the underworld.

Anyway, this amount of karma is nothing. If you want to develop, how can you completely avoid karma?

"Another great calamity."

Inside Buzhou Mountain, Qingyi, witnessing this scene, gained a deeper understanding of the Great Tribulation.

Wasn't this the cause of the great calamity that befell the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin clans?

Moreover, the things done by the Chan Sect were even worse.

The underworld is recognized by the authorities, and attacking the soul-reaping messenger is considered to be disrupting the operation of the rules of heaven and earth.

"Does being brainless really spread through a master-disciple relationship?"

Qingyi ignored the Chan Sect and silently communicated with Houtu.

The regions where the Chan religion had a large number of followers were outlined and presented to Houtu.

"These places will be used by the great shaman to collect souls in the future."

You should fight the Great Shaman. Even if Guang Chengzi were here, he couldn't defeat the Great Shaman.

In any case, the main focus should be on the underworld, and there can be no losses.