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

The entire White Tiger Sect, from the clan leader to the lowest-ranking servant disciples, was filled with fervor and boundless energy. Having lived on this barren land for generations, they knew all too well what repairing the earth's veins meant. It was a true transformation of the world, the dawn that countless beings in the West had longed for for countless eons! Now, this dawn had truly been brought by the mysterious Xuanbao Emperor, and their White Tiger Sect was fortunate enough to be among the first participants and witnesses of this great undertaking! This sense of honor and mission dispelled all fatigue, and everyone wanted to give it their all.

Bai Xiao personally oversaw the central command, coordinating all parties. Several elders also performed their duties diligently, working tirelessly, but each of them shone with an unprecedented light in their eyes. The bearded outer hall elder was especially excited, his face flushed with excitement. He personally led the most elite battle hall disciples to sweep away any potential threats within a hundred miles of the mountain gate again and again, ensuring absolute safety.

The changes at the White Tiger Sect were naturally detected by Mount Ling immediately. With Jieyin and Zhunti seated on their lotus platforms, their divine senses covering the entire western land, no disturbance could escape their notice. When they saw the White Tiger Sect's bustling activity, almost an entire force mobilized, the two saints' expressions subtly changed.

"Senior brother, this scale... seems even larger than expected." Zhunti stopped fiddling with his prayer beads, his tone grave. "The White Tiger Sect has staked everything. Judging from the rudimentary forms of their outposts and the ever-expanding reconnaissance area, that brat Xuanbao probably isn't just looking for small-scale operations; he truly intends to launch a full-scale attack and shake the very foundations of the Western Earth's veins!"

The Guide Daoist's sorrowful face showed his brows furrowing even more deeply. He remained silent for a moment, then slowly said, "Let's observe further. It's reasonable for the White Tiger Sect to offer their full assistance. The key is to see how much external force Xuanbao can attract, and what his true strength lies. Repairing the earth's veins is not something that a single sect or faction can accomplish."

As if to confirm Jieyin's words, shortly after he finished speaking, a strange phenomenon suddenly appeared in the western sky!

First, in the east, a vast expanse of celestial light and auspicious energy filled the air! Tens of thousands of divine figures, each with a pure, sharp, mysterious, or natural aura, swept across the sky like three distinct, brilliant galaxies from the direction of Kunlun Mountain! Wherever they passed, auspicious clouds paved the way, and the Daoist spirit permeated the air. The sheer scale of their presence caused the already sparse spiritual energy in the west to tremble and become more vibrant.

These were disciples of the Heaven, Earth, and Human Sects! Leading the way were none other than the renowned elites of the three sects: Daoist Duobao, Holy Mother Jinling, Guangchengzi, Chijingzi, True Man Yuding, Zhao Gongming, and the Three Immortals of Sanxiao—all figures whose names resonated throughout the primordial world! Some rode flying swords, others rode mythical beasts, and still others rode on celestial clouds; each one exuded vitality and their eyes were filled with anticipation and eagerness. Behind them stretched an endless horde of disciples from the three sects, the weakest being Golden Immortals, with many also reaching the Taiyi or Daluo levels. This lineup was enough to easily annihilate the vast majority of forces in the primordial world!

"They're here! Senior Brother Xuanbao's reinforcements have arrived!" A disciple in the White Tiger Sect shouted excitedly.

Bai Xiao and the elders had already come out of the mountain gate to greet him. Looking up at the sky, they were utterly shocked. They knew Xuan Bao had a powerful background and a strong backing, but witnessing almost all of the elite disciples under the Three Pure Ones turn out in response to Xuan Bao's call was still an indescribable visual and emotional impact. This was no longer just a matter of a strong background; it was clearly a display of prestige and influence that had reached an astonishing level!

"Welcome, fellow Daoists!" Bai Xiao composed himself and spoke in a loud voice that resonated throughout the surrounding area. At the same time, the White Tiger Sect's mountain gate array slightly opened a portal, guiding the immortal light down.

Daoist Duobao laughed heartily, then descended from the clouds and landed before the mountain gate. He cupped his hands in greeting to Bai Xiao: "Greetings, Sect Leader Bai! I have come by order of my master to await the command of Senior Brother Xuanbao! Where is Senior Brother?"

"Junior Brother Duobao, fellow junior brothers and sisters, you must be tired from your journey." A clear and peaceful voice rang out as Xuanbao slowly walked out of the main hall, a gentle smile on his face. He didn't deliberately exude an aura, but simply standing there, he naturally became the center of attention for everyone. Upon seeing this, the disciples of the three sects, regardless of whether they were previously acquainted with Xuanbao, all became solemn and bowed in unison: "Greetings, Senior Brother Xuanbao (Daoist Brother)!"

The sound waves converged, shaking the mountains and fields. This scene gave the members of the White Tiger Sect a more direct understanding of Xuanbao's status and prestige.

Xuanbao raised his hand in a gesture of support: "Please, everyone, no need for formalities. This restoration of the western ley lines is a meritorious deed, and we will need your help as well. We will discuss the details later; for now, please make yourselves settled."

No sooner had he finished speaking than earth-shattering phenomena were simultaneously reported from the southern, northern, and eastern seas!

In the southern sky, flames raged, and the clear cry of a phoenix echoed! Led by the two phoenix elders, Fire Phoenix and Azure Luan, forty figures radiating raging flames and exuding a powerful and fierce aura appeared first—forty Grand Luo Golden Immortals of the Phoenix Clan! Following them, hundreds of Taiyi and tens of thousands of Golden Immortal-level elites of the Phoenix Clan spread their magnificent wings, trailing long tails of Southern Bright Fire, like a fiery cloud burning the sky, rushing in! The scorching and sacred aura instantly dispelled some of the accumulated cold and malevolent energy in the western world.

"The Phoenix Clan, by the decree of Ancestor Yuanfeng, has come to assist Emperor Xuanbao in repairing the earth's veins!" Elder Huofeng's clear voice resounded through the sky.

Almost simultaneously, a heavy, mountain-like pressure and a long, domineering dragon roar echoed from the north! The Four Dragon Kings—Ao Guang, Ao Qin, Ao Shun, and Ao Run—each revealed parts of their dragon forms, leading forty Great Luo Dragons, eight hundred Taiyi Dragons, and thirty thousand Golden Immortals, riding boundless water vapor and auspicious clouds, converging from the four seas! Clouds follow dragons, wind follows tigers; the dragons' journeys bring with them the extraordinary phenomenon of bringing rain, and where the sweet rain falls, the parched earth faintly radiates a glimmer of life. The four commanders of the Azure Dragon, Yellow Dragon, Yinglong, and Canglong all revealed their enormous forms, circling within the clouds, their power terrifying.

"The Dragon Palace of the East Sea, by the decree of the Ancestor Zhulong, leads the dragon clans of the four seas to await the command of the Xuanbao Emperor!" The voice of Ao Guang, the Dragon King of the East Sea, boomed like thunder.

Immediately afterwards, the western earth trembled, and the Qilin arrived riding auspicious clouds, while the Xuanwu came riding on the Xuan Water! Although the Qilin Clan and the Xuanwu Clan's teams were slightly smaller than those of the Dragon and Phoenix Clans, each of them had more than twenty Daluo, hundreds of Taiyi, and tens of thousands of Golden Immortals. All of them were the elites of their respective clans, and their auras were deep and heavy. The Xuanwu Clan, in particular, left a trail of water vapor wherever they went, carrying a nourishing and stabilizing charm.

"The Qilin and Xuanwu clans, acting on the decree of their ancestral masters, have come to await the command of the Xuanbao Emperor to jointly undertake the grand undertaking of restoring the earth's veins!"

The four divine beast races arrived almost simultaneously! In an instant, above the White Tiger Sect's mountain gate, dragons and phoenixes danced, unicorns presented auspicious signs, and black tortoises suppressed water. Coupled with the White Tiger Sect, which was already filled with murderous aura, and the disciples of the three religions, whose immortal light shone brightly... all kinds of magnificent and vast, different yet subtly connected auras intertwined and collided, rendering this originally desolate western land like the most prosperous center of the primordial world! The spiritual energy within a radius of millions of miles was drawn in by this terrifying force, becoming active and viscous.

The disciples of the White Tiger Sect were stunned, many with their mouths agape, unable to close them. The White Tiger Clan Chief and several elders were even more excited, unable to contain themselves. They knew Xuanbao had a "background," but they never expected that this "background" would be so powerful! This wasn't just "some helpers," it was practically bringing together almost half of the top forces of the prehistoric world! The Three Pure Ones, the Four Divine Beasts... this lineup was probably only possible for Dao Ancestor Hongjun to personally attend; perhaps no one else in the prehistoric world could assemble such a force!

However, the shock was not over yet!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The earth began to tremble rhythmically, not from magical powers, but from the pure resonance of force trampling the earth! On the far horizon, six towering figures, exuding a savage and ferocious aura, were rapidly approaching with steps that made mountains and rivers tremble! Behind them were more than twenty great shamans whose blood and qi were as fierce as smoke, and a million powerful shaman warriors whose ferocious aura had solidified into a tangible form!

The Witch Clan has arrived! And they are led by six Ancestral Witches themselves! Dijiang's spatial power flows, his figure appearing and disappearing intermittently; Zhurong's body is surrounded by raging flames, distorting the void; Gonggong's feet are churning with black water, chilling to the bone; wherever Jumang passes, withered trees spring back to life, and wild grass grows wildly; Xuanming's chilling aura is palpable, and snowflakes fall; Qiangliang's body is wrapped in crackling lightning... The six Ancestral Witches, with six completely different yet equally powerful auras of law, release their power without any concealment, rivaling the auras of the Dragon, Phoenix, Qilin, Xuanwu, and the immortals and gods of the three religions, even adding a touch of primal savagery and domineering power!

"Brother Xuanbao! We're not late, are we!" The thunderous voice of the Ancestral Witch Zhurong carried over from afar, its booming sound causing the blood and qi of some of the White Tiger Sect disciples with slightly lower cultivation levels to churn.

Xuanbao smiled and said loudly, "Not too late, not too late! Brother Dijiang, Brother Zhurong, all the Ancestral Witches, and brothers of the Witch Clan, you've arrived just in time!"

Dijiang flashed forward, arriving with the other five Ancestral Witches, Great Witches, and warriors. His eyes, imbued with the profound mysteries of space, swept over the densely packed, terrifying forces in the sky, then glanced at Xuanbao, who stood smiling before him. A hint of emotion flashed in his eyes, followed by a hearty laugh. He patted Xuanbao's shoulder with his large, fan-like hand (with controlled force, of course): "Good brother! Creating such a grand spectacle is the style of our Witch Clan! Tell us, what do you want us to do? Fighting or digging, no problem!"

Upon hearing this, many high-ranking members of the Dragon and Phoenix clans twitched slightly. Fighting? Digging? The Ancestral Witch Zhurong was certainly direct. However, looking at the three thousand menacing, clearly formidable Witch Clan warriors, especially the twenty menacing Great Witches and the six Ancestral Witches whose mere presence was enough to instill a sense of oppression, no force dared to underestimate this power. They even had a hunch that, when it came to repairing the earth's veins, the Witch Clan might be more professional than them…

Seeing the scene before me at this moment in Lingshan.

The Guide and the Cundi sat facing each other. The pool in front of them, which originally reflected the scenery of the western land, was now rippling and blurry due to the excessive and terrifying energy gathering and disturbance of the Qi.

The expressions on the faces of the two sages could no longer be described as "solemn"; they were so gloomy they seemed to be dripping with water.

"Disciples from the three sects have all come out... The Dragon, Phoenix, Qilin, Black Tortoise, and White Tiger, the five divine beasts, have all arrived... The six ancestral witches of the Witch Clan have personally come..." Zhunti Daoist spoke slowly and deliberately, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth. The prayer beads in his hands had long since stopped being turned, and were now creaking under his grip. "Senior brother... what exactly does this Xuanbao want to do? Repair the earth's veins? Is he going to unite the world and march on our Western Regions?!"

The sorrow on the Guide's face was so deep it was impossible to dispel. He closed his eyes for a long time before slowly opening them. Gone was the composure and calculation from before; only deep fear and a trace of... bewilderment remained in his eyes.

"Junior brother, be careful with your words." The guide's voice was low and slow, as if every word weighed a thousand pounds. "The Three Pure Ones, the Ancestral Witches, the Divine Beast Clan... this kind of formation is not a conquest, but... a platform, a force."

Jieyin raised his eyes and looked out of the hall, his gaze seemingly piercing through the layers of palaces and the scenic beauty of the sacred mountain, landing on the direction of the White Tiger Sect, where a complex aura and overwhelming power emanated. "He is telling us, and also telling the entire prehistoric world, that repairing the western ley lines is not his wish alone, but the will of all, a magnificent force that gathers the common will of the three Xuanmen sects, the direct lineage of Pangu, and the innate divine race. Those who follow it will prosper, those who oppose it will perish, and those who obstruct it will be completely excluded, even ruthlessly crushed."

Zhunti's face turned white, then green, then white again. He understood this principle all too well. But this "momentum" came too suddenly, too overwhelmingly, making even this sage, known for his shrewdness, planning, and resilience, feel suffocating pressure. Previously, they had thought of "waiting and seeing," of "waiting for him to come to them," of "discussing the benefits," but now… the other party had no intention of "coming to their door to discuss the benefits," but instead had directly assembled an army powerful enough to change the world, ready to do something on his territory that he couldn't oppose, and even had to support with a forced smile!

"He...he's using a blatant, overt scheme! A naked, overt scheme!" Zhunti's chest heaved, his saintly composure nearly crumbling. "Coming with such overwhelming power, if our Western Sect were to obstruct it, we would be making enemies of the Three Pure Ones, the Ancestral Witches, the various races of divine beasts, and even the billions of beings who yearn for the prosperity of the West! But if we stand idly by, how much of this immense merit, this reshaping of the West's dominance, this rallying of hearts and minds...will we still have?!"

The response was silence. This was precisely Xuanbao's greatest strength, and also what left them most helpless. Repairing the earth's veins was an irresistible temptation for the West, a meritorious deed welcomed by both Heaven and Earth. To oppose it was to defy Heaven, the Dao, and the hearts of the people. But to support it… Looking at the various forces outside that almost obscured the western sky, supporting it meant that the Western Sect would go from being the sole ruler of the West to one of many participants, and might even be relegated to the back of the merit list due to previous "inaction" and "subtle exclusion."

"Senior brother, are we just going to let him do this?" Zhunti said unwillingly, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes. "Although he has power, this place is still the West, the foundation upon which our Western Sect has built up over countless eons! Even a powerful dragon can't suppress a local snake. If we secretly use some methods to delay, interfere, or... make some arrangements at key ley lines, making their efforts twice as difficult, they will eventually have no choice but to come begging to us..."

"Junior Brother!" Jieyin suddenly raised his voice, interrupting Zhunti. His face showed even more sorrow, yet with an unusual sternness. "Foolish! Do you think the Three Pure Ones and the Ancestral Witches are just for show? Do you think the ancestors of those innate races can't see through this? Xuanbao dares to act this way because he must have their tacit approval or even support! If we resort to underhanded tricks now, once discovered, we will be giving them a handle to use against us. Then they can legitimately join forces to completely exclude our Western Sect from this matter! They might even... use this as an excuse to suppress our sect's fortune! Don't forget, the Three Pure Ones may not forget what happened to Hongyun, the Witch Clan has always disliked us, and the Dragon and Phoenix Clans have no close relationship with us. Right now, countless eyes are waiting for us to make a mistake!"

Zhunti, rebuked by Jieyin, felt as if doused with cold water, shivering and breaking out in a fine layer of cold sweat. Indeed, the West was no longer the West they could control at will. Countless powerful eyes were focused here, and countless divine senses intertwined in the shadows. One wrong step could lead to utter destruction. The restoration of the earth's veins was a done deal, irreversible. The question now wasn't how to obstruct it, but how to secure the greatest possible benefit for the Western Sect amidst this overwhelming tide, preserve its core territory, and perhaps even… grab the largest possible share of the spoils.

After receiving the message from Zhunti, Zhunti calmed down, his tone softening, revealing a deep weariness mixed with a hint of resolve: "The tide is irreversible, so we can only go with the flow. Xuanbao has come with great momentum, and our Western Sect, as the 'host,' will welcome him. He wants to repair the earth's veins, doesn't he? Fine, our Western Sect will give him our full support! Need manpower? Our Buddhist sect has many disciples, familiar with every blade of grass and tree in the West, and they can be put to use. Need land? Mount Ling can serve as the central hub, and all temples and strongholds under the Western Sect can be opened to us. Need resources? Although our Western Sect is poor, we have accumulated some wealth and can provide them as appropriate."

"Senior brother!" Zhunti exclaimed anxiously, "Wouldn't this be handing over the initiative so easily? What will become of the Western Sect's reputation?"

"Face?" Jieyin gave a bitter smile. "Junior brother, what is the value of face in the face of the future of billions of beings in the West, in the face of our shared path to sainthood? To fight for face now is to cut ourselves off from the general trend, to cut ourselves off from merit. Only by actively integrating and participating can we secure a place within it, share in the merit, stabilize our fortune, and even... take this opportunity to spread Western doctrines more widely as the earth's veins are repaired and life is revived! This is the true long-term plan, this is where 'face' truly lies!"

He paused, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes: "Moreover, how difficult is it to repair the ley lines? Even with so much help, it's by no means easy. Surveying, dredging, setting up formations, purifying, suppressing backlash... there are countless details, requiring manpower at every turn. Our Western Sect, rooted in the West, understands ley line damage, residual demonic energy, and the restrictions of dangerous areas far better than any outsider. As long as we demonstrate sufficient 'sincerity' and 'ability,' we might be able to grasp the specifics of execution, coordination, and even overall management of certain areas. Xuanbao values ​​the grand scheme and the fulfillment of his merits; he may not care about these details. This is our opportunity."

After listening, Zhunti remained silent for a long time, his expression shifting before finally settling into a long sigh, filled with resentment, a bitter acceptance of reality, and a rekindled scheming. "What you say, Senior Brother… is quite true. It was my obsession. Then… what should we do?"

"Open the mountain gate and welcome the guests." Jieyin slowly rose up, his dark monk's robes fluttering without wind. A vast, compassionate, yet undeniably majestic aura rose up, instantly dispelling the oppressive atmosphere brought by the complex energy outside Mount Ling.

"Ring the sacred bell of Mount Ling nine times to proclaim to the West that our Western Sect will devote all its efforts to assisting Xuanbao in repairing the Western Earth's veins, bringing blessings to all living beings. We hereby command the Bodhisattvas Medicine King, Precious Light, Sunlight, and Moonlight, leading three thousand monks, eight hundred Arhats, and a million Dharma-protecting monks, to immediately depart for the White Tiger Sect…"

Meanwhile, at the White Tiger Sect, Xuan Bao, witnessing the gathering of various forces, was filled with mixed emotions. He knew the responsibility of repairing the earth's veins was immense and dared not slacken in the slightest. He immediately began convening representatives from all sides to discuss specific repair plans.

The group sat together, each expressing their own opinions. Disciples of the three religions, relying on their profound knowledge of Taoist magic, proposed many ingenious methods of array formation; the dragon and phoenix clans and other divine beast groups expressed their willingness to provide their own power to help purify the evil energy in the earth's veins; and the witch clan was even more eager to make a big splash.