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

Xuan Du stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze calmly sweeping across the entire scene before finally settling on the depths of the void torn apart by the guiding saint.

He didn't possess any earth-shattering aura or any unusual signs of leaking magical power, yet simply by standing there, he seemed to become the center of this world.

"Why would a sage come to the East if he doesn't sit in the West?"

Xuan Du's voice was soft, yet it carried an undeniable questioning tone, clearly penetrating the void and resonating in the ears of every living being on Peach Mountain.

These words caused an uproar in the room.

Guang Chengzi and Yu Ding Zhenren exchanged a glance, both seeing relief in each other's eyes. Senior Brother Xuandu has arrived; this matter is settled.

Yunxiao also withdrew the murderous aura of the Hunyuan Golden Cauldron and nodded slightly in the direction of Xuandu. Although the Human Sect had few members, everyone in the three sects knew of the importance of this Senior Brother Xuandu.

On the other side, Maitreya's face was extremely pale.

He thought that the intervention of his senior brother Ksitigarbha was the worst-case scenario, but unexpectedly, the Chan Sect brought the Pangu Banner, the Jie Sect set up the Nine Turns Yellow River Formation, and now even the senior brother of the Human Sect, who never leaves the mountain, has personally arrived with the Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Exquisite Pagoda.

This is not a story of splitting mountains to save one's mother; it is clearly a joint effort by the three religions to overturn the table of the Western religion!

Yang Jian felt a surge of warmth in his heart as he sensed the protective aura of Xuanhuang surrounding him. He knew that this Uncle-Master Xuandu, whom he had never met before, was only there because of his senior brother Niu Ben.

He took a deep breath, suppressing all his gratitude, and his gaze became firm again. If he had just a little more time, he could split Mount Peach with his own hands!

Just when tensions were running high, an unexpected turn of events occurred.

"retreat!"

At his command, Yang Tianwang, the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King, raised his command flag amidst the distant Heavenly Army formation and issued the order to retreat without hesitation.

The 100,000 heavenly soldiers and generals felt as if they had been granted a pardon. Without any hesitation in fighting, they immediately formed a defensive formation and retreated in an orderly manner towards the Heavenly Court. Their speed was more than three times faster than when they arrived.

This scene completely stunned everyone present.

What's going on?

Guang Chengzi paused for a moment, his hand holding the Pangu Banner, his face full of question marks.

Is Heaven joking? Yang Jian came knocking on their door, and they are the nominal aggrieved party. Why did they run away before the battle was even over?

"What... what is Haotian up to?" Zhao Gongming, riding on the black tiger, was also completely bewildered.

Yunxiao frowned slightly, unable to understand the crux of the matter. The Heavenly Court's actions were tantamount to losing face and allowing the three religions to trample on it.

The most confused one was Maitreya.

As he watched the Heavenly Army's departing figures, he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

Where are our teammates? What happened to our promise of shared hatred and upholding the heavenly rules? How come we, the Western Religion, are fighting to the death here while your Heavenly Court just betrays us and runs away?

"King Yang! Haotian! You..." Maitreya trembled with rage.

However, the Heavenly Army ignored his roar and disappeared into the sky in the blink of an eye.

Deep in the void, in that torn space.

The incarnation of the Sage of Reception also sensed the retreat of the Heavenly Court. His sorrowful face instantly turned so gloomy it seemed to drip water.

His gaze pierced through endless space, fixed on the Lingxiao Palace above the thirty-third heaven.

By this point, he understood perfectly well.

He'd been tricked! Tricked by that Daoist boy, Haotian!

From the very beginning, Haotian never intended to truly suppress Yang Jian. He merely wanted to use the Western Sect to stage a play—a grand scheme to trick him into becoming the Sage!

"Haotian!"

"You dare to play me?!"

A roar, suppressing boundless rage, echoed from the depths of the void, causing the entire Peach Mountain battlefield to vibrate.

The wrath of a saint is no small matter.

Sensing this anger, Jieyin's gaze no longer focused on the departing Haotian, but slowly turned and finally landed on Xuandu below, who was holding a pagoda and had a calm expression.

Haotian ran away; he couldn't reach him.

But if they can't get their reputation back today, how will the Western Sect ever stand in the primordial world again?

Since that's the case, then this fire can only be borne by your Xuanmen!

When a sage is angry, the heavens and earth change color.

The voice of the guide, filled with rage, echoed over Peach Mountain, causing the atmosphere, which had just eased somewhat, to tighten to an extreme again.

Meanwhile, above the thirty-third heaven, in the Lingxiao Palace.

Haotian sat high on the dragon throne, watching with great interest everything that was happening on Peach Mountain through the Haotian Mirror in front of him.

When he saw Maitreya's ugly expression, as if he had swallowed a fly, and heard the angry roar of Jieyin coming from the depths of the void, he couldn't help but smile slightly.

"Cool!"

Haotian felt incredibly satisfied.

Back then, his sister Yao Ji descended to the mortal realm and married a mortal, which was originally a family matter. However, the Western Sect seized upon this and spread it widely, causing him, the Heavenly Emperor, to lose face. He had no choice but to reluctantly suppress Yao Ji under Peach Mountain.

He knew perfectly well that this was a scheme by the Western religion, aimed at luring Yang Jian to split the mountain so that they could legitimately interfere in Eastern affairs and claim a share of the fortune.

But he had no choice; he was powerless against them and could only swallow his pride and accept it.

Until that day, Niu Ben, the greatest variable in the primordial world and the eldest disciple of the three religions, quietly arrived at the Lingxiao Palace alone.

Haotian still remembers what Niu Ben said to him back then.

"Junior Brother Haotian, do you want to trick the Western Sect and make them lose both their wife and their army?"

Niu Ben's plan was simple, even somewhat crude.

That means following the script of Western religion.

You Western religions want to uphold the heavenly rules, don't you? Fine, I grant your permission! Not only do I grant it, I'm giving you the green light to be the main force!

Once the Western Sect and Yang Jian's forces were locked in a fierce battle, the Heavenly Court would then decisively retreat under the pretext of "preserving its strength," leaving the Western Sect with a mess.

When the time comes, facing the major forces of Chan Sect, Jie Sect, Human Race, and Underworld, even if the Western Sect doesn't die, it will be severely damaged.

Haotian could not only use this opportunity to do Niu Ben a favor, but also, afterward, rightfully demand compensation from the Western Religion on the grounds that "the Western Religion's incompetence caused damage to the Heavenly Court's prestige."

"Senior Brother Niu Ben's move was absolutely brilliant!" Haotian thought to himself, filled with admiration. "Not only did he help me vent my anger, but he also allowed me to extort money from the Western Sect. This was a huge win, a real steal!"

He picked up the glass of fine wine in front of him and took a sip with relish.

"Jieyin, you've schemed your whole life, never thought this day would come, did you? Take your time, I'll just watch the show."

……

Taoshan Battlefield.

The wrath of the Sage has transformed into a tangible pressure, enveloping the entire world.

His avatar slowly emerged from the void rift. Although he still had that withered and sorrowful appearance, his eyes burned with a fury powerful enough to incinerate the entire world.