Primordial Era: Reborn as a Qi Immortal, Steadily Cultivating

Chapter 181 The Great Calamity of the Human Race
Within the human race, immortals and martial arts have diverged, but their fortunes have been unified, resulting in a thriving and prosperous scene.

However, looking at the entire primordial world, the prosperity of this nascent race was nothing more than an insignificant ripple in a vast and boundless ocean.

Whether it's the Heavenly Court of the Demon Clan, which rules over the nine heavens and governs all races, or the Witch Clan tribe, which occupies the earth and inherits the bloodline of Pangu.

None of them truly took the human race, who had just escaped the fate of being eaten by blood, seriously.

In their view, this nascent tribe was still extremely weak.

In the primordial world today, the true protagonists are still the Wu and Yao races.

The final deadline set by Dao Ancestor Hongjun for the truce during the Three Realms Assembly was also quietly approaching without anyone noticing.

The Thirty-Third Heaven, the Demon Emperor's Palace.

This is the core of the entire Demon Clan Heavenly Court, and also the place where the Demon Emperor Di Jun cultivates.

There were no luxurious decorations in the palace.

Only endless, dazzling starlight descended from the high places, gathering in the hall to form a vast and boundless sea of ​​stars, filled with supreme majesty and order.

Emperor Jun, dressed in a dark gold imperial robe, sat quietly on the throne carved from a single piece of Great Sun Gold Crystal.

His face was handsome and dignified, and his eyes seemed to hold billions of stars that were being born and dying, constantly deducing the already chaotic mysteries of the Heavenly Dao.

In front of him floated an ancient and mysterious jade tortoise shell image.

It is indeed the Hetu and Luoshu!
On the map, countless brilliant star trails intertwine, seemingly operating in a chaotic manner, yet they subtly construct a supreme array phantom capable of encompassing the entire primordial world.

Zhoutian star battle array!

Just then, a series of steady and powerful footsteps came from outside the hall.

A towering figure, also dressed in a dark gold imperial robe, slowly walked in. His face bore a seven-tenths resemblance to Di Jun, but his aura was far more domineering and unparalleled.

It was none other than Donghuang Taiyi, who wielded the innate treasure, the Chaos Bell, and whose power shook the entire prehistoric world.

In his hand, he held an ancient, jet-black banner embroidered with countless demon totems.

"Brother."

Donghuang Taiyi nodded slightly to Dijun on the throne, his voice filled with confidence and pride.

Di Jun slowly withdrew his mind from the endless deductions of heavenly secrets.

He opened his eyes and his gaze fell on the demon-summoning banner in Taiyi's hand.

"Has the matter been settled?"

Upon hearing this, Taiyi smiled confidently.

"Brother, don't worry."

With a gentle wave of the demon-summoning banner in his hand, a ferocious phantom of a Kunpeng with a wingspan of unknown distance flashed across the black banner, its eyes filled with resentment and venom.

"I have absorbed the entire wisp of Kunpeng's true spirit into this Demon Banner."

"Although he still holds the position of Demon Master in our Heavenly Court, his life, death, and future are all in your hands, brother. He dares not harbor the slightest disloyalty!"

Upon hearing this, Di Jun slowly nodded, and his slightly furrowed brows relaxed.

The truce between the Lich King and the Demon King, as designated by the Dao Ancestor, is drawing ever closer.

A decisive battle that will determine the fate of the demon race is about to begin.

As for the Northern Darkness Demon Master Kunpeng, although he was an indispensable top combat force of his demon race's Heavenly Court, he was also a powerful being from the primordial world who was difficult to control.

When Hongyun fell, Kunpeng, behind his back and Taiyi's back, secretly joined forces with the Blood Sea and the Styx River to launch a sneak attack on Hongyun in the Chaos of the Outer Heavens, attempting to monopolize the Primordial Purple Qi, the foundation for sainthood.

This matter has always been a source of resentment for Di Jun.

As the Heavenly Emperor of the Demon Clan, his goal was to lead the entire Demon Clan to unify the prehistoric world and establish an unparalleled and eternal empire.

Kunpeng, on the other hand, is a man of deep cunning and selfishness, whose only thought is his own path to enlightenment.

With the war between the Lich King and the Demon King approaching, how could he allow Kunpeng, a huge variable who could stab him in the back at any moment, to exist at such a critical time?

So he sent Taiyi to the Northern Underworld to forcibly extract a wisp of Kunpeng's true spirit with swift and decisive means, and incorporated it into the Demon-Summoning Banner to keep it in check.

However, even so.

Despite his dignified appearance, a lingering worry remained on Di Jun's face.

He slowly raised his head, his gaze seemingly piercing through the thirty-three heavens, landing on Mount Buzhou, which exuded a fierce aura and was filled with a wild and domineering atmosphere.

The Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation of the Witch Clan was like an incomparably heavy mountain, pressing down on his heart and making him unable to eat or sleep.

The Wu tribe has twelve ancestral Wu.

Those twelve terrifying beings who inherited Pangu's essence and blood did not cultivate their primordial spirits but focused on refining their physical bodies. Each of them possessed terrifying combat power comparable to top-tier quasi-saints.

Even more deadly is that when the twelve of them join forces, they can set up an unparalleled and deadly formation inherited from the great god Pangu: the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation.

The terrifying scene of Pangu's true form, formed from a great formation, cleaving the Heluo Great Formation, which the demon race was so proud of, open with a single axe at the foot of Buzhou Mountain is still vivid in my mind.

He used the Hetu and Luoshu to deduce countless times, but each time the result was utterly bleak.

The demon race loses more often than they win!
If this battle were to begin, his demon race's Heavenly Court would most likely be defeated.

"Brother."

Donghuang Taiyi, who was standing to the side, naturally saw through Dijun's thoughts.

He slowly stepped forward and said, "Although the Witch Clan is strong, my Demon Clan is not weak either!"

"Over the years, my brother and I have worked together to continuously improve the Zhou Tian Star Array, and we have also refined hundreds of millions of Zhou Tian Star Banners, which have been distributed to various demon gods."

"The power of the current formation far surpasses that of the Heluo Formation of the past!"

"At that time, with the 365 demon gods returning to their positions and drawing upon the primordial power of the celestial sphere, they might indeed be able to directly confront the Great Array of Heavenly Gods and Demons."

Taiyi's voice was filled with soaring fighting spirit and absolute confidence.

In his view, his demon race possessed the Zhou Tian Xing Dou (a system of celestial constellations), the Demon-Summoning Banner, and, more importantly, the innate treasure, the Chaos Bell, which he held in his possession.

We might not lose this battle!
Upon hearing this, Di Jun's worried expression lessened slightly.

He knew that what his second brother said was true.

However, as the Demon Emperor, he had to consider far more than Taiyi.

Just then, a series of slightly hurried footsteps came from outside the hall again.

A middle-aged cultivator dressed in a white scholar's robe, with a refined appearance and a profound aura, strode into the hall.

It was Bai Ze, the leader of the Demon Saints of the Heavenly Court of the Demon Clan.

"Your Majesty, His Highness the Eastern Emperor."

Bai Ze bowed respectfully to the two of them.

"Your Majesty, when I was inspecting the prehistoric world, I discovered something unusual on the southern slope of Mount Buzhou."

"Oh?" A hint of surprise flashed in Di Jun's eyes.
"But what unusual activity has the witch clan made?"

Upon hearing this, Bai Ze slowly shook his head.

"They are not from the Wu tribe."

He paused, a meaningful look appearing on his refined face.

"They are human."

"Human race?"

Hearing the name of this weak race that they had long forgotten in a corner.

A hint of confusion appeared on the faces of Di Jun and Tai Yi.

Bai Ze didn't keep them in suspense. He immediately reported everything he had seen in the human race's holy land to Di Jun and Tai Yi, from the majestic martial temples and immortal palaces to the millions of martial artists with their blood and qi soaring to the sky, and even the grand scene of the separation of immortals and martials and the unification of fortunes.

As Bai Ze recounted his story, the bewildered expressions on Di Jun and Tai Yi's faces gradually gave way to an unprecedented solemnity.

Especially when they heard that the human martial ancestor had actually defeated the sage's personal disciple, Xuandu Daoist, in a head-on confrontation within the holy land.

Even with their strong Daoist hearts, they couldn't help but stir up a huge wave!

"Humanity... has grown so powerful without anyone even realizing it?"

The human race was created by Nuwa at the foot of Mount Buzhou.

It has only been a few decades since then.

In the eyes of these ancient beings who had long been accustomed to the vicissitudes of life, it was nothing more than a fleeting moment.

However, in such a short period of time, this originally weak and vulnerable race has developed to such a terrifying extent.
Especially that unheard-of human martial ancestor.

How could he single-handedly defeat the Sage's personal disciple, Xuandu Daoist, who had already reached the peak of the Great Luo realm?!
This was what truly baffled Di Jun.

He was well aware that Xuandu was not a quasi-saint.

However, his cultivation was so profound that even ordinary quasi-saints who had severed one or two corpses might not be his match.

And how long has that human race been around?

It has actually given birth to an unparalleled power capable of surpassing even the direct transmission of a sage?!
Such a growth rate and such terrifying potential are far beyond what even the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin clans, who were so ferocious during the early Dragon-Han Calamity, could match.

However, after a brief moment of shock...

Di Jun's deep eyes had once again returned to their former calm and still state.

He slowly rose from his throne, stood with his hands behind his back in front of the hall, and calmly gazed at the churning clouds of the Thirty-Three Heavens.

"Although the human race is strong, its foundation is ultimately shallow."

"Our demon race has countless Great Luo Demon Gods, and there are also quite a few Quasi-Saints."

"How could he, a mere human, possibly rival the glory of my Heavenly Court?"

Di Jun understood that the only enemy of the demon race at present was the Wu race, which had been entrenched at the foot of Buzhou Mountain for countless eons.

If we can completely kill the twelve Ancestral Witches in the upcoming war between the Lich and the Demons, and wipe the bloodline of the Witch Clan from this primordial land, then we can achieve our goal.

He, the demon race, will become the true supreme overlord of this world.

At that time, not to mention the mere human race, even all the myriad races and spirits of the primordial world would have no choice but to bow down and submit to the supreme demonic power of his demonic heavenly court.

He might use this boundless fortune to attain sainthood and become the eternal overlord of the primordial world!

Thinking of this, a hint of burning ambition flashed deep within Di Jun's calm eyes.

However, at this moment.

Bai Ze's gentle voice echoed slowly once again in the hall.

"What your Majesty said is absolutely true."

"However, during my inspection of the human race, I made an even more important discovery."

"A demon god inadvertently discovered that the essence, blood, and soul of the human race seem to have a natural and miraculous effect on restraining the powerful and domineering witch body of my witch race!"

Bai Ze paused, his voice becoming increasingly meaningful.

"Especially for human warriors who have been tempering themselves with the flesh and blood of demonic beasts for many years, whose blood and qi are fierce and domineering, the effect is several times greater than that of ordinary humans!"

"Is this... really true?!"

Upon hearing this, Di Jun's golden eyes were fixed on Bai Ze.

"Reply to Your Majesty."

Bai Ze dared not be negligent and quickly bowed again.

"When I first heard of this, I also found it hard to believe. Therefore, I personally took action and captured several mortals and warriors on the border of the human race. I used their essence, blood and soul to conduct an experiment on the witch prisoners captured by my demon race."

"result……"

Bai Ze took a deep breath, his voice filled with barely suppressed excitement, "The result is exactly as that demon god said."

"The souls of mortal humans can impure and erode the true spirits of the witch race, causing them to become mad and bloodthirsty, greatly reducing their combat power."

"And the fierce blood and qi of those human warriors, which have long been tempered by the essence of demonic beasts, can dissolve and disintegrate the powerful physical bodies that the witch race is so proud of, like a maggot clinging to a bone!"

"Good! Good! Good!"

Before Bai Ze could finish speaking, Donghuang Taiyi, who was standing beside him, could no longer contain his joy and let out a hearty laugh.

"Heaven is helping me! It truly is heaven's help!"

With one step, his domineering and unparalleled imperial majesty was no longer concealed in the slightest.

"Brother! There is no need for any further hesitation on this matter!"

"I will personally go to that sacred land of the human race and capture all those hundreds of millions of humans!"

"Using their essence, blood, and soul, they forged a supreme weapon for my demon race, powerful enough to subdue the twelve ancestral witches!"

"At that time, what will the mere witch clan be worth mentioning?"

Taiyi's words were filled with an unquestionable domineering air.

In his view, sacrificing a mere acquired race is nothing compared to the destruction of the witch clan!
However, before he could finish speaking, Di Jun, who had been standing silently to the side, slowly raised his right hand and stopped Tai Yi, who was about to move.

"Second brother, don't be rash."

Di Jun's voice regained its former composure and calmness.

"The human race was created by the saint Nuwa herself, and it was the foundation for the saint Taiqing's sainthood. They have a great karmic connection with those two saints."

"If we act so recklessly and slaughter the entire human race, how could we not attract the intervention of those two sages?"

Di Jun's words were also mature and prudent. Although he was the Demon Emperor, he knew very well that in this primordial world, the high and mighty Primordial Saints were the truly untouchable beings.

However, upon hearing this, Taiyi's face once again revealed a disdainful sneer.

"Brother, you're overthinking it!"

"The Sage Nuwa, she is ultimately a sage of my demon race."

Their lineage and destiny have long been intertwined with our demon race; we share both prosperity and adversity!

"Now, my demon race and the witch race are locked in a life-or-death struggle, and we have reached the final juncture that will determine our survival."

How could she possibly disregard the life and death of my entire demon race for the sake of a mere acquired race?

"As for that Sage Taiqing..."

Tai paused, a meaningful glint in his eyes.
“His chief disciple, Xuandu, just lost face and damaged his Dao heart in the human race’s holy land.”

"Now, the Golden Core Dao he passed down within the human race is being suppressed by the martial arts to the point of having no power to fight back."

"Presumably, his perception of humans is not much better right now."

"Moreover..." Taiyi's voice grew even colder, "This primordial continent is a place where the strong prey on the weak, and the mighty are respected!"

"As long as we do not exterminate the human race and leave them a glimmer of hope, even those two saints will not completely break ties with our demon race over this matter."

Upon hearing Taiyi's words, Dijun's tightly furrowed brows finally relaxed.

He knew that what his second brother said made some sense.

Even the most powerful sage must still consider his reputation and cannot personally intervene in every matter.

As long as we act with discretion.

This matter may actually be worthwhile!

Upon realizing this, a truly decisive and ruthless look finally appeared on Di Jun's dignified face.

Without further hesitation, his gaze fell upon Bai Ze, who was still standing quietly below the throne.

"Bai Ze, obey my command!"

"Yes, sir." Bai Ze bowed quickly.

"You shall immediately summon the three demon saints, Ji Meng, Ying Zhao, and Fei Lian, and lead their 100,000 demon gods."

"Go to the primordial continent in person."

"Within the human race, capture hundreds of millions of human beings for me, without fail."

Di Jun paused, his voice growing increasingly cold.

"If that human Martial Ancestor dares to obstruct us..."

"Let him know what the might of Heaven is!"

"Sir, obey the order."

The Demon Emperor issued a decree, and the Heavenly Court was thrown into turmoil.

Although Bai Ze accepted the order, he was ultimately concerned about the twelve ancestral witches who were entrenched at the foot of Buzhou Mountain.

He knew that the current sacred land of the human race was located on the southern slope of Buzhou Mountain, forming a strategic triangle with the various tribes of the Wu tribe, and was only a few hundred million miles away.

Such a distance might seem like an insurmountable obstacle to ordinary people, but in the eyes of the powerful ancestral witches who could move mountains and fill seas at will, it was merely a matter of a moment's travel.

Therefore, Bai Ze did not choose to send demon soldiers directly into Buzhou Mountain, a sacred site that had long been the core of human faith.

Instead, they broke into smaller groups, with the four great demon saints—Ji Meng, Ying Zhao, Fei Lian, and Jiu Ying—each leading an elite team of demon gods, silently spreading across the vast and boundless primordial land.

Instead of making a big show of it, they began to quietly hunt down small and medium-sized human tribes that had not yet received the protection of the holy land in the remote mountains and forests and the vast rivers, lakes and seas far from the holy land of humankind.

Countless human tribes were powerless to resist the absolute power of the Heavenly Court's demon gods, which was enough to crush everything.

The entire tribe, regardless of age or gender, was torn apart by the cold, demonic claws, their essence, blood, and souls were all extracted and placed into the Soul Refining Banner, which had been prepared long ago.

Although this matter was carried out in secret, the truth could not be kept forever.

As more and more tribes disappear from public view, more and more of their people are brutally slaughtered.

This terrifying shadow, powerful enough to shake the very foundations of humanity, eventually spread wildly at an unstoppable pace.

It eventually reached the majestic Martial Ancestor Temple, which had become the core of human faith.

Inside the Martial Ancestor Hall, the atmosphere was extremely heavy.

The hall was vast, but the atmosphere was somber.

At this moment, nearly a hundred majestic figures, their auras as deep as the sea and their blood and qi soaring to the sky, have gathered.

They are the martial arts masters within the human race who have reached the Golden Immortal realm!
And at the very front of those nearly one hundred figures.

More than ten terrifying beings stood silently, their auras far surpassing that of ordinary martial arts masters, their every move causing the surrounding space to slightly distort.

Martial Arts True Lord!

These dozen or so individuals were outstanding talents who emerged from among millions of people after the martial arts were passed down by the Martial Ancestor. Their natural talents and comprehension were unparalleled throughout the ages.

They honed their skills amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and through life and death, they discovered the true path.

He forcibly proved his Dao through martial arts, cultivating to the level of a supreme True Lord, capable of directly confronting the Taiyi True Immortal of the Xuanmen.

However, this group of martial arts masters, capable of suppressing an entire region, were located within the Martial Ancestor Hall.

They all wore solemn expressions and remained silent as if frozen in winter.

All eyes were focused on the deepest part of the main hall.

The majestic figure, seated serenely on the Xuanhuang Merit Throne, seemed to be completely integrated with the fortune of the entire human race.

Wu Zuyuan.

He simply sat there quietly, his eyes slightly closed, his face showing no emotion whatsoever.

However, the immense pressure emanating from his body was enough to instill a sense of awe in all the martial arts masters present.

"Tell me everything."

After a long while, Wu Zuyuan's calm voice slowly echoed in the silent hall.

Its sound was not loud, but it reached the ears of every martial arts master with perfect clarity.

These words instantly shattered the deathly silence.

"Martial Ancestor!"

A martial arts master, with a towering physique, bulging muscles, and an extremely violent aura, finally could not suppress the anger in his heart.

He was the first human to attain the True Monarch Dao Fruit through pure physical strength, and his name was "Li".

"Those demons have gone too far! They are wantonly slaughtering my fellow human beings within our human territory. How are their actions any different from those of the demonic path?!"

"We will immediately muster our forces and fight those demon scum to the death! Until we are both dead!"

“That’s right!” Beside him, another martial arts master, with a slender figure and sharp eyes like a hawk, also echoed in a cold voice.

He was the fastest and most unpredictable human in the race, and his name was "Wind".

"We will immediately gather all the martial arts masters of the human race and go out in full force to fight those demon scum to the bitter end."

Let them know that the blood of our human race must not be shed lightly!

"That's right! Fight to the death!"

"We humans can be killed but not humiliated!"

These words immediately drew the agreement of the vast majority of martial arts masters in the hall.

They were all valiant warriors who had fought their way through mountains of corpses and seas of blood; how could they possibly fear a mere battle?!

However, several meticulous and composed experts slowly shook their heads.

"This matter is probably not that simple."

One of the elders, who had also reached the realm of Martial Dao True Monarch but whose aura was more restrained and profound, spoke slowly, his voice filled with solemnity.

"The demon race's Heavenly Court is incredibly powerful, with countless demon gods and demon saints under its command, and two supreme emperors, the Demon Emperor and the Eastern Emperor, are also in charge."

"Although our human race is now beginning to show its potential, compared with it, we are still like fireflies compared to the bright moon, and cannot be compared at all."

"not to mention……"

The old man paused, his gaze sweeping over all the indignant comrades present, and sighed softly.

"The demon race's actions this time are quite strange."

"They only hunt down weak small and medium-sized tribes on the borders of our human race, but they have never launched a direct attack on our already established and magnificent cities."

"Their actions don't seem like they're planning a full-scale war against our human race; it's more like they're... collecting something."

Upon hearing this, the once excited hall fell silent for a moment.

Countless martial arts masters fell into deep thought.

They knew that what this True Lord said did make some sense.

Immediately, the hall was filled with discussion and differing opinions.

Some advocate using the full strength of their clan to fight the demon race to the death, repaying blood with blood.

Some advocate holding fast to the sacred ground, temporarily avoiding direct confrontation, and making plans gradually.

However, from beginning to end, Wu Zuyuan, who sat on the throne, never uttered another word.

He simply listened quietly, already fully understanding the cause and effect in his heart.

Witch-slaying sword!
He naturally knew the true purpose behind the demon race's actions.

"I already know about this."

Wu Zuyuan's calm voice slowly rang out, his gaze sweeping calmly over each of the excited martial arts masters below.

"The demon race's actions are not ordinary provocations, nor are they for the sake of gluttony, but rather to forge a magical artifact using the bloodline of my human race."

"This is the first great calamity that our human race has faced since its birth."

"This calamity is unavoidable."

"It's actually a great calamity of heaven! The demon race wants to use my human bloodline to forge magical treasures?"

"Then... what should we do?"

The martial arts master 'Li', who had previously been clamoring to fight the demon race to the death, now had a rare hint of confusion in his voice.

Although they are strong, they are ultimately nothing more than Golden Immortals or Taiyi Immortals.

How dare we presume to resist this great calamity brought down by Heaven?

It was at this time of widespread anxiety that people began to panic.

Wu Zuyuan, who was on the throne, slowly stood up.

His towering figure seemed to merge completely with the fortune of the entire Martial Ancestor Hall and even the entire human race in an instant.

An indomitable and defiant will erupted from his body.

What is a calamity?

"For the weak, calamity is destiny, fate, and a ruthless iron law that can utterly crush everything!"

"But for us martial artists!" Wu Zuyuan's voice suddenly rose.

"A tribulation is like a boat sailing against the current, a fire that tempers the Dao heart, and an unparalleled opportunity to soar into the sky and break all shackles!"

"My way is to survive in adversity and create possibility from the impossible!"

"What is there to fear in a mere calamity of the Heavenly Dao!"

These words struck a deep chord with every martial arts master.

To dispel all the confusion and fear in their hearts.

"Please give your instructions, Ancestor Martial!"

Nearly a hundred martial arts masters knelt on one knee in unison, their voices filled with unwavering resolve.

Upon seeing this, Wu Zuyuan calmly nodded.

He knew that people's hearts could be won over.

"Issue my decree!"

"From this day forward, summon all human tribes scattered across the primordial land and gather immediately toward the sacred land of Buzhou Mountain. There must be no delay!"

"All Martial Dao True Monarchs, heed my command! You shall immediately depart in all directions to escort and protect our bloodline. If any demons obstruct you, kill them without mercy!"

"Yes!"

Nearly a hundred roars filled with endless killing intent echoed throughout the entire hall.

Nearly a hundred streaks of light shot into the sky from the Martial Ancestor Hall in an instant, heading towards the four extremes of the primordial wilderness!
Once the main hall returned to its former tranquility, Wu Zuyuan slowly turned around.

"The demon race wants to forge the Witch-Slaying Sword. The witch race will not stand idly by."

"However, given the proud nature of the Wu tribe, they might not necessarily start a decisive battle with the demon race ahead of time for the sake of a weak human like me."

"I need to personally go to handle this matter."

(End of this chapter)