Primordial Era: I am the First Green Ox, the Senior Brother of the Three Religions

Chapter 703 I, Haotian, will kill the Western Saints!

"How dare you, you brat!"

With a roar of anger, the entire Mount Sumeru trembled. In the Eight Treasures Merit Pool, countless golden lotuses of merit withered instantly, only to bloom again under the sorrowful holy might of the Receiving Saint.

Those eyes, which always held a hint of calculation, were now filled with boundless rage.

Kill their Western religious quasi-saints?

Did they kill him right in front of the Heavenly Emperor Haotian, on the territory of the Heavenly Court?

This is not just a slap in the face; it's tearing off the face of their Western religion, along with the skin of Mount Sumeru, and throwing it on the ground to be trampled on repeatedly!

"What a brilliant Yang Jian! What a brilliant Xuanmen!"

Zhunti was so angry that he trembled all over. The Seven Treasures Tree in his hand emitted boundless divine light, as if it would break through the void and descend directly to the primordial world in the next second to capture Yang Jian and suppress him under Mount Sumeru for hundreds of millions of years.

"Junior brother, calm down."

The Sage who was guiding the way spoke slowly. His voice was as sorrowful as ever, but his half-open eyes flashed with a colder light than Zhunti's.

He didn't look at the furious Zhunti, nor did he pay attention to Haotian's weeping complaints. Instead, he focused his gaze on Haotian.

The gaze of a sage seems to pierce through all illusions.

"Fellow Daoist Heavenly Emperor." The guiding voice was slow and deep. "You are the Supreme Being of the Three Realms, personally appointed by the Dao Ancestor. You are endowed with the destiny of the Heavenly Dao, and your cultivation has already advanced to the level of a Saint."

"No matter how exceptionally talented Yang Jian is, he is still just a newly promoted Quasi-Saint."

"Even if his old servant is truly a late-stage Quasi-Saint, he is nothing more than an ant that can be crushed with a flick of the wrist in front of you, the Heavenly Emperor."

"Why didn't you intervene and keep him here?"

The question posed by the Sage of Guidance was like a bucket of ice water, instantly extinguishing Zhunti's anger and causing Haotian, who was still putting on an act, to feel a sudden jolt in his heart.

Old fox!

As expected of a sage, he's much harder to fool than that hothead Zhunti!

Haotian's grief and indignation froze instantly, then transformed into a deeper bitterness and helplessness. He let out a long sigh, the frustration in his voice enough to break anyone's heart and bring tears to their eyes.

"Brother Dao..."

"It's not that I don't want to, but that I... dare not!"

Don't dare?

Upon hearing this, both the saints, Jieyin and Zhunti, were stunned.

What did they hear?

How could the mighty Heavenly Emperor, the ruler of the Three Realms, say "I dare not"?

Within this primordial world, besides these high and mighty Heavenly Saints, who else could make Haotian utter these two words?

"You wouldn't dare?" Zhunti frowned, finding it utterly absurd. "Haotian, what do you mean? Is there some powerful figure behind Yang Jian?"

Haotian was waiting to hear those words!

A deep sense of dread appeared on his face, as if he had remembered something extremely terrifying, and he even lowered his voice.

"My two fellow Daoists, have you forgotten?"

"Who is Yang Jian's master?"

Haotian slowly uttered a name, a name that now carries more weight in the primordial world than even a saint.

"He is the senior disciple of the Xuanmen sect, the chief disciple of the Supreme Sage, and the personal disciple of Sage Niu Ben!"

Niu Ben!

When Haotian uttered those two words, the air around the entire Eight Treasures Merit Pool seemed to freeze.

For the first time, genuine shock and apprehension were revealed on the faces of the two saints, Jieyin and Zhunti.

How could it be him?

It's him again!

That monster who proved his Dao through force, was not bound by the Heavenly Dao, and whose combat power was close to that of the Dao Ancestor!

That madman who killed the saint Di Jun with one punch and forced the Wu and Yao races to withdraw from the prehistoric stage!

That variable who rules the underworld, whom even the Goddess Pingxin has to give some face to, and who was personally appointed as the "Protector of the Mysterious Gate" by the Dao Ancestor Hongjun!

If he was Niu Ben's disciple, then everything seems to make sense.

Only Niu Ben had the audacity to allow his disciples to storm the Heavenly Court.

Only Niu Ben had the power to make the Heavenly Emperor Haotian not even dare to retaliate!

"Hmph! So what if he's a bull?"

After a brief moment of shock, Sage Zhunti snorted again, his neck stiff, looking fearless.

"Niu Ben may be strong, hailed as the number one saint among all the heavens! But does that give him the right to be unreasonable, to allow his disciples to indiscriminately kill quasi-saints of my Western Sect?"

"There are rules among sages! If he dares to wage war against my Western Sect for the sake of a single disciple, isn't he afraid of displeasing the Dao Ancestor?"

Although Zhunti spoke toughly, he was already starting to feel uneasy inside.

Trying to reason with that madman Niu Ben?

What a joke! Back then, he was a ruthless person who dared to go against even the Heavenly Dao!

Haotian was overjoyed when he heard this; it was exactly the effect he wanted!

"Brother Dao is right!" Haotian quickly stepped forward, echoing with righteous indignation.

"No matter how strong Niu Ben is, he can't be so domineering! This matter is no longer just a matter for our Heavenly Court; it also concerns the reputation of your Western Sect!"

He changed the subject, his tone becoming more serious, and a glint of light flashed in his eyes.

"Furthermore, my fellow Daoists, don't forget. Yang Jian claimed he would split Peach Mountain open in ten days to rescue Yao Ji. But what's suppressed beneath Peach Mountain isn't just Fairy Yao Ji alone!"

"Inside there are also important pieces that your Western Sect has laid out to deal with the Great Tribulation of the Investiture of the Gods! If Yang Jian succeeds and Peach Mountain is destroyed, wouldn't all your years of planning be ruined in an instant?"

Upon hearing this, the expressions on Jieyin and Zhunti's faces changed completely.

The Great Tribulation of the Investiture of the Gods was the key to the great rise of their Western Sect!

To this end, they planned countless events and planted countless pawns in the east, with the pawn at Peach Mountain being of paramount importance!

If Yang Jian were to destroy it, the loss would be enormous!

This is no longer a matter of saving face; it directly touches upon their core interests!

Jieyin and Zhunti exchanged a glance and instantly reached a consensus.

"Indeed!" Sage Zhunti slammed the Seven Treasures Tree in his hand, his eyes flashing with murderous intent. "No matter how strong Niu Ben is, he is ultimately not the Way of Heaven! We sages act in accordance with the will of Heaven. Would he defy Heaven for the sake of a junior?"

"We at the Western Church have decided to take charge of this matter!"

The Sage who guided them nodded slowly, and a rare look of determination appeared on his sorrowful face.

"Very well. In that case, let's go to Peach Mountain in ten days."

"I want to see just how capable Niu Ben's disciple really is!"

"Excellent!" Haotian was overjoyed, but his face showed a relieved expression that said "the overall situation is settled."

Become!

He achieved his goal perfectly!

By dragging these two saints of the Western Church into the fray, and letting them clash head-on with that madman Niu Ben, we can sit back and watch the tigers fight!

"Since you two fellow Daoists are willing to lend a hand, then I am relieved!" Haotian bowed to the two of them. "I will immediately return to the Heavenly Court to gather the troops. Ten days from now, I will await your arrival at Peach Mountain!"

Having said that, he didn't linger. He turned around and transformed into a golden ray of light, leaving Mount Sumeru with a satisfied heart.

Watching Haotian's departing figure, Zhunti sneered, "That old fox, he's up to no good!"

Jieyin remained calm and said indifferently, "It's alright. He has his plans, and we have ours. Yang Jian is just the right person to test what level Niu Ben has reached."

……

at the same time.

Beyond the thirty-three heavens, in the endless chaos.

Two figures tore through the chaotic air currents and came to a steady stop in front of a palace enveloped in endless auspicious clouds and mist.

On the palace plaque, three ancient Taoist characters exude an aura of creation.

Nuwa Palace.

"Young Master, we've arrived." The Eastern King Duke stood respectfully behind Yang Jian.

Yang Jian nodded, looking at the sacred site before him, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

Third sister... I'm here.

Just as he was about to step forward and knock on the door, a streak of light flew out of the palace and transformed into a maid in colorful clothes, blocking their way.

The maid's cultivation had reached the Great Luo Golden Immortal level. Looking at Yang Jian and the Eastern King Duke in front of her, she carried the arrogance of a disciple of a sage.

"stop!"

"Who are you? How dare you trespass into the sacred grounds of a sage!"

The maid in colorful clothes had a clear, crisp voice, but it carried a condescending, scrutinizing quality.

As a direct disciple of the sage Nuwa, the Golden Phoenix Fairy was revered wherever she went in this primordial world, with countless immortals paying homage to her.

Even those near-saints and powerful beings would address her respectfully as "Fairy".

The two people in front of me, one a handsome young man and the other an old man with a reserved demeanor, just barged straight into the entrance of Nuwa Palace, completely unaware of their own limitations.

Yang Jian frowned slightly. He had come to visit relatives and did not want to cause any trouble. He was about to introduce himself when he spoke.

However, the Eastern King behind him had already made his move.

Dongwanggong stepped forward, not even glancing at the Golden Phoenix Fairy, and simply released his terrifying pressure, belonging to the late Quasi-Saint stage, without any concealment, towards the front.

boom!

There was no earth-shattering sound, no devastating energy.

But the arrogance on Fairy Jin Feng's face melted away completely in that instant, like ice and snow exposed to the scorching sun.

Instead, there was endless horror and fear!

She felt as if her primordial spirit was being gripped tightly by an invisible, chaotic giant hand, and even her thoughts had come to a standstill.

What kind of pressure was that?

It was more terrifying than any quasi-saint she had ever seen! That aura was ancient and vast, and even contained a trace of chaotic power that made her soul tremble!

Her proud cultivation as a Great Luo Golden Immortal was as insignificant as a speck of dust in a storm before this oppressive force.

She couldn't even lift a finger, let alone resist.

"thump!"

The Golden Phoenix Fairy's legs went weak, and she knelt directly in the chaos, her face deathly pale and her whole body trembling like a leaf.

"you……"

She wanted to beg for mercy and ask who the other person was, but she found that her throat was blocked and she couldn't say a word.

After doing all this, Dongwanggong did it as if he had only crushed an insignificant ant.

Only then did he raise his head, his gaze passing over the kneeling Golden Phoenix Fairy and looking at the misty Nuwa Palace. Although his voice was respectful, it clearly resounded throughout the entire Sage's Daoist temple.

"Three thousand guests in Zixiao Palace, including my former Daoist friend, the Eastern King."

"I have been ordered by the sage Niu Ben of the Xuanmen sect to escort his disciple Yang Jian to pay homage to my senior sister Nuwa."

His voice wasn't loud, but every word contained a special Daoist charm, penetrating the many restrictions of the Nuwa Palace and resounding directly in the deepest part of the palace.

Zixiao Palace!

Dongwanggong!

Niu Ben, the Sage!

Yang Jian!

Senior Sister Nuwa!

The combination of these words contains a tremendous amount of information!

The Golden Phoenix Fairy, kneeling on the ground, was completely dumbfounded.

Dongwanggong?

The Eastern King Duke, who was personally appointed as the head of male immortals by the Taoist Ancestor in ancient times, and who was later said to have been destroyed by the Heavenly Court of the Demon Race in the War between the Witch and the Demon?

Wasn't he dead a long time ago? How is he still alive?

Moreover, how could his cultivation level be so terrifying?

What shocked her even more was that this legendary ancient powerhouse claimed to be acting as a bodyguard for the young man named Yang Jian on the orders of the sage Niu Ben.

Niu Ben, the Sage!

That name is a taboo in this primordial world! It is a living legend!

And this Yang Jian is actually his disciple?

The most outrageous thing is that this Dongwanggong actually calls his own master "senior sister"?

What... what generation is this?

The Golden Phoenix Fairy's mind had completely turned into a mess.

All she knew was that today, she felt like she had kicked a rock harder than Mount Buzhou.

Yang Jian stood aside, watching the Eastern King Duke's actions, and nodded in approval to himself.

specialized!

As expected of a seasoned veteran from ancient times, his pomp and circumstance are perfectly executed.

First, use absolute power to suppress them, so that they dare not show the slightest disrespect.

Then, by bringing up his identity as someone who had listened to the Dao at Zixiao Palace, he tried to establish a relationship with the Sage Nuwa and cultivate a friendship; this was "propriety".

Finally, I bring up the name of my master, Niu Ben, to tell you who my backer is, so you won't dare to disrespect me. This is "power".

With such a combination of moves, even if it were the Dao Ancestor himself, let alone the Sage Nuwa, he would probably have to give her some face.

Just then, the tightly closed gates of Nuwa Palace opened silently.

A peaceful, compassionate, and holy aura, imbued with boundless creative power, emanated from the palace, instantly dissolving the oppressive force that the Eastern King Duke had placed upon the Golden Phoenix Fairy.

"So it's my friend Dongwanggong. It's been many years. I hope you've been well."

A gentle and soft female voice, yet carrying supreme majesty, came from the depths of the palace.

"Distinguished guest, Jin Feng has acted improperly and offended you, fellow Daoist. Please forgive her."

"Come in and let's talk."

Upon gaining her freedom, Fairy Jin Feng quickly scrambled to her feet, still shaken, and retreated to the side. She dared not look at Yang Jian and Dong Wang Gong again, keeping her head down and trembling.

A smile appeared on Dongwanggong's face; he knew he had achieved his goal.

He turned to Yang Jian and respectfully made a "please" gesture.

"Young Master, please."

Yang Jian took a deep breath, suppressed his excitement, straightened his robes, and strode into the legendary sacred site.

The Eastern King followed closely behind, and the two of them walked into the wide-open palace gate, one after the other.

Upon entering the Nuwa Palace, the view suddenly opened up before my eyes.

There is neither the magnificent splendor of the Lingxiao Palace nor the golden light of Mount Sumeru.

Yes, there is only endless vitality and creation.