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

Chapter 73 Kong Xuan Descends the Mountain

Outside the Kunpeng Palace in the Northern Sea, the wind and snow howled, cutting like knives.

The three progenitors of humankind—Suiren, Youchao, and Ziyi—knelt on the icy plain, weeping and kowtowing. Their mournful cries sounded so helpless and desolate in the wind and snow.

They placed their last hope in the holy master who had single-handedly guided them onto the path of cultivation.

"Squeak"

After an unknown amount of time, the tightly closed palace gates finally opened slowly.

However, it was not the Kunpeng Saint Master they had been eagerly awaiting who stepped out, but the Xuanhan Boy with an air of frost between his brows.

Xuan Han looked at the Third Ancestor kneeling on the ground, a hint of pity flashing in his eyes, but he still conveyed the decree expressionlessly: "My Lordship has said:"

"Humanity is destined to face this calamity; it is the pain of transformation, and none can escape it."

"A towering tree cannot be grown in a greenhouse. Without the baptism of blood and fire, how can it bear the destiny of the future protagonist of heaven and earth?"

Boom!

These few cold and ruthless words struck the heart of the Third Ancestor like a thunderbolt from the heavens.

Not entirely avoidable?

The pain of transformation?

Are those hundreds of millions of compatriots who died just a cold number, a necessary sacrifice, in the eyes of the Holy Master?

"No—why—even the Holy Teacher—"

Ziyi burst into tears, her delicate body went limp, and she almost fainted.

Suirenshi's once hopeful eyes dimmed completely at this moment, turning into endless despair and deathly silence.

Even the last hope has been extinguished.

Is humanity truly doomed today?

Just when the Third Patriarch felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave and was in utter despair.

A grand, majestic, yet warm voice, like the celestial voice of the Great Dao, slowly emanated from the depths of the Kunpeng Palace, resounding within their primordial spirits: "Ran."

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"Since I have received the name of your holy teacher and enjoyed the fortune of the human race, I shall protect your foundation so that it may never perish and your flame may live on forever."

This sudden turn of events caused the Third Patriarch to abruptly raise his head, and a spark of hope rekindled in his lifeless eyes.

"Where is Kong Xuan?!"

With a cry from Kunpeng, a five-colored stream of light shot into the sky from the side hall.

A handsome young man, dressed in a colorful brocade robe and exuding an air of arrogance, slowly walked out.

He bowed respectfully towards the main hall, saying, "Disciple is here!"

The next moment, a stream of dark yellow light flew out from the depths of the main hall and landed steadily in front of Kong Xuan, transforming into an apricot-yellow banner embroidered with ten thousand golden lotuses.

"You shall take this Central Yellow Banner of Earth and Earth, and follow the Three Ancestors of the Human Race to Shouyang Mountain immediately."

"Use this flag as the boundary, and enclose a vast territory!"

Kunpeng's unquestionable voice rang out once more, carrying an iron will of decisive ruthlessness: "Issue my decree:"

"Within this banner lies the forbidden territory of our Demonic Cult, the last spark of humanity."

"If the demon race's Heavenly Court dares to cross this line—"

"Kill without mercy!"

"As for those beyond the flag—let them be, I will not concern myself with them."

These words, though cruel, also gave humanity a glimmer of hope.

Upon hearing this, the Third Patriarch was filled with mixed emotions of sorrow and joy.

Tragically, this means that the Holy Master is determined not to save the hundreds of millions of compatriots outside the banner.

The good news is that, at least, Shouyang Mountain, the last piece of pure land and the last foundation of the human race, has been preserved!

In this cruel and desolate world, to have done this much is already an immense act of kindness.

"Disciple—weeping with blood, I bow in gratitude to the Holy Master!"

Despite the excruciating pain in his heart, Suirenshi, along with Youchaoshi and Ziyishi, kowtowed three times heavily before the Kunpeng Palace.

They knew that this was the limit of what the Holy Master could do for them.

After all, Kunpeng is the ancestor of demons, not the ancestor of humans.

"Kong Xuan, go."

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"Yes, Master!"

Kong Xuan accepted the apricot-yellow flag, his proud eyes gleaming with excitement.

This is his first battle after descending the mountain. His master has entrusted him with such an important task, and he must not let his master down!

"My three senior uncles, there's no time to lose, let's go!"

With a wave of his sleeve, Kong Xuan unleashed a five-colored divine light that swept up the three ancestors, transforming them into a streak of light that rushed back to Shouyang Mountain at an almost instantaneous speed.

Meanwhile, outside Shouyang Mountain.

The air was already thick with the sounds of battle, and rivers of blood flowed.

After sweeping through dozens of outlying tribes, the demon saint Jiuying and Guiche finally turned their attention to this last gathering place of the human race.

"Hehehe, such rich blood and energy! Such vigorous vitality!"

The nine heads of the ghost carriage stretched out simultaneously, greedily sniffing the unique Northern Darkness Immortal Technique aura in the air.

"The guys here seem different from those spineless wimps outside."

"Perfect! The more abundant the essence and blood, the better the effect of forging the Witch-Slaying Sword!"

Jiuying grinned maliciously and no longer hesitated.

"My men! Charge in! Wipe out all these humans, leave no one alive!"

"roar--!"

Millions of demon soldiers, like a black tide, launched a frenzied attack on the Northern Dark Ice Formation personally set up by Kunpeng at Shouyang Mountain.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The sorcery and the formation collided, unleashing a deafening roar.

Although the formation was sturdy, it was already teetering on the brink of collapse under the relentless attacks of two quasi-saint level demon saints and millions of demon soldiers, and was covered with cracks.

"A mere human formation dares to try and stop my Heavenly Court army?"

"Break!"

Jiuying and Guiche exchanged a glance, simultaneously manifesting their ten-thousand-foot-tall demonic bodies, gathering their primordial demonic power, and preparing to unleash a thunderous strike to completely shatter the tortoise shell.

At this critical moment.

"Buzz"

A streak of dark yellow light descended from the sky, seemingly transcending the distance of time and space!

The light landed and transformed into an apricot-yellow banner, which swelled in the wind and instantly enveloped the entire vast territory of Shouyang Mountain.

"Immunized by any law!"

Ten thousand golden lotuses appeared out of thin air, layer upon layer, protecting the shattering Xuanbing Grand Array within.

The devastating attack from Jiuying and Guiche struck the golden lotus light screen, but it vanished without a trace, like a mud ox sinking into the sea, only causing a ripple before disappearing completely.

"What?! This is—the Central Plains Apricot Yellow Banner?!"

The two demon saints' pupils shrank sharply, their faces filled with disbelief.

This is a priceless treasure bestowed upon the Eastern King Duke by the Dao Ancestor. How could it appear here?

"Who is it?!"

They looked up in surprise and disbelief.

On the golden lotus light screen, a young man dressed in a colorful brocade robe, with an aloof and cold expression, stood with his hands behind his back.

Although he was only at the early stage of the Great Luo realm, his domineering gaze made even two quasi-saint level Great Demon Saints feel a chill in their hearts.

"By order of the Demon Ancestor."

Kong Xuan spoke slowly, his voice clear and cold like jade, yet carrying an undeniable majesty: "Within this banner lies the place protected by my master."

"Those who cross the line—"

A five-colored divine light flashed in Kong Xuan's eyes, revealing his murderous intent: "Die!"