Primordial Era: A brick knocks Hongyun unconscious, and he seizes the throne at the start.

Buzhou Mountain is the ancestral home of the Wu tribe, and the side hall of the Pangu Temple.

Lu Chen sat cross-legged on a rough stone platform, surrounded by chaotic energy. A deep, penetrating wound on his chest revealed the bone—a remnant of the Taiyi Chaos Bell. The residual solar fire and the laws of time and space within the wound continued to erode it; an ordinary quasi-saint would likely have perished long ago.

But his expression was calm, with a drop of chaotic primordial liquid floating above his head. The primordial liquid cast a hazy light, and wherever it passed, the true fire of the sun was extinguished, the laws of time and space were dissolved, and the wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"As expected of being formed from Pangu's heart blood, its healing effect is even stronger than the Three Lights Divine Water." Lu Chen opened his eyes, feeling that his injuries had recovered by 70%, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Three days ago, he fled to the Witch Clan, where the Ancestral Witch Houtu personally took him in. Although the Twelve Ancestral Witches had some doubts about Lu Chen, this human cultivator, they still gave him a quiet place to heal his wounds out of consideration for the Law of Power (Lu Chen displayed the aura of the Power Demon God's inheritance) and Houtu.

"The injuries are healed; now it's time to get down to business."

Lu Chen took out three items.

Morning Bell (Newborn Chaos Bell), God-Slaying Spear, Primordial Golden Cauldron.

The Hunyuan Golden Cauldron was one of the rewards from the third level of the Treasure Dividing Cliff. Although it was a replica, it was still a top-tier innate spiritual treasure, containing the three laws of primordial chaos, containment, and purification, with endless wonders. More importantly, this treasure shared similar attributes with his Qiankun Diagram, allowing them to complement each other.

"The Dao Ancestor ordered me to destroy the Myriad Demon Banner in the Demon Abyss within three years, and now there are only three months left. I must sever my second corpse before then to increase my strength."

Severing the three corpses is the core of a quasi-saint's cultivation.

The benevolent corpse Huang Chen has been slain. He used the Wuji Apricot Yellow Banner (a counterfeit) and half of the Primordial Purple Qi, and his main cultivation was merit and defense.

The second corpse should be severed from its own.

The hardest thing to sever is the ego; one must confront one's true nature and understand the true meaning of "who I am." Even the treasures one entrusts to others must align with one's true nature.

Lu Chen examined himself: a transmigrator, the sixth oldest in the prehistoric world, a master of surprise attacks, a lover of robbing treasures, a coward who is also willing to risk his life... all these traits could be matched by the Hunyuan Golden Cauldron!

Hunyuan—the "outlier" identity of a time traveler.

Tolerance – Lao Liu's "want everything" mentality.

Purification – the need to "dispose of stolen goods" after a fatal blow.

"This is it!"

Without further hesitation, Lu Chen separated a wisp of the purified Primordial Purple Qi and injected it into the Hunyuan Golden Cauldron.

"Buzz—"

The golden dou trembled, and a chaotic vortex appeared at its mouth, seemingly capable of devouring the heavens. Lu Chen's primordial spirit trembled, his self-awareness was forcibly stripped away, and his seven emotions, six desires, memories, and obsessions surged out like a tide, condensing into a blurry figure within the dou.

The process of dismembering a corpse is ten times more dangerous than dismembering a benevolent corpse!

The self-destruction is a fundamental issue; the slightest misstep can lead to a loss of one's true self, or even a split personality. Lu Chen was plagued by hallucinations: he saw himself dying from overwork on Earth, the madness of striking Pangu's axe, the tension of stealing the Qilin Treasure Vault, and the smugness of framing the Four Quasi-Saints…

Every scene is his most authentic self.

"I am who I am, why hide it?" Lu Chen suddenly laughed. "So what if I'm afraid of death? So what if I like to take advantage? Being able to live, becoming stronger, and living freely is my way!"

"Self-destruction, behead!"

"boom--!"

A roar resounded from the depths of his primordial spirit, and the blurry figure solidified completely, stepping out of the Primordial Golden Cauldron.

The Taoist in the green robe bore a striking resemblance to Lu Chen, but his eyes were more cunning. A half-smile played on his lips as he held the Hunyuan Golden Cauldron in his hand. His aura was mysterious and unpredictable—early stage Quasi-Saint!

"This humble Taoist, Hunyuanzi, greets the Venerable One." The self-corpse bowed with a smile.

Lu Chen breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a surge of clarity in his soul, and many previously troubling thoughts suddenly became clear. His cultivation also naturally broke through to the mid-stage of Quasi-Saint!

"From now on, fellow Daoist, you will travel as a rogue cultivator, specializing in... cough cough, doing things that are inconvenient for me to do myself," Lu Chen said with a smile.

"Understood." Hunyuanzi nodded. "Taking the blame, framing others, and taking advantage of trouble are my specialties."

The two exchanged a smile, their understanding unwavering.

At this point, Lu Chen has severed two of his three corpses, leaving only the final evil corpse. Once the three corpses are perfected, he can attempt to merge them into one and break through to the Grand Luo Golden Immortal realm!

"I'm going to the Demon Abyss next, so I'll leave the Primordial World to you, fellow Daoist," Lu Chen said solemnly. "There are a few things I need you to handle in secret."

"Speaking."

"First, keep an eye on the developments of the Lich War. I've instigated conflicts between the demon race and the Blood Sea, and between the demonic path and the Western Religion; they'll clash sooner or later. You must secretly push things along to make this war as brutal as possible, weakening the strength of all sides."

"Secondly, find the whereabouts of the last fragment of the God-Slaying Spear. Rahu might have one; if we have the chance, we should steal it."

"Third, protect Wuzhuang Temple and Senior Hongyun. The reincarnation of Jieyin and Zhunti will not let this go, and I am worried about their retaliation."

Hun Yuanzi noted everything down: "Don't worry. By the way, I've arranged for that newborn little golden crow (transformed from the sacrifice of Yuan Feng) to sleep and cultivate deep within the Sun Star, and it won't be born for at least a hundred years."

Lu Chen nodded. The little golden crow was an important pawn in his future strategy to deal with the demon race, and it couldn't be exposed.

After giving his explanation, Hunyuanzi put away the Hunyuan Golden Bucket and disappeared in a wisp of green smoke—his own corpse was the best at hiding, and even a saint would hardly notice it without careful investigation.

Only Lu Chen himself remained in the hall.

He took out the Morning Bell and the God-Slaying Spear and began the final refining process.

The refining of the Morning Bell went smoothly. He was destined to have this treasure, and he completely mastered it in three days. After it was refined, its resonance with the Chaos Brick intensified, increasing the combined power of the bell and brick by another 30%.

The troublesome thing is the God-Slaying Broken Spear.

This spear is too ferocious. Although Lu Chen has powerful laws to suppress it, he still needs a blood sacrifice to control it as he sees fit.

"Blood sacrifice..." His eyes flickered. "Perfect, let's use those guys who are chasing me as a scapegoat."

He left the side hall and found Houtu, the ancestral witch.

"Young friend Lu Chen, have you fully recovered from your injuries?" Hou Tu asked gently.

"Thank you for the protection of the Ancestral Witch; I am now much better." Lu Chen cupped his hands in thanks. "This junior has a request."

"Speaking."

"I want to use the battlefield of the Witch Clan to perform a blood sacrifice for a deadly weapon."

Houtu's expression shifted slightly as she looked at the broken black spear in Lu Chen's hand. Sensing the murderous aura emanating from it, a aura capable of slaying saints and destroying Buddhas, she couldn't help but be alarmed: "This spear... could it be the legendary God-Slaying Spear?"

"It's a fake piece pieced together from fragments," Lu Chen said, half-jokingly.

Houtu pondered for a moment: "It's possible. However, there are constant skirmishes between the Wu Clan and the Demon Clan on their border. If you perform a blood sacrifice, it might attract powerful members of the Demon Clan."

"That suits me perfectly." Lu Chen smiled. "This junior needs the blood of a powerful enemy to forge the blade of our fierce weapon."

Three days later, at the northern foot of Buzhou Mountain, on the border between the Wu and Yao tribes.

A small-scale conflict had just occurred here, leaving corpses strewn across the battlefield. The Wu tribe warriors were cleaning up the battlefield when they saw Lu Chen arrive, and they all bowed in greeting—Hou Tu had already given them instructions.

Lu Chen chose a high place, planted the God-Slaying Spear in the ground, and set up a blood sacrifice array.

The moment the formation was complete, a malevolent aura surged skyward, forcibly extracting the remaining blood from all the corpses within a hundred miles, transforming it into a river of blood that flowed into the spear. The cracks in the spear visibly healed, and the missing spearhead slowly grew back.

"Not enough... We also need to invigorate blood, the blood of the strong!" A fierce glint flashed in Lu Chen's eyes.

He deliberately released the aura of the Morning Bell—this treasure shares the same origin as the Chaos Bell, and Donghuang Taiyi would surely be able to sense it.

Sure enough, half an hour later, an angry roar came from the horizon:

"Lu Chen! How dare you show yourself—!"

Donghuang Taiyi arrived through the air carrying the Chaos Bell, followed by three of the Ten Great Demon Saints: Ji Meng, Ying Zhao, and Fei Lian. Each of them exuded murderous intent.

"Fellow Daoist Taiyi, how have you been?" Lu Chen grinned, drawing the God-Slaying Broken Spear. "I just happened to need a few drops of Quasi-Saint's essence blood to consecrate the spear, and you've delivered yourself to my doorstep."

"Arrogant!" Taiyi laughed in fury, and the Chaos Bell descended upon him.

"clang--!!!"

Lu Chen neither dodged nor avoided, but instead unleashed the Morning Bell, causing the two bells to collide!

Both were bells, but the Chaos Bell excelled in its completeness and the years of refinement it had undergone, while the Morning Bell excelled in its new life and purity. This collision, however, resulted in a draw, with the bell's energy leveling a hundred miles of mountains and rivers!

"How is this possible?!" Taiyi was shocked. With his peak Quasi-Saint cultivation and the help of the Chaos Bell, he couldn't even defeat a mid-Quasi-Saint?

"It's my turn." Lu Chen's figure flashed, and he activated his brick escape technique, appearing behind Ji Meng.

The God-Slaying Spear thrusts out!

This shot was devoid of any fancy moves, consisting solely of a pure "thrust," yet wherever the spear tip passed, space was torn apart as if by paper, and a malevolent aura locked onto the soul!

Ji Meng was an ancient demon saint with the peak cultivation of the Great Luo, but he didn't even have time to react before being pierced through the chest by a spear!

"Ugh—!" Ji Meng screamed as his life essence was devoured by the spear, turning him into a dried-up corpse in the blink of an eye.

The tip of the God-Slaying Spear grew another inch, its ferocity even greater!

"Ji Meng!" Ying Zhao and Fei Lian, their eyes bloodshot, joined forces to attack.

Lu Chen's spear thrusts were like dragons, each strike aimed straight for vital points. His newly acquired demon god inheritance incorporated the law of power into his spear technique, making each strike as heavy as a star, forcing the two demon saints to retreat steadily.

"die!"

The seventh shot pierced Yingzhao's throat.

The ninth shot pierced Fei Lian's head.

The essence and blood of the two demon saints were devoured once again, and the God-Slaying Spear was 70% repaired. The spear body was jet black and shiny, and the fierce aura condensed into solid black flames.

"Your turn, Taiyi." Lu Chen pointed his gun at Donghuang.

Tai Yi finally showed fear. How long has it been? Lu Chen's strength has become so terrifying!

"Chaos Bell - Time and Space Imprisonment!" Taiyi burned his essence blood, and the Chaos Bell unleashed its strongest power, completely freezing the spacetime within a thousand miles!

Even Lu Chen's movements were a hundred times slower!

"Die!" Taiyi Golden Crow revealed its true form, its sharp claws tearing towards Lu Chen's head.

But just as the claws were about to strike—

A sly smile crept onto Lu Chen's lips.

Within his body, the law of force erupted to its ultimate limit!

"Power that surges through the primordial chaos, break!"

Spacetime froze, but a crack was forcibly torn open by pure power! The God-Slaying Spear, like a venomous dragon emerging from its lair, pierced through the crack and plunged into Taiyi's chest!

"puff--!"

The spear tip pierced through his body.

Taiyi's eyes widened in disbelief. He could feel his life essence, cultivation level, and even the imprint of the Chaos Bell being frantically devoured by this deadly spear!

"No--!!!"

He burned his very essence, broke free from the spear tip, and transformed into a golden rainbow as he fled wildly, not even bothering to retrieve the Chaos Bell.

Lu Chen did not chase after him.

He looked at the God-Slaying Spear in his hand, which was ninety percent repaired. The spear shaft was intact, only the tip was missing. The spear contained a portion of Donghuang Taiyi's essence blood and the imprint of the Chaos Bell, making its power no less than that of a true innate treasure!

"Just one last bit... Rahu, I want your Ten Thousand Demon Banner and the last fragment."

He put away his spear and the Chaos Bell (which Taiyi had left behind when he fled), and turned to look into the depths of the Lich battlefield.

Three months later, in the Abyss of Demons.

With the completion of the Myriad Demon Banner, the greatest calamity in the primordial world is about to begin.

Lu Chen was already prepared to flip the table.

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In the ancestral land of the Wu tribe, Houtu watched this scene from afar, her expression complex: "This child's ferocity has been fully established; it seems no one in the primordial world can control him now..."

Beside her, the Ancestral Witch Dijiang sneered, "As long as he doesn't become an enemy of the Witch Clan, let him cause trouble. The more chaotic the Demon Clan becomes, the more beneficial it is to our clan."

Taiyi, who had escaped back to the Heavenly Court, was weakened by a gunshot wound to his chest that refused to heal. Seeing his brother gravely injured, the Chaos Bell lost, and the three Demon Saints fallen, Dijun, in a fit of rage, finally issued the decree that would influence the fate of the primordial world:

"Order! The Demon Clan's Heavenly Court hereby formally declares war on the Witch Clan!"

The first Lich War broke out prematurely because Lu Chen sacrificed his blood to the God-Slaying Spear!