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Mount Tai, the ancestral mountain of humankind.

At this moment, the sky above Mount Tai was filled with a vast expanse of purple mist, stretching for tens of thousands of miles, resembling a purple ocean. This was a strange phenomenon, born from the birth of an innate deity atop Mount Tai, after the Shang Dynasty unified the world and its fortunes reached their zenith. This was a result of the materialization of human beliefs and the sedimentation of time.

This phenomenon was truly immense. The laws of the entire primordial world resonated with it, and even beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, the Daoist voice emanating from Mount Tai could be heard.

Kunlun Mountain, Yuxu Palace.

Yuanshi Tianzun sat cross-legged on a futon, his face as black as the bottom of a pot. With the fall of Xiqi and the defeat of Guangchengzi and others, the fortunes of the Chan Sect had plummeted, and he hadn't even wanted to leave the main hall during this time.

But the moment the purple aura of Mount Tai soared into the sky, the Primordial Celestial Venerable suddenly opened his eyes. He stared intently at the direction of Mount Tai in the water mirror, his eyes flashing with greedy light.

"A primordial deity born of humanity! What a powerful origin!" Yuanshi Tianzun's beard trembled with excitement. "There's always a way out! If I, this old Daoist, can act first and convert this deity back to Kunlun Mountain, taking him as my last disciple, the Chan Sect can not only make up for the lost fortune of Xiqi, but also re-establish its lineage among the human race!"

He could no longer sit still. He suddenly stood up, clutching the Three Treasures Jade Ruyi tightly in his hand, ready to tear through the void and rush to Mount Tai. Even if he had to risk being slapped in the face by the Great Shang's "Severing Heaven and Earth Barrier," he was determined to seize this deity.

The Western Paradise, Mount Sumeru.

The Taoist Zhunti was leaning against the dried-up bottom of the Eight Treasures Merit Pool, lost in thought. His bald right arm had not yet healed, and he exuded an air of poverty and decay.

Upon witnessing the extraordinary phenomenon at Mount Tai, Zhunti instantly regained his senses. His eyes widened like copper bells, and he sprang to his feet.

"Senior brother! Did you see that?! A treasure has appeared on Mount Tai in the East!" Zhunti stamped his feet anxiously, his only remaining left hand gripping Jieyin's cassock tightly. "This is definitely a treasure capable of suppressing the fortunes of a great sect! The Western Sect's chance to turn the tide has arrived! Let's go, let's hurry, perhaps this deity has a connection with our Western Sect!"

With a pained expression, Jieyin grabbed Zhunti and refused to let him leave.

"Junior brother, wake up!" Jieyin sighed and pointed to Zhunti's missing arm. "Where is Mount Tai? In the heart of the Shang Dynasty! That's Lin Xuan's backyard! We don't even have a decent magic weapon now. Are you going to fight those demolition crew brats for it? Don't end up losing your left arm in the East before you even get to the treasure."

Upon hearing Lin Xuan's name, Zhunti's face turned deathly pale. A tightness gripped his chest, and he nearly coughed up another mouthful of blood. He gritted his teeth, forced to watch helplessly as the purple aura rose in the east, filled with impotent rage.

Meanwhile, in the study of Pangu Palace.

Lin Xuan was leaning back in a large armchair. Yun Xiao, dressed in a simple blue robe, sat beside him, holding a plate of chilled yellow plums. She was carefully removing the pits from the plums and feeding the flesh to Lin Xuan.

"My lord, the commotion at Mount Tai is quite significant," Yunxiao said with some concern, glancing at the water mirror. "With such a supreme treasure of humanity appearing in the world, the sages of the primordial world are bound to be restless. I'm afraid the Primordial Heavenly Venerable will resort to underhanded tactics again."

Lin Xuan opened his mouth and swallowed the yellow plum, then casually touched the back of Yunxiao's hand and chuckled.

"That old codger Yuanshi, he never learns his lesson." Lin Xuan picked up the handkerchief he was using to wipe his hands and tossed it onto the table. "Mount Tai is our human territory, and what grows there is our own homegrown cabbage. Trying to steal our cabbage? He doesn't even look at his own rotten teeth."

Lin Xuan stood up, stretched, and his joints cracked.

"Watching plays at home every day has made our bones rust. This is a good opportunity to loosen their bones."

Lin Xuan walked outside and shouted into the courtyard.

"Lin Wu! Lin Dasheng! Lin Jian!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than three loud explosions rang out.

Lin Wu, shirtless and carrying the God-Slaying Spear, Lin Dasheng, wielding the Golden Cudgel, and Lin Jian, with his third eye slightly open and holding a three-pointed double-edged sword, the three "demolition captains" representing the highest physical output of the Pangu Palace, instantly landed in front of Lin Xuan.

They trampled three large holes in the ground.

"Dad! Who are you hitting!" Lin Wu's eyes were red with excitement, and he couldn't suppress the murderous aura emanating from him.

"Dad, where are we going to cause trouble? Are we going to expose those Taoist priests from the Chan Sect again?" Lin Dasheng chuckled, his golden cudgel spinning rapidly in his hand.

Lin Xuan waved his hand domineeringly.

"Go to Mount Tai to protect the delivery! Today, anyone who dares to lay a hand on that deity, whether they're from the Chan Sect or some rogue cultivator or old monster, no need for words, just cut them to death! I'll cover for you!"

"Alright!"

The father and his three sons transformed into four streaks of light, tearing through the void of the Pangu Palace, carrying overwhelming malevolent energy and lawless domineering aura, heading straight for Mount Tai.