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

That enormous, ghostly golden form almost filled the entire sky above Mount Sumeru.

Ksitigarbha sits cross-legged in the center of the forehead of the Dharma image, surrounded by a grand and compassionate aura, as if he were the one who ended all suffering in the Three Realms and Six Paths, and the only salvation for the billions of souls in the Netherworld.

"How arrogant!"

The voice of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva emanated from the Dharma Image, as resounding as a great bell, causing the entire western region to buzz.

"Chen Changsheng, this humble monk remembers that your master Zhao Gongming was defeated by my golden body Dharma form last time."

"Although you possess extraordinary talent, you are ultimately just a Primordial Golden Immortal. Even with a supreme innate treasure in hand, so what?"

"This Dharma form of mine is formed from the boundless vows of the Underworld and the fortune of the Western Sect. Furthermore, it is suppressed by a sage's supreme treasure, making it impervious to all magic. You cannot break through it!"

Ksitigarbha's voice was filled with absolute confidence.

Upon hearing this, a cold killing intent flashed in Chen Changsheng's eyes.

Master Zhao Gongming fought a great battle with Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva in the East Sea to help him split the mountain and rescue his mother-in-law.

In that battle, Master was indeed at a disadvantage.

Chen Changsheng kept this matter in mind. He had planned to find an opportunity to get revenge for his master once his cultivation level improved further.

Unexpectedly, we encountered each other here on Mount Sumeru today.

"snort!"

Chen Changsheng snorted coldly and retracted the Thunder God Spear in his hand into his body.

He looked at the towering golden statue, his expression showing no fear, but rather an excitement of an impending hunt.

"Ksitigarbha, are you trying to provoke me by mentioning my master?"

"Then you succeeded."

"However, you've said something wrong. I'm not here today to destroy your lousy Dharma form."

Chen Changsheng slowly raised his right hand, and in his palm, a black spear swirling with endless destructive energy appeared out of thin air.

The moment the spear appeared, the peaceful Buddhist light that had enveloped Mount Sumeru seemed to have encountered its nemesis, and it began to retreat frantically.

The thunderclouds in the sky turned completely black, and the wails and resentments of countless living beings seemed to transcend time and space, gathering around the spear.

It is the God-Slaying Spear, the companion treasure of the Demon Ancestor Rahu!

"I've come today to kill you and avenge my master!"

boom!

The moment the words fell, Chen Changsheng, wielding the God-Slaying Spear, transformed into a streak of black death light and charged towards the enormous golden avatar.

Ksitigarbha's pupils suddenly contracted.

He stared intently at the spear in Chen Changsheng's hand, and even with his composure, he couldn't help but gasp.

"The God-Slaying Spear!"

"This...this is impossible! How could such a ferocious creature have fallen into your hands?"

A tremendous wave of emotion surged within Ksitigarbha's heart.

The infamous God-Slaying Spear is known to everyone in the primordial world. It is an unparalleled weapon capable of damaging even a saint's Dao Fruit.

After the conflict between the Dao and the Demon, this spear disappeared without a trace, and countless powerful figures searched for it for several eons without success.

Now, this legendary treasure has actually appeared in Chen Changsheng's hands.

At this moment, the sense of superiority that Ksitigarbha had felt from defeating Zhao Gongming vanished completely. In its place was a deep-seated greed and fervor.

He must be converted!

We must convert this child to the West!

If we can keep him and this god-slaying spear together in the Western Religion, then why should the Western Religion not prosper?

"I will not become a Buddha until hell is empty! Suppress!"

Ksitigarbha suppressed his shock and greed, and fully activated his golden body.

The enormous Dharma image raised a golden giant hand that blotted out the sky. Within the palm, it seemed as if an inescapable hell had been formed, where countless evil ghosts and wronged souls roared and howled, transforming into the purest karmic force, which pressed down fiercely on Chen Changsheng.

"With your mere empty boasts, you dare to show off your amateurish skills in front of me?"

Chen Changsheng's eyes were full of disdain.

He poured his late-stage Hunyuan Golden Immortal power into the God-Slaying Spear without reservation.

"Die!"

In an instant.

A black spear beam, powerful enough to tear apart the heavens and sever eternity, erupted from the tip of the self-destructive spear.

The spear's light contained the purest laws of destruction and the essence of slaughter. Wherever it passed, space shattered inch by inch, and even time seemed to stand still under this spear.

Rumble!

The black spear light and the golden hellish giant hand collided fiercely in the sky above Mount Sumeru.

There were no earth-shattering explosions.

There is only one kind of annihilation that sends chills down your spine.

The golden giant palm, powerful enough to suppress even a peak Quasi-Saint, was instantly melted and disintegrated by the supreme destructive power the moment it came into contact with the God-Slaying Spear's light, like ice and snow meeting the blazing sun. It was transformed into the most primitive energy particles.

Ksitigarbha's magnificent golden body was forced back hundreds of feet by this terrifying attack.

And this is just the beginning.

The terrifying aura unleashed by the all-out battle between the two top quasi-saints could no longer be concealed by the grand formation of Mount Sumeru.

A terrifying wave, a mixture of supreme killing intent and the great Buddhist vows, swept wildly across the entire primordial world from Mount Sumeru, like a level twelve cosmic storm.

At this moment, the entire primordial world was alarmed.

Countless powerful beings from the primordial era, who were either in seclusion cultivating or teaching disciples, all turned their gazes toward that barren western land at the same time.

"This aura... is it the God-Slaying Spear?"

"There is also a grand Buddhist vow—that of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva! Who is attacking Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva?"

"Are you crazy?! Someone actually dares to fight a disciple of a Western Sect saint to this extent on Mount Sumeru?"

"Look! That black aura of killing intent seems to be mixed with the laws of thunder... It's Chen Changsheng!"

"My God, how did this jinx end up in the West?"

The entire prehistoric world was in complete uproar.

The Heavenly Court, the Lingxiao Palace.

The Jade Emperor suddenly stood up from his dragon throne, his eyes fixed on the image displayed in the Haotian Mirror.

In the mirror, Chen Changsheng, wielding the God-Slaying Spear, exudes murderous aura as he battles a colossal golden Buddha statue.

The terrifying energy fluctuations, even across billions of miles of space and time, still caused the entire Lingxiao Palace to tremble.

"Good lad!"

Haotian clenched his fists, the veins on the back of his hands bulging.

He wasn't angry, he was agitated.

"As expected of my nephew-in-law!"

Haotian felt a surge of pride; he had long disliked those two old men from the West.

He still remembers the score he set for scheming against Yao Ji back then.

Now that Chen Changsheng has come to their door, it's even more satisfying than if he had taken action himself.