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

He couldn't swallow the insult that Haotian had tricked him.

Now that the Heavenly Court has withdrawn, he no longer needs to worry about any heavenly rules or regulations.

Today, he will let the Eastern Xuanmen know that a sage cannot be insulted!

His gaze passed over the Pangu Banner in Guang Chengzi's hand, ignored the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation behind Yunxiao, and finally settled on Xuandu.

"Xuan Du brat."

The voice that guided them was icy cold, devoid of any compassion.

"If your senior brother Niu Ben were to come in person, I might be more wary."

"You, a junior who hasn't even touched the threshold of the Primordial Chaos realm, dare to be so insolent before me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the saint's oppressive aura pressed down on Xuandu without reservation.

He's trying to establish his authority by taking Xuandu as a target!

As long as Xuandu is suppressed and the Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Exquisite Pagoda is seized, not only can the cause be restored, but the fortune of the Human Sect can also be severely damaged, achieving two goals at once.

The pagoda above Xuan Du's head circulated with Xuanhuang energy, blocking all the oppressive aura. His expression remained calm, as if he had not felt the sage's anger at all.

Upon seeing this, Jieyin was so angry that he laughed instead.

"Excellent! Well done, a disciple of the Taiqing Sect!"

"Since your master can't teach you what rules are, then today, I, the Holy One, will step in on his behalf and teach you what respect and hierarchy are!"

"Suppress them!"

Jieyin suddenly raised his withered palm and slammed it down on Xuandu's head.

A colossal, dark golden hand, obscuring the sky, appeared out of thin air above Peach Mountain. Within its palm, the Pure Land of Buddha rose and fell, and the three thousand worlds came and went, containing the sage's supreme understanding of the Great Dao of "Nirvana".

This palm strike was more than a hundred times more powerful than the finger strike that had been aimed at Yang Jian earlier!

The sage was truly enraged!

Chapter 708: The Pagoda Remains Undefeated! You Dare to Touch Your Senior Brother's Disciple?

The giant, dark golden hand blotted out the sun, as if the entire primordial sky had collapsed.

Before the palm print even landed, the Daoist aura of annihilation it contained had already caused the surrounding spatial laws to crumble inch by inch, turning into the most primordial chaotic zone.

"Not good!" Guang Chengzi's expression changed drastically. Without thinking, he was about to raise the Pangu Banner.

"Form the formation!" Yunxiao shouted, preparing to unite with the ten thousand immortals of the Jie Sect to use the Nine Turns Yellow River Formation to withstand the saint's attack.

They all knew that if this palm strike landed, although Xuandu was protected by the pagoda, the entire Peach Mountain battlefield, including those of them who were watching the battle, would probably be reduced to dust by the aftershocks.

However, facing this earth-shattering blow, Xuan Du, who was directly below the palm print, didn't even lift his eyelids.

He recalled the words his master, the Supreme Sage, had once spoken.

"Below the sage, all are but ants."

"But Master also said that with the eldest brother around, even a saint has to reason."

Xuandu silently recited in his heart.

"Today, let me see if you, this incarnation of a saint, can break through my invincible defense!"

He did not choose to confront it head-on, nor did he make any counterattack. Instead, he silently poured his magical power into the small and exquisite pagoda above his head without reservation.

hum!

The Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Exquisite Pagoda seemed to sense its master's intentions and suddenly burst forth with an unprecedentedly brilliant light.

The streams of primordial yellow energy no longer cascaded down like a waterfall, but instantly condensed into an incredibly solid, almost tangible, primordial yellow light curtain, firmly protecting Xuandu, Yang Jian, Yang Chan, and half of Peach Mountain within it.

boom--!

The giant, dark golden hand finally collided violently with the Xuanhuang light barrier.

There was no earth-shattering explosion as expected, nor any devastating energy storm.

At that moment, the entire world mysteriously lost all sound and color.

All that remained in everyone's eyes was the clash and annihilation of the ultimate dark gold and the ultimate profound yellow.

The annihilation law contained within the dark gold giant hand frantically eroded the Xuanhuang light barrier, attempting to obliterate it.

The Xuanhuang light curtain, however, is like an unyielding reef, unmoved by wind and waves.

This silent stalemate lasted only three breaths.

Click!

A crisp cracking sound rang out, and the enormous, dark golden hand that blotted out the sky broke apart inch by inch, starting from its fingertips, turning into a sky full of golden light, and finally completely dissipated between heaven and earth.

The most precious treasure of acquired merit is impervious to all laws and invincible innately!

The Sage's angry attack was completely blocked by the Heaven and Earth Profound Yellow Exquisite Pagoda!

"puff!"

The avatar of the guide in the void trembled violently, its form became illusory, and a trace of golden holy blood spilled from the corner of its mouth.

For the first time, an expression of disbelief appeared on his sorrowful face.

He knew that the Heaven and Earth Profound Yellow Exquisite Pagoda was unparalleled in defense, but he did not expect it to be unparalleled to this extent! He used nearly 50% of his avatar's power, yet he could not even budge it in the slightest, and was instead injured by its recoil.

This is an absolute disgrace!

Xuandu slowly raised his head, his calm gaze piercing through layers of space and landing on the face of the avatar of the guide.

"Guiding Sage, is this your power?"

"That's all there is to it."

His tone was calm, yet it was like a resounding slap across the face of the guide.

After a pause, Xuan Du's voice suddenly rose a few decibels, clearly resounding throughout the entire prehistoric world.

"If you want to mess with my junior brother Yang Jian, you'll have to ask my senior brother Niu Ben first!"

He directly invoked Niu Ben's name, elevating the nature of the conflict from a clash between the three religions of Chan, Jie, and the Western religion to the level of Niu Ben personally versus the Sage of Reception.

The moment Xuandu finished speaking.

An indescribable, terrifying aura, far more ancient, domineering, and unreasonable than the pressure of a saint, descended without warning!

This aura did not originate from Peach Mountain, nor from the Nine Heavens or the Nine Netherworlds; it seemed to be omnipresent, rising from the deepest part of the heart of every living being.

Immediately afterwards, a voice, calm yet languid, yet imbued with supreme majesty, resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

"Who is calling my name?"

The voice was not loud, yet it seemed to contain some supreme rule that made words law.

The moment the sound rang out, the entire primordial world seemed to be paused.

On Peach Mountain, the gale ceased, the clouds stopped, and even the fiercely clashing laws and Daoist principles became as docile as lambs in an instant.

All living beings who were fighting, confronting each other, or observing each other, regardless of their cultivation level or where they were, felt a sense of dread from the depths of their souls at this moment.

That wasn't fear, but an absolute suppression on a life level.

The Pangu Banner in Guang Chengzi's hand stopped humming, and the Chaos Sword Qi retracted its sharpness. He felt that the hand holding the banner pole had never been so heavy.

Yunxiao was shocked. The operation of the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation even stagnated. She was horrified to discover that her proud formation was as fragile as a pile of loose sand in the face of this aura.

In the sea of ​​blood, Mara, Brahma, and other Asura demon kings didn't even dare to raise their heads, kneeling directly in the blood waves, a testament to their loyalty and reverence etched into their bloodlines.