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

Ten days in a row!

These ten "little suns," having broken free of their cages, initially tumbled and roared wildly in the star field near the Sun Star, venting their millennia of pent-up frustration and the ecstatic joy of sudden freedom. Their golden-red solar fire erupted uncontrollably, instantly turning several barren stars and meteorite belts in their path into wisps of smoke. The intense light and heat distorted billions of miles of void, disrupting the originally orderly stellar force field.

"How wonderful! Hahaha! This is where we belong!" The Second Prince roared, flapping his wings and stirring up a towering wave of fire.

"Big brother, look over there! Is that the Primordial Land? It's so vast!" Xiao Liu pointed to the Primordial Land below, which presented a magnificent outline in the starry sky, his golden eyes filled with endless curiosity and a desire to explore.

The eldest prince took a deep breath of the scorching starlight, suppressing his initial excitement and striving to maintain the composure of an elder brother: "Now that we have emerged, we must act cautiously. Father will surely be furious if he finds out. However... we are no longer the naive children we once were. We possess the power of the peak Taiyi realm and command the true fire of the sun. What is there to fear? Perhaps... we should first go and take a look at the edge of the earth? I've heard that there are countless living beings there; it's quite interesting."

"Yes! Let's go take a look!"

"Let those living beings also feel the majesty of the sun!"

"Where we go, light will shine!"

The proposal was met with an immediate and enthusiastic response from all the brothers. Having been isolated for millennia, their yearning for the vast world was deeply ingrained. Now freed and feeling their strength had greatly increased, the young and impetuous brothers no longer cared about the potential wrath or prohibitions of the Emperor. Driven by a mixture of boasting, exploration, and a slight urge to "prove themselves," the ten brothers no longer lingered near the Sun Star. Instead, they formed a slightly loose yet still awe-inspiring straight line, restraining some of their unrestrained true fire, and began… a celestial patrol towards the primordial land!

They didn't rush directly into the primordial wilderness, but instead began to circle and soar along the edge of the sky at a relatively "slow" speed, yet still far exceeding the speed of ordinary Golden Immortals. Wherever they passed, the sky seemed to ignite! Although the ten "suns" were far smaller than real suns, their essence was the purest bloodline of the Sun Star Lords, nurtured by Di Jun and Wang Shu. The true solar fire they emitted was incomparably pure, with concentrated heat. The ten suns stacked together created a terrifying level of intensity and heat!

The primordial land began to "burn" at a speed visible to the naked eye!

First, the sky. The once azure or star-studded heavens were dyed a blinding golden-red, as if the sky itself were on fire. The clouds evaporated instantly, the water vapor was directly decomposed, and the atmosphere violently turbulent, forming scorching and twisting hurricanes.

Then came the earth. Ten suns blazed overhead, their rays relentless. Grass and trees withered and burned at an alarming rate, transforming into towering, sprawling wildfires. Rivers, lakes, and seas visibly receded, billowing white mists that blotted out the sun. Many shallow areas quickly dried up, and fish, shrimp, turtles, and crabs struggled and perished in the scalding mud. Exposed rocks were baked red and cracked, and some water-rich swamps and wetlands were reduced to scorched, cracked earth.

Countless birds and beasts, plant spirits, and even some creatures with low cultivation levels who had not yet taken human form or awakened their intelligence perished in droves under the sudden, terrifying heat, far exceeding that of the ordinary "scorching sun." Wailing cries filled the air, corpses littered the ground, and the stench of burning flesh permeated the air. Many tribes that relied on the night, shade, or specific environments for survival faced annihilation in an instant. Even small human tribes and spirit villages with simple protective formations saw their protective shields rapidly depleted and teetering on the brink of collapse.

"It's hot...so hot!"

"My God! How come there are so many more suns?!"

"The water! The water's gone!"

"Help!"

Desperate cries and terrified flees played out in many corners of the primordial land. This was no ordinary natural disaster, but a scorching catastrophe on the verge of annihilation! The immeasurable baleful aura seemed to be ignited by these ten true fires, becoming even more violent and boiling.

The primordial land was like a purgatory.

North of Buzhou Mountain, a million miles away, there was a tribe of witches. Their leader was the great witch "Kuafu"—a thousand feet tall, with muscles bulging like dragon veins, bronze skin, and holding a "peach wood staff".

At this moment, the Plains of Chasing the Sun were unrecognizable. The once lush plains, with their towering trees and abundant water, had been transformed into a boundless inferno under the scorching heat of the ten suns. The crisscrossing rivers were nearly dried up, revealing cracked riverbeds; countless ancient peach trees, their leaves scorched and curled, many already ablaze with raging wildfires, black smoke billowing into the sky; the earth was riddled with bottomless ravines, the heat distorting the view; the many giant beasts kept by the tribe lay dead across the plains, their flesh charred black; many of the less powerful shamans, despite their robust physiques, had succumbed to the heat, dehydration, and the depletion of the earth's spiritual veins, collapsing to the ground, their cries of agony echoing across the plains.

Kuafu stood in the center of the tribe, atop the altar built of massive stones, now scorching hot. He was shirtless, his bronze skin covered in fine beads of sweat that instantly evaporated in the intense heat. He looked up at the sky, his eyes, as heavy as the earth itself, reflecting the ten blinding "suns" aligned in a line, slowly moving across the heavens, and the desolate homeland below. Anger, grief, and bewilderment surged and churned within him like magma.

"Chief! The river to the east has completely dried up!"

"More than a dozen more tribespeople have fainted from the heat! The water... is completely gone!"

The bad news kept coming, each one like a heavy hammer blow to Kuafu's heart, and to the countless pairs of desperate yet hopeful eyes around him. They were the Wu tribe, descendants of Pangu, children of the earth! When had they ever suffered such humiliation and torment? And this disaster came from the sky, from the "sun" that should have illuminated all things, but had now transformed into a demon of destruction!

"Demon race... Emperor Jun! You have allowed your son to commit atrocities and wreak havoc on the common people. This enmity is irreconcilable!" Kuafu roared to the sky, his voice mixed with the boundless evil energy of the earth, breaking through the heat wave and resonating faintly in the direction of Buzhou Mountain. He tightly gripped the black iron and peach wood staff that had accompanied him in countless battles, the staff creaking under his weight.

"Chief! What do we do? Are we just going to stand by and watch our homes be destroyed and our people burned to death?" a young high priest asked in a hoarse voice, his eyes bloodshot.

Kuafu's gaze returned to the ten slowly moving "suns," which seemed to be mercilessly mocking the creatures of the earth. A crazy, resolute thought, yet consistent with the indomitable, heaven-defying nature in his Wu clan bloodline, ignited in his heart like wildfire, instantly overwhelming all reason and the fear of death.

"Since they have wreaked havoc on the primordial world created by our Father God..." Kuafu's voice lowered, yet carried a terrifying calmness like that of a collapsing mountain, "then I will go and kill them!"

Kuafu said no more, and suddenly slammed his wooden staff down! "Boom!" The altar trembled violently, and cracks spread everywhere. Kuafu's thousand-foot-tall body erupted with a soaring earth-yellow aura of killing intent, mixed with an indomitable fighting spirit and a determination to die, which temporarily repelled the scorching heat waves around him.

"After I leave, you must immediately organize your people and retreat towards the ancestral land of Buzhou Mountain! As many as you can leave, leave!" Kuafu took one last look at the homeland that gave him birth and nurtured him, now reduced to scorched earth, and at his people whose faces were filled with sorrow. A deep longing and pain flashed in his eyes, which were then completely overwhelmed by endless anger and determination.

"roar--!!!"

With a roar that shook mountains and rivers, Kuafu's thousand-foot-tall body suddenly rose from the ground! He did not fly—the Wu tribe did not cultivate the primordial spirit and were mostly unskilled in long-distance flight. But he possessed the power of the earth! His feet slammed heavily onto the ground, each step causing the earth for a hundred miles to rumble. Using the force of the earth's recoil, his body shot into the sky like a cannonball, tracing a tragic arc as he chased after the ten "suns" in the sky! At the same time, the earth-evil energy around him circulated wildly, resonating weakly with the remaining spiritual veins of the earth beneath his feet, forming a strange pull that made his speed increase, beginning the true "chasing of the suns"!

"Chief!!!" The cries of the shamans below shook the heavens, but they could only watch helplessly as that towering figure charged headlong into the source of destruction, into an almost inevitable death.

In the sky, ten little golden crows soared freely. They had gradually moved away from the sun star, wandering along the edge of the earth for several days. Wherever they passed, the land was scorched and all living beings wailed. This feeling of controlling destruction and dominating all living beings made their excitement of being freed from their cages swell even more. Occasionally, they would see the struggle and death of the tiny creatures on the earth below. Perhaps a strange feeling would pass through their hearts, but it would soon be replaced by the arrogant thought, "We are children of the sun, shining on all things. Some mortals cannot bear the sun's grace and deserve to perish."

"Huh? Big brother, it looks like there's a big guy chasing us down there?" Sharp-eyed Xiao Qi spotted the figure soaring into the sky below, radiating a strong earth-evil aura.

"Hmph, overestimating himself." The eldest prince's golden eyes swept over them, sensing that Kuafu was merely a Great Witch (equivalent to a Great Luo Golden Immortal), and a member of the Witch Clan. He already harbored little goodwill towards the Witch Clan, and now his disdain only intensified. "A mere barbarian from the Witch Clan dares to pursue us? Speed ​​up, shake him off!"

The ten brothers let out a long cry, and with a slight burst of solar true fire from their bodies, their speed suddenly increased. As golden crows, they were born to control solar true fire and light, and their flight speed was already extremely fast. Now, with this deliberate acceleration, they instantly became like ten golden lightning bolts streaking across the sky.

However, having resolved to kill these golden crows, Kuafu had no way out! He burned his life essence, frantically squeezing out every ounce of his great witch power. Every time his feet sank into the air, thunderous roars erupted, and his speed was surprisingly fast, relentlessly pursuing the ten golden crows! Each time he propelled himself forward, he covered tens of thousands of miles! One man and ten suns engaged in an extremely fierce chase across the primordial sky!

The intense, pervasive heat was the first and most brutal test Kuafu faced. Though he possessed the body of a Great Witch, harder than divine iron, and protected by the earth's malevolent energy, being chased so closely and exposed to the scorching heat of the sun emanating from ten peak-level Taiyi Golden Crows felt like being at the core of a star! His skin began to sizzle, turning from bronze to crimson, then carbonizing, cracking, and emitting wisps of smoke. His hair had long since turned to ash, and his eyes, scorched by the intense light, bled and blurred his vision. Every breath he took was of air hot enough to ignite his lungs! But he gritted his teeth, his eyes blazing, relying on the incredible vitality and willpower of the Witch Clan, relentlessly pursuing them, refusing to retreat an inch!

Thirst! The extreme heat brought extreme thirst. The water in his body evaporated rapidly, his blood thickened, and his throat felt like it had swallowed burning coals. During the chase, he had crossed several rivers that hadn't completely dried up, plunging down and opening his massive jaws like a whale sucking water, instantly drinking the entire river dry! But that little bit of water, after ten days of baking heat, was like a drop in the ocean, instantly turning into rising white steam that seeped from his cracked skin. He was thirsty, thirsty to the point that his soul was burning, thirsty to the point that he wanted to drink his own blood! But he couldn't stop; stopping meant all his previous efforts were in vain, meant the revenge for his homeland would never be achieved!

Exhausted! The pursuit that burned the very essence of his life was devastating to his body. His muscles groaned, his bones creaked, and his internal organs felt like they were being roasted in a furnace. Each step he took to gain leverage felt like squeezing out the last drop of strength. But the burning rage within him, the desire to avenge his homeland and fight for his people, and the indomitable fighting spirit deep within his witch bloodline sustained him, allowing him to unleash every ounce of potential, even pushing himself beyond his limits!

One day, two days, three days... Kuafu chased after the ten golden crows, traversing countless billions of miles of primordial sky. He drank the water from dozens of great rivers along the way, crushed countless mountains for leverage, and his body was already scorched beyond recognition by the true fire of the sun, resembling a charred skeleton. Only his eyes still burned with an indomitable flame, fixedly locked on the ten dazzling golden lights ahead.

The Ten Golden Crows, initially dismissive, gradually felt the pressure, even... a trace of fear. Was this barbarian from the Witch Clan insane?! Pursuing so recklessly, enduring such terrifying burning and exhaustion, yet he hadn't fallen?! Just how tenacious was his vitality?! Gradually, a sense of irritation and killing intent began to grow in the Golden Crows' hearts.

"Brother, this barbarian is a persistent nuisance! He's so annoying! Perhaps..." The second prince, with his fiery temper, had golden flames flickering in his eyes.

The Crown Prince watched the approaching figures behind him, charred and broken yet still radiating an astonishing obsession and threat. He glanced down at the increasingly desolate earth below, scarred by their rampage. The unease that had arisen from their reckless actions was finally overwhelmed by his frustration and the urge to establish his authority. His golden eyes flashed coldly: "Since they've chosen their own death, then so be it! Brothers, form the 'Ten Suns Across the Sky' formation, gather your true fire, and deliver the final blow!"

"good!"

Ten golden crows cried out, no longer flying in a straight line, but rapidly changing positions in the air to form a profound formation—the "Ten Suns Across the Sky," a combined attack formation of the Sun Star Lord lineage, inherited from their bloodline! Once this formation was complete, the true solar fire of the ten golden crows no longer dispersed, but instead connected, superimposed, and amplified, converging into a dark golden pillar of fire with a diameter of over a hundred miles, pure to the extreme, and so hot that it seemed capable of incinerating everything in the void and melting space itself. Like a spear of divine punishment, it shot towards Kuafu, who was relentlessly pursuing them!

"Barbarians! Prepare to die!"

This strike has already surpassed the scope of ordinary Taiyi Golden Immortals, and faintly touched upon the power of the Great Luo! It is also the ultimate manifestation of the true source of the Sun Fire!

Kuafu's pupils constricted sharply! The shadow of death loomed over him instantly! But he did not retreat, nor could he retreat! The last glimmer in his eyes was the scorched earth of his homeland, the wails of his people, and the indomitable fighting spirit of the Wu tribe!

"I am Kuafu of the Wu tribe—!!!"

With his last strength, he let out a final roar, no longer trying to dodge, but instead pouring all his broken body, all his strength, and his indomitable will into the black iron peach wood staff in his hand, which was also scorched black but he never let go of it, and smashed it fiercely towards the pillar of destructive flames!

That was the earth's roar, its final struggle against the raging flames of the sky!

"boom------!!!"

An indescribable, terrifying explosion resounded across the primordial sky! The dark golden true fire of the sun collided and annihilated with the earthy yellow evil energy of the witch clan, turning the space within a radius of tens of thousands of miles into complete chaos. The violent energy turbulence swept in all directions, directly shattering several nearby small stars into dust!

The light faded.

The charred, broken, and almost inhuman Kuafu fell helplessly from the epicenter of the explosion, like a kite with a broken string. The black iron peach wood staff that had accompanied him throughout his life shattered inch by inch, eventually turning into ashes. His life force, like a candle in the wind, rapidly dimmed.

His charred lips twitched almost imperceptibly, carrying with them endless resentment and regret, yet also a hint of relief. His final gaze seemed to pierce through the void, looking towards Mount Buzhou, towards the Wilderness of Chasing the Sun that gave him birth and nurtured him, before finally fading into complete darkness.

Kuafu's body did not fall directly to the ground. During his descent, the last vestiges of his life essence, along with the peachwood staff, transformed into points of light that merged into the primordial chaos. The scorched earth revived, and the cracks healed. Saplings sprouted from the soil, growing rapidly in the wind, instantly transforming into extraordinary peach trees, hundreds of feet tall, with lush branches and leaves, and bursting with vibrant blossoms! The peach trees formed a forest, stretching for thousands of miles, lush and verdant, their blossoms in full bloom, exuding vitality and a refreshing fragrance. A cool mist wafted from the depths of the peach forest, nourishing the parched land. This newly born, vibrant "peach forest" stood in stark contrast to the surrounding scorched earth, still parched by ten days of heat.

"Hmph, finally dead. The Great Witch of the Witch Clan is nothing more than this." In the sky, the ten golden crows withdrew from their formation. The eldest prince coldly glanced at the suddenly appearing peach grove below, his eyes filled with arrogance and disdain for the Witch Clan.

However, at this very moment—

"You beasts! You all deserve to die—!!!"