The Primordial Era: Starting with Jingwei Filling the Sea

Fang Yang, accompanied by fourteen Taiyi Golden Immortals from the Jie Sect, transformed into streaks of azure light and traversed the border between the Hundred Thousand Mountains and the Central World.

In this desolate and treacherous land, rife with miasma and rampant plagues, many races struggle to survive. This is precisely the place where the art of plague-inducing cultivation can truly shine.

Boom!

Fang Yang and the Nine Luminaries True Lord stood on opposite sides, their magical powers intertwined, weaving a huge net of magic above the Ten Thousand Mountains.

When the law was enforced, the world changed. Looking up from the Ten Thousand Mountains, the sun, moon, and stars all turned green.

This green is not the green of poisonous miasma, but rather the innate Daoist essence condensed from the method of sowing plagues, vast and boundless, descending from the heavens.

"Lingbao borrows the power!"

Fang Yang let out a low shout, and the blue light in his palm surged, completely merging with the magical power of the fourteen Taiyi Golden Immortals.

The net of justice slowly pressed down, and wherever it passed, the miasma was refined and transformed into the purest life essence.

The miasma that had shrouded the Hundred Thousand Mountains for countless years finally encountered its natural enemy.

In the void, the art of plague cultivation gave rise to countless supernatural spirits, which, upon birth, began to greedily absorb the poisonous miasma.

Then, the spirit of supernatural power waved its small hand, scattering countless points of light onto the earth.

Those tribes, spirits, and barbarians who were ravaged by the plague felt a warm current flow through their bodies, their festering wounds healed, and their exhaustion dissipated. Even those on the verge of death opened their eyes and sat up in shock from their deathbeds.

"He's...he's alive!"

"The miasma has dissipated! The illness is gone!"

"It's a celestial being! It's a celestial being who's saving us!"

Countless beings prostrated themselves on the ground, bowing in worship to the blue net that covered the heavens and the earth.

The blue net of law is worshipped.

Looking down at the beings below, Qianyao Zhenjun was filled with countless emotions:

"In the past, we only knew how to cultivate and fight, but today we realize that giving all living beings a chance to survive requires practical action."

True Lord Li Yao sighed softly:

"If the three religions can all practice their own doctrines, where would the discord between the Chan and Jie schools come from?"

"I am a disciple of the Jie Sect. I have been ordered by the Three Pure Ones to join forces with the Chan Sect and the Ren Sect to spread the Dao throughout the world and seize a glimmer of hope for all living beings."

"I have already cured this place of the plague. From now on, you can live and work in peace and contentment, and live and develop with confidence."

Fang Yang's voice resounded through the mountains, reaching the ears of the creatures within.

As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Yang flicked his finger.

The net of justice suddenly burst open, transforming into countless points of blue light that fell upon every inch of land in the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

Withered trees come back to life, pebbles sprout from the rocks, and the miasma and poisonous gases on the earth are completely eliminated.

"Walk."

"The spread of the teachings of the three religions has only just begun."

Fang Yang took the lead, transforming into a streak of light, followed closely by the fourteen Taiyi Golden Immortals. Streaks of azure light pierced the sky as they sped toward the Central World and the human territory.

In the heart of the Hundred Thousand Mountains, countless creatures remained prostrate on the ground, gazing in the direction Fang Yang had departed for a long time.

Among them were monkey spirits with hairy faces and thunderous mouths, mountain spirits that had become magical rocks, barbarians with rugged appearances, and mortals struggling to survive.

However, in the eyes of the Jie Sect, all sentient beings are only different in appearance, and all sentient beings are sentient beings.

"In the future, our descendants, generation after generation, must never forget the life-saving grace of the Xuanmen (Taoist sect), nor must they disobey the teachings of the Three Pure Ones!"

As soon as he finished speaking, echoes resounded throughout the entire Hundred Thousand Mountains. The immense power of faith, like wisps of smoke, soared into the sky and quietly merged into the long river of Xuanmen's fortune.

"Senior brother, the belief in all races has already gained momentum."

Qianyao Zhenjun's eyes gleamed, and his voice trembled with excitement, "With this merit and fortune, our cultivation will surely advance further!"

Fang Yang nodded slightly, his gaze deep:

"Of course, this is not our achievement, but the compassion of our Master and the selflessness of the Three Pure Ones. We were merely acting according to orders to seize a glimmer of hope for all living beings."

True Monarch Li Yao sighed softly, his gaze towards Fang Yang filled with respect:

"What you say is very true, senior brother."

Inside the Eight Views Palace of Shouyang Mountain, the Three Pure Ones sat on a cloud bed, taking in the scene just now through the Mysterious Mirror.

The Supreme Sage gently stroked his beard, his voice calm and resonant:

"Using the epidemic to create life, using life to carry the Tao, and using the Tao to return to the truth—this is how to seize a glimmer of hope."

"The so-called 'wearing fur and horns' is nothing more than having demonic obstacles in one's heart. Now, with one's heart turned to the righteous path and harboring good thoughts, one is a true immortal of blessings and virtues. The Chan and Jie schools should not have such a distinction in the first place."

Yuanshi Tianzun pondered silently, but did not voice his thoughts.

Fang Yang and his group have arrived at the edge of the Central World.

From afar, Grand Master Xuandu, Daoist Cihang, Manjushri, and Samantabhadra were already waiting with their entourage. Upon seeing Fang Yang arrive, they all bowed to greet him, showing no further barriers between them.

In fact, the three religions are originally one family. As long as they can work together, they will not fight to the death.

They are all disciples of sages, possessing the brightest future, so why should they fight to the death?

After the group gathered, they focused their efforts on spreading the word within the human race.

The human race is extremely powerful, with its people spread throughout the prehistoric world. Fortunately, the plague-planting technique planted a different kind of "plague," otherwise, this missionary work would have been very difficult to complete.

While Fang Yang and others were enthusiastically spreading their teachings, Duobao Daoren and Guang Chengzi began their own operations.

They never expected that their master would abandon them and entrust such an important matter to someone else.

Daoist Duobao could not accept it, nor could Guangchengzi.

The two men came to Shouyang Mountain to volunteer for this missionary work.

They each had their own plans. Daoist Duobao wanted to regain control of the Jie Sect and win back the favor of Tongtian Jiaozhu; Guangchengzi, on the other hand, wanted to maintain the orthodox status of the Chan Sect and could not allow the Jie Sect to gain prominence.

But as soon as they arrived outside the Eight Views Palace, they were stopped by two invisible barriers.

Daoist Duobao's expression changed, and he quickly bowed in respect:

"Disciple Duobao begs to see Master! I humbly request Master's permission to join the Three Teachings in spreading the Dao. I am willing to dedicate myself to the Jie Sect and the Xuanmen Sect!"

Guang Chengzi followed closely behind, cupping his hands and saying in a deep voice:

"Disciple Guang Chengzi earnestly requests that Grand Master, Master, and Third Uncle grant his request, for the chief disciple of the Chan Sect should rightfully shoulder the heavy responsibility of spreading the teachings."

The two spoke earnestly and adopted extremely humble postures, but the Eight Views Palace remained completely silent, offering no response whatsoever.

The Three Pure Ones sat upright on the cloud bed, their gazes fixed on the two people outside the palace.

"These two are too obsessed. If we let them join us, the excellent situation will be lost."

"In that case, let us entrust the other missionary tasks to them. Hopefully, they will gain some insights from their ministry."

After a moment of silence, the Tongtian Sect Leader spoke first, his Daoist voice piercing through the gates of the Eight Trigrams Palace and directly into the ears of the two:

"Since you two are devoted to spreading the teachings, I will give you two a task."

Daoist Duobao suddenly looked up, his eyes blazing with joy, and repeatedly kowtowed, saying, "Thank you, Master! This disciple will certainly not fail in my mission!"

Guang Chengzi was also invigorated. He bowed and waited for the sage's instructions, feeling that the opportunity to turn the tide had finally arrived.