Primordial Era: Becoming the Great Emperor of Humanity from the Start

Chapter 61: No Martial Morality!

At this moment, near the Six Paths of Reincarnation, a group of disciples of the Western Sect were silently watching the Six Paths of Reincarnation.

The leader was a rather handsome young man with a sorrowful expression on his face; he truly had a compassionate and sympathetic look.

"Brother Ksitigarbha, we have been observing the cycle of rebirth in the six realms for some time now. Have you come to any specific thoughts about it?"

This time, the Master specifically instructed us that the matter of the Six Realms of Reincarnation is of paramount importance, and we must not allow any mishaps!

The speaker was a disciple of the Western religion. He was quite handsome, but when he spoke, he unconsciously revealed a hint of ferocity.

"Jin Chanzi, my master has instructed me to take full responsibility for the matter of the Six Paths of Reincarnation. You need not ask any further questions; simply follow my instructions!"

Ksitigarbha gave Jin Chanzi a meaningful look. The Western Sect was not harmonious either, and the disciples had never been without their open and covert struggles.

This time, the two sages entrusted him with the task of planning the six realms of reincarnation. Some disciples may not say it, but they probably have their own ulterior motives.

After all, the Six Paths of Reincarnation is a matter of great importance. If the plan can be successfully devised, it will naturally be a tremendous achievement in the eyes of the two Western sages.

Moreover, these disciples of the Western Sect all knew that once they succeeded in planning the six realms of reincarnation, the benefits they would receive would be unimaginable.

It is not a delusion to sit in the realm of the six realms of reincarnation, accumulate boundless merit, and one day attain the supreme enlightenment of Buddhahood.

But now, this tremendous good fortune has fallen on Ksitigarbha's head, and some disciples of the Western Sect may not be convinced of it.

Ksitigarbha was naturally aware of the Western Sect disciples' petty thoughts; they were just some minor schemes and calculations, and with his abilities, there was no need to pay too much attention to them.

For Ksitigarbha, the most important thing now is naturally the cycle of rebirth in the six realms. After observing for some time, he discovered that the cycle of rebirth in the six realms is not simple at all.

"In just a thousand years, the Witch Clan has managed to make the Underworld quite well-organized; this is not typical of the Witch Clan!"

Ksitigarbha pondered to himself, a hint of doubt creeping into his heart, but he did not tell these words to the other disciples of the Western Sect.

However, precisely because of this, Ksitigarbha had some hesitation in his heart, and the plan he had already made in his heart could not be put into action immediately.

Perhaps for this reason, the disciples of the Western Sect gradually became restless and began to outwardly comply with his orders but inwardly defy them.

"No! This can't go on. We need to investigate the true nature of the underworld!" Ksitigarbha thought to himself.

Despite some doubts, it was clear that waiting any longer was not a solution, and Ksitigarbha knew he had to test the waters.

"Jin Chanzi, you led more than a dozen disciples to the underworld and forced the underworld to take care of my disciples on the grounds that my disciples need to be reincarnated."

"Remember, no matter what the underworld's attitude is, we must press them relentlessly until they agree to our conditions!" Ksitigarbha said.

"Hahaha! It's just a small underworld. My sect is a lineage of sages, so they have no choice but to agree!" Jin Chanzi said confidently.

Jin Chanzi then led several disciples of the Western Sect and marched imposingly toward the underworld.

Ksitigarbha gazed at Jin Chanzi's gradually disappearing figure with an inscrutable expression, lost in thought, a cold smile slowly creeping onto his face.

"Trying to use me as a tool? If I don't cause some trouble, wouldn't I be letting you down?" Jin Chanzi sneered inwardly.

Jin Chanzi, accompanied by several disciples of the Western Sect, swaggered towards the Underworld without making any attempt to conceal their presence.

Before this, Jin Chanzi had been to the Six Paths of Reincarnation several times. Although the Wu Clan he encountered spoke unfriendly, they never stopped him.

This is naturally because they are disciples of the Western Sect, backed by a sage. Even the witch clan dares not do anything to them.

But this time, before Jin Chanzi even arrived at the Yama's Palace in the underworld, a group of ox-headed and horse-faced demons stopped them.

"What are you doing? Don't you recognize us?" Jin Chanzi said coldly and arrogantly.

Jin Chanzi was also slightly surprised. Why was the Wu Clan blocking them, which was contrary to their usual behavior? What did they want to do?

However, Jin Chanzi originally wanted to cause a big commotion in the underworld so that Ksitigarbha would lose face.

The group of witches who stopped them and looked at them, the disciples of the Western Sect, with extremely unfriendly eyes were exactly what Jin Chanzi wanted.

Therefore, Jin Chanzi didn't think much of it. On the contrary, he was eager to provoke the Wu Clan so that he could cause a ruckus in the underworld.

"Hmph! I don't care who you are. This is a sacred place of the Six Paths of Reincarnation. Trespassers will be killed without mercy. Attack!"

Soon, Jin Chanzi was completely dumbfounded. The Wu Clan not only stopped them, but actually started to attack them directly.

The cultivation levels of this group of Western Sect disciples were not weak either; apart from a few Taiyi Xuanxian, the rest were basically Golden Immortals.

As an outstanding disciple of the Western Sect, Jin Chanzi's strength far surpasses that of other Western Sect disciples, and he has already entered the realm of Great Luo Golden Immortal.

The Western Sect disciples were indeed quite strong, but they couldn't withstand the gang attack from the Witch Clan, who numbered in the hundreds.

Jin Chanzi quickly noticed the anomaly. He discovered that among this group of witches, there were not only many Golden Immortals, but also several Great Luo Golden Immortals hidden among them.

Within moments of the attack, the Western Sect disciples were already outmatched and were beaten black and blue by the numerous witch clan members.

"The six-winged golden cicada, that's quite an interesting fellow!"

At this moment, not far away, Jiang Heng and the experts of the Wu Clan were silently watching this one-sided battle.

When Jiang Heng saw Jin Chanzi, his heart stirred slightly, and a strange smile involuntarily appeared on his face.

With Jiang Heng's cultivation level, it was not difficult for him to see that Jin Chanzi's true form was actually the famous six-winged golden cicada among the primordial beasts.

The six-winged cicada ranks first among the six ancient insects. It is shaped like a six-winged flying knife with a long, narrow, and sharp body.

The legendary six-winged cicada is greedy and feeds on devouring living beings, but this insect is born with supreme wisdom and is the seed of cultivation.

Back then, when the Daoist was traveling to Kunlun Mountain, he encountered a six-winged celestial silkworm that had been spinning its cocoon. He was moved by its transformation and took it as his disciple.

As a disciple of a sage and also an ancient ferocious beast, Jin Chanzi's strength was naturally not weak, and he was considered a strongman among the Great Luo Golden Immortals.

But what Jiang Heng was interested in was Jin Chanzi's future identity. Jin Chanzi was reincarnated in later generations and eventually became the famous Tang Sanzang.

Tang Sanzang was a key figure in the journey to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures, and also the key to the great prosperity of Western religions, so Jiang Heng was naturally quite curious about him.

"If we kill Jin Chanzi now, will the Journey to the West storyline not happen?" Jiang Heng pondered to himself, somewhat tempted.

But Jiang Heng quickly abandoned this unrealistic idea. Because, to be honest, Jin Chanzi was actually not important at all.

The Journey to the West is a script set by the will of Heaven, which even saints cannot stop. Killing Jin Chanzi is of no use at all.

Even without Jin Chanzi, the Western Sect could easily produce Yin Chanzi, who would just be another pilgrim.

However, if Jiang Heng were to act rashly and be detected by the Heavenly Dao, thus falling into its watchful eye, he would suffer a greater loss than gain.

"This disciple of the Western Sect is quite strong. Should we kill them all?" asked the Ancestral Witch Xuanming.

The Xuanming Ancestral Witch was referring to Jin Chanzi. Among the disciples of the Western Sect, Jin Chanzi was the only one left who still had the ability to resist.

Fortunately, to ensure everything went perfectly this time, Jiang Heng specifically asked the Great Witch to take action, so it was only a matter of time before Jin Chanzi was defeated.

"Give them a good lesson, then throw them out of the Six Paths of Reincarnation. These Western Sect disciples are just expendable pawns, completely insignificant!" Jiang Heng said.

The person in charge of the Western Sect this time is Ksitigarbha, but it was Jin Chanzi who came. If there is no problem, Jiang Heng will be the first to disbelieve it.

Since Ksitigarbha had sent some expendable pawns to test the true nature of the underworld, Jiang Heng simply sent these Western Sect disciples back.

If this could attract Ksitigarbha, that would be ideal. Even if it didn't, it wouldn't matter, as Jiang Heng had prepared much more for the Western Sect than just this.

While Jiang Heng was talking to the Xuanming Ancestral Witch, Jin Chanzi was also knocked down by several great witches. What followed was naturally a warm welcome from the witch clan.

When these Western Sect disciples were thrown out of the cycle of reincarnation, they were all bruised and swollen, and they could barely walk.

This is terrible! Absolutely terrible! I never imagined that these esteemed disciples of the Western Religion would fall to such a state.

Those despicable witches not only attacked them without warning, beating them to this state, but also plundered them completely.

Whether it was magical artifacts or spiritual medicines, everything of value they possessed was looted by the witch clan.

When they were thrown out of the cycle of reincarnation, they were completely naked, and could only use their magic to conjure clothes to cover their shame.

For disciples of the prestigious Western Religion to stoop to such a state is not only a disgrace to themselves, but also a complete loss of face for the Western Religion.

If this matter were to spread, the Western Religion would immediately become a laughing stock throughout the entire prehistoric world, and countless beings would discuss it over tea and after meals.

"Damn it! If I don't avenge this, I'll be unworthy of being a disciple of the Western Sect!" Jin Chanzi gritted his teeth and turned to look at the underworld.

Jin Chanzi, after all, was a disciple of a sage. When had he ever been so humiliated? At this moment, the hatred in his heart was so intense that even the waters of the Three Rivers could not wash it away.

How could Jin Chanzi possibly swallow such a humiliating insult from the Wu tribe? He not only wanted revenge, but he wanted to take it sternly.

"No! It was Ksitigarbha who sent us to the underworld. He must give us an explanation for this!" Jin Chanzi said in a deep voice.

Upon hearing this, the other Western Sect disciples echoed his sentiments. Ksitigarbha had actually instructed them to pressure the Witch Clan? Who would have thought the Witch Clan would be so arrogant?

As the person in charge this time, if Ksitigarbha doesn't give them an explanation, how can he convince the public?

Seeing all the Western Sect disciples united in their hatred of the enemy, Jin Chanzi sneered inwardly as he quickly walked back the way he came.

(End of this chapter)