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

The Pangu Banner hangs above Peach Mountain.

Chaotic sword energy swirled around the black banner.

The surrounding space, spanning thousands of miles, could not withstand the force and emitted a teeth-grinding cracking sound.

Guang Chengzi held this innate treasure in his hands, looking down at what lay below.

Master Yu Ding stood beside him, his Taoist robe fluttering in the strong wind.

"The Western religion is so powerful."

Master Yu Ding stared at Maitreya and the Medicine Master, his voice echoing across the battlefield.

"My disciples from the Three Pure Ones sect are rescuing their mother; is it any of your business to suppress them?"

Maitreya's towering golden statue remained frozen in mid-air.

The golden giant palm that was about to strike Mount Tao was directly shredded by a wisp of chaotic energy emitted by the Pangu Banner.

The Buddha's light melted away quickly, like snowflakes meeting the blazing sun.

Maitreya forced down the blood that surged into his throat and stared intently at the black banner in Guangchengzi's hand.

Innate Treasure!

The Primordial Celestial Venerable actually bestowed the Pangu Banner upon us!

This is completely illogical.

How could a sage's most precious treasure, which suppresses the fortune of a great sect, be easily allowed to be taken out of Kunlun Mountain by his disciple?

The pharmacist put away the broken prayer beads and retreated to Maitreya's side.

"Fellow Daoist Guangchengzi."

The pharmacist clasped his hands together, barely maintaining the dignity of a quasi-saint.

"Yang Jian has violated the Heavenly Rules, and we have been invited by the Heavenly Emperor to come and help him."

"Is the Chan Sect's action an act of defiance against the Heavenly Court and the order of the Three Realms?"

Guang Chengzi sneered.

He didn't even bother to reply, and directly gripped the banner pole of the Pangu Banner with his right hand.

Shake it hard.

boom!

A thick, chaotic sword aura tore through the sky and headed straight for the Pharmacist.

Wherever the sword energy passes, all laws are destroyed and the five elements are thrown into chaos.

The pharmacist was terrified and hastily summoned his Arhat golden body to withstand the attack.

Stab it!

The golden body was cleaved in two by the sword energy. The pharmacist screamed as half of his body exploded into a bloody mist, and he crashed into the mountain below.

A single blow severely injured a Quasi-Saint.

This is the power of a supreme innate treasure.

"Using the Heavenly Court to suppress my Chan Sect?"

Guang Chengzi looked down at the ruins with a contemptuous tone.

"Let alone Haotian."

"Even if Jieyin and Zhunti were to come in person, would they dare to stand under the Pangu Banner and say those words!"

Maitreya panicked.

He disregarded the pharmacist's life or death and retreated repeatedly.

The human race's Yellow Emperor was by his side, while the Chan Sect, carrying the Pangu Banner, looked down from a high vantage point.

This game is unwinnable.

"withdraw!"

Maitreya shouted loudly and turned to tear through the void to escape.

The eight hundred Arhats of the unorthodox sects and the three thousand Jiedi also transformed into golden light, wanting to escape this place of right and wrong.

Just then.

The eastern horizon of Momoyama suddenly darkened.

It's not that dark clouds are obscuring the sun.

Instead, endless array patterns obscured the entire sky.

The void was forcibly torn open by brute force, creating a rift tens of thousands of miles long.

Three graceful figures stepped out from the crack.

The woman at the head of the group was dressed in white, exuding a cool and aloof aura, and held a golden, gleaming, bucket-shaped magical artifact in her hand.

It was Yunxiao, the eldest disciple of the outer sect of the Jie Sect.

Qiongxiao and Bixiao stood on the left and right respectively.

Behind the Three Immortals, countless figures surged out from the void rift like a swarm of locusts crossing a river.

Zhao Gongming rode a black tiger and held a golden whip.

Our Lady of Golden Spirit, Our Lady of Wudang, and Our Lady of Tortoise Spirit each uphold the Dharma.

The Ten Heavenly Kings held up the battle formation diagram.

All the immortals of the Jie Sect have come out in full force!

"Come and go as you please?"

Yunxiao's clear, cold voice echoed between heaven and earth.

"Do you really think my Eastern Taoist sect is your Western religion's backyard?"

The words fell.

Yunxiao tossed the Hunyuan Golden Bucket in his hand into the sky.

The golden bucket swelled in the wind, transforming into a gigantic vortex that devoured the sky and the earth.

"Set up the formation!"

Zhao Gongming shouted loudly.

The ten thousand immortals of the Jie Sect simultaneously threw out their battle flags.

Yellow sand filled the sky, and black winds howled.

A turbid yellow river appeared out of nowhere, completely surrounding the Taoshan battlefield.

The Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation!

As soon as the great formation was completed, the void passage that Maitreya had just torn open was filled with yellow sand and collapsed instantly.

Those Western Arhats who tried to escape crashed headlong into the Yellow River Formation.

Screams echoed throughout the room.

The murky river water swept up their golden statues.

In just a moment, the Arhat's golden body was stripped of its three flowers on top, its five vital energies were sealed in its chest, and it was transformed into a mortal who fell from the clouds.

Maitreya stopped in mid-air, his face deathly pale.

The Jie Sect has arrived too!

Moreover, they brought with them the infamous Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation!

Haven't the Chan and Jie sects always been at odds?

With the Great Tribulation of the Investiture of the Gods imminent, why would these two sects join forces?

Maitreya couldn't understand it.

Yang Tianwang below was even more confused.

He looked at the myriad immortals of the Jie Sect blotting out the sky, and the precious sword in his hand clattered to the ground.

One hundred thousand heavenly soldiers and generals huddled in a corner, trembling with fear.

What's the point of fighting now?

The elites of both the Xuanmen and Xuanmen sects were all mobilized, even bringing out the Pangu Banner and the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation.

The Heavenly Court's forces are so small, they're not even enough to fill a tooth gap for the enemy.

Yang Jian gripped his three-pointed, double-edged sword, watching this scene in the sky.

He recognized Master Yu Ding, as well as the members of the Jie Sect.

"Master Yu Ding."

Yang Jian clasped his hands in a fist salute to the sky.

Master Yu Ding waved his hand.

"Erlang, focus on saving Mother."

"With us here today, no one can touch a single hair on your head."

Zhao Gongming rode his black tiger and flew close, laughing heartily.

"Well done, junior disciple Yang Jian!"

"This is the kind of spirit a disciple of the eldest brother should have!"

"You just focus on splitting the mountain; leave the surrounding scum to my Intercepting Sect!"

Yang Jian nodded emphatically.

He turned around and looked at Yang Chan, who was working hard to activate the Lotus Lantern.

"Third Sister, how much longer?"

Yang Chan's forehead was covered in sweat.

"Seventy percent of the celestial markings have been resolved."

"Give me another half an incense stick!"

Yang Jian stood still again, and the Nine Revolutions Mystic Art was circulating wildly within his body.

He needed to gather his strength to unleash his strongest strike.

In the sky.

Maitreya looked at the Buddhist soldiers trapped in the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation, his heart bleeding.

These are the foundations accumulated by Western religion over countless centuries.

If he were to perish here today, he would surely be skinned alive by the Sage of Guidance when he returned to Mount Sumeru.

"Guang Chengzi! Yunxiao!"

Maitreya roared hoarsely.

"Are you really going to wipe them all out?!"

Guang Chengzi looked at him coldly.

"It's none of your business to interfere in the affairs of the orthodox Xuanmen sect."

Yunxiao didn't even bother to say a word, and directly activated the Hunyuan Golden Cauldron, which descended upon Maitreya.

Maitreya bit his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The golden body swelled again, attempting to resist the suction force of the Hunyuan Golden Cauldron.

Just when Western religion was in dire straits.

The ground below Mount Tao suddenly began to shake violently.

The ground tremors became increasingly violent.

The mountains surrounding Mount Tao began to collapse in large sections.

A pungent, bloody smell seeped out from deep underground.

Maitreya is struggling against the Hunyuan Golden Cauldron.

Upon smelling the blood, he was first stunned, then his eyes lit up with wild joy.

This aura is from the Netherworld Blood Sea!

Could it be that Senior Brother Ksitigarbha defeated the Eastern King Duke in the Void Battlefield and came to support him with the power of the Underworld?

If Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva were to intervene, the Western Sect might still have a glimmer of hope.

Yang Tianwang of Heaven was also greatly encouraged.