Just then, a strange fragrance suddenly filled the air, and an endless pressure surged from all directions like a tidal wave, instantly filling the entire world.
This oppressive force was so powerful that no living being in the world, regardless of who it was, could resist it.
They all involuntarily knelt down, as if suppressed by an invisible force.
However, in this scene where everyone was bowing down, there was one exception: Chu Yuan Zhe Xian.
He stood firmly in place like an indestructible mountain, seemingly completely unaffected by the endless pressure.
Just as everyone was stunned by this sudden turn of events, a melodious celestial melody suddenly drifted from the sky.
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a woman dressed in a five-colored robe and riding on a seven-colored auspicious cloud, slowly descending from the thirty-third heaven.
The woman was incredibly beautiful, with skin as white as snow, exquisite features, a high bun, and a magnificent crown. Her demeanor was dignified.
Her appearance seemed to bring a touch of freshness and vitality to this world.
Meanwhile, two more people appeared simultaneously from the west.
One of them was a dignified and imposing Taoist priest. He wore a kasaya, held a seven-jeweled tree, and a huge Bodhi tree appeared behind him, accompanied by auspicious light, giving people a sense of holiness and inviolability.
Another figure sat atop a twelve-petaled golden lotus. Above his head floated a golden relic, emitting a dazzling light that enveloped his entire being.
He held the welcoming banner tightly in his hand, and around the banner, waves of chanting rippled outwards.
The moment these three appeared, except for Yuan Zhexian.
The others seemed to be driven by an invisible force, and they all prostrated themselves in worship, shouting: "Greetings to the Sage Nuwa, the Sage Jieyin, and the Sage Zhunti!"
May the Sage live ten thousand years!
However, Yuan Zhexian remained motionless, like a statue, neither kneeling nor bowing.
His gaze was cold and indifferent, as if he didn't care at all about the arrival of these three saints.
Upon seeing this, Zhunti was immediately enraged. He glared at Yuan Zhexian and rebuked him, "You chaotic being, although you possess boundless magical power, you have not yet reached the realm of a sage."
"How dare you be so disrespectful to us saints, failing to kneel and pay homage!"
"Don't you know that below the level of a sage, all are but ants?"
"With just a flick of our wrists, you will instantly turn to dust!"
Upon hearing Zhunti's angry shout, Yuan Zhexian's expression remained icy cold. He spoke slowly, his voice calm and firm: "He is merely a first-level Saint, yet he dares to presume to make me, Hua Yuan, kneel in worship. What great Saintly might he possesses!"
Seeing this, the guiding saint slowly spoke up, saying, "Even among the first-level saints, there is an insurmountable chasm between them and quasi-saints, which is incomparable to that of quasi-saints."
His voice was calm yet authoritative, as if stating a given fact.
Upon hearing the words of the Sage Jieyin, Zhunti shouted again without hesitation, "Senior brother, why waste your breath on such ants!"
"I will capture him first, and then take him to my pure land in the Western Paradise to purify his mind and eliminate his evil deeds."
Upon hearing Zhunti's words, Yuan Zhexian's lips curled into a cold smile. He muttered to himself, "This Zhunti actually dares to dream of converting me. Has he gone mad?"
Just then, Zhunti reached out his hand without hesitation.
In an instant, an incomparably terrifying holy might and magical power surged forth from his hand like a raging wave, instantly forming a giant golden Buddha's hand in the sky.
This Buddha's hand, which blotted out the sky and exuded a terrifying pressure, reached straight for Yuan Zhexian.
Upon seeing this, Yuan Zhexian's magical power surged, instantly condensing into a golden Zhuxian Sword in his hand.
Then, Yuan Zhexian, wielding the Zhuxian Sword, fearlessly swung it forward.
In an instant, the Zhuxian Sword transformed into countless golden sword rains, bombarding the giant golden Buddha hand from below like meteors.
In an instant, countless golden swords rained down on the giant golden Buddha hand like raindrops.
With a series of muffled booms, the enormous golden Buddha hand gradually dissipated under the bombardment of the sword rain, eventually turning into nothingness.
Upon seeing this, Zhunti was startled and immediately spoke.
"Since it can condense energy with magic power to form the Immortal Slaughtering Sword!"
"It seems that Fellow Daoist Tongtian has put a lot of effort into you, the vice leader of the Jie Sect."
However, Zhunti's expression quickly turned cold, and he spoke again: "However, even with the guidance of Fellow Daoist Tongtian, you are still just an ant trying to shake a tree."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhunti's saintly power surged suddenly, as if the entire world was shaking.
Suddenly, dazzling golden lightning flashed between his palms. These lightning bolts, like nimble snakes, moved through his hands, emanating a chilling aura.
Immediately afterwards, Zhunti clenched his fist without hesitation, and in an instant, the entire sky was covered by golden clouds, which, like a thick curtain, completely obscured the sky.
Within those golden clouds, bursts of terrifying golden Buddhist lightning flashed intermittently, each bolt containing earth-shattering power.
"Silent Thunder of Buddha!"
Zhunti chanted softly, his voice not loud, but it resounded throughout the world like thunder from the heavens.
As soon as he finished speaking, countless enormous golden bolts of lightning, carrying destructive power, rained down directly upon Yuan Zhexian.
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