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

Xuanbao shifted his gaze from the survivors to the western outline of the land stained with gray-black demonic energy, his eyes becoming sharp and clear.

"Everyone," Xuanbao's voice rang out again, drawing everyone's attention back, "restoring the earth's veins is not something that can be done overnight. Its essence lies in dredging and purifying the damaged earth's energy and reconnecting the severed spiritual roots. However, in the Western lands, since the conflict between the Dao and the Demonic Path, countless demonic energies, malevolent energies, and resentful energies have accumulated and seeped deep into the mountains and earth's veins, becoming entangled with the damaged areas, like a malignant sore. If these demonic filths are not removed, even with extraordinary means to dredge the earth's energy, it will be like pouring a clear spring into a filthy pool—futile and possibly even triggering a demonic backlash, causing all efforts to be in vain."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the numerous powerful figures present: "Therefore, I believe the first step in repairing the earth's veins should be—to thoroughly cleanse the land and eradicate the demonic influence! This means completely eliminating the demonic creatures, evil spirits, and vengeful ghosts that infest the western lands, originating from the war between the Dao and Demonic Paths, as well as the mountains and dangerous areas deeply corrupted by demonic energy!"

Upon hearing this, everyone was taken aback at first, but then they all showed expressions of realization and agreement.

"Elder Brother's words are very wise!" As expected, it was Duobao who spoke first, the self-proclaimed number one henchman of Xuanbao.

Duobao clapped his hands in praise, "The damage to the Western ley lines stems from the ancient demonic war. Although Rahu was defeated, his demonic foundation and residual demonic energy are intertwined with the damaged ley lines, forming an inseparable bond. If we don't first clear away these long-standing ailments, our subsequent efforts to regulate the earth's energy and reconnect spiritual roots will be like building a tower on sand—the foundation will be unstable. Only by sweeping away the thorns with lightning speed, destroying before rebuilding, can we achieve the right path!"

Seeing Duobao speak, Guangchengzi, not wanting to be outdone, nodded slightly and chimed in, "That's right. And this action is also necessary. Firstly, it can cleanse the environment, laying the foundation for the subsequent repair of the earth's veins..." After speaking, he also glanced at Duobao, who was standing to the side, only regretting that he was a step too late and that Duobao had taken the lead.

Duo Bao naturally saw Guang Chengzi's glance, and with a slight upturn of his lips, he returned Guang Chengzi's glance in a provocative manner.

The struggle for the title of "Crown Prince" has always been like this.

……

The two then stared at each other.

Xuanbao naturally saw what the two were doing, but he didn't say anything. Competition was a good thing, especially since they were both flattering him...

Xuanbao's gaze swept over the various forces, including the Witch Clan, the Phoenix Clan, and the Dragon Clan, and he said meaningfully, "Purifying the demonic atmosphere is an act to protect the clarity of heaven and earth. No matter which force takes action, they will all have immeasurable merit."

Xuanbao's last words were like igniting a fuse. Almost the instant his words fell, the various forces near the White Tiger Sect's mountain gate, who had been unable to restrain themselves any longer, scattered like a floodgate opening!

Merit is truly a panacea in the prehistoric world. Even the current Wu tribe is very interested in merit, let alone other people in the prehistoric world.

"Sons of the Witch Clan! Follow me!" The Ancestral Witch Dijiang commanded, his voice echoing across the land. He didn't choose to ride the clouds, but instead tore through space, taking a single step and appearing a hundred miles away above a swamp shrouded in demonic energy. The five Ancestral Witches—Zhurong, Gonggong, Jumang, Xuanming, and Qiangliang—followed closely behind, some treading on flames, others controlling black water, some stimulating vegetation, and others carrying ice, snow, wind, and thunder. These six figures, resembling ancient demon gods, led twenty Great Witches and a million Witch Soldiers, like six red-hot daggers, fiercely plunging into the most filthy and dangerous demonic abysses in the western heartland! Their actions were the most direct and domineering; wherever they passed, the earth rumbled, and demonic energy melted away like snow meeting boiling water. The demons dwelling within didn't even have time to scream before being crushed and purified by their pure, brute force and laws.

Seeing the Witch Clan's swift and fierce attack, everyone was eager to follow suit. From the Phoenix Clan, a fire phoenix let out a long cry, and five-colored flames erupted from its body, leading a group of elite phoenix warriors towards a valley shrouded in demonic mist. Wherever the flames reached, the demonic mist dissipated, and the evil spirits hidden within revealed themselves, only to be burned to ashes by the phoenix's flames.

On the dragon side, the Dragon King swung his tail, stirring up towering waves that surged towards a sea area shrouded in demonic energy. The seawater transformed into a gigantic dragon shape, engulfing the demons in the area, and the immense water pressure instantly crushed them into dust.

In an instant, across the western lands, various forces roamed freely, engaging in a fierce battle against the demons. The entire western land was illuminated by the light of the battle, and as the demons were gradually eliminated, the sky, which had been shrouded in demonic energy, gradually revealed its long-lost azure blue.

"Amitabha Buddha, excellent, excellent!"

Just as all forces were mobilizing in a thunderous battle against the demonic and evil spirits of the Western Lands, the long golden avenue of the Lingshan Buddhist sect finally extended to the White Tiger Sect. The four leading bodhisattvas—Medicine King, Sunlight, Moonlight, and Precious Light—joined their hands in prayer, chanting Buddhist mantras. The chanting, like a tidal wave, washed away some of the bloodshed and malevolent aura that permeated the vicinity.

"Demons are obstacles and obscurities. Our Buddha, though compassionate, also glares fiercely like a Vajra, and shall act to subdue demons and protect the Way, to safeguard the purity of Heaven and Earth, and to benefit all beings in the West." The Medicine King Bodhisattva's countenance was solemn, his voice gentle yet carrying an undeniable firmness. The jade bottle in his hand tilted slightly, a drop of nectar falling, transforming into a misty, clear light that enveloped the vast Buddhist procession behind him.

"Following the Buddha's decree, we will subdue demons and monsters, and cleanse the world!" Three thousand monks, eight hundred arhats, and a million Dharma-protecting monks responded in unison, their voices like thunder, their Buddha-light soaring into the sky. They stood in opposition to the barbaric evil aura of the witch clan, the pure and righteous light of the three religions, and the primal power of the various divine beast races, together forming a magnificent picture of sweeping away the demonic atmosphere of the West.

Unlike other forces that dispersed to attack, the four Bodhisattvas each led a group of monks to occupy four different locations. The Bodhisattva of Sunlight and the Bodhisattva of Moonlight, one radiating boundless light and heat like the sun blazing across the sky, the other casting a gentle glow like the cold moon illuminating the earth, balanced yin and yang. Wherever their light reached, the demons and vengeful spirits that feared light and preferred shadow let out mournful screams, melting and disintegrating in the purification of light and heat and the stagnation of cold. They specialized in attacking dangerous valleys and secluded places where demonic energy had corrupted yin and yang, causing imbalances and breeding evil spirits.

It wasn't surprising to see how hard the Buddhist sect was working for Xuanbao. After all, their two saints were still in debt, owing the Heavenly Dao a great deal of merit. Hearing that they could gain merit, Jieyin and Zhunti would probably have taken action themselves if it weren't for the fact that saints couldn't intervene.

Now only the disciples of the three sects remained on the spot, and everyone looked at their senior brother Xuanbao with eager eyes, as they also wanted merit.

Xuanbao's gaze swept over the dark mass of disciples from the three sects beside him, their fighting spirits high, and finally landed on the faces of Daoist Duobao and Guangchengzi.

Currently, the strongest among the three sects are Duobao and Guangchengzi, even Yuding, who is currently the second senior brother of the Heavenly Sect, is a notch weaker.

"Junior Brother Duobao, Junior Brother Guangchengzi."

"Senior Brother!" Upon hearing the voice, the two stepped forward and bowed in obedience. Although they had been secretly competing just moments before, they were now solemn in the face of Xuanbao.

"This cleansing of demonic influences and eradication of Western filth is to pave the way for the subsequent restoration of the earth's veins. As disciples of the three sects, we are the orthodox lineage of the Xuanmen, and we should naturally work together with one heart and one mind, demonstrating our abilities." Xuanbao's clear voice reached the ears of every disciple of the three sects. "Junior Brother Duobao, you are meticulous, possess numerous magical treasures, and are adept at handling complex situations. Junior Brother Guangchengzi, you are composed, possess profound Taoist magic, and excel at direct confrontation. Today, you two will lead the teams, each leading the disciples of the Human Sect and the Earth Sect respectively." They will form a pincer movement, sweeping through the two areas in the western hinterland where demonic energy is most heavily accumulated and deeply entrenched, to the south and north. It is imperative to eradicate evil completely, leaving no future troubles. The disciples of the Heavenly Sect, led by Junior Brother Yu Ding and the Three Immortals of Sanxiao and Zhao Gongming, will provide central support, purifying the scattered demonic energy, stabilizing the earth's veins, and clearing away any remaining threats along the two sweeping routes, guiding the earth's energy to prevent the demonic energy from resurfacing. This is an act of merit, and also an opportunity for training; it must be done with caution and decisiveness, with mutual support and vigilance, without any mistakes.

"We will obey the orders of our senior brother!" Duobao, Guangchengzi, Yuding, Sanxiao, Zhao Gongming, and the others bowed in unison, their eyes blazing with fighting spirit. This division of labor took into account the strengths of each sect and clearly defined the merits and responsibilities, leaving no one dissatisfied.

"Fellow disciples," Xuanbao's gaze swept across the entire assembly, his voice suddenly tinged with fervor, "the damage to the western ley lines and the rampant demonic influence are not a recent phenomenon. Yet today, we gather here, with overwhelming power, to mend the heavens. This is not merely for merit, but for the peace of the primordial world, for the future of the West! We must use thunderous methods to display the might of our Xuanmen, cleanse the demonic influence, and restore a bright and clear world!"

"Cleanse the evil influences and restore peace to the world!"

"May the righteous path of Taoism prosper forever!"

The disciples of the three religions shouted in unison, their voices shaking the heavens. Then, led by Duobao, Guangchengzi, Yuding, and others, tens of thousands of immortals and gods transformed into three distinct yet faintly connected torrents, rushing towards the direction Xuanbao had indicated.

Seeing the disciples of the three religions transform into two torrents and plunge into the western land, Xuanbao nodded slightly. He did not follow the main force, but instead, with a thought, he communicated with the distant underworld.

Almost at the same moment, ripples appeared in the void in front of him, and figures silently emerged.

These figures, numbering around three thousand, resembled humanoid forms and each possessed a pair of pure white wings. They were none other than the Holy Spirit Clan created by Xuanbao. The 18 people who looked back were now all at the peak of the Great Luo realm, and were the 18 Holy Spirits that Xuanbao had nurtured using those 18 Innate Saints.

Leading them were eighteen Great Golden Immortals of the Holy Spirit Clan, named "Michael," "Gabriel," "Raphael," and "Uriel." They were enveloped in holy light, their auras pure and powerful, carrying a sacred Daoist charm that was distinct from, yet shared with, the mainstream cultivation system of the primordial world. Behind them, three thousand Holy Spirit warriors stood solemnly in formation, each with a dignified expression, their eyes burning with absolute loyalty to the "Creator" and unwavering faith in the mission of "purification."

The appearance of the Holy Spirit Clan did not cause a significant energy fluctuation, but the pure, holy aura that seemed capable of cleansing all impurities drew the attention of the disciples of the Three Religions who had not yet gone far, as well as the cultivators of the Western Religion and White Tiger Sect nearby. Many of them were seeing this mysterious race, created by Xuanbao himself and closely connected to the cycle of reincarnation, for the first time.

"Greetings, Father God!" The eighteen Holy Spirit Clan leaders, led by Michael, bowed in unison to Xuanbao, their voices unified and filled with reverence from the depths of their souls.

Xuanbao was quite satisfied with the Holy Spirit Clan before him. Although there were only 3000 people at present, they were all elites among elites. None of them were below the Golden Immortal realm, and the vast majority were Taiyi Golden Immortals. Moreover, the Holy Spirit Clan now occupied a position in the Six Paths of Reincarnation, and in the future, there would be a continuous stream of souls that matched the Holy Spirit Clan entering the Holy Spirit Path, and the number of people would continue to increase.

Most importantly, the Holy Spirit race is indeed pleasing to the eye, and all the good qualities are embodied in them.

"No need for formalities." Xuanbao slightly raised his hand, his gaze sweeping over the loyal and powerful team before him, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes. The Holy Spirit Clan is not only exceptionally strong, but their innate pure and holy attributes also possess a natural ability to restrain and purify demonic energy, evil spirits, resentment, and other defiled forces, making them the perfect force to cleanse the demonic atmosphere of the West.

With another thought, a vast aura, ancient and savage, intertwined with profound destruction and rebirth, suddenly descended from the void. A deep, ancient dragon roar, seemingly from the primordial era, resounded across the land, and the space rippled like water. A black dragon, so enormous it was suffocating, slowly emerged from the void.

This black dragon was completely different from the primordial dragons. Its body was not as slender and elegant as that of the Eastern dragons, but rather much thicker, more agile, and brimming with explosive power. Its jet-black scales were not smooth, but covered with layers upon layers of keratinous material, resembling ancient tree bark, each scale edge gleaming with a cold, metallic sheen. Its head was ferocious, its eyes like two burning, eerie green flames, and a single, spiraling, sharp horn protruded from its forehead, curving backward and radiating a sharpness that pierced the void. On its winding neck and back grew not mane, but jagged bone spurs, like a black crystal forest. Its enormous wings slowly unfurled, their membranes as thin as cicada wings, yet displaying a chaotic darkness, upon which faint shadows of star birth and death, and the evolution of the world flowed. Each slight flap distorted the surrounding light, causing subtle ripples in space.

This was none other than Nidhogg, the Western dragon that Xuanbao had raised under the World Tree. It's strange, really, that this black dragon, a symbol of destruction, was as humble as a eunuch before Xuanbao, practically groveling. Mainly, Xuanbao had also taken a liking to the black dragon's appearance; it would be incredibly cool to have it as a mount. Although this black dragon had only just reached the Great Luo Golden Immortal level and its strength was a bit low, it was undeniably handsome! And being handsome is a lifelong pursuit.

Nidhogg lowered its massive head, its eerie green dragon eyes gazing at Xuanbao with a look that held not the subservience of enslavement, but rather an acknowledgment and closeness to its "creator." It let out a low growl, its voice deep and rumbling like thunder, and willingly lowered its body.

Xuanbao smiled slightly, took a step forward, and stood firmly atop Nidhogg's broad, mountain-like dragon head. His dark Daoist robe fluttered slightly in the chaotic aura exhaled by the black dragon. Behind him, three thousand Holy Spirit Warriors silently flapped their wings, their pure white feathers unfurling and shimmering with holy light. This contrasted sharply with the deep darkness of the black dragon beneath his feet, yet strangely harmonious and unified, creating a visually striking and aesthetically pleasing scene.

As I always say, "Cool!"

Below, among the disciples of the three sects who had not yet completely gone far, someone let out a soft exclamation, expressing the sentiments of countless others. Standing atop a black dragon symbolizing destruction and rebirth, commanding three thousand holy and pure Holy Spirit warriors, Xuan Bao's image at this moment transcended the realm of ordinary immortals and gods. He resembled a supreme ruler who controlled creation and governed light and darkness, surveying his territory awaiting salvation and reshaping.

"Let's go." Xuanbao didn't say anything more, just uttered two words.

Nidhogg let out a long, earth-shattering roar, its massive dragon wings flapping violently! There was no gale, no howling, only a violent ripple in space. In the next instant, its enormous body transformed into a twisted streak of light, traversing thousands of miles of sky in a flash, heading straight for the western lands, to a place marked "Abyss of Ten Thousand Demons," a place of extreme malevolence. There, the demonic energy was so dense it almost solidified, forming a dark, cloud-like mass of demonic energy that blotted out the sun. Countless demonic shadows loomed within, their eerie howls echoing throughout. It was one of the most notorious demonic lairs known in the west, second only to a few ancient battlefield ruins.

Three thousand Holy Spirit Warriors silently transformed into a flowing tide of holy light, closely following the black dragon. Their flight wasn't a whirlwind of speed, but rather seemed to merge with the rhythm of light and space, their speed astonishing yet possessing an elegance and tranquility. Wherever they passed, the lingering, faint demonic energy melted away like snow, silently purified by the holy light.

Xuanbao stood alone on the dragon's head, his divine sense spreading like a tidal wave, covering the vast and filthy land below. He could "see" the Ancestral Witch Dijiang smash a demonic mountain range with a single punch, and the raging flames of Zhurong burning a swamp of putrid poison into glass; he could see Daoist Duobao unleashing a dense torrent of magical treasures, blasting a group of nightmare demons hiding in underground caves into dust; he could see Guangchengzi wielding a spiritual treasure, falling to earth like a meteor, smashing a newly awakened ancient demon beast to pieces; he could see the sword light of True Man Yuding flashing like a bolt of lightning, traversing the fissures of the earth's veins, precisely severing the burgeoning demonic thoughts; he could see the Phoenix Clan's Southern Bright Fire burning through the sky, the Dragon Clan's churning of rivers and seas cleansing the filth, the auspicious aura of the Qilin dispelling the gloom, and the Xuanwu's Xuanming True Water freezing the evil; he could also see the golden light of the Buddhist seals, like a net covering the heavens and the earth, enveloping one demonic realm after another, and amidst the chanting, countless vengeful spirits were saved, and demons turned to ashes...

The entire western land was like a pot of water boiling over. Powers from all corners of the primordial world, of different attributes and methods, were conducting a thorough, surgical cleansing of this land, which had been tainted by demonic energy for countless eons, with unprecedented scale and efficiency. The roar of battle, the screams of demons, the hum of purifying power, and the shouts of victory... all intertwined to create a violent yet hopeful symphony of demon suppression.