Three Flowers Gathering at the Peak, Invulnerable to All Laws, is the Grand Luo Dao Fruit!

At the same time, a mysterious aura descended from the heavens, silently falling upon Niu Ben.

Niu Ben's body trembled. He could sense it—this was the fortune bestowed by heaven and earth after the entire Ox Clan had gathered.

Just then, a figure appeared at the entrance of the great hall.

"Cough, cough."

The newcomer let out two light coughs.

All the oxen's gazes turned in unison toward him.

Seeing the visitor—no, the visiting ox—Niu Ben's brow twitched slightly.

It was that old ox who always gathered the calves in the clan's open ground, telling them tales of the Ox Clan's ancient glory.

All the Ox Clan powerhouses kneeling on the ground also recognized him, confusion spreading across their faces.

This old geezer, always muttering nonsense and bragging endlessly, what was he doing here now?

Niu Ben looked at him as well, saying nothing.

Boom—!!!

A terrifying aura, far surpassing every Golden Immortal and Primordial Unity Golden Immortal in the hall, erupted from the old ox's withered frame!

That aura was so desolate, so ancient, so domineering!

It seemed not to belong to this era, but to have descended from the bloody age when chaos first split and myriad clans fought for supremacy, crossing the endless river of time to arrive here!

Even the mere aftershock of that aura caused the entire hall, forged from ten-thousand-year mystic iron, to hum violently. On the walls, fine cracks visible to the naked eye began to appear!

Crack!

Crack, crack!

It seemed as if it might collapse into dust at any moment under this pressure!

Above the old ox's head, three translucent lotuses, brimming with boundless Dao resonance, slowly emerged. They spun gently, radiating a might that could suppress ten thousand ages!

Those three lotuses—one represented "Essence," one represented "Qi," and one represented "Spirit"!

On each lotus, infinite Dao runes were born and extinguished, and chains of heavenly laws interwove!

Three Flowers Gathering at the Peak, Invulnerable to All Laws—this was the Grand Luo Dao Fruit!

This might swept outward, no longer restrained in the slightest!

What!

In an instant, within the entire great hall, all the Ox Clan powerhouses, including the Yellow Ox Clan Leader and the Barbarian Ox Clan Chief, turned pale with shock. Their ox eyes bulged wide, faces full of disbelief!

"Thud!"

"Thud!"

Some Golden Immortal ox demons of weaker cultivation couldn't even stand under this pure Grand Luo pressure!

Their legs trembled like sieves, and ultimately, unable to bear the shuddering that came from the depths of their souls, they collapsed one after another, gasping for breath, their eyes filled with nothing but endless terror!

It was as if what stood before them was not an old ox, but a supreme Demon God who had stepped out of ancient myth!

Even the Yellow Ox Clan Leader and the Barbarian Ox Clan Chief, both peak Primordial Unity Golden Immortals, had faces ashen, their Dao Hearts violently shaken!

Their proud magical power, before this aura, was as insignificant as an ant facing a divine dragon above the Nine Heavens!

They were not on the same level at all!

Niu Ben also showed a look of surprise.

A flash of divine light passed through his eyes, and in an instant, he saw through the old ox's essence.

A Golden Immortal of the Origin!

Three Flowers Gathering at the Top—this was the hallmark of the Golden Immortal of the Origin Dao Fruit!

This old geezer was actually a Golden Immortal of the Origin!

A living, breathing Golden Immortal of the Origin Demon King!

At this moment, the entire hall fell into deathly silence.

In the minds of all the oxen, towering waves crashed, and their thoughts nearly ground to a halt!

They never imagined that this decrepit old man, who had been bragging in the clan for hundreds of thousands of years and was looked down upon by everyone, was actually a genuine Golden Immortal of the Origin Demon King!

Crazy!

This world had simply gone mad!

In the past, this old ox would always chew on a blade of grass, lazily lying on a hillside to bask in the sun, boasting to the newborn calves that he had personally seen the Ox Clan Progenitor split the Divine Mountain.

He also said he had fought shoulder to shoulder with ancient Great Experts, charging in and out of the Dragon-Phoenix Calamity battlefield seven times.

He even claimed he had drunk the immortal brew from the Dao Field of a Golden Immortal of the Origin and eaten the Phoenix Clan's immortal medicine of immortality.

But not a single ox believed him. They all just thought he was spouting nonsense, a doddering old fool with a muddled mind.

Many even mocked and sneered at him behind his back.

But now, this overwhelming pressure of a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal—majestic as divine might, suppressing the ages—could not be faked in the slightest!

Could it be... everything that old geezer said was true?

The moment they realized they had countless times taunted a living Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal, every ox's hide bristled in terror. A chill shot straight from the base of their tails to the crowns of their heads!

If he held a grudge, a single puff of breath could annihilate them body and soul!

In an instant, everyone's gaze darted back and forth between Niu Ben and the old ox.

The same thought surfaced in every ox's mind.

This old ox hid his strength so deeply, and now he suddenly reveals his cultivation—could it be to vie with the new king for the position of Ox Clan's leader?

As soon as this thought emerged, the atmosphere in the hall grew intensely tense, so heavy it seemed ready to drip with water.

That was it!

It had to be!

In the Primordial World, strength reigned supreme!

A Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal was the true overlord, the only one worthy of being called king!

Though Niu Ben was the new king, his cultivation was merely at the Primordial Unity Golden Immortal level—how could he contend with a genuine Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal?

Today, the Ox Clan might witness a earth-shattering battle for the throne!

But the next moment.

The old ox, hunched and stooped, stepped forward one pace at a time. Amid countless gazes of tension, suspicion, fear, and awe, he walked to the foot of the throne.

His steps were slow. Each footfall seemed to press down on every ox's heart, making their pulses skip a beat.

Finally, he stopped three paces from the throne.

Then, he made a move that left every ox's mind blank and their thoughts frozen solid.

That figure, which in everyone's eyes should have stood tall and unyielding—the supreme dignity of a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal—was now completely withdrawn.

His knees buckled, and he knelt before Niu Ben on the throne, deeply, devoutly, prostrating himself fully.

Thud!

The dull sound of his forehead striking the ground rang out like a thunderbolt from the ninth heaven, exploding deep in every ox's soul!

"Niu Qing greets My King."

The old ox spoke his name.

Niu Qing!

This was also the first time every ox in the hall learned the true name of this mysterious old ox.

"You've hidden your cultivation within the clan. I suspect there's a secret behind it," Niu Ben said, looking down at the kneeling Niu Qing, his tone as calm as still water.

This composure made the already shaken Ox Clan elites gaze upon the figure on the throne with even greater reverence, as if looking up at a towering mountain.

"Indeed." Niu Qing raised his head. In those murky old eyes, there was now nothing but Bright Light and fervor.

It was the fervor of one who had found the faith of a lifetime!