On this day, a beautiful female fairy came down from the mountain and flew to the vicinity of Zhulong.

As the person approached, Zhulong immediately laughed. As the former master of the River of Destiny, he knew that his previous premonition was correct and the time to escape had finally arrived.

The female immortal arrived in front of Zhulong and looked at the enormous, ancient dragon below the mountain, whose head and tail were nowhere to be seen, and she was secretly amazed.

She bowed respectfully and smiled, "Could you be Senior Zhulong?"

Zhulong chuckled: "It is indeed I, the old man. And who are you, young man?"

The female immortal smiled and said, "I am Yunxia, ​​a disciple of the goddess Nuwa."

"Ah! So you are Nuwa's disciple." Zhulong realized.

Although he had been suppressed for so many years, he still knew about Nuwa's ascension to sainthood.

"Now, your disciple has come to rescue you on Her Majesty's orders. Would you be willing to come out?" Fairy Yunxia asked with a smile.

Zhulong laughed heartily, then said in an annoyed tone, "You little brat, are you trying to tease this old man? Hurry up and go to the mountaintop to remove the talisman left by that Xuanxiang brat!"

Upon hearing this, Fairy Yunxia frowned, feeling that the person in front of her was acting a bit too condescendingly due to his age.

The Mysterious Elephant Saint is, after all, one of the leaders of the Primordial Chaos Sect; how could he be addressed as a mere brat?

You, Zhulong, are indeed an ancient god, but no matter how senior you are, you are ultimately not a Hunyuan.

In the eyes of the saints, they are nothing but ants; how dare they be so disrespectful...

However, she was neither a Hunyuan nor a Taoist disciple, so even if she disliked it, she wouldn't step forward to correct it...

Fairy Yunxia nodded, bid farewell to Zhulong, and flew up the mountain.

When they flew to the top of the mountain, they saw a large rock about ten feet square standing on the top.

A purple talisman was pasted on the stone.

Fairy Yunxia arrived beneath the talisman and was about to reach out to remove it when she suddenly seemed to remember something. She quickly withdrew her hand, knelt beneath the talisman, kowtowed three times, and then prostrated herself on the ground to silently pray.

Although she was sent by the goddess Nuwa to rescue Zhulong.

But she was just a junior and ultimately not the Empress herself.

If one offends that Taoist saint, it will be difficult to survive the calamities to come.

Therefore, before removing the talisman, she needed to silently pray and seek the understanding of the Taoist saints...

A moment later, she finished her prayer and stood up again.

"Master! Your disciple has offended you..."

Fairy Yunxia apologized before reaching out to peel off the talisman...

...

Lingshan Mountain is shrouded in mist and bathed in the light of Buddha.

However, the once peaceful sacred mountain is now filled with an atmosphere of tension and fear.

The battle between Buddha and demon is reaching its climax!

This thrilling battle plunged the entire Ling Mountain and its surrounding hundreds of millions of miles into unprecedented chaos.

The once peaceful and harmonious world has now been completely overturned.

The heavens and earth seemed to collapse in an instant, turning into a desolate wasteland.

Mountains and rivers were shattered, streams dried up, vegetation withered, and life was ravaged.

They engaged in a fierce battle, each unleashing their full power, creating a dazzling spectacle filled with light, lightning, and thunder.

The divine power of Buddhism clashed with the magic of demonic arts, generating shockwaves that shook everything around them.

Every clash between the two sides was as earth-shattering as a falling star, breathtaking and awe-inspiring...

As the commanders-in-chief of both sides, the Buddha and the Primordial Demon Lord fought fiercely in the center of the battlefield.

The Buddha manifested his golden body, standing sixteen feet tall, above Mount Ling, with a thousand-petaled golden lotus hanging beneath him, emitting countless auspicious rays of light and auspicious energy.

With a flick of his finger, all sorts of supernatural powers and Buddhist teachings shot out, causing the heavens and earth to shatter and the universe to be annihilated.

The Primordial Demon Lord stood on a twelfth-grade black lotus, his body wreathed in demonic flames and his murderous aura rising.

From within the rolling demonic clouds, countless cries of ghosts and gods resounded.

Holding a god-slaying spear, he circled around Buddha, launching a series of fierce and brutal attacks.

This is a clash between the Buddha and the Demon Lord.

They were both beings of boundless magical power and limitless supernatural abilities, and their battle seemed unlikely to end in a short time...

Amitabha Buddha was now facing off against the Supreme Demon Ancestor.

It is said that Amitabha Buddha and the Supreme Demon Ancestor were originally one and of the same origin, but at this moment they are fighting each other like sworn enemies.

They all originated from the incarnations created by Hu Le, only one became a Buddha and the other a demon.

However, as the saying goes, those who walk different paths cannot make plans together. Now, the Buddha and the demon are like fire and water, and when they fight, they show no mercy!

Amitabha Buddha was seen forming mudras with his hands, auspicious clouds above his head revealing Bodhi relics, chanting mantras, and his body radiating golden light and auspicious energy.

The Supreme Demon Ancestor also manifested auspicious clouds, with demonic clouds churning above, his body shrouded in black mist, exuding a murderous aura.

In an instant, the Buddha's light and demonic energy intertwined and collided, creating a truly magnificent sight!

This earth-shattering battle caused the heavens and earth to change color, and the winds and clouds to converge, as if it would tear the entire world apart!

At this moment, Dipankara Buddha and Styx Ancestor once again meet on a narrow path!

One side consists of a Taoist who, after achieving enlightenment, converted to Buddhism and successfully evolved into a great master of the Twenty-Four Devas of Buddhism.

On the other side is the progenitor of the Demonic Sect, an ancient saint born from the sea of ​​blood, possessing supreme power.

This standoff seemed to have divided the world in two, one side shining brightly like a Buddhist paradise, the other dark and deep like an endless demon realm...

At this moment, apart from the Buddha Tathagata and Amitabha Buddha, many other Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, Arhats, and the disciples of Mount Ling, including the Eight Heavenly Dragons, all encountered powerful enemies from the demonic path.

These demonic cultivators were powerful and ruthless, plunging the people of Mount Ling into a fierce and arduous battle.

Since ancient times, Buddha and demon have been irreconcilable enemies.

And now this fierce battle has pushed this conflict to its peak!

Both sides used every trick in the book to try and kill the other.

In an instant, the entire western land was engulfed in war, with scenes of devastation and widespread suffering everywhere.

A catastrophe is unfolding across this vast and boundless western land.

Since the calamity of the ancient ferocious beasts, the western lands have unfortunately once again encountered a catastrophe that could shake the world.

At this time, Buddhism faced unprecedented challenges and crises.

Western lands.

The demons, who had been suppressed and whose power was limited for a long time, finally had the chance to liberate themselves and hold their heads high.

Like wild horses, they rampaged across the vast western continent, leaving a trail of bloodshed wherever they went.

These demons were cruel and ruthless, unleashing all sorts of demonic arts and magic without restraint, plunging the once peaceful and serene Buddhist kingdom into chaos in an instant.

One by one, solemn and sacred temples and pagodas collapsed under the impact of demonic power, instantly turning into a gloomy and terrifying demonic realm.

Meanwhile, the Buddhist novices and monks who had once practiced diligently were groaning in pain and struggling under the powerful magical attack.

The place that was once bathed in the light of Buddha is now dim and lifeless, filled with an atmosphere of death and despair...