I subdue demons and monsters, and cultivate immortality in hell to become a saint.

Their expressions changed drastically; they all knew that things would not end well today.

The Old Venerable was particularly outspoken. He stepped forward, his longsword pointing directly at the First Venerable, his tone dripping with sarcasm and disdain: "No need for a siege. I will avenge my disciple with just my sword! First Venerable, you dare call yourself the protagonist of heaven and earth? Today I will show you what true power and authority really mean!"

"Good! Very good! Let's have a good fight and see who has the last laugh!"

The First Venerable's eyes were icy cold, and his killing intent was almost tangible.

The two simultaneously unleashed their full power, causing the wind and clouds in the world to change color.

The First Venerable was transformed from the Daoist embryo, born from a stone embryo. He was born with extraordinary talent and noble status. Since his birth, he has had smooth sailing and was invincible. He has long since developed an arrogant nature that looks down on everyone.

At this moment, he was locked in a fierce confrontation with the old master. The Daoist aura around him transformed into countless golden characters, flowing around him like water, faintly condensing into a large bell, protecting him completely and indestructibly.

The old venerable one was a sacred body of the human race. Born into humble circumstances, he rose through hardships and had a firm Dao heart. At this moment, his eyes were filled with murderous intent, like two thunderbolts. His gaze was captivating, and his murderous intent swept out like a tsunami, even chilling the air.

Before the two even made a move, the murderous aura emanating from their mere confrontation was terrifying to the extreme, as if the depths of hell had been brought directly to the mortal realm.

The creatures of the Western Continent were terrified and fled in all directions, fearing that they would be affected by this terrifying pressure and suffer the same fate.

Just as the two were about to clash, their auras rising, a chilling voice suddenly pierced the air: "Have you asked for my permission before making a move?"

Everyone turned to look, their expressions suddenly changing.

A man dressed in black walked slowly towards them, his face as pale as paper, a faint blood-red mark appearing between his brows. He exuded a chilling aura, and wherever he passed, the sunlight seemed to be swallowed up, and the world instantly darkened.

"True Lord Cangdao, do we need to report to you before we take action?"

The First Emperor glanced at him indifferently, his eyes full of disdain.

He's just a local tyrant from the Western continent, yet he dares to put on airs in front of him.

The newcomer was none other than the True Lord of Cangdao, the ruler of the Western Continent, and the leader of the Myriad Paths Sect.

"Not bad! You think you can control everything, but you dare to interfere with me?"

The old venerable one was equally blunt, his tone no less sarcastic than that of the first venerable one.

Although the four religions have a struggle for destiny, they all belong to the Eastern sect. Although they are not on good terms with each other, they have a common enemy—the Western Myriad Paths Sect.

The conflict between the four religions was a struggle over interests, but the rejection of the Myriad Paths Sect was a deep-seated xenophobia of the Eastern sects, a positional struggle that was irreconcilable.

The True Lord of Cangdao sneered, his disheveled hair flying wildly, his eyes filled with boundless hatred as he swept his gaze across the entire area: "Whether you live or die is none of my concern! But if you want to fight, go somewhere else. Why are you causing trouble for my Western Continent?"

"Don't think I don't know what you're thinking!"

His gaze was sharp, and he had already seen through the conspiracy of the four sects. "Of all the worlds, you chose to make your move in the Western Sea. Your fighting has even invaded my Western Continent. The aftershocks of the battles along the way have destroyed countless spiritual veins and killed millions of lives in the West. You are openly fighting amongst yourselves while secretly weakening my Myriad Paths Sect!"

The reason why the True Lord of Cangdao did not make a move earlier was because it was only the juniors who made the initial move, and he did not need to lower himself to that level.

But now that the two great masters, the Old Venerable and the First Venerable, are going to fight to the death, how can he sit idly by?

If these two were to go to war, the destructive power would be earth-shattering, and the entire western continent might be reduced to ruins.

The Primordial One sneered arrogantly, his tone extremely arrogant: "The world is vast, I can fight wherever I want, but I choose to make my move on your Western Continent, what can you do about it?"

Although not explicitly stated, it implicitly acknowledged the intention to deliberately weaken the Myriad Paths Sect.

"good!"

The old master immediately echoed, his eyes arrogant, "We are the leaders of a sect, why should we care about the location when we fight? If you are not convinced, come and fight me, and I will kill you, you Western bastard!"

The two were originally sworn enemies, but now, due to a common enemy, they showed amazing tacit understanding and united against the common foe.

Yuan Zun also spoke slowly, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable force: "True Lord Cangdao, if you are not convinced, feel free to make a move, I will accept it."

At this moment, the three religions (Confucianism, Taoism, and Buddhism) fully demonstrated their unity and close ties.

Hua Mu remained silent. Her sect had the weakest luck, so there was no need for her to be at the forefront. She only needed to observe the situation and wait for the right opportunity to act.

"Very well! You are indeed wolves in sheep's clothing, your desire to destroy the West remains undiminished!"

The True Lord of Cangdao was so angry that he laughed, his eyes filled with murderous intent. With a backhand clench, a blood-red halberd appeared out of thin air.

The halberd was shrouded in a chilling demonic aura, and the tip of the spear gleamed with a bone-chilling cold light. It was his natal magic weapon—the Trident of Godslayer!

This halberd was formed when spiritual energy descended upon the Western Senluo Mountain during a period of rejuvenation, and it took three hundred years to develop. It possesses boundless power and can slay gods and destroy immortals.

It is recognized as the foremost ritual implement among the five religions.

"Come on! Today I'll show you just how capable your Eastern Sect leader really is!"

Before he finished speaking, Yuan Zun's figure flashed, rushing forward like a streak of light, and he engaged in a fierce battle with Cang Dao Zhen Zhu.

On the other side, the Old Venerable and the First Venerable finally broke off all pretense of civility and unleashed deadly attacks, each move fatal and leaving no room for retreat.

Ruyi Xian's eyes lit up, and she whispered to Hua Mu, "Master, let them fight it out. Let them weaken each other, and we can reap the benefits!"

Mother Hua shook her head slightly, her tone grave: "It's not so easy to be a fisherman. Four powerful beings are fighting to the death. If I stand idly by, I will surely incur the wrath of the masses and be targeted by them."

Before she finished speaking, she moved and joined the battle, working together with Yuan Zun to besiege Cang Dao Zhen Zhu.

The True Lord of the Azure Path was so fierce and powerful that all 48,000 of his pores opened, transforming into 48,000 furnaces for all living beings, continuously drawing in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

He swept out the God-Slaying Halberd in his hand, the shadow of the halberd like a tide, and he fought Yuan Zun and Hua Mu to a standstill.

In terms of cultivation, he was inferior to Yuan Zun, but with the power of the God-Slaying Halberd, and since neither of them was going all out, it was difficult to determine a winner for a time.

Meanwhile, the Old Venerable and the First Venerable had already been locked in a fierce battle, unleashing all their deadly moves, determined to fight to the death.

"Myriad Transformations of Stars Technique!"

With a low shout, the First Venerable unleashed his innate divine power, which was worlds apart from that of his disciple, the True Man Puhua, despite being the same spell!

Countless stars appeared out of thin air, solid and real. It was as if he had moved the entire starry sea to his front. The starlight gathered into armor, protecting him completely. Amidst the flashing sword shadows, he remained unharmed, graceful and elegant.

"Sword Formation!"

The old master was equally decisive. The "Azure Rainbow Sword" on his back hummed as it was unsheathed. With a flick of his finger, 108,000 flying swords rushed in from all directions, instantly forming a giant sword array filled with murderous intent!

The sword formation changed according to his will, sometimes like a blooming lotus, sometimes like the fangs of a ferocious beast, pressing down on the First Venerable with a world-destroying force.

The five sect leaders fought to the death, and wherever they went, mountains collapsed, rivers dried up, ley lines crumbled, and volcanoes erupted.

Endless karma churned between heaven and earth, and the ocean roared incessantly, as if accusing this catastrophe.

The creatures of the western continent were crying out in agony, displaced and suffering, a truly tragic sight.

The five were completely unaware that the battle had reached its climax, and they fought their way to the very center of the Western Continent, leaving nothing but desolation in their wake.

"That's enough!"

The True Lord of Cangdao's eyes were bloodshot, and he roared angrily.

He then realized with shock that the five of them had already decimated one-tenth of the Western Continent!

It will take the West at least several hundred years to recover from such a catastrophe.

The Western continent was inherently weak in terms of fortune, far less fortunate than the Eastern continent. He exhausted all his efforts to gather the fortune of the entire West, barely surpassing any of the four religions.

This chaotic war may seem exhilarating, but it is actually destroying the foundation of the West and ultimately damaging the fortune of the Myriad Paths Sect!

He suddenly realized his mistake and wanted to stop, but the other four were already in a bloodthirsty frenzy and wouldn't listen to reason.

They either genuinely wanted to determine who was superior, or they were deliberately delaying, hoping to completely destroy the Myriad Paths Sect and eliminate any future troubles.

"Utterly shameless!"

The True Lord of Cangdao was so angry that he gritted his teeth, almost breaking them.

He watched as his territory was wantonly trampled upon, but he had no choice but to grit his teeth and continue fighting to the death. The hatred in his heart was already overwhelming.

In the heart of the western continent stands a colossal mountain that supports the sky and the earth, named Tianchi Mountain!

This mountain is over 109,000 feet high, piercing the clouds, and is recognized as a sacred mountain in the Western continent.

It is a treasure land with the densest spiritual roots and the most abundant spiritual energy in the entire world, where the energy flows through heaven and earth, nourishing billions of living beings in the West.

Several figures, carrying overwhelming killing intent, fought their way through the bloody battles and unknowingly arrived at the foot of Tianchi Mountain.

Unbeknownst to anyone, this "unconscious" act was actually a deliberate attempt by the two to guide each other.

"What are you going to do?"

The True Lord of Cangdao's expression changed drastically, alarm bells rang in his heart, and he instantly exerted all his cultivation, his body radiating spiritual light. He shouted sharply and rushed forward to stop the group.

Yuan Zun and Hua Mu exchanged a glance, a hint of calculation flashing in their eyes. With a swift movement, they blocked Cang Dao Zhen Zhu's path from the left and right like two bolts of lightning.

With a surge of power, it actually managed to hold the leader of the Myriad Paths Sect back.

"Mount Tianchi is the root of the Western spiritual veins! Destroying it will sever the spiritual energy of the West, leaving it barren and desolate. Without its foundation, the Myriad Paths Sect will be nothing to fear!"

"We'll just keep Cangdao Zhenzhu occupied and let those two old bastards go berserk. Even if Tianchi Mountain is destroyed, we won't be the ones to take the blame!"

Both harbored their own ulterior motives, making no attempt to conceal their scheming, and they held onto Cangdao Zhenzhu tightly, preventing him from taking another step forward.

The First Venerable and the Old Venerable were already blinded by rage, having long since cast aside any previous scheming or distracting thoughts; now, they had only each other in their eyes.

So caught up in the excitement of the battle, they didn't even realize they had stepped into the area of ​​Tianchi Mountain.