Primordial Era: I am a treasure trove, full of magical treasures.

At the scarred werewolf's command, five werewolves pounced simultaneously. Bluish-gray wind patterns rose from their bodies, their speed increased dramatically, and the sound of their claws tearing through the air was piercing and ear-piercing. In past battles, humans had often been quickly routed under such a combined attack.

But things are different today.

Shi Ya shouted in a low voice, "Intercept the formation!"

The fifteen humans responded immediately, not in chaotic dodging, but swiftly and tacitly shifting positions. Three to a group, the five groups instantly formed five simple triangular formations. This was not some profound formation, but a combined attack technique they had developed over thirty years of hunting cooperation, inspired by the "Formation Realm" of the "Martial Path Cave Heaven Scripture"—a technique that combined offense and defense, with each element supporting the other.

The scarred werewolf lunged straight at Stone Tooth, unleashing several pale blue wind blades with its claws. Stone Tooth neither dodged nor evaded, taking a deep breath. The faint vortex of spiritual light in its dantian spun rapidly, and its internal energy, like mercury, surged into its arms. It then slashed down with its battle blade!

"Blood Transmission, Mountain Severing!"

The blade flashed with a crimson light, not from magic, but from the manifestation of blood energy condensed to its extreme. With a "swoosh," it forcefully cleaved apart the two wind blades, its momentum undiminished, and went straight for the werewolf's forearm that was blocking its path.

"Crack!" A sickening sound of bone breaking rang out. The scarred werewolf howled in pain and staggered back, its forearm twisted grotesquely, its eyes showing horror for the first time. This human's power had instantly overwhelmed it? What was that red light on the blade?

Before it could think further, Stone Tooth had already charged forward again, his footwork concise and swift, his blade moving with him in a continuous, relentless motion. The Scarred Werewolf, relying on its wind-elemental talent, dodged repeatedly, but Stone Tooth's blade strikes grew faster and faster, the sound of its surging blood faintly like a tide, making it difficult for it to breathe.

On the other side, the four battle zones were equally intense.

Facing the werewolf's pounce, one of the team members lowered his stance, growled, and his skin gleamed with a bronze sheen. He neither dodged nor evaded, taking the claw's blow head-on with his shoulder and back. "Swoosh—" The beast's claw grazed past, leaving only a few white marks, failing to penetrate deeply. The team member swung his blade backhand, slashing heavily into the werewolf's abdomen. Sparks flew, and the werewolf screamed and rolled away. He grinned: "Blood tempered, tough enough, huh!"

In another group, the three team members coordinated seamlessly. One feinted an attack from the front to draw attention, another quietly circled around to the rear, and the third prepared for action on the flank. As the werewolf pounced on the feinter, the one who circled around suddenly sprang into action, his sword whistling through the air as it swept across the werewolf's knee joint. The werewolf, in pain, lost its balance, and the team member who had been preparing on the flank seized the opening, his long sword flashing like a venomous snake, aimed straight for the werewolf's armpit. "Thud!" The blade pierced the flesh, and the werewolf howled as it collapsed to the ground.

The speed and sharpness that the Kuimu Wolf Clan was so proud of were completely outmatched by the human battle formation and individual strength. These humans far surpassed their understanding in terms of strength, defense, endurance, and teamwork.

The scarred werewolf grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed. It suddenly roared, its body surging with azure light, unleashing its peak Celestial Immortal strength. Undeterred by the depletion of its own essence, it unleashed its innate divine power—the Wind-Splitting Strike! It clasped its claws together, and a highly compressed, buzzing azure wind sphere rapidly condensed, its sharp aura causing the surrounding leaves to shatter silently.

"Die!" the scarred werewolf grinned, pushing the wind ball toward the stone tooth.

Shi Ya's pupils constricted, sensing a deadly threat. His dantian swirled with spiritual light, a sudden inspiration striking him. He activated a wisp of "insight" he had just grasped, though not yet fully refined—an insight he had gleaned from observing the unwavering stillness of the mountains. No runes manifested, but a deep, resolute will flowed into his blood and the battle blade in his hand.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, roaring as he poured all his blood and spirit into the blade, and slashed at the blue wind ball!

"Transform blood into intent, slay!"

The crimson blade light and the cyan wind ball collided with a deafening roar!

"boom--!"

The shockwave exploded, snapping large trees for miles around in half, sending splinters flying. In the dust, the Scar-Eyed Werewolf was sent flying, a deep, bone-revealing gash across its chest, blood gushing forth, the blast having dissipated. It collapsed to the ground, its breath weak, staring incredulously at the figure standing amidst the dust.

Stone Tooth stood with his knife in hand, slightly panting, blood seeping from a gash in his hand, but his eyes remained sharp as ever. His teammates behind him quickly dealt with their respective opponents, the four werewolves either dead or severely wounded, lying on the ground.

In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the outcome of the battle was decided.

Stone Tooth walked up to Scarface Werewolf, pressed his sword against its throat without hesitation, and directly sliced ​​it open like a "watermelon".

Shi Ya sheathed his sword, no longer glancing at the mess on the ground. "Gather the spoils, take those wolf carcasses, and head back," he ordered. The claws, teeth, and bones of the Kui Mu Wolf were excellent materials, especially for those of his tribe who were just beginning to experiment with "inscription," which might provide some inspiration.

The team members skillfully handled the battlefield, their eyes gleaming with the exhilaration of victory and a hint of self-assurance. Thirty years of arduous training culminated in their first test of skill, and the results were even better than anticipated.

When the gathering team returned to the Lieshan tribe with their spoils and minor injuries, the news spread like wildfire. The tribe was in an uproar. People gathered around, touching the corpses of the Kuimu wolves, listening to the team members recount the details of the battle, especially the scene where Shiya clashed head-on with the wolf tribe's innate supernatural power, which was particularly thrilling.

The leader of Lieshan carefully examined the wolf carcasses' wounds and the condition of his team members. He patted Shiya's shoulder forcefully, his eyes gleaming: "Excellent! At the peak of the Blood Transformation Realm and just beginning to grasp the Cave Heaven Realm, combined with battle formations, they actually managed to rout the Kui Mulang patrol team head-on! This method truly is the path to self-strengthening for our human race!"

Soon, the news spread further afield through the inter-tribal communication networks. More and more human tribes, after attempting to cultivate the *Martial Path Cave Scripture*, began to actively confront threats they had previously had to avoid. Small-scale conflicts erupted in various peripheral areas, with humans winning more often than losing. Although there were casualties, each victory greatly boosted morale and confirmed the effectiveness of the "method transmitted by the Father God."

Within the Kuimu Wolf Clan, a wave of astonishment and tremor swept through the ranks. The retreating werewolves brought terrifying news: the individual strength of the humans had surged dramatically, their teamwork was bizarre, and they could even withstand their innate supernatural abilities! The wolf clan's leadership initially refused to believe it, but after several patrols suffered losses, they were forced to confront reality. They could only temporarily shrink their area of ​​activity, observing their suddenly powerful neighbor with growing suspicion and uncertainty.

At Shouyang Mountain, the three ancestors of the human race quickly received feedback from various places.

Looking at the compiled animal hide records, Suirenshi showed satisfaction: "The Blood Transfer Realm has spread the fastest, benefiting hundreds of millions of young men and women, whose physical condition has greatly improved. Although the Cave Heaven Realm is difficult, tens of thousands of outstanding individuals have entered it. This conflict with Kui Mulang is sufficient proof that this method can indeed protect and strengthen the clan."

Youchao nodded: "What's even more commendable is their spirit. In the past, they were more tolerant and sought help when faced with problems, but now they dare to fight, fight well, and win. The idea of ​​self-improvement has taken deep root in people's hearts, just as the Father God said, the human race should strive for self-improvement without ceasing."

However, "humanity should strive for continuous self-improvement."

Ziyi added, "The trend of observation and understanding is growing stronger in various regions. Some people have already made preliminary summaries of several crude mental patterns representing 'strength,' 'speed,' and 'tenacity' from the various strange beasts they hunt. Although these are far from becoming 'inscriptions,' they are a good start. The fact that Shiya of the Lieshan tribe comprehended the meaning of 'mountain' to resist supernatural powers in battle is further proof."

The Third Ancestor knew this was only the beginning. The potential of the *Martial Path Cave Heaven Scripture* was far from being fully explored, and the overall cultivation level of the human race was still very low. But this initial step was solid and powerful. It not only brought about an increase in martial prowess but also reshaped the human race's spirit—from relying on protection to believing in their own hands and wisdom, from living scattered for survival to consciously uniting, exploring, and striving.

A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. The human race's "martial path" has taken its first blood-stained but resolute step. The secrets of the hidden realms and the flames of civilization are quietly being nurtured in these footsteps.