Primordial Era: All-Conceptual-Level Weapon Forging, Whoever Uses It Will Die.

The three-month period has arrived.

On this day, on the west side of Kunlun Mountain.

Suddenly, the sound of chanting Buddhist hymns filled the air, and the fragrance of sandalwood wafted through the air.

Two magnificent beams of golden light, emanating from the saints, enveloped countless golden lotuses.

It came from the vast Western Paradise.

The guide, with a pained expression, sat upright on a twelve-tiered golden lotus of merit.

The Taoist Zhunti smiled and held the Seven Treasures Tree in his hand.

Behind the two saints followed three disciples of extraordinary bearing.

Medicine Buddha, Maitreya, and Ksitigarbha.

"Greetings to Senior Brother Taiqing, Senior Brother Yuqing, and Senior Brother Shangqing."

Jieyin and Zhunti descended from the clouds.

He bowed and paid his respects to the Three Pure Ones who were already waiting.

"My two junior brothers have come from afar, you must be tired."

Lao Tzu nodded slightly, his expression serene.

Although Yuanshi Tianzun looked down on the barren lands of the West.

But since it was a discussion of the Dao by a sage, a superficial politeness was maintained.

The Tongtian Sect Leader then swept his gaze over the three disciples of the Western Sect.

A meaningful glint flashed in his eyes.

"Is this the esteemed disciple of Western religion?"

"It looks pretty sturdy, but I don't know if it can withstand a beating."

Tongtian thought to himself.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, the sages joined forces to unleash their great supernatural powers.

Rumble!

On the main peak square of Kunlun Mountain.

A colossal arena, formed from the power of laws, rose from the ground.

Auspicious clouds swirled all around, and countless streams of lucky energy emanated from the sky.

Lao Tzu rode on the back of a green ox.

His gaze swept over the disciples of the three religions who were gathering below.

He spoke slowly, his voice carrying throughout Kunlun.

"The arrival of my two fellow disciples from the West today to discuss the Dao is a grand event for the Xuanmen (Taoist school)."

"Disciples of the three religions may all come up on stage to exchange skills, but only until the point is reached."

"The victor will receive the mid-grade innate spiritual treasure, the Taiji Talisman Seal, bestowed upon me by this humble Taoist."

The Primordial Celestial Venerable followed closely behind, speaking with majesty.

"The winner will receive the Demon-Subduing Jade Ruyi, a top-grade acquired spiritual treasure that I personally crafted."

The Master of Heaven chuckled and waved his hand.

"I don't have anything particularly good to offer, so I'll just release a scroll of the True Explanation of the Shangqing Formation!"

Seeing this, Daoist Zhunti smiled and took out three relics that emitted a dazzling golden light.

"The West is barren, unlike the prosperous East."

"Then he produced three relics of the Great Luo Golden Immortal to help his fellow disciples solidify their Dao fruits."

Whoosh—!

As soon as the prize was announced, the disciples of the three religions below erupted in excitement.

Innate spiritual treasures, acquired treasures refined by sages, true explanations of formations, Great Luo relics...

This reward is so generous it makes my mouth water!

Just then, a streak of light rushed over.

It was Zhao Gongming, who had just finished refining the Ancestral Dragon Pearl and emerged from seclusion.

As soon as he landed, he sensed that something was off about the atmosphere around him.

The fellow disciples who were originally having a heated discussion.

Upon seeing him arrive, their voices immediately fell silent.

Countless gazes fell upon him.

His eyes were filled with awe, and even a hint of looking at a pervert.

Even the Primordial Celestial Venerable and the Tongtian Sect Master on the high platform.

They all glanced at him, intentionally or unintentionally.

Zhao Gongming's lips twitched, and he sighed helplessly in his heart.

"I used to be the senior disciple of the outer sect of the Jie Sect, and everyone respected me."

"Now I am the number one weapon refiner in the primordial world. Everyone, look at me, I'm a monster."

"A good reputation can be a good thing or a bad thing."

"The past is the past, and now... well, let's not talk about it."

At this moment, on the arena.

The Taoist master Ksitigarbha of the Western religion was the first to appear.

He was wearing a kasaya, his hands clasped together, and his face filled with compassion.

His body was bathed in Buddhist light, indicating that he had already reached the mid-stage of the Golden Immortal realm.

"This humble Taoist priest is Ksitigarbha. May I ask which senior brother from the East would be willing to offer his guidance?"

Ksitigarbha's voice was gentle, yet it exuded an unwavering confidence.

The disciples from the three religions below the stage looked at each other in bewilderment.

Normally, in these kinds of discussions, it's usually the senior disciples like Duobao and Guangchengzi who just go through the motions.

However, this time, before the senior brothers could even speak...

"It has to be me! It has to be me!"

A clear, excited shout rang out.

Bixiao suddenly jumped up from the futon.

He gripped the ancient longsword tightly in his hand.

The Tongtian Sect Leader was stunned, somewhat bewildered.

"Bixiao, she just broke through to the early stage of Golden Immortal, why is she so proactive?"

Just as Tongtian was hesitating about whether or not to let Bixiao take the stage.

A firm voice suddenly rang out from within the Chan Sect camp.

"Master Tongtian, let her go!"

Everyone turned to look, and it turned out that the one who spoke was none other than Cihang Daoren!

Cihang's face was flushed.

His eyes gleamed with an eerie light as he spoke with unwavering conviction.

"Although Junior Sister Bixiao's cultivation is slightly weaker."

"But their methods... cough, their methods are extraordinary!"

"She's sure to win this match; we have to let her play!"

Yuanshi Tianzun looked at Cihang with a somewhat bewildered expression.

"What's wrong with this child?"

"In the past, disciples of the Chan and Jie sects would fight each other whenever they met."

"Why is Cihang taking Bixiao's side so much today?"

"Could it be that that magic wand changed their nature, making them more united and friendly?"

"Yes, this is a good thing. Harmony among the three religions is very gratifying."

Thinking of this, Yuanshi Tianzun nodded slightly.

The Tongtian Sect Leader saw that his second brother had no objections.

Naturally, he was happy to let his apprentice get some exposure, so he nodded in agreement.

"Alright, Bixiao, you'll handle this match!"

Bixiao cheered and transformed into a streak of green light, landing on the arena.

She wields the Holy Sword, a weapon that can be caught barehanded.

He looked Jizo up and down, a wicked smile creeping onto his lips.

"Hey, you, the one called Jizo."

Bixiao kindly reminded her.

"Before we start, I have a question for you."

Ksitigarbha was taken aback, and then said politely.

"Senior sister, please ask."

Bixiao blinked.

"Is your Dao heart... stable?"

"If one's Dao heart is too weak."

"I suggest you just admit defeat."

"So that I won't cry later."

Upon hearing this, Ksitigarbha frowned slightly, feeling somewhat displeased.

When it comes to debating and fighting, what matters is supernatural power and magic strength. What does that have to do with one's Dao heart?

"Senior sister is joking."

Ksitigarbha clasped his hands together, his tone firm.

"I cultivate the wondrous Dharma of the West, and my heart is as firm as a rock, unmoved by the eight winds."

"Senior sister, please feel free to help."

Bixiao chuckled.

"Okay, you said it!"

"Then don't blame me for being impolite!"

"please!"

Ksitigarbha said no more, and his whole body shone with golden light.

A huge golden Dharma image faintly appeared behind him.

The chanting of Buddhist hymns was powerful and awe-inspiring.

He went all out from the start, intending to finish the battle quickly.

Let the Eastern cultivators see the power of Western magic.

On the high platform, the Taoist Zhunti stroked his beard and smiled.

He spoke to the guide beside him.

"Senior brother, Ksitigarbha's sixteen-foot golden body has already received some of the true teachings."

"That Bixiao is only a newly ascended Golden Immortal; I'm afraid she can't withstand this attack."

"This game is in the bag."

Jieyin nodded slightly, a smile on his face.

However, just as the sky was about to be filled with the light of Buddha, it was about to engulf the heavens.

Bixiao neither dodged nor avoided, and didn't even activate her protective divine light.

She simply took a deep breath and raised the longsword in her hand.

Facing the menacing Jizo statue.

He cried out that classic line with tears streaming down his face and his heart breaking.

"The traitor!!!"

"My heart aches for my father!!!"

That shout instantly drowned out the chanting of Buddhist hymns.

The next moment, the once majestic Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva suddenly froze.

The boundless Buddhist light vanished instantly, and the sixteen-foot-tall golden body shattered.

Swish!

Under the astonished gazes of the two Western saints.

Ksitigarbha completely ignored spatial distance.

He instantly appeared in front of Bixiao.

Pfft!

He knelt on both knees, his movements so precise they were heartbreaking.

Snapped!

With his hands clasped together, he precisely caught the longsword in Bixiao's hand.

Ksitigarbha remained kneeling, his hands gripping the sword.

He stared blankly at Bixiao, his mind filled with questions.

who am I?

Why should I kneel?

Where is my golden statue?

The scene became incredibly awkward.

The wind stopped, and the clouds dispersed.

Zhunti Daoist's hand, which was stroking his beard, froze in mid-air.

The pain on the guide's face deepened, and he even looked somewhat dazed.

"What... what kind of supernatural power is this?"

Zhunti muttered to himself.

"Is this my Western kneeling greeting?"

"Wait a minute, we never taught that!"

Just as the entire audience fell silent.

Suddenly, a burst of excited shouts erupted from within the Chan Sect's camp.

Suddenly, Cihang Daoren stood up from his seat.

He waved his fists, his face flushed, and he trembled with excitement.

"Yes, yes, that's it!"

"He knelt down! He knelt down!"

"That's it! That's the feeling, that's the taste!"

Cihang looked at Ksitigarbha kneeling on the ground.

Tears welled up in her eyes, a testament to her deep empathy.

That's the twisted, ecstatic joy of someone who's been caught in the rain finally seeing that no one else has an umbrella either.

"Junior Brother Ksitigarbha, your senior brother understands you!"

"Your senior brother really understands you, hahaha!"