Primordial Era: A man at the mouth of the Guanjiang River marries the Third Holy Mother.

The sage did not want to completely break ties with the forces behind Chen Changsheng at this critical juncture.

At least on the surface, we can't leave any evidence against us.

"All disciples, step back!"

Kasyapa took a deep breath and raised his hand in a gesture.

A golden vajra fell into his palm.

This is a spiritual treasure bestowed by the Sage of Guidance, specifically used to suppress demons and evil spirits.

Kasyapa gripped the Vajra pestle tightly, staring at Chen Changsheng.

"Chen Changsheng, this is the last time I'll say this."

"The person you're looking for isn't in the West."

"If you leave now, there is still room for maneuver in this matter."

"If you insist on venturing into the mountain, even a saint cannot save you!"

Chen Changsheng landed in mid-air, his robes billowing in the wind and thunder.

"Kasyapa, do you even believe what you're saying?"

"Yang Jiao has been imprisoned by your Western religion for so many years, and he has never even seen his own mother."

"Yang Tianyou plotted against the Heavenly Court for you, causing Yao Ji's family to be separated."

"You're standing here now telling me that these two people don't exist in the West."

"Your rhetoric might fool others, but don't try to fool me."

Kasyapa's heart sank.

Chen Changsheng knew all too well.

This is more than just doubt.

He had clearly already determined that Yang Jiao was on Mount Sumeru.

"Since the Heavenly Lord refuses to retreat, then don't blame me for being rude."

Kasyapa raised the vajra pestle.

The quasi-saint's magical power within his body was poured into it without reservation.

The golden vajra swelled in the wind, and countless Buddhist runes appeared on its surface.

"Subdue the demons and subdue the heavens!"

Boom!

The Vajra Pestle tore through the thunderclouds and smashed down on Chen Changsheng's head.

This attack showed absolutely no mercy.

Kasyapa knew very well that if he could not suppress Chen Changsheng today, the Western Sect's mountain gate would truly be lost.

Chen Changsheng looked up.

"Your magic weapon is quite good."

"Unfortunately, the people using it are too incompetent."

He didn't hide.

The Great Dao Thunder Armor appeared, its purple lightning patterns covering its entire body.

Chen Changsheng raised his left hand and grabbed the falling Vajra Pestle.

Upon seeing this, Kasyapa was initially delighted.

This vajra pestle has been blessed by a saint and is extremely heavy.

Even an ordinary Great Luo Golden Immortal would have his physical body shattered if he were to encounter it.

Chen Changsheng actually dared to take it with his bare hands?

The next moment, all the joy on his face vanished.

boom!

The Vajra Pestle struck Chen Changsheng's palm.

The earth and sky shook.

A huge crater was smashed into the western part of the territory.

But Chen Changsheng stood still, not taking a single step back.

His palm gripped the vajra firmly.

Lightning crackled across the Great Dao Thunder Armor, without even a single fissure.

"Is this all you've got up your sleeve?"

Chen Changsheng raised his eyes and asked.

Kasyapa felt a tingling sensation on his scalp.

"How is that possible!"

"This is a precious treasure bestowed by a sage!"

"Nothing is impossible."

Chen Changsheng exerted force with all five fingers.

A piercing cracking sound rang out.

The Buddhist runes on the Vajra Pestle crumbled one by one.

Kasyapa hurriedly made a hand seal, trying to take back the magic weapon.

But the Thunder Spear had already attacked from the side.

puff!

The divine spear pierced Kasyapa's shoulder.

The source of thunder surged into his body, rushing along his meridians towards his primordial spirit.

Kasyapa screamed as his entire right arm exploded into a bloody mist.

The vajra flew out of his hand.

Chen Changsheng raised his hand and put the magic weapon into the Chaos Gourd, his movements swift and decisive.

"you!"

Kasyapa clutched his severed arm, his eyes filled with shock and anger.

That is a magical treasure bestowed by a sage!

Chen Changsheng actually snatched it right in front of him.

This is not a contest of magic.

This is treating Western religion as their own treasure trove.

"Don't rush."

Chen Changsheng looked at him.

"My goal today is not your broken pestle."

"Take me to see Yang Jiao."

"Otherwise, I'll search for it myself, inch by inch."

"When that time comes, there will be fewer palaces on Mount Sumeru and a few disciples will die. Don't blame me for being ruthless."

Kasyapa clenched his teeth.

He really wanted to say it was impossible.

But looking at the Thunder Spear in Chen Changsheng's hand, he couldn't bring himself to say it.

Chen Changsheng was able to break the Ten Thousand Buddhas Formation in one move, catch the Demon-Subduing Pestle with his bare hands, and even steal the Sage's magic weapon.

If the fighting continues, even more Western Sect disciples will die.

Just then, a bell rang out from deep within Mount Sumeru.

The bell tolled low and deep.

When it reached Kasyapa's ears, it gave him a jolt.

This is the meaning conveyed by the sage.

To stall Chen Changsheng.

We must never let him get close to the void cage where Yang Jiao is imprisoned.

Kasyapa raised his head, and golden light surged from the severed arm, causing a new arm to grow back.

"Chen Changsheng".

"Do you really think that no one in the Western Church can subdue you?"

"Today, I will show you what the true power and influence of a sage's abode is!"

The words fell.

Kasyapa pressed his hands down hard into the void.

The Buddha's light began to gather around Mount Sumeru.

Golden arrays rose from the ground.

Chen Changsheng looked at the array patterns filling the sky and raised his hand to grasp the Thunder God Spear.

"Then let's go."

"I'll see how long you can hold out."

Outside Mount Sumeru, ten Buddhist formations lit up simultaneously.

Golden light obscured the sky.

The constant chanting of Buddhist scriptures within the formation was unsettling and disturbing to the listener.

Chen Changsheng stood in the center of the formation, surrounded by golden Buddhist shadows.

Each Buddha image raised its palm, and a suppressive force gathered in its palm.

This is part of the Western Church's Protectorate Mountain Formation.

The ten formations are linked together, drawing upon the earth's veins of Mount Sumeru and the fortune of the Western religion.

Let alone a late-stage Primordial Golden Immortal, even a peak Quasi-Saint would be worn down for a while if they got caught up in it.

Kasyapa stood outside the formation, his face pale.

He forced himself to say those words, but he wasn't really sure what he was getting at.

Chen Changsheng is too strange.

How many years has it been since this person cultivated from a mortal human to the present day?

Others who cultivate themselves often go into seclusion for thousands or even tens of thousands of years at a time.

Chen Changsheng, on the other hand, saw his cultivation level increase as if it were free.

What's most frustrating is that this guy not only has high cultivation level, but also has many magical treasures.

A top-grade innate spiritual treasure should be used as a natal divine weapon.

One after another, top-grade innate spiritual treasures appeared.

He still held in his hand the God-Slaying Spear, capable of harming even a saint's Dao Fruit.

There was even the innate treasure, the Eastern Emperor Bell.

They can't beat them in a fight, and their background is ridiculously powerful.

This is simply unplayable.

"Venerable Kasyapa".

One of the disciples asked cautiously.

"Can these ten great formations trap him?"

Kasyapa did not answer.

He didn't know either.

Kasyapa stared at the ten great formations, still feeling no confidence whatsoever.

at the same time.

Deep within Mount Sumeru, in a void sealed by Buddhist light, hangs a golden cage.

The cage was surrounded by Buddhist mantras, each mantra drawing spiritual energy from the void and transforming it into chains that bound the person inside.

Inside the cage, a young man sat cross-legged.

The young man wore a tattered black robe, his long hair was disheveled, and his eyes were filled with overwhelming rage.

He was none other than Yao Ji's eldest son, Yang Jiao.

Over the years, Western religions have imprisoned him here under the guise of salvation.

They constantly used Buddhist scriptures to erode his spirit, trying to erase the hatred in his heart.

They also wanted him to forget his mother Yao Ji, his younger brother Yang Jian, and his younger sister Yang Chan.

But Yang Jiao never bowed his head.

Deep within his blood flows the pride of the Heavenly Princess's lineage.

He always remembered the great calamity that occurred before Taoshan.

Outside the cage stood a middle-aged man wearing a golden cassock.

The man had a gentle face, but his brows revealed a gloomy expression.

He was Yang Tianyou.

Today, Yang Tianyou has long since shed his mortal form.

The Western religion bestowed upon him the status of a Bodhisattva, and used the Buddhist fortune to condense his golden body.

He stood outside the cage, looking down at Yang Jiao, his eyes filled with the smug satisfaction of being in control of everything.

"Jiao'er, why do you continue to be so stubborn?"

"You have the bloodline of the Heavenly Court in your body, and you are valued by two saints of my Western Sect."

"As long as you are willing to convert to the West, when the Western religion flourishes in the future, you will be able to rule over the boundless Buddhist kingdom."

"At that time, billions of beings in the West will worship you."

"You could even become the ruler of the West."

Yang Jiao slowly raised his head.

He stared at Yang Tianyou, his eyes burning with blood-red fury.

"Yang Tianyou, you dare call me Jiao'er?"

"You schemed against my mother, deceived my Yang family, and caused my family to be separated."

"Yang Jian and Yang Chan were able to see the light of day again, but I have been trapped here by you for many years."

"Do you think that a few words of converting to the West can erase the evil deeds you've committed?"

Yang Tianyou's expression darkened slightly.

"What happened back then was all ordained by fate."

"As the eldest princess of the Heavenly Court, Yao Ji secretly descended to the mortal realm and married a mortal, which violated the Heavenly Rules."

"I act in accordance with the teachings of the Western sages, and I am merely following the trend."

Yang Jiao burst into laughter.

"Go with the flow?"

"For the sake of Western religion, you were willing to abandon your wife and children, and you still dare to pretend to be a loving father in front of me?"

"You shameless scoundrel, you're not even as good as an animal."

A cold glint flashed in Yang Tianyou's eyes.

"It seems that Buddhist scriptures have not been able to cleanse the anger in your heart all these years."

"In that case, I will give you some more time."

"When you realize that resistance is futile, you will kneel before me and beg me to grant you the Buddhist path."

Yang Jiao suddenly stood up.

The golden chains tightened immediately, digging into his flesh.

Yang Jiao didn't even frown.

"Yang Tianyou, you wait."

"The first thing I'll do if I ever step out of this cage is take your dog's life."

"I will use your head to atone for the suffering my Yang family has endured over the years."

Yang Tianyou sneered.

"You can't get out."

"This void prison was personally protected by two saints."

"Even if a quasi-saint came, he wouldn't be able to break through."

The voice just fell.

Suddenly, a series of hurried footsteps came from outside the void.

A Western Christian disciple rushed into the area in a panic.

The disciple's robes were stained with blood, and his face was filled with terror.

"Buddha, something terrible has happened!"

Yang Tianyou frowned.

"What's the matter that you're in such a panic?"

"A god of war has arrived; he has already stormed Mount Sumeru!"

Yang Tianyou's expression froze.

"To storm Mount Sumeru?"

"This is the sacred site of two sages; who dares to be so insolent?"