Primordial Era: The Three Senior Brothers of the Taiqing Clan

Zhunti left behind the words, "Chen Qing, I will remember this," and his figure gradually disappeared into the void.

He knew he wouldn't gain anything by staying any longer, especially since Mount Sumeru in the west was waiting for his support.

A dignified saint was publicly humiliated and utterly disgraced, but he couldn't care less about that at the moment; his only concern was his own base.

The Wu and Yao clans, who had been watching the battlefield closely, dared not linger when they saw Zhunti arrive. They abandoned the devastated Mount Sumeru and the enraged Sage Jieyin, and turned to flee.

They weren't stupid; they knew that one sage could barely hold them off, but once Zhunti returned, the two sages working together would be no laughing matter.

Saints are immortal beings, so fighting them to the death is pointless. Knowing that you can't win, why waste your energy?

As for whether this would completely offend the two Western saints, the Lich and Demon races didn't care at all.

They had already decided to fight to the death. Whoever won and became the overlord of the primordial world would not be afraid of the two from the west. If they lost, there was even less to say—if they were already dead, what was there to fear?

So when Zhunti arrived at Mount Sumeru in a fit of rage, the scene before him completely stunned him.

The once majestic and solemn Mount Sumeru has now been almost completely razed to the ground. The grand halls, pavilions, and terraces on the mountain have all been reduced to ruins.

All the spiritual flowers, herbs, and rare fruits that the two brothers had collected from all over the prehistoric world over countless years, even disregarding their reputation, were completely destroyed.

Today, Mount Sumeru is less of a mountain and more of a mound of earth, barely higher than a hill.

Jieyin stood amidst the ruins, a bitter expression on his face, silently observing everything before him.

Looking at his senior brother's appearance, Zhunti felt overwhelmed with guilt and said in a hoarse voice, "Senior brother, this time... it was I who caused trouble for the West."

Jieyin sighed and shook his head: "It's alright. Junior Brother has been working hard for the West for many years, and it's my fault for not taking good care of the family. This can be considered a calamity that the West has to endure."

The two brothers exchanged a glance, and everything was understood without a word.

The two then began to restore Mount Sumeru. With their extraordinary abilities and the power of the Heavenly Dao, the sages quickly reshaped the mountain, even using immense magical power to raise it further, making it even more majestic than before.

However, those destroyed spiritual roots, medicinal herbs, and exotic flowers and plants can never be recovered. The mountain is empty, with only bare rocks and sparse wild grass, looking particularly desolate.

After Zhunti left, Chen Qing dispersed the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation.

Just as he was about to leave, a voice suddenly rang in his ear: "Little Qingzi, your array formation is quite good. Come to my Golden Turtle Island and let your junior brothers and sisters get to know you."

It was the voice of the Tongtian Sect Leader, his tone tinged with satisfaction and pride.

Upon hearing this, Chen Qing immediately flew towards Jin'ao Island in the East China Sea.

In an instant, Chen Qing arrived above Jin'ao Island. Looking down, he saw ethereal mists swirling below, clouds billowing and rosy hues rising, strange peaks and rocks, cascading waterfalls and flowing springs, and mythical birds and beasts frolicking among the mountains—a scene of a blessed land.

Chen Qing couldn't help but sigh inwardly: As expected of a sacred place, it is in no way inferior to his own Penglai Three Immortal Islands.

However, upon further reflection, he realized that he hadn't properly managed the Three Immortal Islands. If he had put in the effort, they would likely be even better than Jin'ao Island. After all, Penglai, Fangzhang, and Yingzhou were all renowned islands in the prehistoric world.

As he was pondering, the space around him rippled slightly, and the Tongtian Sect Leader appeared beside him, asking with a smile, "How is it? Isn't my dojo quite nice? I had a lot of trouble finding this place. Although it's not as majestic and imposing as Kunlun Mountain, in terms of celestial scenery, it's no less impressive than Kunlun Mountain."

Tongtian's idea was simple: he just wanted to show off in front of his increasingly outstanding junior disciple. He forgot that Chen Qing himself possessed the Three Immortal Islands of Penglai.

Chen Qing nodded with a smile and said unhurriedly, "That's right. It's truly remarkable that you were able to find such a wonderful immortal island in such a short time. It's already comparable to my Penglai Immortal Island."

Tongtian's smug expression froze instantly.

Upon closer reflection, he realized that his junior disciple was truly extraordinary. His luck was like that of a bastard child of the Heavenly Dao, encountering one fortuitous event after another along the way, and possessing more spiritual treasures than the Three Pure Ones combined.

Even the Primordial Measuring Ruler in his hand was a gift from his junior apprentice.

It's only because he's now a saint that he could have won. Otherwise, if a real fight broke out, without the support of the Heavenly Dao, he might not have been able to defeat this junior disciple. Didn't you see that Zhunti was beaten bloody?

However, the only drawback was that Chen Qing was born a little late. If his cultivation had been higher when the Purple Cloud Palace was distributing the saintly positions, he could have competed with those powerful figures and perhaps even secured a place for himself.

If the Three Pure Ones were to join forces to seize a sainthood for him, that would be four saints from one family—just thinking about it is incredibly impressive. Unfortunately, the opportunity has passed, and it's too late.

At this moment, the disciples of the Jie Sect on Jin'ao Island also spotted Chen Qing and Tongtian standing in the sky above. Duobao led a group of people and flew up.

They first bowed respectfully to Tongtian, then ran over excitedly to bow to Chen Qing.

"Greetings, Senior Brother!"

Duobao and the others knew all too well how formidable this senior brother was, and they admired him greatly.

The newly initiated disciples behind them, though they hadn't personally witnessed Chen Qing's actions, had heard their senior brothers mention the various deeds of this leading disciple of the three sects. Seeing Duobao and the others respectfully bowing, they followed suit and bowed as well.

Looking at the vast, dark mass of disciples before him, Chen Qing roughly counted at least several hundred people and immediately felt a headache coming on.

He carefully examined the disciples of the Jie Sect and found that those standing in the front row were alright; each one had an air of otherworldly grace and extraordinary bearing, somewhat resembling the True Immortal of Fortune. But looking further back, things became rather absurd.

The disciples were all strange—some had horns on their heads, some had scales on their faces, some had tails trailing behind them, some were covered in black mist, and some hadn't even fully taken human form.

Even more outrageous is that many of them are decorated with bones, animal teeth and other random things. At first glance, they look nothing like immortal cultivators, but clearly demonic people!

He was full of evil and demonic energy, and had nothing to do with the word "immortal".

Chen Qing frowned slightly.

He had read the Investiture of the Gods in his previous life and knew that the Jie Sect had many disciples, some good and some bad, but seeing this scene with his own eyes was still hard for him to accept.

However, upon further reflection, he realized that his Uncle Tongtian's founding principle was "education for all," accepting disciples regardless of their background or origin, as long as they were sincere in their pursuit of the Dao. This magnanimity was indeed admirable. But such indiscriminate acceptance of disciples would inevitably lead to trouble in the future.

However, it wasn't appropriate to say these things now. Chen Qing suppressed the thoughts in his mind, waved his hand, and said calmly, "Get up, all of you."

Duobao and the others were initially very excited to see Chen Qing, but seeing his serious expression, they wondered what had upset their senior brother. They exchanged glances, not daring to say anything, and simply stood quietly to the side.

However, the disciples behind him didn't think so. They saw Chen Qing's arrogant demeanor, without even a polite word, simply saying "Get up," and they immediately felt uncomfortable.

A few of the bolder ones even glared at Chen Qing hatefully, muttering something under their breath.

With his cultivation level, Chen Qing could not possibly be deaf to the sound, and he immediately frowned.

Not only Chen Qing frowned, but Lian Tian and Duo Bao's expressions also darkened.

Tongtian's brows furrowed deeply. These disciples were usually quite well-behaved in front of him, but he never expected them to be so presumptuous in front of outsiders, especially in front of the three senior disciples. Where did this leave his master's face?

Duobao was so anxious that sweat beaded on his forehead, cursing inwardly: "These brainless idiots! How dare you provoke Senior Brother? Do you even know who Senior Brother is? He's someone who dares to confront even saints! How many of your heads do you have enough to beat him up?"

Seeing that the two were about to erupt, Chen Qing shook his head and calmly stopped them. He said indifferently, "Uncle-Master, this is not the place to talk."

Tongtian took a deep breath, his face stern, and with a wave of his hand, he vanished into thin air, leaving only one sentence echoing in the wind: "Chen Qing, Duobao, and the rest of you, come to Biyou Palace."

Chen Qing nodded and said to Duobao and the others, "Let's go, we'll talk about it downstairs."

After saying that, he turned and flew towards Biyou Palace on Jin'ao Island. Duobao and the others looked at each other, hesitated for a moment, and then followed him with gritted teeth.

They were filled with hatred. Those blind fools, did they not even use their brains when they acted? How dare they mess with their senior brother? Now look what's happened, even Master's face has changed, and who knows how this will end!