Primordial Era: The Steady Senior Brother, Tongtian is Going Crazy

"Your disciple obeys!"

A hint of joy flashed in Puxian's eyes, and he immediately accepted the order.

Tongtian's expression grew increasingly grim.

A century of confinement following the grand competition?

Putting aside whether this punishment can still be carried out after the competition, a hundred years of seclusion is nothing at all; it's not even a punishment!

Is this how you explain the humiliation suffered by the disciples of the Jie Sect?

Tongtian was furious, and he couldn't help but curse inwardly, "How hateful!"

The disciples of the Jie Sect were also furious!

"This is outrageous! This is absolutely outrageous!"

Not to mention Yuanshi's arrogant, disdainful, and murderous words, his methods of punishing Puxian Zhenren were excessive.

A century of confinement!

This punishment is completely incomparable to the way Yuanshi made the four demon generals die directly and reveal their true forms!

The disciples of the Jie Sect were furious when they thought that their junior brother had almost been forced back to his original form and died!

Just then, a figure ran over quickly and instantly stood next to Tongtian.

"Master, I'm late!"

……

"Senior Brother!"

As soon as the figure arrived, the originally angry disciples of the Jie Sect immediately became happy.

"Just in time..."

The same applies to Tongtian.

But thinking of the upcoming competition, he said no more, left a single sentence with a stern face, and flew into the air.

"You won't hold back from now on!"

The person who came was Zhang Zhuo!

He has been preparing for several days and is now fully ready.

Upon arriving, Zhang Zhuo saw his master's serious expression and heard him leave behind a few angry words, which puzzled him greatly.

He asked the junior students next to him and learned what had happened.

After listening, Zhang Zhuo closed his eyes.

Zhang Zhuo was even angrier. They were all from the Jie Sect, and he was the senior disciple.

Although he hadn't experienced what had just happened, he understood that feeling!

The disciples of the Jie Sect were unaware that Zhang Zhuo had set up a defensive formation on them, but as the master of the formation, Zhang Zhuo knew very well!

Others called him cowardly, and Zhang Zhuo admitted it.

The primordial world is too dangerous; without strength, acting recklessly is tantamount to courting death.

Just now, without the formation, the four demon generals would have been dead.

Venturing into unfamiliar territory without proper preparation is not courage, it's foolishness.

Zhang Zhuo was aware of this when he joined the Jie Sect.

He understood his junior brothers and sisters' personalities very well; otherwise, so many of them wouldn't have died during the Investiture of the Gods.

The disciples of the Jie Sect regarded the sect as their home, and they had a deep bond of camaraderie, respecting and caring for one another.

If anyone is in danger or is humiliated, the other disciples will do everything in their power to help.

Zhang Zhuo lived in the Jie Sect for ten thousand years, and so did he.

For the safety of his family, he repeatedly taught his juniors and fellow students.

There are many ways to achieve sainthood, but safety is the most important.

There's only one reason for doing this: the more prepared you are, the less danger you'll face.

He doesn't want any possible safety, only absolute safety.

In addition, there is an even more important reason—the Investiture of the Gods.

As someone from a later generation, Zhang Zhuo understood the significance of this battle better than anyone else.

The Jie Sect will become an enemy of the entire world.

One religion versus three religions, the Master alone versus four saints.

The Jie Sect was completely destroyed after the Investiture of the Gods, with almost all its disciples killed or wounded, and the sect no longer existed!

The ending was extremely tragic.

To avoid repeating past mistakes, Zhang Zhuo chose to keep a low profile, gradually change the status quo, and reverse the outcome of the Investiture of the Gods.

His frequent changes to the island's formations were not only due to his cautious nature, but also to prepare for the Investiture of the Gods war.

This action was also intended to warn the master and fellow disciples.

For example, upon learning that his junior brother had been severely injured by Master Puxian, Zhang Zhuo immediately made a mental note of this and planned to find an opportunity to get rid of him.

At this moment, Master Puxian suddenly shivered, as if he had a premonition of a deadly danger about to befall him.

Zhang Zhuo ignored the dying man and turned to his junior brothers and sisters.

"If you are truly angry, then do as Master says and unleash your fury during the competition."

"Our senior master and the Chan Sect look down on us, so we'll prove ourselves to them!"

"Yes, Senior Brother!"

The disciples of the Jie Sect responded in unison, their voices like thunder.

Their faces were filled with anger, their expressions were resolute, their magical power was ready to be unleashed, and they were eager to start the competition immediately.

The disciples of the Jie Sect did not wait; the grand competition began amidst the attention of the masses.

Only the Jie Sect and the Chan Sect participated in this competition; the Ren Sect did not participate.

Therefore, the Human Sect's Xuandu served as the referee, with Taiqing Laozi in charge.

Only after the Xuandu and Jie sects have decided their victor will the Human Sect join the battle.

The competition was conducted through a contest of skills.

The rules for magical duels must be followed: magical treasures, supernatural powers, and Taoist techniques can be used, but killing is strictly prohibited.

Once one party concedes defeat, is seriously injured, or faints, the other party must immediately cease fighting.

This rule was established to protect the lives of the disciples.

After the rules were announced, Lao Tzu simply waved his sleeves.

The sky darkened instantly, like dusk.

Everyone looked up and saw a huge magical artifact that blotted out the sky, with yin-yang fish patterns engraved on it.

"The Tai Chi symbol!"

Zhang Zhuo immediately recognized it as his master Laozi's magic weapon, one of the three great innate treasures of the primordial world.

The next moment, the world completely changed.

The world went dark again before everyone's eyes, and then they found themselves standing on the top of the sky, with the world beneath their feet formed by the Tai Chi diagram.

The matter is not over yet.

Lao Tzu's voice resounded throughout heaven and earth.

"The Tao gives birth to One, One gives birth to Two, Two gives birth to Three, and Three gives birth to all things!"

"Boom!"

A profound Daoist chant resounded, and suddenly a thousand-foot-tall immortal island appeared above the Taiji diagram and in front of everyone!

The fairy island split into two.

A moment later, the fairy island split again, becoming three islands.

The three fairy islands continue to split.

Finally, forty-nine fairy islands appeared before everyone's eyes!

Everyone gasped in shock.

The disciples of both the Jie Sect and the Chan Sect were shocked.

Lao Tzu created this scene with a wave of his hand, and everyone was awestruck.

Everyone immediately understood that these forty-nine immortal islands were the arena for the battle.

The Jie Sect is known as the Sect of Ten Thousand Immortals, but most of its disciples are nameless and have shallow cultivation, making them unable to participate.

Therefore, it was decided to open only forty-nine temples.

The competition was divided into three batches, conducted alternately by the Chan and Jie sects.

The first batch consisted of third-generation disciples.

The second batch consists of second-generation disciples.

The third batch consists of the first generation of disciples.

The next generation of disciples can challenge the next generation of disciples!

Let's begin!

After the Tai Chi diagram was set up, Lao Tzu transmitted the instructions from the heavens.

The voice just fell.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

The third-generation disciples of the Chan Sect immediately rushed into the Taiji Diagram and went to their respective dojos.

"Senior Brother, let's go!"

Upon seeing this, the disciples of the Jie Sect immediately took action, bowed to Zhang Zhuo, and left.

After a while.

All forty-nine temples were occupied by disciples of the Chan and Jie sects across three generations.

"Peak of the Profound Immortal realm, is this the strength of your Jie Sect? You dare to dream of standing out?"

A disciple of the Chan Sect at the mid-stage of the Taiyi Xuanxian realm directly mocked a disciple of the Jie Sect.

The other disciples of the Chan Sect also burst into laughter.

"Third-generation disciples at the peak of the Profound Immortal realm, who do you think your Jie Sect looks down on?"

"We are from the orthodox Xuanmen sect, disciples of the Three Pure Ones, how could we be so weak?"

"Don't say that my Chan Sect is bullying you."

"Previously, my Vice Leader, Randeng, deliberately chose not to participate in order to ensure fairness, and disdained to be your enemy!"

"Do you know the name of my Vice Leader, Burning Lamp? He is a quasi-saint, a powerful being!"

"I have said it before: those born from moisture and eggs will always remain those born from moisture and eggs, mediocre in talent, and unable to gain the favor of the Great Dao!"