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

As Dong Wanggong took a step forward, his aura erupted like that of an ancient volcano that had been dormant for millions of years.

That domineering aura belonging to the head of the ancient male immortals swept over the entire Peach Mountain without reservation.

The spiritual energy between heaven and earth gathered wildly, transforming into tangible pure yang energy that churned and roared around him.

Maitreya's smiling face froze instantly.

His obese body was so intimidated by this oppressive force that it uncontrollably took half a step back.

The golden swastika, under the impact of the pure yang energy, made a cracking sound as it could not bear the weight, and its light quickly dimmed.

Maitreya stared intently at the old man holding a dragon-headed cane in front of him.

He sensed a chill emanating from the other person, a feeling he had only experienced with his two sage masters.

"Who are you!"

"How dare you oppose my Western Religion!"

Maitreya shouted angrily, trying to suppress the other party by using the name of the Western religion.

The Eastern King remained calm, not even lifting his eyelids.

He gently tapped his dragon-headed cane into the air.

boom!

The space within a radius of a hundred miles collapsed instantly, and violent spatial turbulence raged everywhere.

"I am the Eastern King."

These five simple words, however, struck like thunderbolts, resounding across Peach Mountain.

Maitreya's pupils dilated suddenly, and the expression on his face froze completely.

The pharmacist beside him also stopped what he was doing. The 108 golden Arhats swayed violently in mid-air, almost losing their formation.

"What?!"

"You...you are the Eastern King Duke?"

Maitreya cried out in shock, his voice filled with undisguised horror.

Wasn't the Eastern King Duke already dead in the Lich War?

Back then, the Purple Palace Celestial Court was breached by the Demon Clan's Heavenly Court, and the Eastern King Duke was annihilated, a fact known throughout the entire prehistoric world.

How could he still be alive!

At this moment, not only Maitreya and the Medicine Master were stunned.

Above the nine heavens, in the depths of endless void.

Those powerful beings from the Primordial Era who were secretly watching the Taoshan battlefield could no longer sit still.

Inside the Wuzhuang Temple, Zhen Yuanzi crushed the teacup in his hand to pieces, spilling tea all over the ground.

In the Netherworld Blood Sea, the Styx Ancestor suddenly rose from the Twelfth Grade Karmic Fire Red Lotus and stared intently at the scene in the water mirror.

The Eastern King has been resurrected!

This news is even more shocking than the legend of Yang Jian splitting the mountain to save his mother.

Even more terrifying is that this ancient powerhouse who once rivaled the Demon Emperor Di Jun now calls himself "Old Servant" and is willing to serve as Yang Jian's protector.

Who is behind Yang Jian?

It's Niu Ben!

That Primordial Supreme Golden Immortal who proved his Dao through force and didn't even respect the Heavenly Dao.

They were able to pull the seemingly dead Dongwanggong out of the river of time and make him wholeheartedly serve as their servant.

Just how terrifying are Niu Ben's methods!

Many who had originally planned to secretly intervene and curry favor with the Heavenly Court or the Western Sect now silently withdrew their divine senses and tightly closed the doors of their cave dwellings.

We can't afford to mess with them, we absolutely can't afford to mess with them.

After a brief period of deathly silence, the sky above Mount Tao was filled with the sound of death.

Maitreya forcibly suppressed the fear in his heart.

"So what if you are the Eastern King?"

"This is no longer your era."

"Our Western Religion acts on the orders of the Heavenly Court, and is backed by two sages. If you know what's good for you, you'd better leave immediately!"

The Eastern King laughed.

That smile was full of sarcasm and disdain.

"Trying to intimidate me with the names of Jieyin and Zhunti?"

"Back when I was listening to the teachings at Zixiao Palace, the two of them had to sit behind me."

"Enough with the nonsense, prepare to die!"

The Eastern King was too lazy to say anything more.

He raised his dragon-headed cane and brought it down on Maitreya's head.

There are no fancy supernatural powers, only pure and extreme power and pure yang energy.

The moment the cane was swung, the entire sky was dyed crimson gold.

Maitreya was terrified and quickly activated all his magical power to place the golden swastika on his head.

boom!

A loud bang.

The swastika symbol, which could even suppress Yang Chan's Lotus Lantern, shattered instantly like paper in front of the dragon-headed cane.

Maitreya let out a miserable scream as his obese body crashed to the ground like a meteorite.

He smashed a huge crater into the hard Peach Mountain, and the golden body was covered with dense cracks, with blood gushing out.

"Junior brother!"

The pharmacist was horrified.

He quickly formed hand seals, and 108 golden Arhats roared in unison, transforming into a massive demon-subduing formation that enveloped the Eastern King Duke.

"A trivial skill."

The Eastern King snorted coldly.

The dragon-headed cane swept out horizontally, transforming into a ten-thousand-foot-long golden dragon that roared as it charged into the Arhat formation.

Completely destroying everything in its path.

One hundred and eight golden Arhats were shattered one after another by the impact of the golden dragon, turning into golden light that dissipated into the sky.

The pharmacist suffered a backlash from the spell, his face turned pale, and he staggered back several steps.

In a single exchange, the two quasi-saints of the Western Sect were completely crushed by the Eastern King Duke.

The 100,000 heavenly soldiers and generals of the Heavenly Court were shaken to their knees by this oppressive force, and the Heavenly Net Formation completely collapsed.

Yang Tianwang's hand holding the sword was trembling, and he couldn't muster even the slightest thought of resistance.

too strong.

This is the foundation of the ancient great beings.

Dongwanggong, carrying a dragon-headed cane, slowly walked towards the Medicine Master and Maitreya in the pit.

His murderous intent was undisguised.

Since the young master intends to save his mother, then all those who are blocking his way must die.

Just as the Eastern King was about to deliver the fatal blow.

Suddenly, a huge crack appeared in the void.

Endless chanting and Buddhist hymns emanated from the crack, echoing between heaven and earth.

Immediately afterwards, an extremely dense aura of deathly darkness intertwined with the peaceful chanting, creating an extremely eerie sense of oppression.

A colossal divine beast slowly emerged from the crack.

That divine beast, with a tiger's head, a single horn, dog's ears, a dragon's body, a lion's tail, and qilin's feet, is none other than the legendary Netherworld Di Ting, a beast capable of discerning the sounds of all things.

A figure sat upright on the broad back of the Diting.

The newcomer was dressed in a moon-white kasaya, with a handsome face and a dignified appearance.

He held a nine-ringed staff in one hand and a precious pearl that emitted a soft light in the other.

He is the number one person below the Western Saint, and the one who guards the eighteen levels of hell in the underworld.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

As soon as Ksitigarbha appeared, the turbulent spatial currents around him instantly calmed down.

His aura was as deep as an abyss, seemingly peaceful, yet it faintly contained a terrifying fluctuation that had touched the threshold of the Primordial Chaos realm.

The pharmacist and Maitreya, who had just climbed out of the pit, were overjoyed to see the newcomers.

"Brother Ksitigarbha!"

Ksitigarbha nodded slightly, his gaze passing over the two men and landing on Dongwanggong.

"Amitabha."

"Dongwanggong, my friend, how have you been?"

Ksitigarbha's voice was very gentle, without the slightest hint of anger.

The Eastern King stopped in his tracks, his grip on the dragon-headed cane tightening slightly.