"It's unbelievable that you, Fellow Daoist, actually escaped from the Undying Volcano. Congratulations!" Bodhi bowed to Yuan Feng and said.

Then he looked at Zhulong and Qinglong, his face twitching. He had never had any dealings with these two ruthless people back then. Although he had questions in his heart, he did not dare to speak directly. He could only look at Donghuang Taiyi and Dijun beside him.

The two men looked at Bodhi and nodded to him.

"Greetings, Your Majesties," Bodhi said.

"You wouldn't come here without a reason, so please state your purpose!" Zhulong said in a deep voice.

“To be honest, you are all great beings. I am very curious as to why you have chosen to help the Great Shang? The downfall of the Great Shang is ordained by Heaven. Doing so may be…” Bodhi said.

"Predestination? Bodhi, you are also an enlightened master, yet you believe in such nonsense. What is destiny? It's just that the victor is king and the loser is a thief. Everything is decided by strength. We know your background. Considering that you are different from that one in the West, we will not make things difficult for you. You may leave." Demon Master Kunpeng slowly stood up, looking at Bodhi with sharp eyes, as if he was not going to entertain him.

"Uh..." Bodhi was immediately embarrassed, but his doubts deepened. These people all seemed very calm. Could they really have some backup plan? Even Tongtian couldn't compete with the four saints behind the Chan Sect. You have to know that there is also the Dao Ancestor above them.

"Alas, I simply cannot bear to see innocent beings die," Bodhi sighed.

"Bodhi has no tree, the bright mirror is not a stand; originally there is nothing, so where can dust alight?"

Just then, a voice suddenly appeared.

Immediately afterwards, a great burst of Buddha's light appeared in the sky.

Everyone stood up and looked up at the sky.

A golden light appeared in the sky, and a huge Dharma body appeared in the air, with a man and a woman on either side of the Dharma body.

"Amitabha."

The person who arrived was none other than Wu Tian.

At this moment, Wutian sat upright on the lotus platform, his appearance solemn and dignified. Countless lotus phantoms appeared around him, and a peaceful aura spread around him. Everyone felt as if their hearts were being soothed by some mysterious power.

"Incredible, he actually forged his own path." Yuan Feng sighed as he looked at Wu Tian in the sky.

"Is this person Wutian? The Buddhist sect, it's unbelievable that such a figure exists in the primordial world. His future is limitless," Zhulong exclaimed.

"Cihang, Jianglong!" Suddenly, someone from the Chan Sect exclaimed.

The expression on Ran Deng's face was extremely awkward.

To the left and right of Wutian are Jianglong and Guanyin.

"Who are you?" Patriarch Bodhi murmured. The other party immediately pronounced his name upon arrival, and the words contained a Zen-like meaning, causing a tremor in his heart the instant he heard them.

Wutian in the air smiled slightly, but did not answer. Instead, he looked towards the Chan Sect.

"Amitabha Buddha," Wutian chanted the Buddha's name again.

"Are you that mysterious person?" Ran Deng suddenly questioned.

"Whoosh..."

Immediately afterwards, the members of the Chan Sect flew into the sky and confronted Wutian.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..." Yuan Feng, the demon race, the dragon race, and others also flew into the sky and appeared behind Wu Tian.

"Cihang, Jianglong, how dare you betray the Chan Sect!" Guangchengzi roared.

Guanyin looked ashamed, but still stared directly at Guang Chengzi.

“Senior brother, I have found my own path, please forgive me,” Guanyin said.

"Haha, I've always been one of us, so how can you say I've betrayed you?" Jianglong laughed loudly.

"What? You..." Ran Deng's expression changed drastically.

"So, you really did kill Huanglong?" Ran Deng asked.

“That’s right, that piece of trash deserves to die.” Jianglong nodded.

"Jianglong, where is Junior Brother Puxian? Could it be that you also..." Guangchengzi continued to press.

"You can't talk nonsense like that. You all know my relationship with Senior Brother Puxian. How could I possibly harm him? As for where he is and why he doesn't return to Kunlun, don't you have any idea?" Jianglong sneered.

"Damn it, how dare you..."

Ran Deng roared angrily, then struck out with a palm towards Jiang Long, instantly unleashing the power of a half-step Hunyuan.

Wutian stretched out his palm and slapped it towards the oncoming lamp. A huge Buddha's palm appeared in the air, with a swastika in the center.

"boom..."

The two men's palms collided in mid-air, producing a loud bang. Wutian remained seated on the lotus platform, unmoved, while Randeng was slightly pushed back by the powerful force.

"So powerful! This person is only at the peak of Quasi-Saint, not yet at the Primordial Chaos level, yet he can shake a half-step Primordial Chaos level. It's unbelievable!" Zhulong exclaimed in surprise.

"A Quasi-Saint? This person actually managed to gain the upper hand despite having the body of a Quasi-Saint," Bodhi murmured.

"Amitabha." Wutian then clasped his hands together. The Buddha light emanating from his body became even more dazzling, inspiring an urge to worship.

Just then, Yuan Feng and the others began to exude a murderous aura, showing an urge to attack at any moment.

On the city wall, two figures, one in white and one in red, silently watched the scene unfolding in the sky.

"They really misunderstood," Dongfang Bubai said with a smile.

"Yes, next up should be the Sage's appearance." Little Dragon Girl nodded.

"Senior brother, what should we do? Should I contact the teacher?" Xuandu flew to Randeng's side and whispered.

Randeng glanced at Wutian, then touched the jade pendant in his sleeve. He was somewhat unsure. He knew that during the Investiture of the Gods calamity, even saints were not allowed to intervene. Although Yuanshi had given him the opportunity to summon himself, he dared not use it lightly.

Just then, a powerful pressure suddenly appeared in the sky, followed by a large patch of auspicious clouds in the west, and everyone's gaze immediately turned to the west.

"Holy Might!" said Ran Deng with delight.

"Those two have arrived," Xuan Du said with a smile.

Among the Chan Sect members, among the strangely dressed Western cultivators, one of them quietly put away something in his hand. It was the very thing he had just used a magical artifact to notify the two Western Saints.

“Fellow Daoist Wutian, you are one of the Two Saints of the West,” Yuan Feng said.

"Amitabha." Wutian nodded.

Soon, the entire sky above everyone's heads turned golden, and the continuous auspicious clouds gradually transformed into lotus flowers. Everyone was stunned by this scene, feeling that it was somewhat similar to Wutian's appearance.

Immediately afterwards, two figures appeared in the air, standing on lotus flowers and with holy light above their heads; they were Jieyin and Zhunti.

"Greetings, Sage!" The members of the Chan Sect quickly bowed and said.

Yuan Feng and the others exchanged glances and, noticing that no one was going to bow, they chuckled in unison.

"So you are the one behind it all?" Jieyin asked. A powerful holy aura descended from the sky, locking onto Wutian.

"Amitabha, Wutian greets the two saints," Wutian said, pressing his palms together.

“Lawless, what a lawless state of affairs,” Zhunti said in a deep voice.

Then, the Sage Zhunti looked at Yuan Feng, Zhulong, and others not far away.

"Indeed impressive methods. I didn't expect you all to have revived the primordial world," Zhunti said. However, he didn't take these people seriously.

"Hmph..." Zhulong snorted coldly. Back when they dominated the prehistoric world, what were Zhunti and Jieyin?

"What, are you here to suppress us?" Yuan Feng sneered.

"Stop your arrogance! You should have been eliminated by the primordial world long ago. What face do you have to stand here and be suppressed? Your fate is to be reincarnated again," Jieyin rebuked, showing no respect to the crowd.

Seeing the domineering demeanor of the two sages, the members of the Chan Sect felt incredibly exhilarated, and their previously suppressed emotions vanished.

"One, two, one, two, one, two..."

Just as things were about to escalate, a counting sound came from the scene.

Two figures were seen running towards them, one in front of the other. Saitama was running in front of him, and Himeka was running behind him.

"Wow, it's so lively." Saitama stopped, looked up at the sky, and shaded his eyes with his hand.

"Teacher, Brother Jianglong and the others have arrived!" Ji Fa said excitedly.

"Hey, Wutian, Jianglong." Saitama smiled and waved to the sky.

"Ugh, why are you guys always flying in the sky? It's so annoying. Ji Fa, send me up there," Saitama said, scratching his head.

"Okay, teacher."

Immediately afterwards, Ji Fa began to change his body. With a series of mechanical sounds, he changed his form, then grabbed Saitama's cloak, and flames shot out from under his feet as he flew into the air and arrived next to Wutian.

"Alright, alright," Saitama quickly said.

As soon as Ji Fa let go, Saitama landed directly on the lotus platform.

"This thing is great, much more convenient than those clouds. Do you have any extras? You could give me one," Saitama said with a smile.

"Amitabha, of course," Wutian said with a slight smile.

Everyone stared at Saitama in disbelief. It was him again. The members of the Chan Sect still remembered the scene of Saitama beating up the Taoist Ran Deng.

At this moment, Ran Deng's face was filled with uncontrollable killing intent. If it weren't for the two saints present, he would have rushed over long ago.

"Hey, you there, long time no see." Saitama saw Randeng at that moment and waved to him.

"puff..."

Saitama's casual remark about "that guy" immediately made everyone burst into laughter, as if the lantern didn't even deserve a name.

"Big sister, this guy is really funny," Bixiao couldn't help but say.

"Don't talk nonsense, Saitama-senpai is talking about winning hearts and minds," Yunxiao quickly said.

"Who is this?" Zhulong asked.

"Whose subordinate is it that punched a half-step Hunyuan expert so hard that he flew away?" Yuan Feng transmitted his voice.

"Hiss..." Zhulong looked at Saitama with disbelief.

"He's just a mortal," Zhulong exclaimed in surprise.

“That’s why I’m so surprised,” Yuan Feng nodded.

The two Western Saints looked Saitama over and found that he indeed had no magical power and was just an ordinary mortal. They were shocked.

“Wutian, you are indeed remarkable, as are the others behind you. Your strength far surpasses that of this group. Unfortunately, the will of Heaven is unavoidable. This great calamity was already destined, and you will all be listed on the Investiture of the Gods,” Zhunti said.

"The Investiture of the Gods? Why don't you bring it out then?" a voice rang out.

Several dragon horses were seen flying in from afar, pulling a luxurious carriage. Beside them were Wen Zhong riding a black Qilin and Nezha riding his Wind Fire Wheels.

The two Western Saints looked at the immense human aura surrounding the carriage and their expressions became very solemn. The Human Emperor Yin Shou had arrived.