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

With a stomp of his foot, he shot into the sky like a cannonball.

He raised the Thunder Spear high in his hand, and the supreme thunder essence he had comprehended from the fragments of the Jade Disc of Creation began to compress wildly at the tip of the spear.

The void within a hundred thousand miles began to collapse inch by inch, and black spatial cracks spread outwards like a spider web.

"Break it!"

Chen Changsheng uttered three words, his voice not loud, yet it drowned out the chanting of the heavens.

The Thunder Spear thrust out in one swift motion.

This thrust had no fancy moves, only the purest and most violent destructive power.

boom!

A jet of purplish-black lightning, piercing the heavens and earth, erupted from the tip of the spear and struck the dome of the first Buddhist formation.

The array barrier, formed from countless golden mantras, couldn't even hold for a tenth of a breath.

It was blasted into a huge hole by the lightning bolt.

Immediately afterwards, the violent lightning laws spread wildly along the energy nodes of the array towards the other nine large arrays.

boom! boom! boom!

A series of massive explosions occurred over Mount Sumeru.

The second, third, and all the way up to the tenth mountain-protecting formations shattered like fireworks exploding in a chain reaction, all within the same breath.

The golden light of Buddha filled the sky, turning into disordered specks of light and dissipating in the raging thunder and wind.

The grand formation was forcibly destroyed by violence. Not only was the formation gone, but the people who set it up also suffered a devastating backlash.

"what!"

Screams rose and fell in waves.

Hundreds of Western Sect Golden Immortals and Taiyi Golden Immortals stationed at various points in the formation simultaneously coughed up blood.

Many people even had cracks in their physical bodies from the backlash, and fell from mid-air like dumplings being dropped into a pot, crashing heavily onto the hard rocks of Mount Sumeru.

Kasyapa, who was the first to be hit, suffered the most severe damage.

As the mastermind behind the grand formation, he bore the brunt of the backlash.

The right arm, which had just been regenerated using quasi-saint magic, exploded into a cloud of blood mist under the shockwave of thunder.

He was sent flying tens of thousands of feet away, crashing hard into a cliff on Mount Sumeru, creating a deep crater in the mountain.

Holding the Thunder Spear, Chen Changsheng walked down step by step from the slowly dispersing thunderclouds.

He looked down at Kasyapa, who was slumped in the pile of rubble, his voice completely flat.

"this one?"

"You think these worthless trinkets can stop me from setting foot on Mount Sumeru?"

Kasyapa struggled to climb out of the pit, his body covered in golden blood, his once gaunt face now twisted and deformed.

Looking at the young man in the sky who resembled an ancient thunder god, he felt not only anger but also a profound sense of powerlessness.

too strong.

This kind of strength should not be something that someone below the level of a saint should possess.

He dared not rush forward to his death again, and could only place his only hope on the sacred site at the highest point of Mount Sumeru.

"Master! If you don't intervene soon, the Western Sect's gates will be completely razed to the ground by this scoundrel!"

Kasyapa screamed inwardly, his eyes fixed on the mountaintop.

However, the sacred site atop the mountain was still shrouded in a hazy Buddhist light, and the two saints, Jieyin and Zhunti, showed no intention of descending their Dharma bodies.

Chen Changsheng saw through Jia Ye's hopes, sneered, and was about to step directly towards the void cage on the back mountain.

However, before he could take the second step...

Suddenly, a gentle yet extremely profound golden light shone on the mountain path ahead, which had been destroyed into ruins.

Immediately afterwards, a clear bell sound rang out from the void.

A figure riding a strange beast slowly emerged from the ball of Buddhist light.

The beast had a very peculiar appearance: a tiger's head, a single horn, dog's ears, a dragon's body, a lion's tail, and unicorn's feet. Its entire body exuded a mysterious aura that could see through both the yin and yang realms.

On the back of the strange beast sat a young-looking monk dressed in a moon-white robe, his face radiating compassion.

The moment the monk appeared, the turbulent Sumeru Mountain veins, which had been disturbed by the rupture of the great formation, instantly calmed down.

"Amitabha!"

A Buddhist chant emanated from the monk's mouth, its clear sound carrying a strange power to soothe the soul.

"Benefactor Changsheng, this is a place of spiritual cultivation in the West. Please wait here."

Chen Changsheng stopped and his gaze fell on the monk riding the strange beast.

The monk's aura was extremely refined, far surpassing that of the recently crippled Kasyapa, and even faintly touching the threshold of the late Quasi-Saint stage.

The visitor was none other than the most mysterious and ambitious core disciple under the Western Sage.

Ksitigarbha!

The divine beast beneath him was none other than Di Ting, capable of recognizing all things in the three realms and listening to the sounds of the heavens and the netherworld.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva rode Di Ting and stopped in the void a thousand feet away from Chen Changsheng.

Unlike Kasyapa, he did not speak harshly; he simply held one hand in front of his chest, his expression serene.

However, with his appearance, all the remaining Buddhist fortune of Mount Sumeru behind him converged on him.

Faintly, one could even hear the chanting of countless beings from the netherworld deep within the earth below.

"Ksitigarbha, you also want to block my path?"

Chen Changsheng held the Thunder Spear in one hand, its tip pointing diagonally at the ground, purple lightning constantly leaping at the blade.

He knew the true worth of Ksitigarbha, who later made the great vow, "I will not become a Buddha until hell is emptied."

However, as clear as it is, whoever dares to stand in our way today will face only one outcome.

Ksitigarbha sighed softly, his gaze lingering for a moment on the Great Dao Thunder Armor on Chen Changsheng's body.

"Your aura of killing is too strong. You have just formed a karmic bond with Kunlun Mountain, and now you have come to my Mount Sumeru to start a massacre."

"Although the West is barren, it is not a land that can be trampled on at will."

"If you withdraw now, I can plead with my two masters to let this matter drop. What do you say?"

Hearing such hypocritical platitudes, Chen Changsheng burst out laughing.

"Give up?"

"You Western sects plotted against the Heavenly Princess at Peach Mountain, taking Yang Tianyou and Yang Jiao back to Mount Sumeru and hiding them for so many years. Why didn't you tell my Heavenly Court to let it go back then?"

"Now that I've come knocking on your door, dismantled your great formation, and crippled your disciples, you come out here to talk to me about mercy and letting things go?"

"Ksitigarbha, do you think I'm here today just to play house with you?"

Chen Changsheng took a step forward, and his late-stage Hunyuan Golden Immortal aura erupted without any reservation.

The void that had just calmed down began to twist wildly again.

The raging thunder caused the moon-white Buddha light surrounding Ksitigarbha to contract violently.

Sensing the undisguised killing intent emanating from Chen Changsheng, the divine beast Di Ting under the throne of Ksitigarbha suddenly pawed at the ground uneasily.

This mythical beast is born with great supernatural powers, able to discern the origins, history, and fatal weaknesses of all things in the world by listening to their sounds.

Seeing its master encounter a formidable enemy, Di Ting instinctively pricked up its canine ears, trying to find any weaknesses in Chen Changsheng's body.