Primordial Era: I am a treasure trove, full of magical treasures.

However, just as Xuanbao was talking and discussing matters of state in the main hall of the White Tiger Sect, the Daoist Jieyin and Daoist Zhunti, who were meditating with their eyes closed deep in the Spirit Mountain, opened their eyes almost simultaneously.

The divine thoughts of the sages cover the West, and with a single thought, they can know all spirits. Although the White Tiger Sect is located in a remote area and is blocked by the mountain gate array, how could such a large-scale mobilization of personnel and preparation of supplies, especially the personal arrival of Xuanbao, the "Fengdu Emperor" who has accumulated great merit and fortune and has just caused a great disturbance in the Netherworld, cause subtle changes in the Qi of Heaven and Earth? These changes could not be kept secret from the two sages who are in charge of the West and are extremely sensitive to the slightest movement in their own territory.

Moreover, Xuanbao had previously sworn brotherhood with Zhenyuanzi and Hongyun at Wuzhuang Temple, borrowed the Earth Book, and traveled to the West without any concealment. His whereabouts were already within the two sages' perception. However, they were still pondering Xuanbao's intentions and had not yet taken action, but they did not expect Xuanbao to act so swiftly, going directly to the White Tiger Sect, with which they had a delicate relationship, and staying for several days. Judging from their interaction and pleasant conversation, their auras seemed to be in harmony.

"Senior Brother," Zhunti Daoist frowned slightly, his fingers gently twirling a string of prayer beads, his tone tinged with doubt and displeasure, "that Xuanbao brat first went to Wuzhuang Temple to mingle with Zhen Yuanzi and Hongyun, even borrowing the Earth Book, and now he's run off to the White Tiger Sect. What exactly is he trying to do? Could it be... as Senior Brother previously suspected, that he's after the Western Earth Veins? But even if he wants to repair the Earth Veins, he should at least come to pay his respects to us first and discuss our plans. What is his intention in this clandestine collusion, trying to win over our Western native forces?"

The Guide Daoist's face was filled with sorrow, yet a glint of shrewdness shone deep within his eyes. He slowly said, "Junior Brother, please calm down. Xuanbao always plans his actions carefully. His first trip to Wuzhuang Temple, where he obtained the Earth Book, was to add a crucial tool to the restoration of the earth's veins—this is only to be expected. Zhen Yuanzi and Hongyun's sworn brotherhood with him was unexpected, but it was also part of his strategy, aimed at cultivating goodwill. As for the White Tiger Sect…"

He paused, his divine sense sweeping across the malevolent mountain range in the southwest. Sensing the faintly restless, hopeful, and energetic atmosphere within the White Tiger Sect, he understood: "The White Tiger Sect has long resided in the west, suffering from the barrenness of the earth's veins, and is extremely eager to repair them. Xuanbao is using this as a starting point, first gaining the White Tiger Sect's full support, and then using this power to negotiate with us. This way, we can either take the initiative or, if necessary, use the White Tiger Sect's strength to conduct a pilot program in the west. This is a calculated strategy, and a brilliant one at that."

Upon hearing this, Zhunti's expression softened slightly, but the calculating glint in his eyes remained: "Senior brother is right. He wants to establish his authority and gather momentum before trying to reason with us. In this way, even if we are unwilling to fully cooperate, he can still stir up trouble in the West. However... repairing the earth's veins is incredibly difficult. Without the full support of our Western Sect, does he really think he can succeed with just the White Tiger Sect, Zhen Yuanzi, and other local bigwigs, plus those he's found from who-knows-where? In the end, he'll probably still have to come begging to us. At that time, the power to take the lead and the distribution of merit will no longer be up to him alone."

At this moment, Zhunti still couldn't get over Xuanbao's hurdle in his heart. After all, for Zhunti, having everything stolen by Xuanbao was worse than being killed. Moreover, Xuanbao had saved Hongyun's life at a crucial moment. It should be noted that there was still a great karmic debt between Zhunti, Jieyin, and Hongyun to repay. That was the karma of becoming a saint, which was not so easy to repay. As long as Hongyun died, their karma would be wiped clean. But Xuanbao ruined their plans.

Although Zhunti has long since become a saint, he dares not cause trouble for Xuanbao because of the Three Pure Ones behind Xuanbao.

Jieyin shook his head slightly: "Junior brother, we must not underestimate this boy. Xuanbao was able to help Houtu achieve perfect reincarnation and create the Holy Spirit Clan to repair the earth's path. He has repeatedly accomplished seemingly impossible things, so he must have something to rely on behind the scenes. He is by no means a reckless person. Since he dares to make such a plan, he must be quite confident. If we try to suppress him with force and obstruct him with power, we will only be at a disadvantage. We may even hand over part of this immense opportunity for merit in the West, or even cause discord. It would be a loss for us."

"Then, in your opinion, what should we do?" Zhun asked.

"Respond to all changes with constancy, and observe the situation calmly." Jieyin closed his eyes, his voice serene. "Since he won't come first, we'll wait for him. Let's see what he says and does. Restoring the earth's veins is indeed a long-cherished wish of our Western Sect for billions of years. If successful, the merit will be immeasurable. As long as it doesn't harm the foundation of our Western Sect or seize the fortune of our Spirit Mountain, what harm is there in giving him a little control and a share of the merit? The important thing is that this matter must be carried out within our Western territory, under the watchful eye and tacit approval of our Western Sect. Whether he tries to win over the White Tiger Sect or borrow the Earth Book, he can't bypass you and me in the end. We'll discuss it further when he arrives. But..."

Jieyin opened his eyes again and looked at Zhunti: "I need to remind my disciples, especially those who live near the White Tiger Sect or who may be hostile to Xuanbao, to behave themselves recently and not provoke him without reason, lest they ruin everything. We'll talk about everything when Xuanbao comes to us."

Although Zhunti was unwilling, feeling that Xuanbao had gotten the upper hand, his senior brother's words made sense. Restoring the earth's veins was the top priority for the West, and the benefits far outweighed any momentary squabble. He nodded: "As you say, senior brother. I will immediately issue a decree to restrain my disciples. Let's see what tricks this Xuanbao brat can pull."

Just as Jieyin and Zhunti decided to adopt the "wait and see" approach, Xuanbao smiled slightly in the main hall of the White Tiger Sect, knowing that the time had come, and stopped being coy. With a slight thought, he communicated with the Three Pure Ones. This was something that could earn merit, so he had to bring along his junior brothers and sisters. As the chief of the three sects, he naturally had to think of them first when there were benefits.

Xuanbao's thoughts reached the Three Pure Ones in the Three Pure Ones Hall on Mount Kunlun, who seemed to sense it. They simultaneously looked westward, their gaze piercing through the endless void, landing on Xuanbao in the White Tiger Sect's main hall, a hint of understanding and approval flashing in their eyes. Then, with a flick of their fingers, a beam of clear light flew out from the Three Pure Ones Hall, splitting into countless forms that landed in various caves and dojos throughout Mount Kunlun.

Within the various caves of Kunlun Mountain, disciples of the Heaven, Earth, and Human sects, who were meditating, discussing the Dao, performing rituals, refining elixirs, and forging weapons—whether they were core disciples personally instructed by Guang Chengzi, Chi Jingzi, Duobao Daoren, Jinling Shengmu, or Grand Master Xuandu, or ordinary inner and outer disciples—all those whose cultivation had reached the Golden Immortal level or above and whose temperament was calm and reliable, simultaneously received a majestic yet brief message from their sage teacher:

"A momentous event has occurred in the West, a matter of immeasurable merit. Assemble immediately at the White Tiger Sect and await the orders of your Senior Brother Xuanbao. Do not delay, do not cause trouble, and cooperate fully. Disciples of the Heaven, Earth, and Human Sects must all cooperate sincerely and avoid infighting. This is your opportunity, and also a valuable experience. Xuanbao will inform you of the specific details. Go now!"

This sudden imperial decree caused an instant uproar throughout the Kunlun Mountains!

The disciples of the Earth Sect, especially the Golden Immortals led by Guang Chengzi and Chi Jingzi, were initially taken aback, but then their eyes gleamed. Their eldest brother, Xuanbao, was in the West? Was he preoccupied with something of immeasurable merit?

As the chief disciple of the three sects, Xuanbao's power was equated with merit in the eyes of the disciples. All his junior brothers and sisters had gained a lot of merit from the last heavenly marriage and the last wedding. Moreover, this time was also an opportunity for merit! They dared not be negligent and finished their current affairs, packed their luggage and magical treasures, called their friends and companions, and transformed into beams of celestial light, some pure and some sharp, soaring into the sky from Kunlun Mountain, converging into a torrent, and heading majestically towards the White Tiger Sect in the west.

The disciples of the Human Sect reacted even more directly and readily. The four direct disciples—Daoist Duobao, Holy Mother Jinling, Holy Mother Wudang, and Holy Mother Guiling—along with some inner sect elites, were all greatly invigorated upon hearing their master's decree. They were naturally active, loved excitement, and valued loyalty. They already held a strong liking for, and even admired, their eldest brother Xuanbao, a man of formidable strength who had repeatedly created miracles, never judging others by their birth, and always treating the disciples of the Jie Sect with kindness. Now, with such a meritorious event, and their eldest brother still thinking of them, how could they not be excited? Daoist Duobao laughed heartily, his voice resounding across Jin'ao Island: "Fellow disciples, our eldest brother is summoning us from the West! A tremendous amount of merit awaits us! What are we waiting for? Let's go!" In an instant, thousands of Human Sect immortal lights, like celestial beings paying homage, some sharp as swords, some unpredictable, some majestic and righteous, converged into a torrent no less powerful than that of the Earth Sect, following closely behind and rushing westward.

The Heavenly Sect had the fewest disciples, only about three hundred, led by Yu Ding, the Three Immortals of Sanxiao, and Zhao Gongming. As for Xuan Du, his cultivation time was too short, and although he was constantly taking medicine, his current realm was only Taiyi Golden Immortal. Upon hearing the decree, he simply nodded slightly and said to the Heavenly Sect disciples beside him, whose auras were equally calm and whose Daoist charm was natural, "Our teacher has given the order, and Senior Brother Xuanbao has summoned us. This is a great act of kindness and also the duty that our Heavenly Sect should fulfill. Let's go." Hundreds of pure and effortless Xuan lights, yet containing boundless vitality, quietly rose, unhurried and unhurried, yet seemingly containing some kind of Daoist rhythm, arriving first after arriving later, and merging into the torrent heading west.

In an instant, in the eastern part of the primordial world, towards the Kunlun Mountains, three distinct yet subtly connected torrents of destiny, carrying tens of thousands of celestial and divine figures, traversed the sky and surged towards the western territory of the White Tiger Sect. This spectacle surpassed even the scale of the previous Heavenly Wedding! After all, the Heavenly Wedding was a joyous occasion with relatively fixed participants; but this time, disciples from all three sects had come out in full force—why?

Along the way, countless powerful cultivators in seclusion were alarmed, attracting many suspicious glances. The West is barren; what could possibly warrant the deployment of all the elites under the Three Pure Ones? Considering that the recently infamous "Fengdu Emperor" Xuanbao is active in the West, many astute individuals have already vaguely guessed that a momentous upheaval and great opportunity is about to occur in the West! Some independent cultivators and small forces with ties to the West, or those who already reside there, or those who are extremely sensitive to opportunities for merit, have also begun to stir. Some are secretly observing, some are trying to inquire about the news from the disciples of the Three Religions, and some are simply following far behind, hoping to get a share of the spoils.

Before the three torrents even reached the western border, several other powerful forces had already taken action.

East, the Dragon Palace of the East Sea.

The Candle Dragon Ancestor opened his eyes from the deep sea, and the illusory image of the River of Time flashed by in his eyes. In the water mirror in front of him, the magnificent scene of the myriad immortals of Kunlun traveling west was reflected.

"Young friend Xuanbao... is indeed no ordinary person." Zhulong's voice was deep and resonant, carrying the vicissitudes of time. "Repairing the western ley lines, such a feat, such ambition, has never been seen since the beginning of time. This is an unparalleled merit in restoring heaven and earth and benefiting all things, and even more so... a good opportunity to settle past karma."

"Issue my order." Zhulong's voice echoed throughout the depths of the Dragon Palace. "Four Sea Dragon Kings, lead 40 Douluo, 800 Taiyi Golden Immortals, and 3 Golden Immortals (Golden Immortal level and below will be omitted) to depart immediately for the Western White Tiger Sect and await the command of Emperor Xuanbao. Commanders of the Yinglong, Qinglong, Huanglong, and Canglong tribes shall accompany you. Ao Guang, you will personally lead the team."

"We humbly obey the Ancestor's decree!" The Four Dragon Kings, Ao Guang, Ao Qin, Ao Shun, and Ao Run, bowed in unison, their expressions filled with excitement. They naturally understood the opportunity presented by this and immediately mustered their troops. Before long, the roars of dragons echoed throughout the four seas. Thousands of elite aquatic soldiers gathered, their banners waving, and under the command of the Four Dragon Kings and four powerful dragon generals, they rode the towering water vapor, rising from the four seas and converging into a vast, azure cloud in the sky. Following closely behind the divine light of the Three Religions, they marched westward in a mighty procession. Wherever they passed, sweet rain fell, and withered trees were revived. They actively used their innate dragon powers to nourish the earth along the way, both to build momentum for their advance and to lay the groundwork for the subsequent repair of the earth's veins.

The immortal volcano in the south, the ancestral home of the Phoenix Clan.

Yuan Feng manifested a phantom image from the Nirvana Divine Flame. She had already sensed the unusual commotion in the world, as well as the undisguised and massive actions of the East Sea Dragon Clan.

"The Dragon Clan is quite proactive." Yuan Feng's cold voice rang out, revealing neither joy nor anger. However, the elders standing beside her, including Jin Feng, Qing Luan, Cai Feng, and Huo Feng, could all sense that Yuan Feng was not at peace.

"Mother, Fellow Daoist Xuanbao wishes to repair the Western Earth Veins, which is a feat akin to mending the heavens. Our Phoenix Clan wields the Southern Bright Fire, which has the power to burn away filth, purify evil spirits, and stimulate life, and can lend him a helping hand. Moreover, there are past karmic connections..." Jin Feng stepped forward and respectfully reminded him.

"And you reminded me," Yuan Feng sighed softly, then her expression hardened. "Fire Phoenix, Azure Phoenix, you two will also lead 40 Great Luo Golden Immortals, 600 Taiyi, and 2 elite Golden Immortals (and below the Golden Immortal realm) to the West, to be at Xuan Bao's command. Remember, your primary task here is to repair the earth's veins and establish merit. Observe and listen carefully when encountering problems, maintain friendly relations with the Dragon Clan, the White Tiger Sect, and others, and do not act impulsively."

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(Note that for Dragon Clan, Phoenix Clan, Qilin Clan, Xuanwu, and those below the Golden Immortal Realm, the starting price is in the tens of millions.)

At the same time, similar scenes were happening in the Qilin and Xuanwu clans. However, the Qilin and Xuanwu clans were not as wealthy as the Dragon and Phoenix clans. Each of them brought 25 Great Luo Golden Immortals, 300 Taiyi Immortals, and 1 Golden Immortals to the West.

At the foot of Buzhou Mountain stands the Pangu Palace.

The eleven ancestral witches (excluding Houtu who was reincarnated) gathered together. Dijiang sat at the head of the table, with the other ancestral witches arranged on both sides.

"Brother Xuanbao is about to undertake a major undertaking in the West: repairing the earth's veins." Dijiang cut to the chase, his voice like the clash of metal. "Houtu has sent word that this matter is beneficial to heaven and earth, and also has potential advantages for the Wu Clan. If successful, the earth will be stabilized, and the earth's energy will rise, which will be beneficial to the cultivation and reproduction of our Wu Clan. Moreover, Brother Xuanbao has a deep friendship with our Wu Clan, and both for public and private reasons, we should go and help him."

"Brother is right!" Zhu Rong, the Ancestral Witch, boomed, his body wreathed in flames. "Brother Xuanbao is one of our own! He's handling affairs in the West, so we have to go and support him! I don't think those two bald monks in the West are good people. If they cause trouble, we'll go and back Brother Xuanbao up!"

"To repair the earth's veins, we need to move earth and rocks, shift mountains, and regulate the earth's energy. This is our Wu clan's forte," said Hou Tu, the ancestral Wu of the earth (another great Wu with the same name, who inherited some of Hou Tu's authority and title). "Our Wu clan's sons are born of the earth, grow up on the earth, and know the earth's veins best. This journey is precisely where they will be put to use."

"Excellent!" Jumang, the Ancestral Witch of Wood, nodded. "Moreover, I heard that our old rivals, the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin, have all gone. Hmph, if they can go, how can my Witch Clan lag behind? It's a good opportunity to let the primordial world see who the true master of the earth is!"

"Let's go together!" The other Ancestral Witches, such as Gonggong, Xuanming, Qiangliang, Yuezi, Tianwu, Xizi, and Shebishi, echoed. The Witch Clan was straightforward and valued loyalty. They were on good terms with Xuanbao and felt that this matter would benefit the Witch Clan and give them an edge over their old rivals. Why wouldn't they do it?

"Alright!" Dijiang decided. "Houtu needs to stay in the Cycle of Reincarnation and cannot move lightly. This time, I, Zhurong, Gonggong, Jumang, Xuanming, and Qiangliang—the six Ancestral Witches—will lead the team, along with twenty Great Witches and a million elite Witch Clan warriors, to the West, under the command of Brother Xuanbao! Remember, this is to help, not to fight. Obey Brother Xuanbao's arrangements in everything and do not engage in conflict with the Western Sect or any other forces without authorization. Of course, if anyone is foolish enough to bully us, our Witch Clan is not one to back down!"

"Yes!" The ancestral witches and great witches responded in unison, their voices resounding throughout the Pangu Palace.

Soon, from the direction of Buzhou Mountain, a murderous aura soared into the sky! Six enormous figures, resembling ancient demon gods, stepped forward first—the true forms of the six Ancestral Witches: Dijiang, Zhurong, Gonggong, Jumang, Xuanming, and Qiangliang! Following them were twenty Great Witches of varying forms, all exuding powerful blood and murderous aura. Behind them were three thousand Witch Clan warriors, each over ten feet tall, with bulging muscles, wielding giant axes, halberds, and heavy hammers, roaring like thunder!

They didn't ride on celestial clouds; instead, they strode directly onto the earth! Each step caused mountains to tremble and the earth's veins to rumble! Yet their speed was by no means slow, even faster than that of the immortals riding the clouds! This was because they weren't flying, but rather using the power of the earth to shrink the distance, traversing mountains and rivers with each step! This was a unique way of traveling belonging to the Wu tribe, especially the Ancestral Wu and Great Wu—domineering, wild, and direct, full of power and oppressive force!

The moment the Wu tribe moved, the earth veins of the entire central and western part of the prehistoric world resonated and trembled! Countless creatures looked in terror at the army that resembled moving mountains and exuded a wild and ferocious aura, their hearts and minds shaken.

"It's the Witch Clan! The Ancestral Witches have been mobilized!"

"My God, six Ancestral Witches! More than twenty Great Witches! Is the Witch Clan about to launch a westward expedition?"

"It's not just the Witch Clan! The four divine beasts—Dragon, Phoenix, Qilin, and Black Tortoise—have all moved! The disciples of the Three Pure Ones have also been mobilized! What... what are they trying to do? How could they have mobilized such a force?!"

The primordial world was incredibly lively at this moment. From God's perspective, countless torrents were converging on the western part of the primordial world.

Seeing his influence in the prehistoric world, Xuanbao's lips curled up, giving him a somewhat crooked-mouthed dragon king-like appearance.

Machine operation...