Primordial Era: Reborn as Kunpeng, starting by swallowing the Styx River

Chapter 72 The Three Ancestors Seek Aid

With the cold and ruthless secret order issued by Emperor Jun, a bloody catastrophe targeting the newly emerging races of the prehistoric world officially began.

The demon army, which had been confronting the witch clan head-on, suddenly and silently withdrew most of its forces one day. Only Taiyi was left to lead a portion of the main force to fight against the ancestral witches, while the ten demon saints transformed into shadowy figures, leading billions of elite troops, and disappeared into the horizon of the primordial world.

They did not go to Shouyang Mountain, the human race's stronghold.

Not only are the three ancestors of the human race stationed there, but it is also close to the Northern Sea. No one knows whether the capricious demon ancestor will suddenly intervene.

The Ten Demon Saints' target was the small and medium-sized tribes scattered throughout the prehistoric world due to population growth.

Most of these tribes live far from the East China Sea and migrated in search of new living space. More than 90% of these tribes chose to practice the "Golden Elixir Path" passed down by Laozi due to geographical reasons.

"Hehehe, found it!"

The nine ferocious heads of the demon saint Jiuying emerged from the clouds, looking down at a human village with about 100,000 people, where smoke was rising from the chimneys.

"The atmosphere here is different from that of Shouyang Mountain. Everyone here has weak blood and energy, but their primordial spirits are quite remarkable."

"Let's do it!"

At Jiuying's command, tens of thousands of demon soldiers descended from the sky like locusts, emitting cruel and eerie laughter.

"Demons—the demon race has arrived!"

The humans in the tribe were instantly thrown into panic.

Although they had cultivated the Golden Core Dao, they had only been practicing for a short time, and most of them had not even completed the Foundation Establishment stage. How could they possibly be a match for these ferocious and battle-hardened demon soldiers?

"Quickly! Go and request the decree of the Supreme Sage!"

The tribe's chieftain, an elderly man with white hair, knelt trembling before the simple statue of Taiqing in the center of the tribe, kowtowing and praying repeatedly.

However, the clay statue did not react at all.

The demon soldiers' blades had already fallen.

"Pfft!"

A young cultivator who had just begun to cultivate Qi mustered his courage and summoned a flying sword, only to have it easily shattered by a wolf demon. Then, the wolf demon opened its blood-red maw and swallowed the young man, along with his primordial spirit, whole.

"Ah—! Help!"

"Sage! Why won't the sage save us!"

Cries, wails, and pleas for help echoed through the sky.

These humans, who cultivated the Golden Core Dao, were gentle and unassuming. Faced with this sudden and devastating catastrophe, they couldn't even muster a semblance of resistance.

This was a massacre with no suspense whatsoever.

The demon soldiers grinned maliciously as they tore living humans to pieces, extracting their souls and stuffing them into specially made demon-refining pots.

The elderly, women, and children—none were spared.

In just one hour, this tribe of 100,000 people was transformed into a desolate hell on earth.

And this is just the beginning.

Shouyang Mountain, Bajing Palace.

Taiqing Laozi sat cross-legged on the Wind and Fire Futon, his eyes slightly closed.

The tragic state of the human race below, and their heart-wrenching cries, could not escape the discerning eyes of this sage.

For the first time, a hint of struggle and reluctance appeared on his face, which was usually devoid of joy or sorrow.

"Teacher, why didn't you help?"

Grand Master Xuandu, standing to the side, looked at the tragic scene reflected in the water mirror and broke out in a cold sweat. "Those are your followers, the foundation of the Human Sect!"

Lao Tzu slowly opened his eyes, his gaze as deep as the starry sky, indifferent and devoid of any emotion.

"The workings of Heaven are governed by a predetermined order."

"Humanity is destined to face this calamity; it is a sign that without destruction, there can be no construction."

"If I were to take action, I would be going against the will of Heaven, forging a blood feud with the demon race, which would be of no benefit to the overall situation."

"Moreover—" A glint of light flashed in Lao Tzu's eyes, "this is also a test. If one cannot even overcome this tribulation, how can one claim to be a protagonist of heaven and earth?"

Having said that, Lao Tzu closed his eyes again, waved his whisk, and the gates of the Eight Views Palace slammed shut.

The highest form of detachment from emotions is not the absence of feelings, but rather the view that all things are like straw dogs.

In his eyes, the life and death of these humans were nothing more than a pawn on the chessboard of Heaven.

With the closure of the Eight Views Palace, those humans on the Golden Core Dao who had been struggling and waiting for the sage's rescue were utterly desperate.

"The saint has abandoned us."

"Hahaha! What's the use of cultivating this Golden Core Dao? You can't even save your own life!"

"What talk of tranquility and inaction! It's all a lie! The Holy Master is right, only power is fundamental!"

Countless humans uttered their final curses before they died.

"boom!!!"

From the depths of the darkness, a mournful cry echoed across the sky.

The golden dragon of human destiny, which was coiled in the Taiqing Heaven outside the Thirty-Three Heavens, suddenly trembled at this moment, and the light around it instantly dimmed by 30%!

Faith collapses, and fortune turns against you!

The Human Sect, whose fortune had already been partially taken away by Kunpeng, suffered even more from this battle.

Meanwhile, the demon race's slaughter did not stop.

They searched for human tribes across the vast wilderness like madmen, leaving rivers of blood and wailing souls wherever they went.

Finally, this overwhelming stench of blood alarmed the three ancestors of the human race who were in seclusion on Shouyang Mountain.

"Oh no! Something's happened to our people!"

Suirenshi suddenly stood up, took a step, and arrived at the summit of Shouyang Mountain.

When he saw the scenes of human tragedy reflected in the water mirror, this usually composed human leader trembled with rage, his eyes turning bloodshot.

"Demon race! Di Jun! Tai Yi!"

"Our human race has no grudge against you, why would you commit such a heinous act!"

Youchao and Yi were also in tears, their hearts aching.

"No! We must go and save them!" Ziyi said, choking back tears.

"It's too late."

Looking at the vast army of demons that filled the prehistoric world, Suirenshi's eyes were filled with despair and helplessness.

With just the three Taiyi Golden Immortals and the million clansmen of Shouyang Mountain, rushing out would be nothing more than a drop in the ocean, and might even extinguish the last spark of hope.

"Where is the Sage Taiqing? Why is he not taking action?" Youchao asked in grief and indignation.

"The Sage—the Sage has already closed the mountain gates." Suirenshi gave a bitter laugh, his heart turning cold.

At this most desperate moment, a majestic figure suddenly appeared in Suirenshi's mind: sitting in the Beiming Palace, with an indifferent expression yet bestowing power upon them.

Holy Master!

"Yes! We still have the Holy Master!"

A glimmer of hope rekindled in Suirenshi's eyes.

"Quickly! Follow me to the Northern Sea! We must see the Holy Master!"

He dared not delay for a moment, and pulled up Youchao and Ziyi, transforming them into three streaks of light, and flew with all his might toward the distant north.

In the Northern Sea, before the Kunpeng Palace.

The wind and snow continue.

Three disheveled figures descended from the sky and knelt heavily outside the palace gate.

"Your disciple, Suiren (also known as Youchao or Ziyi), weeps blood as I kowtow to your holy teacher!"

"Holy Master, have mercy! Save my people!"

Suirenshi slammed his head heavily against the hard ice, and his blood instantly stained the white snow.

"The demon race is insane, slaughtering my people and extracting their souls. The human race is on the verge of extinction!"

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