The Bonds of Our Mystic Gate's Three Teachings Are Greater Than Heaven

The wind stopped over the Chaos plaza before the Purple Cloud Palace.

The Chaos gale that howled year-round, capable of effortlessly tearing even Grand Luo Golden Immortals apart, froze into a motionless painting the instant Niu Ben stepped into the area.

No one dared even breathe too loudly.

"Greetings, Saint Niu Ben."

No one knew who took the lead, but the voices suppressed in their throats finally broke free from the shackles of fear.

Then, as if a row of dominoes had been toppled—

The hundreds of foremost Great Experts of the Primordial Wilderness across the plaza all bent at the waist in unison.

Demon Emperor Di Jun gritted his teeth and lowered his noble head to his chest. The fingers of his clasped hands had turned slightly white from the force.

He would never forget the terror of having his Saint Dao Fruit shattered by Niu Ben's punch.

Emperor Taiyi withdrew the phantom of the Chaos Bell. The wild arrogance that seemed ready to battle heaven and earth vanished the instant Niu Ben's languid gaze swept over him.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches stood on the other side. Even Dijiang, who had already proven Dao and become a Saint, obediently reined in his Space Law and bowed respectfully.

As for those two from the Western Teachings—

Saint Zhunti directly hid half his body behind Jieyin, terrified that Niu Ben would remember the debt from Peach Mountain a hundred years ago and come for the remaining half of his Saint Origin Essence.

Jieyin pressed his palms together, the sorrow on his face deeper than ever before.

Even Haotian, the Great Heavenly Venerable, who had just been scheming over how to profit from the fusion of the new world—

Now had knees that trembled faintly. Cold sweat dripped from his forehead through