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

"There's a battle ahead!" Houtu's expression darkened. The commotion that could travel such a distance must be a battle between Great Luo Golden Immortals.

Fighting fiercely at Buzhou Mountain is truly disrespectful to the Father God. Houtu's beautiful eyes were filled with murderous intent, and her aura was gradually rising.

Haotian paused for a moment, wondering if it was someone he knew.

"Fellow Daoist, let's go take a look together." Houtu smiled coldly, her tone somewhat disgusted. "These cultivators are really annoying, making Buzhou Mountain a mess."

Haotian shook his head. They must have encountered a spiritual treasure. However, he could understand fighting at Buzhou Mountain. Although all living beings respected the Great God Pangu, their respect was nothing compared to a primordial spiritual treasure.

The Wu tribe regards Pangu as their father god and spiritual pillar. For them, Mount Buzhou is a sacred place, and fighting there is disrespectful to Pangu.

However, judging from Houtu's appearance, she seems to have come alone.

The two transformed into divine light and flew upwards, while three Taoist priests stood at the edge of the battlefield, watching the two fighting with unfriendly expressions.

"You wretched creature!" The stern-faced middle-aged man's jade ruyi gleamed with divine light, and it looked as if he was about to smash it down.

"Fellow Daoist Yuanshi, why do you have to do this? You want Lingbao to choose its master willingly, but if I don't take action, wouldn't this one just be getting it for nothing?"

The speaker was dressed in a blood-red Taoist robe, and the sword in his hand emitted a red sword light, accompanied by a stench, causing the white-haired youth opposite him to retreat steadily.

"Those who know what's good for them will hand over their spiritual treasures. The weakest among them dares to take the best-quality one." The old man in the blood-red robe chuckled sinisterly. "I am not one of the Three Pure Ones, and I do not possess such high morals."

The white-haired youth was pale, his magic power preventing the spread of blood energy on his arm. He weakly said, "Innate spiritual treasures belong to the virtuous. Why force others to do what is not right?"

"Youde, how much morality do you possess?" The old man in the blood-red robe sneered. "I will kill you, so that even your virtue will become devoid of it."

As he spoke, a blood-red phantom appeared behind him, within which countless souls struggled, yet could not escape. The stench caused a change in the spiritual energy of the world. Yuanshi frowned in disgust and threw out the Three Treasures Jade Ruyi, drawing down the light of the sun, moon, and stars to purify the place.

"What are you doing, fellow Daoist?" The old man in the blood-red robe's expression changed slightly. He could only deal with Bai Ze on the other side. The Three Pure Ones were all more powerful than him, and the three brothers working together were beyond his ability to handle.

"On Mount Buzhou, Fellow Daoist Styx should maintain some respect." The young man with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes lightly flicked the Qingping Sword in his hand. "If you wish to duel with swords, I am willing to test our sword skills with you after we descend the mountain."

Styx narrowed his eyes, sensing the sword intent rising from Tongtian's body. After a moment of contemplation, he said, "Alright, let's see if your swordsmanship is stronger, or if my killing sword is superior."

Laozi glanced at him emotionlessly, put away the coiled dragon flat cane in his hand, and was about to step forward.

"Wait a minute. If you three fellow Daoists don't take this last spiritual treasure, then I will." Styx glanced at the silent Bai Ze.

"Whoosh~"

A sword aura shot straight towards the Styx River. As it approached him, the Styx River turned into blood and disappeared. The sword aura struck Buzhou Mountain and vanished.

"My second brother said that innate spiritual treasures choose their own masters. Did you not understand, fellow Daoist?" A cold glint flashed in Tongtian's eyes, which shocked Minghe. This person's strength was actually so great.

Styx's lips twitched, and he had no choice but to step aside.

"Whoosh~"

A flash of blue light appeared, and a huge banana leaf flew directly down the mountain. Styx was about to reach out to intercept it, but remembering Tongtian's warning, he could only reluctantly lower his hand.

The Three Pure Ones, who were about to leave, also showed surprise. They hadn't expected their destined person to arrive so quickly.

This spiritual root is called the Four Symbols Banana Tree, which can produce four banana fans containing the essence of earth, water, fire and wind. Each one is a top-grade innate spiritual treasure. The three of them were the first to discover it, but unfortunately only Laozi encountered the Fire Banana which chose its own master, while Yuanshi and Tongtian could not pick it no matter how hard they tried.

Just as they were about to forcefully pluck it, the spiritual root escaped. Fortunately, they still managed to find it in Buzhou Mountain. However, if they tried to pluck it again, the banana tree would wither and the remaining three banana leaf fans would suffer great damage to their original essence.

Yuanshi and Tongtian abandoned the idea. Although they had obtained the method to sever the three corpses, they did not lack this high-grade innate spiritual treasure. Then Bai Ze and Minghe came one after another. Unexpectedly, Bai Ze, who was the weakest, obtained the most powerful Earth Banana, while Minghe obtained the weakest Wind Banana.

Styx was indignant, and the two began to fight. At this moment, the Water Banana suddenly flew out. In an instant, all five looked down the mountain. White mist surged, and a man and a woman transformed into divine light and rushed over.

The young man had a dignified air about him, but his aura was unusually ethereal, while the woman in palace attire had a hint of anger on her face, and her beautiful eyes swept over the group.

Haotian shook the banana leaf fan in his hand, his face full of smiles: "Is my luck so strong that I've encountered a primordial spiritual treasure choosing its master right away?"

His gaze swept over the group, taking in the indignant old man in the blood-red robe and the weak-looking white-haired youth. He roughly understood what was going on, while the Three Pure Ones stood at a distance, looking at him with suspicion and uncertainty.

"The aura is somewhat familiar." Tongtian stroked his chin, Yuanshi nodded in agreement, and Laozi frowned, looking at Haotian's face. There was a sense of familiarity. In just tens of thousands of years, he had directly broken through from the late Taiyi stage to the mid-Daluo stage. This speed was simply too fast!

"Don't you three senior brothers recognize your little brother?" Haotian cupped his hands towards the Three Pure Ones and grinned.

"It really is Junior Brother Haotian!" Tongtian was extremely surprised. He transformed into a sword light and arrived in front of Haotian, looking him up and down. "How did you cultivate so quickly?"

"I encountered some fortuitous opportunities." Haotian said casually, which made Tongtian envious. After so many years, the three brothers still had no clue about the Corpse Slayer, while this junior brother's cultivation had caught up.

"Junior brother." Laozi and Yuanshi stepped forward and pressed down on Tongtian's flailing hands. "How is Master?"

"Master is still in seclusion." Haotian sighed and transmitted his voice, since it was not appropriate to publicize Hongjun's seclusion.

Sanqing frowned immediately. Why did Junior Brother Haotian still call Master "Master"? Could it be that Master did not accept him as a disciple? His cultivation was already at the mid-stage of the Great Luo realm. Even if his talent was inferior to theirs, it was no worse than that of the Styx River!

"We'll talk about it later." Hao gave a wink, and the two people opposite them saw that they were getting close and were almost standing together.

Houtu looked at the Three Pure Ones with a puzzled expression. The aura seemed somewhat familiar. She frowned and asked, "I am Houtu. How shall I address you, fellow Daoists?"

"Taiqing Laozi/Yuqing Yuanshi/Shangqing Tongtian." The three of them also looked at Houtu, their eyes filled with doubt, as if they were witnessing the aura of the Father God Pangu.

Haotian coughed lightly, breaking the strange atmosphere. "Let's wait until later to acknowledge our kinship; there are still outsiders here."

Houtu nodded and looked at Styx and Bai Ze: "Mount Buzhou is the transformation of the great god Pangu. Fellow Daoist, it is best not to make a move here."