I, the primordial ancestor, started out as a useless cult and a useless saint.

Chapter 11: The Human Race's Destiny Was Released Ahead of Schedule (Please Read On!!)

Like a bolt from the blue, countless powerful beings from the primordial era were terrified, feeling as if they had just escaped death. The demon race experts almost fell to the ground. What kind of ability is it to bring down a saint?

No one thinks Ye Yang is talking nonsense now. The Holy Mother of Humanity and the leader of the Human Cult have both been taken down by Ye Yang. How can they compare to a saint?

Nuwa, amidst the chaos, nearly stumbled.

"Ye Yang, I've got it."

Nuwa felt a surge of hatred; if she didn't bring down Ye Yang, she would be unworthy of being a saint.

Ye Yang stretched out one hand, and suddenly a stream of blood spurted out as he shouted:

"This oath is made."

Randomly, all that could be seen was the blood oath scattered in the air. Suddenly, thunder roared and lightning flashed across the sky. In that instant, all the demon race seemed to sense something, as if they had been bound by some kind of shackle, but it was all gone in a flash.

"What did I just sense?"

"What just happened? It was like a bolt from the blue!"

I know I have feelings, but I don't know exactly what those feelings are.

Then Ye Yang suddenly looked at the Twelve Ancestral Witches, which immediately made them feel awe. The Twelve Ancestral Witches, who were originally fearless, were now afraid of Ye Yang.

It wasn't that the Twelve Ancestral Witches dared not attack Ye Yang, but rather that Ye Yang was too strange at this moment. On one hand, the human race was thriving, and on the other hand, offending the human race at this time would mean certain death, and an incurable one at that.

On the other hand, Ye Yang actually alarmed their father god Pangu. The twelve ancestral witches were not afraid of anything except Pangu's incursions into the world. Now that Ye Yang could alarm Pangu, how could they not be afraid?

In particular, the ancestral witch Houtu was suddenly struck by a flash of inspiration.

"The Witch Clan".

Ye Yang roared, making the Twelve Ancestral Witches realize, "Wait, I'm the Ancestral Witch! My Witch Clan fears neither heaven nor earth, why would we be afraid of a human?"

Thus, the malevolent energy of heaven and earth has begun to take effect. The twelve ancestral witches were already ignorant of divination, and now, with the added chaos of heavenly secrets, their malevolent energy has become even more overwhelming.

"Human Ye Yang, what do you want to do? We, the Twelve Ancestral Witches, fear no challenge."

The Ancestral Witch Emperor Jiang roared in fury, his murderous aura becoming increasingly palpable. Ye Yang could see that every creature of the Witch Clan was engulfed in a layer of black flames, creating an ever-growing sense of terror.

"That's right, we, the Twelve Ancestral Witches, are not afraid of any challenge. At worst, we can return to the embrace of the Father God."

Ye Yang gave a cold laugh. Return to the embrace of the Father God? One must be qualified for that. Ye Yang then said:

"Witch Clan, you slaughtered humans to forge the Demon-Slaying Sword, causing countless human lives to perish. This is the blood debt your Witch Clan owes, and now it is time for you to pay it back."

Ye Yang slowly flew forward, not afraid at all that the Twelve Ancestral Witches would make a move.

"However, considering that the Great God Pangu awakened at the critical moment to protect the human race, it was not enough. Such a blood debt almost led to the extinction of the human race."

Suddenly, Houtu stepped forward and roared:

"Ye Yang, what do you want?"

With a cold smile, Ye Yang had already begun to calculate in his heart. There was no absolute hatred in the primordial land, but there was absolute benefit. Ye Yang's scheming was not as good as that of the saints of the heavens, nor as good as that of the great powers of the primordial land, but Ye Yang held the script, which was an absolute cheat code.

Looking up at the sky, as if gazing into the depths of chaos, Ye Yang smiled slightly, a plan already formed in his mind:

"Twelve Ancestral Witches, you should return to the Ancestral Witch Temple. After I have settled the human race, I will come back to you to repay the blood debt to the human race."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Yang turned and left, leaving the Twelve Ancestral Witches looking at each other in bewilderment. In the end, they could only leave helplessly.

Then Ye Yang suddenly looked in a certain direction and shouted loudly:

"Great Immortal Zhen Yuanzi, I know you have been paying attention all along. I have a request to make. The human race is weak and frail. I hope you will take care of us for a hundred years. I would be eternally grateful."

Unfortunately, although Ye Yang is the progenitor of humanity, he has no other means besides being blessed with good fortune. Now that the human race is weak, they can only rely on the help of other powerful beings.

The powerful beings of the primordial era also heard these words. "A favor to ask? You are already the ancestor of humanity, yet you still need others to lend a hand?" All the powerful beings understood that although the great calamity of humanity had passed, humanity had offended the sages of the heavens and shaken their interests. If they were to help humanity now, wouldn't that be going against the sages?

They knew they didn't have the guts, and neither did Zhen Yuanzi, but they didn't want to offend the human race. Then, a faint voice drifted over:

"Ancestor, you are too kind. The great calamity of humanity has passed, and humanity is destined to prosper. Why should I, Zhen Yuanzi, need to intervene?"

However, how could Ye Yang give up so easily? He said directly:

"Otherwise, the human race will face further calamities. We hope that the Great Immortal Zhen Yuanzi will protect a portion of the human race for a hundred years. In exchange for the Great Immortal Zhen Yuanzi's possession of the Earth Book, the human race can offer the Great Immortal Zhen Yuanzi as the Ancestor of Earth Immortals. As long as the Primordial World remains intact, the Ancestor of Earth Immortals will not die. If that is still not enough, I, Ye Yang, can inform Hongyun of his whereabouts."

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In a flash, an astonishing aura appeared within the Wuzhuang Temple, indicating at least a Quasi-Saint.

"Ancestor of Humanity, is this true? Do you know the whereabouts of my friend Hongyun?"

"Of course, there is absolutely no deception. If the Great Immortal Zhen Yuanzi can protect the human race for a hundred years, I will definitely inform you after a hundred years."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhen Yuanzi waved his hand, and a portion of the human race was swept away in his sleeve.

"In that case, Zhen Yuanzi is willing to believe the words of the Ancestor of Humanity and wait for news a hundred years from now."

brush--.

They vanished without a trace, leaving Ye Yang envious. Truly, it was the work of immortals.

There were indeed many powerful beings in the primordial world, but they were not just randomly chosen. Suddenly, one of them roared towards the sea of ​​blood:

"Ancestor Styx, would you be willing to take care of the human race? If so, I will grant you the opportunity to become a saint a hundred years from now."

Holy crap!

Instantly, the powerful beings of the primordial era were shaken.

"The opportunity to become a saint?"

"The Ancestor of Humanity actually had the opportunity to become a saint?"

In a flash, a murderous aura shot skyward from the sea of ​​blood:

"Hmph, Ancestor of Humanity, I already possess the Asura realm and have grasped the path to sainthood. Don't try to deceive me."

However, Ye Yang laughed and said:

"Is that really so? Ancestor Styx, as the Ancestor of Humanity, I tell you that your opportunity is fake. Without the Primordial Purple Qi, you cannot become a Heavenly Saint. Unless the Dao Ancestor Hongjun permits it, only I can help you become a saint. If you are willing, then help me protect a part of the human race. If you are not willing, then so be it."

Immediately, the primordial world fell silent. After a moment, the Styx Ancestor finally spoke:

"Alright, I'll trust you this once. I'll wait for your news a hundred years from now."

As soon as he finished speaking, a vast sea of ​​blood appeared, and a portion of the human race was protected.

Immediately, many other powerful figures from the primordial era rushed out:

"With the Ancestor of Humanity above, I am willing to take care of a portion of the human race."

"And me, I hope that the Ancestor of Humanity will reveal the way to sainthood a hundred years from now."

"Our ancestor is above."

Faced with numerous powerful beings from the primordial era, Ye Yang did not agree. Protecting the human race was not something that could be done arbitrarily; Ye Yang had his own calculations and arrangements.

Although he abolished the Holy Mother and the leader of the Human Cult, and became the Ancestor of Humanity, he was not complete. Hongjun's roar failed to make him whole.

"Heh, I will not allow any living being to scheme against humanity; I will be the one scheming against you."

He looked towards the direction of Zixiao Palace in the chaos (or perhaps he just randomly picked a spot to look at; who knows where Zixiao Palace is?)

Inside the Zixiao Palace, Hongjun sat upright on a high platform, while his disciples knelt on prayer mats.

"Teacher, humanity has already abolished the Holy Mother's name and the position of leader. In the next great calamity, humanity will rise again. What should we do?"

"Yes, teacher, doesn't that mean we'll get nothing at all?"

However, Hongjun slowly opened his eyes and calmly said:

"Don't worry, even though our ancestor is incomplete, we still have a glimmer of hope."

"Teacher, may I ask, where is this glimmer of hope?"

(End of this chapter)