Transmigrating into Haotian, ruling the Three Pure Ones and pacifying the primordial world.

"Disciple respectfully welcomes Master. May Master enjoy eternal bliss and boundless longevity!"

Tens of thousands of disciples bowed down, their resounding voices mingling with the overwhelming malevolent energy that shook even the void.

Billions of sword energies emerged from the East Sea, paving a silver-white path of light. The clanging of swords accompanied a Taoist in a blue robe with an arrogant expression. Beside him were four disciples: one male and three female, two Quasi-Saints and two Great Luo Immortals, all with solemn expressions.

"Get up!" Tongtian's expression was calm, his gaze towards the many disciples was timeless, but a hint of eagerness flashed in his eyes.

"Thank you, Master."

The sound reverberated throughout Lintong Pass, turning the faces of all the rogue cultivators and immortals in Zhou's army deathly pale.

The Jie Sect was the largest sect in the prehistoric world, known as the sect where ten thousand immortals came to pay homage. But seeing it with my own eyes today, I realized how extraordinary its power was.

The sheer presence of ten thousand people standing together made them nervous, and they even considered backing down.

With his all-seeing divine eye sweeping across the void, countless divine thoughts nodded slightly. He proclaimed loudly, "This is the final battle of our Jie Sect. I once said that the great calamity will be a time to distinguish jade from stones. After this battle, the opportunity will manifest, and whoever wins will be listed."

"Form the formation!" A low shout rang out, and the disciples of the Jie Sect scattered, standing densely in their positions. An object descended from the Tongtian Qingyun, a scroll engraved with countless patterns. Threads flew out and connected to each disciple.

In an instant, strange fog and cold wind stirred up, colorful clouds enveloped five-colored golden light, and auspicious clouds rose in thousands of vibrant colors.

The front and back rows were mountain-dwelling Taoist priests and Quanzhen practitioners, while the left and right rows were wandering monks and lay practitioners. Each of them wore a nine-flower turban and a water-patterned robe, or a bright red robe and a lotus seed headband. At their waists were either a Tai'a sword or a wrought iron rod.

The disciples of the Jie Sect moved in unison, and in the blink of an eye, they stood on the array diagram, each holding a divine banner, becoming one with the array diagram below.

Azure banners fluttered amidst swirling blue clouds; white flags danced with vibrant colors; crimson flags billowed like fiery clouds; black canopies billowed with dark aura.

Six more people emerged from the center of the formation: Wuyun Xian, Jinguang Xian, and Qiushou Xian, all radiating divine light; Lingya Xian, Pilu Xian, and Jingu Xian, all exuding an imposing aura.

At the very end, on the Seven Fragrances Carriage sat the Golden Spirit Mother, who split the sects; on the Eight Tigers Carriage sat the Treasure-Gathering Taoist, who oversaw all the immortals.

Tongtian watched his disciples enter the formation and couldn't help but sigh inwardly, regretting that Yunxiao and Gongming were not there.

That's it!

Tongtian withdrew his thoughts, his eyes sharpened, and Qingyun unfolded. In an instant, cultivators of all realms felt an extremely intense killing intent erupt.

"Neither copper, nor iron, nor steel, it was once hidden beneath Mount Sumeru."

Without reversing Yin and Yang to refine it, how could it not be tempered by water and fire to hone its sharpness?

Slaying immortals brings profit, killing immortals brings death, and trapping immortals causes red light to rise everywhere.

The transformations of immortals are infinitely wondrous; even the most powerful immortals are stained with blood.

The ancient ballad seemed to have come from the beginning of time, carrying a murderous intent that made even the gods and immortals who witnessed this scene lose their senses, and even the atmosphere in the void became heavy.

A moment later, a hazy yellow spiritual treasure fell, instantly stabilizing the primordial land. A purplish-black divine light spread from the underworld, causing Tongtian to nod slightly: "Thank you, fellow Daoists."

No one answered; only a faint sigh echoed from the void.

The Zhuxian Sword Formation finally came to a complete stop. It seemed to be only ten feet away from the disciples of the Jie Sect, but it was as if it were in another world, with endless space in between.

A chilling aura filled the air, a cold wind howled, thunder roared and lightning flashed from all directions within the formation, and a fog obscured the view.

The heavens stretched out a hand and pointed, causing the wind to howl and the universe to tremble; thunder roared fiercely, shaking mountains and rivers. Lightning flashed like red silk, piercing through the clouds and flying like fire; fog obscured the sun and moon, and shrouded the earth.

"Fellow Daoists, do you dare to break the formation!" Tongtian laughed wildly. Just as he stood on the formation platform, the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation suddenly began to rotate, and all its power was focused on him.

A powerful aura suddenly erupted, causing exclamations to echo through the void: "Seventh Heaven of Primordial Chaos!"

As the Zhuxian Sword Formation rotated, Tongtian seemed to become the connection between the two formations. All the power converged, and the chilling sword energy swept across the nine heavens. The innate killing patterns tore through the void, and the immense pressure caused the immortals to retreat continuously.

The four colors of divine light—green, yellow, red, and white—of the Zhuxian Sword Formation rose up like pillars of heaven, but it carried boundless killing intent. Even a mere wisp of it could sever the souls of countless immortals and gods.

"Hahaha, come on, all of you! Let me see how you plan to break my Jie Sect's formation and what abilities you have to send my disciple to the list!"

Tongtian's arrogant laughter rang out again, and the saints in the void had complicated expressions. Is this the trump card of the Jie Sect?

He has reached the seventh level of the Primordial Chaos Realm, standing on the same level as the Heavenly Emperor!

In Zhou Jun's camp, Long Ji and Bo Huang Xuantian exchanged a glance and both showed bitter smiles. They originally thought that this saint had resigned himself to his fate, but they did not expect that he had such a trick up his sleeve.

It is said that the saint of the Jie Sect is straightforward, but he is still a saint after all, and he easily fooled them.

The Sage of Tongtian was forced to establish the formation and did not violate the previous agreement at all. Now that he has temporarily reached the seventh level of Hunyuan through other means, even the Emperor has no legitimate reason to intervene.

How could the sages of the three religions possibly be a match for them!

On the other side, the disciples of the three religions had already set up reed tents and bowed to the three ancestral temples of Shouyang, Kunlun, and Xumi, saying, "Disciples respectfully invite our Master to grace us with His presence."

A purple aura stretched for 30,000 miles in the east. An elderly man with white hair and beard, full of vigor, rode a blue ox slowly from Shouyang Mountain. Behind him, a Tai Chi phantom evolved into worlds, and accompanied by bursts of Taoist chants, figures appeared within them, helping and saving people.

"Roar—" The nine dragons roared in unison, seven-colored rays of light spread out, the sun, moon and stars shone brightly, and the phantom of the Jade Palace was suspended in the clouds. The noble Nine Dragons Incense Carriage passed through the void, with Nanji Zi and Baihe Tongzi standing on the left and right, and the Twelve Golden Immortals and Yun Zhongzi following on both sides of the carriage, their expressions solemn.

Golden lotus petals drifted down, and two golden beams of light swept across Mount Sumeru in the west. One had a bitter face and stood on a golden lotus, while the other had his hair in two buns and stepped on auspicious clouds, his Seven Treasures Tree radiating divine light.

The two brought Maitreya and others here; their auras had already recovered to that of Great Luo Golden Immortals.

"We pay homage to the Sage!"

At this moment, whether they were disciples of the three religions or rogue cultivators from the primordial world, they all bowed down. The arrival of the four sages to break the Immortal Slaughtering Technique gave them great confidence.

The disciples of the Jie Sect stood in the formation, looking at the four saints. Some showed respect, some ignored them, some were filled with resentment, and some had their eyes gleaming as if they were plotting something in secret.

Tongtian coughed lightly, and Duobao Jinling took the lead, followed by the others who bowed: "Disciple greets Grand Master Uncle, Second Master Uncle, and two Martial Uncles."

Laozi remained expressionless, only his beard moved without wind. Yuanshi nodded slightly, a look of satisfaction flashing in his eyes: "Get up. You're quite sensible."

Jieyin and Zhunti, seeing Tongtian's imposing aura, looked fearful: "Senior brothers, how can we break such a vicious formation!"

"You should have thought of this before you came, that the three religions could break the Immortal Slaughtering Sect." Laozi showed no surprise, knowing that these two would back down.

"If you are unwilling, you may leave now!" Yuanshi said calmly.

Zhunti gave an embarrassed smile: "This humble Taoist was just joking."

If one withdraws at this point, the spots on the physical list will be completely irrelevant to Western religion.

"It's time to enter the battle!" Laozi straightened up, but suddenly a commotion came from the horizon.