Could it be Dao Ancestor Hongjun Himself Who Has Entered the Fray?

"You are one of the Ox Clan. You are Niu Ben's Personal Disciple!"

"Once you're out there, don't go looking for trouble—but never be afraid of it either!"

"Whoever dares bully you, I don't care which sect's disciple they are or what backing they have—beat them half to death!"

"If you can't beat them, come back and find your Grandmaster. Your Grandmaster will go tear down his Dao Field!"

Hearing those domineering words, Yang Jian felt his blood boil, his eyes growing faintly warm.

He slammed his head heavily against the ground, his voice firm and resounding.

"This disciple's disciple will remember Grandmaster's teachings and never tarnish the Ox Clan's prestige!"

With that, Yang Jian rose to his feet, gripped the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Halberd tightly, and strode away.

He transformed into a bolt of silver lightning, tearing through the clouds and mists of the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains as he sped toward the vast, boundless Primordial Wilderness Land.

Watching Yang Jian's receding figure, Niu Ba's lips curled into a meaningful smile.

"This muddy water of the Primordial Wilderness is getting more and more interesting."

The Centennial Period was drawing near. At last, the grand show was about to begin.

At the edge of the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains, clouds and mist swirled.

This was the outer perimeter of the Ox Clan Sacred Land, as well as the boundary between the Primordial Wilderness Land and this ancient, barbaric region.

Clad in silver armor and holding the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Halberd, Yang Jian stood quietly atop a lone peak.

The mountain wind howled, making the cloak behind him snap and flutter, yet his upright body remained as motionless as a spear piercing the heavens.

He turned back and took one long, deep look into the depths of the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains.

There