The Dao Ancestor's summons!

The three-day deadline had yet to arrive, but the atmosphere throughout Primordial Heaven and Earth had already tightened to the breaking point.

To contend for this Hunyuan Saint Position, every disciple of the Chan Teachings and Jie Teachings had entered seclusion to regulate their breathing, refine spiritual treasures, and deduce killing formations.

Two immense, blazing tides of battle intent could faintly be felt colliding furiously in the void.

Within the Fengdu Imperial Palace in the Netherworld Underworld.

Niu Ben reclined against the Netherworld Emperor Seat, a cup of immortal wine in hand, leisurely watching the Two Sects prepare feverishly for battle.

"Husband, this move of yours really was ruthless."

Xi He sat beside Niu Ben, filled his cup, and covered her mouth with a soft laugh.

"One Saint Crystal has drawn out all the pride the Chan Teachings and the Interception Sect have accumulated over ten thousand years. By now, the disciples on both sides must have eyes red with rivalry."

Chang Xi also burst into a giggle, resting her chin on her hand. "Once they enter the arena, the Twelve Golden Immortals, Duobao Daoist, and the others will probably fight to the death."

Niu Ben took a sip of wine and chuckled.

"That's exactly what I want."

"A greenhouse can't raise true dragons. If they always hold back during sparring, then once they reach a real cross-realm battlefield, they'll be paying their tuition with their lives."

"This opportunity will make them reveal every trump card they've kept at the bottom of their chests and temper themselves against each other. Even a defeat will be a great blessing for their Dao Hearts."

As for who would ultimately claim the Saint Crystal, Niu Ben truly did not care.

Either way, the meat would stay in the Mystic Gate's great pot.

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