Primordial Era: Starting as a junior disciple of the Chan Sect to attain the Primordial Chaos.

The entire piece of writing on requiem is not very long.

These were all his insights into human writing, human order, and methods for stabilizing the soul after he achieved the position of the ancestor of literature.

With each word spoken, a touch of humanistic light shines through the Pure Land.

As each sentence was formed, a faint chanting sounded in the picture.

The voice did not come from Jiang Chuan alone.

Instead, it was all the human souls who had regained some of their senses who instinctively followed the chanting.

In the early days of humankind, writing had not yet truly spread to all tribes.

The characters of Ke Wenzu are connected to the fate of the human race.

They may not understand the meaning of the words, but they can feel the power within them to soothe the soul, calm the spirit, restore order, and quell resentment.

As the chanting echoed, the originally cold and eerie ghostly aura within the Ten Thousand Ghosts Night Parade painting began to change.

The ferocity remains.

The underworld remains.

But that chaos and resentment were gradually transformed into an orderly force.

These dead souls will not immediately become battle spirits.

Jiang Chuan would not force them to fight for him immediately.

What's the difference between forcibly driving the souls of one's own kind to forge swords and the demon race?

The Myriad Ghosts Night Parade needs to grow, but it cannot come at the cost of trampling on Jiang Chuan's own Dao heart.

Therefore, the first thing he did for these lost souls was not to make an oath, to wage war, or to perform rituals.

Instead, it is a time for rest.

Let them recover from the suffering in the blood pool first.

Once they regain their senses and their souls are stabilized, they can make their own choice.

If you wish to remain in the picture, you can become a part of the Netherworld.

If they find a place to return to in the future, Jiang Chuan will send them back.

What he wants is a spiritual treasure that can bear the essence of the Great Dao.

Rather than an out-of-control weapon built on resentment.

After the text of solace was completely written, the Netherworld trembled slightly.

Deep within the Yin-Yang Land of Great Virtue, it seems that an even more profound source of the Netherworld is being stirred.

The entire pure land expanded outwards by hundreds of feet.

At the edge, strands of eerie light gathered, forming the silhouettes of simple stone houses.

Those stone houses were not formed by magical artifacts or restrictions, but rather naturally formed by the intertwining of the spirits of the dead and the aura of the underworld.

They are rough.

It can't even be called a real building.

But for these souls who have just escaped the blood pool, it is a temporary refuge.

Jiang Chuan watched as the stone houses took shape, his eyes flickering slightly.

"The Netherworld has begun to nurture order."

This is a good thing.

The most difficult part of a spiritual treasure's growth is not accumulating power, but establishing a solid foundation.

Ordinary magical artifacts used to kill ghosts are mostly designed to devour souls, refine spirits, and nourish malevolent forces.

Its power does indeed increase extremely rapidly in the early stages.

However, if the resentment becomes too strong, and the holder of the treasure shows even the slightest flaw in their Daoist resolve, they will suffer a backlash.

At best, it damages one's mind and spirit; at worst, it leads to one's soul being devoured by countless ghosts

Jiang Chuan's painting of ten thousand ghosts walking at night was originally based on the great virtue of Yuanshi Tianzun in the Yin and Yang land.

Now, human souls and the legacy of the ancestor of literature have joined in.

Its path is no longer simply that of a demonic warrior.

It is more like the nascent form of a dark, unseen order.

If it continues to be improved in the future, this treasure may not only be used for attacking and defending against enemies, but also to carry more human souls, becoming a place for human souls to return to in the chaos of the world.

Of course, this thought only flashed through Jiang Chuan's mind for a moment.

He didn't immediately delve deeper into this direction.

Because it involves the underworld, it cannot bypass the earthly path, the earth goddess, or even the six realms of reincarnation.

The cycle of reincarnation has not yet been established, and the causal relationships involved are extremely complex.

Jiang Chuan doesn't want to get too involved yet.

The "Night Parade of Ten Thousand Ghosts" painting can evolve into the netherworld.

But before he has enough cultivation, he must grasp this "degree".

Do not trespass on the tunnel.

One should not arbitrarily establish the concept of reincarnation.

One should not be greedy for momentary grand ambitions and thus put oneself under the scrutiny of the Earth God and all the sages.

Before withdrawing his divine sense, Jiang Chuan looked again into the depths of the Pure Land.

There was a patch of black mist that was suppressed in isolation.

Within the black mist was the soul of the Golden Immortal Demon General that he had previously imprisoned in the diagram.

This demon general's soul is extremely ferocious. () Latest update: Primordial Era: Starting from the disciple of the Chan Sect to attain the Primordial Dao. Even though it was suppressed by the Ten Thousand Ghosts Night Parade Map and worn down by the Great Virtue Shangyin Netherworld Soil, it still occasionally surged with demonic energy.

However, at this moment, after thousands of human souls entered the picture and the human light increased significantly, the ferocity of the demon general's soul was clearly suppressed.

Jiang Chuan stared for a moment.

He did not rush to refine the demon general's soul.

If used properly, the soul of a Golden Immortal is a great tonic for the growth of the Myriad Ghosts Night Parade.

However, if the refining process is too crude, it will also pollute the pure land depicted in the picture.

We can deal with it slowly after we return to Wangguo Mountain.

After confirming that the spirits in the picture were temporarily at peace, Jiang Chuan withdrew his divine sense from the Ten Thousand Ghosts Night Parade Picture.

The night wind still blows over the mountain ridge.

He looked up at the sky.

The vast, ancient night sky was high and far, filled with countless stars. The moon cast its clear light, illuminating the silent mountains and rivers.

But in Jiang Chuan's eyes, this silence concealed an unspeakable sense of oppression.

Calamity.

Boundless calamity.

It is neither as tangible and substantial as ordinary malevolent energy, nor as overwhelming as demonic clouds and fog.

It is more like some kind of dark, mysterious tide, spreading across the heavens and seeping into the hearts and minds of all things in the mountains and rivers.

Jiang Chuan attempted to sense the human race's fortune through the ancestral position of Wen Zu.

The human race's fortunes remain.

Furthermore, due to the continuous increase in the human population, the foundation of their fortune is even more enduring than in the past.

But a blood-red shadow looms over this river of destiny.

That was a calamity for humanity.

It was also a calamity that spilled over from the Lich Cataclysm onto the human race.

Further up, the secrets of heaven become even more obscure.

With his perfect Golden Immortal realm and the title of Ancestor of Literature, Jiang Chuan was already able to vaguely deduce some auspicious and inauspicious changes related to the human race.

But now, as he pushed forward, he felt as if a thick fog was shrouding the area ahead.

Amidst the mist, the golden crow of the Demon Court soared through the sky, the battle intent of the Witch Clan surged to the heavens, countless humans wailed, and blood-red sword light pierced through the heavens and earth.

But all the images only flashed by.

If you try to look more closely, a calamity-inducing aura will strike back.

Jiang Chuan immediately withdrew his divine sense.

He did not force a deduction.

During the great calamity, the secrets of heaven were in chaos.

The more you try to force yourself to see the future clearly, the more likely you are to be devoured by it.

Those who are arrogant and presumptuous, thinking they can foresee the future, are often drawn into the trap by the calamity and willingly step into the killing trap.

Jiang Chuan wouldn't make that kind of mistake.

"The lich's power is like a bowstring about to be fully drawn."

"The demon race forges the Slaughtering Witch Sword, deepening the blood calamity of the human race."

"If the Witch Clan realizes the danger posed by the Witch-Slaying Sword, they will surely become even more frenzied."

"Both sides are approaching the final battle."

Jiang Chuan deduced the scenario in his mind, bit by bit.

His deductions do not aim to uncover all the secrets of heaven.

We should only proceed based on the facts that we already possess.

The lich had harbored resentment for a long time.

The demon race has the Zhou Tian Xing Dou Grand Array, and the witch race has the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Grand Array.

Both sides have the confidence to suppress the primordial chaos, and neither has a way out.

The fact that the demon race intends to use the Witch-Slaying Sword to restrain the physical bodies of the witch race indicates that they are already preparing for the real decisive battle.

Humans, on the other hand, became the sacrifices needed by the demon race to forge swords.

This is not the work of a few individual demons driven by greed.

Rather, it was a systematic massacre carried out under the overwhelming power of the Demon Court.

If Jiang Chuan saves a valley, a tribe, or a region, he may gain merit and be able to protect some of his fellow tribesmen.

But it cannot be fundamentally prevented.

Unless he now possesses the power to shake the Demon Court.

Obviously, he didn't.

So all he can do now is still those eight words.

Don't get involved, only reap the benefits after the game starts.

Save the souls that can be saved.

Take advantage of what you can.

Avoid the consequences that cannot be borne.

Accumulate one's own inner strength.

Wait until the moment truly necessary to strike, then strike decisively.

Jiang Chuan gently exhaled a breath of stale air.

He then put away the painting of ten thousand ghosts walking at night and removed the ancient characters from the four sides of the mountain.

He did not linger.

With a flick of his sleeve, his figure transformed into a streak of light and flew towards the direction of Wangguo Mountain.

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The human race's fortunes remain.

Furthermore, due to the continuous increase in the human population, the foundation of their fortune is even more enduring than in the past.

But a blood-red shadow looms over this river of destiny.

That was a calamity for humanity.

It was also a calamity that spilled over from the Lich Cataclysm onto the human race.

Further up, the secrets of heaven become even more obscure.

With his perfect Golden Immortal realm and the title of Ancestor of Literature, Jiang Chuan was already able to vaguely deduce some auspicious and inauspicious changes related to the human race.

But now, as he pushed forward, he felt as if a thick fog was shrouding the area ahead.

Amidst the mist, the golden crow of the Demon Court soared through the sky, the battle intent of the Witch Clan surged to the heavens, countless humans wailed, and blood-red sword light pierced through the heavens and earth.

But all the images only flashed by.

If you try to look more closely, a calamity-inducing aura will strike back.

Jiang Chuan immediately withdrew his divine sense.

He did not force a deduction.

During the great calamity, the secrets of heaven were in chaos.

The more you try to force yourself to see the future clearly, the more likely you are to be devoured by it.

Those who are arrogant and presumptuous, thinking they can foresee the future, are often drawn into the trap by the calamity and willingly step into the killing trap.

Jiang Chuan wouldn't make that kind of mistake.

"The lich's power is like a bowstring about to be fully drawn."

"The demon race forges the Slaughtering Witch Sword, deepening the blood calamity of the human race."

"If the Witch Clan realizes the danger posed by the Witch-Slaying Sword, they will surely become even more frenzied."

"Both sides are approaching the final battle."

Jiang Chuan deduced the scenario in his mind, bit by bit.

His deductions do not aim to uncover all the secrets of heaven.

We should only proceed based on the facts that we already possess.

The lich had harbored resentment for a long time.

The demon race has the Zhou Tian Xing Dou Grand Array, and the witch race has the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Grand Array.

Both sides have the confidence to suppress the primordial chaos, and neither has a way out.

The fact that the demon race intends to use the Witch-Slaying Sword to restrain the physical bodies of the witch race indicates that they are already preparing for the real decisive battle.

Humans, on the other hand, became the sacrifices needed by the demon race to forge swords.

This is not the work of a few individual demons driven by greed.

Rather, it was a systematic massacre carried out under the overwhelming power of the Demon Court.

If Jiang Chuan saves a valley, a tribe, or a region, he may gain merit and be able to protect some of his fellow tribesmen.

But it cannot be fundamentally prevented.

Unless he now possesses the power to shake the Demon Court.

Obviously, he didn't.

So all he can do now is still those eight words.

Don't get involved, only reap the benefits after the game starts.

Save the souls that can be saved.

Take advantage of what you can.

Avoid the consequences that cannot be borne.

Accumulate one's own inner strength.

Wait until the moment truly necessary to strike, then strike decisively.

Jiang Chuan gently exhaled a breath of stale air.

He then put away the painting of ten thousand ghosts walking at night and removed the ancient characters from the four sides of the mountain.

He did not linger.

With a flick of his sleeve, his figure transformed into a streak of light and flew towards the direction of Wangguo Mountain.

The human race's fortunes remain.

Furthermore, due to the continuous increase in the human population, the foundation of their fortune is even more enduring than in the past.

But a blood-red shadow looms over this river of destiny.

That was a calamity for humanity.

It was also a calamity that spilled over from the Lich Cataclysm onto the human race.

Further up, the secrets of heaven become even more obscure.

With his perfect Golden Immortal realm and the title of Ancestor of Literature, Jiang Chuan was already able to vaguely deduce some auspicious and inauspicious changes related to the human race.

But now, as he pushed forward, he felt as if a thick fog was shrouding the area ahead.

Amidst the mist, the golden crow of the Demon Court soared through the sky, the battle intent of the Witch Clan surged to the heavens, countless humans wailed, and blood-red sword light pierced through the heavens and earth.

But all the images only flashed by.

If you try to look more closely, a calamity-inducing aura will strike back.

Jiang Chuan immediately withdrew his divine sense.

He did not force a deduction.

During the great calamity, the secrets of heaven were in chaos.

The more you try to force yourself to see the future clearly, the more likely you are to be devoured by it.

Those who are arrogant and presumptuous, thinking they can foresee the future, are often drawn into the trap by the calamity and willingly step into the killing trap.

Jiang Chuan wouldn't make that kind of mistake.

"The lich's power is like a bowstring about to be fully drawn."

"The demon race forges the Slaughtering Witch Sword, deepening the blood calamity of the human race."

"If the Witch Clan realizes the danger posed by the Witch-Slaying Sword, they will surely become even more frenzied."

"Both sides are approaching the final battle."

Jiang Chuan deduced the scenario in his mind, bit by bit.

His deductions do not aim to uncover all the secrets of heaven.

We should only proceed based on the facts that we already possess.

The lich had harbored resentment for a long time.

The demon race has the Zhou Tian Xing Dou Grand Array, and the witch race has the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Grand Array.

Both sides have the confidence to suppress the primordial chaos, and neither has a way out.

The fact that the demon race intends to use the Witch-Slaying Sword to restrain the physical bodies of the witch race indicates that they are already preparing for the real decisive battle.

Humans, on the other hand, became the sacrifices needed by the demon race to forge swords.

This is not the work of a few individual demons driven by greed.

Rather, it was a systematic massacre carried out under the overwhelming power of the Demon Court.

If Jiang Chuan saves a valley, a tribe, or a region, he may gain merit and be able to protect some of his fellow tribesmen.

But it cannot be fundamentally prevented.

Unless he now possesses the power to shake the Demon Court.

Obviously, he didn't.

So all he can do now is still those eight words.

Don't get involved, only reap the benefits after the game starts.

Save the souls that can be saved.

Take advantage of what you can.

Avoid the consequences that cannot be borne.

Accumulate one's own inner strength.

Wait until the moment truly necessary to strike, then strike decisively.

Jiang Chuan gently exhaled a breath of stale air.

He then put away the painting of ten thousand ghosts walking at night and removed the ancient characters from the four sides of the mountain.

He did not linger.

With a flick of his sleeve, his figure transformed into a streak of light and flew towards the direction of Wangguo Mountain.

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The human race's fortunes remain.

Furthermore, due to the continuous increase in the human population, the foundation of their fortune is even more enduring than in the past.

But a blood-red shadow looms over this river of destiny.

That was a calamity for humanity.

It was also a calamity that spilled over from the Lich Cataclysm onto the human race.

Further up, the secrets of heaven become even more obscure.

With his perfect Golden Immortal realm and the title of Ancestor of Literature, Jiang Chuan was already able to vaguely deduce some auspicious and inauspicious changes related to the human race.

But now, as he pushed forward, he felt as if a thick fog was shrouding the area ahead.

Amidst the mist, the golden crow of the Demon Court soared through the sky, the battle intent of the Witch Clan surged to the heavens, countless humans wailed, and blood-red sword light pierced through the heavens and earth.

But all the images only flashed by.

If you try to look more closely, a calamity-inducing aura will strike back.

Jiang Chuan immediately withdrew his divine sense.

He did not force a deduction.

During the great calamity, the secrets of heaven were in chaos.

The more you try to force yourself to see the future clearly, the more likely you are to be devoured by it.

Those who are arrogant and presumptuous, thinking they can foresee the future, are often drawn into the trap by the calamity and willingly step into the killing trap.

Jiang Chuan wouldn't make that kind of mistake.

"The lich's power is like a bowstring about to be fully drawn."

"The demon race forges the Slaughtering Witch Sword, deepening the blood calamity of the human race."

"If the Witch Clan realizes the danger posed by the Witch-Slaying Sword, they will surely become even more frenzied."

"Both sides are approaching the final battle."

Jiang Chuan deduced the scenario in his mind, bit by bit.

His deductions do not aim to uncover all the secrets of heaven.

We should only proceed based on the facts that we already possess.

The lich had harbored resentment for a long time.

The demon race has the Zhou Tian Xing Dou Grand Array, and the witch race has the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Grand Array.

Both sides have the confidence to suppress the primordial chaos, and neither has a way out.

The fact that the demon race intends to use the Witch-Slaying Sword to restrain the physical bodies of the witch race indicates that they are already preparing for the real decisive battle.

Humans, on the other hand, became the sacrifices needed by the demon race to forge swords.

This is not the work of a few individual demons driven by greed.

Rather, it was a systematic massacre carried out under the overwhelming power of the Demon Court.

If Jiang Chuan saves a valley, a tribe, or a region, he may gain merit and be able to protect some of his fellow tribesmen.

But it cannot be fundamentally prevented.

Unless he now possesses the power to shake the Demon Court.

Obviously, he didn't.

So all he can do now is still those eight words.

Don't get involved, only reap the benefits after the game starts.

Save the souls that can be saved.

Take advantage of what you can.

Avoid the consequences that cannot be borne.

Accumulate one's own inner strength.

Wait until the moment truly necessary to strike, then strike decisively.

Jiang Chuan gently exhaled a breath of stale air.

He then put away the painting of ten thousand ghosts walking at night and removed the ancient characters from the four sides of the mountain.

He did not linger.

With a flick of his sleeve, his figure transformed into a streak of light and flew towards the direction of Wangguo Mountain.

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The human race's fortunes remain.

Furthermore, due to the continuous increase in the human population, the foundation of their fortune is even more enduring than in the past.

But a blood-red shadow looms over this river of destiny.

That was a calamity for humanity.

It was also a calamity that spilled over from the Lich Cataclysm onto the human race.

Further up, the secrets of heaven become even more obscure.

With his perfect Golden Immortal realm and the title of Ancestor of Literature, Jiang Chuan was already able to vaguely deduce some auspicious and inauspicious changes related to the human race.

But now, as he pushed forward, he felt as if a thick fog was shrouding the area ahead.

Amidst the mist, the golden crow of the Demon Court soared through the sky, the battle intent of the Witch Clan surged to the heavens, countless humans wailed, and blood-red sword light pierced through the heavens and earth.

But all the images only flashed by.

If you try to look more closely, a calamity-inducing aura will strike back.

Jiang Chuan immediately withdrew his divine sense.

He did not force a deduction.

During the great calamity, the secrets of heaven were in chaos.

The more you try to force yourself to see the future clearly, the more likely you are to be devoured by it.

Those who are arrogant and presumptuous, thinking they can foresee the future, are often drawn into the trap by the calamity and willingly step into the killing trap.

Jiang Chuan wouldn't make that kind of mistake.

"The lich's power is like a bowstring about to be fully drawn."

"The demon race forges the Slaughtering Witch Sword, deepening the blood calamity of the human race."

"If the Witch Clan realizes the danger posed by the Witch-Slaying Sword, they will surely become even more frenzied."

"Both sides are approaching the final battle."

Jiang Chuan deduced the scenario in his mind, bit by bit.

His deductions do not aim to uncover all the secrets of heaven.

We should only proceed based on the facts that we already possess.

The lich had harbored resentment for a long time.

The demon race has the Zhou Tian Xing Dou Grand Array, and the witch race has the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Grand Array.

Both sides have the confidence to suppress the primordial chaos, and neither has a way out.

The fact that the demon race intends to use the Witch-Slaying Sword to restrain the physical bodies of the witch race indicates that they are already preparing for the real decisive battle.

Humans, on the other hand, became the sacrifices needed by the demon race to forge swords.

This is not the work of a few individual demons driven by greed.

Rather, it was a systematic massacre carried out under the overwhelming power of the Demon Court.

If Jiang Chuan saves a valley, a tribe, or a region, he may gain merit and be able to protect some of his fellow tribesmen.

But it cannot be fundamentally prevented.

Unless he now possesses the power to shake the Demon Court.

Obviously, he didn't.

So all he can do now is still those eight words.

Don't get involved, only reap the benefits after the game starts.

Save the souls that can be saved.

Take advantage of what you can.

Avoid the consequences that cannot be borne.

Accumulate one's own inner strength.

Wait until the moment truly necessary to strike, then strike decisively.

Jiang Chuan gently exhaled a breath of stale air.

He then put away the painting of ten thousand ghosts walking at night and removed the ancient characters from the four sides of the mountain.

He did not linger.

With a flick of his sleeve, his figure transformed into a streak of light and flew towards the direction of Wangguo Mountain.

The human race's fortunes remain.

Furthermore, due to the continuous increase in the human population, the foundation of their fortune is even more enduring than in the past.

But a blood-red shadow looms over this river of destiny.

That was a calamity for humanity.

It was also a calamity that spilled over from the Lich Cataclysm onto the human race.

Further up, the secrets of heaven become even more obscure.

With his perfect Golden Immortal realm and the title of Ancestor of Literature, Jiang Chuan was already able to vaguely deduce some auspicious and inauspicious changes related to the human race.

But now, as he pushed forward, he felt as if a thick fog was shrouding the area ahead.

Amidst the mist, the golden crow of the Demon Court soared through the sky, the battle intent of the Witch Clan surged to the heavens, countless humans wailed, and blood-red sword light pierced through the heavens and earth.

But all the images only flashed by.

If you try to look more closely, a calamity-inducing aura will strike back.

Jiang Chuan immediately withdrew his divine sense.

He did not force a deduction.

During the great calamity, the secrets of heaven were in chaos.

The more you try to force yourself to see the future clearly, the more likely you are to be devoured by it.

Those who are arrogant and presumptuous, thinking they can foresee the future, are often drawn into the trap by the calamity and willingly step into the killing trap.

Jiang Chuan wouldn't make that kind of mistake.

"The lich's power is like a bowstring about to be fully drawn."

"The demon race forges the Slaughtering Witch Sword, deepening the blood calamity of the human race."

"If the Witch Clan realizes the danger posed by the Witch-Slaying Sword, they will surely become even more frenzied."

"Both sides are approaching the final battle."

Jiang Chuan deduced the scenario in his mind, bit by bit.

His deductions do not aim to uncover all the secrets of heaven.

We should only proceed based on the facts that we already possess.

The lich had harbored resentment for a long time.

The demon race has the Zhou Tian Xing Dou Grand Array, and the witch race has the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Grand Array.

Both sides have the confidence to suppress the primordial chaos, and neither has a way out.

The fact that the demon race intends to use the Witch-Slaying Sword to restrain the physical bodies of the witch race indicates that they are already preparing for the real decisive battle.

Humans, on the other hand, became the sacrifices needed by the demon race to forge swords.

This is not the work of a few individual demons driven by greed.

Rather, it was a systematic massacre carried out under the overwhelming power of the Demon Court.

If Jiang Chuan saves a valley, a tribe, or a region, he may gain merit and be able to protect some of his fellow tribesmen.

But it cannot be fundamentally prevented.

Unless he now possesses the power to shake the Demon Court.

Obviously, he didn't.

So all he can do now is still those eight words.

Don't get involved, only reap the benefits after the game starts.

Save the souls that can be saved.

Take advantage of what you can.

Avoid the consequences that cannot be borne.

Accumulate one's own inner strength.

Wait until the moment truly necessary to strike, then strike decisively.

Jiang Chuan gently exhaled a breath of stale air.

He then put away the painting of ten thousand ghosts walking at night and removed the ancient characters from the four sides of the mountain.

He did not linger.

With a flick of his sleeve, his figure transformed into a streak of light and flew towards the direction of Wangguo Mountain.

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The human race's fortunes remain.

Furthermore, due to the continuous increase in the human population, the foundation of their fortune is even more enduring than in the past.

But a blood-red shadow looms over this river of destiny.

That was a calamity for humanity.

It was also a calamity that spilled over from the Lich Cataclysm onto the human race.

Further up, the secrets of heaven become even more obscure.

With his perfect Golden Immortal realm and the title of Ancestor of Literature, Jiang Chuan was already able to vaguely deduce some auspicious and inauspicious changes related to the human race.

But now, as he pushed forward, he felt as if a thick fog was shrouding the area ahead.

Amidst the mist, the golden crow of the Demon Court soared through the sky, the battle intent of the Witch Clan surged to the heavens, countless humans wailed, and blood-red sword light pierced through the heavens and earth.

But all the images only flashed by.

If you try to look more closely, a calamity-inducing aura will strike back.

Jiang Chuan immediately withdrew his divine sense.

He did not force a deduction.

During the great calamity, the secrets of heaven were in chaos.

The more you try to force yourself to see the future clearly, the more likely you are to be devoured by it.

Those who are arrogant and presumptuous, thinking they can foresee the future, are often drawn into the trap by the calamity and willingly step into the killing trap.

Jiang Chuan wouldn't make that kind of mistake.

"The lich's power is like a bowstring about to be fully drawn."

"The demon race forges the Slaughtering Witch Sword, deepening the blood calamity of the human race."

"If the Witch Clan realizes the danger posed by the Witch-Slaying Sword, they will surely become even more frenzied."

"Both sides are approaching the final battle."

Jiang Chuan deduced the scenario in his mind, bit by bit.

His deductions do not aim to uncover all the secrets of heaven.

We should only proceed based on the facts that we already possess.

The lich had harbored resentment for a long time.

The demon race has the Zhou Tian Xing Dou Grand Array, and the witch race has the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Grand Array.

Both sides have the confidence to suppress the primordial chaos, and neither has a way out.

The fact that the demon race intends to use the Witch-Slaying Sword to restrain the physical bodies of the witch race indicates that they are already preparing for the real decisive battle.

Humans, on the other hand, became the sacrifices needed by the demon race to forge swords.

This is not the work of a few individual demons driven by greed.

Rather, it was a systematic massacre carried out under the overwhelming power of the Demon Court.

If Jiang Chuan saves a valley, a tribe, or a region, he may gain merit and be able to protect some of his fellow tribesmen.

But it cannot be fundamentally prevented.

Unless he now possesses the power to shake the Demon Court.

Obviously, he didn't.

So all he can do now is still those eight words.

Don't get involved, only reap the benefits after the game starts.

Save the souls that can be saved.

Take advantage of what you can.

Avoid the consequences that cannot be borne.

Accumulate one's own inner strength.

Wait until the moment truly necessary to strike, then strike decisively.

Jiang Chuan gently exhaled a breath of stale air.

He then put away the painting of ten thousand ghosts walking at night and removed the ancient characters from the four sides of the mountain.

He did not linger.

With a flick of his sleeve, his figure transformed into a streak of light and flew towards the direction of Wangguo Mountain.

There's always a story waiting for you to uncover.

The human race's fortunes remain.

Furthermore, due to the continuous increase in the human population, the foundation of their fortune is even more enduring than in the past.

But a blood-red shadow looms over this river of destiny.

That was a calamity for humanity.

It was also a calamity that spilled over from the Lich Cataclysm onto the human race.

Further up, the secrets of heaven become even more obscure.

With his perfect Golden Immortal realm and the title of Ancestor of Literature, Jiang Chuan was already able to vaguely deduce some auspicious and inauspicious changes related to the human race.

But now, as he pushed forward, he felt as if a thick fog was shrouding the area ahead.

Amidst the mist, the golden crow of the Demon Court soared through the sky, the battle intent of the Witch Clan surged to the heavens, countless humans wailed, and blood-red sword light pierced through the heavens and earth.

But all the images only flashed by.

If you try to look more closely, a calamity-inducing aura will strike back.

Jiang Chuan immediately withdrew his divine sense.

He did not force a deduction.

During the great calamity, the secrets of heaven were in chaos.

The more you try to force yourself to see the future clearly, the more likely you are to be devoured by it.

Those who are arrogant and presumptuous, thinking they can foresee the future, are often drawn into the trap by the calamity and willingly step into the killing trap.

Jiang Chuan wouldn't make that kind of mistake.

"The lich's power is like a bowstring about to be fully drawn."

"The demon race forges the Slaughtering Witch Sword, deepening the blood calamity of the human race."

"If the Witch Clan realizes the danger posed by the Witch-Slaying Sword, they will surely become even more frenzied."

"Both sides are approaching the final battle."

Jiang Chuan deduced the scenario in his mind, bit by bit.

His deductions do not aim to uncover all the secrets of heaven.

We should only proceed based on the facts that we already possess.

The lich had harbored resentment for a long time.

The demon race has the Zhou Tian Xing Dou Grand Array, and the witch race has the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Grand Array.

Both sides have the confidence to suppress the primordial chaos, and neither has a way out.

The fact that the demon race intends to use the Witch-Slaying Sword to restrain the physical bodies of the witch race indicates that they are already preparing for the real decisive battle.

Humans, on the other hand, became the sacrifices needed by the demon race to forge swords.

This is not the work of a few individual demons driven by greed.

Rather, it was a systematic massacre carried out under the overwhelming power of the Demon Court.

If Jiang Chuan saves a valley, a tribe, or a region, he may gain merit and be able to protect some of his fellow tribesmen.

But it cannot be fundamentally prevented.

Unless he now possesses the power to shake the Demon Court.

Obviously, he didn't.

So all he can do now is still those eight words.

Don't get involved, only reap the benefits after the game starts.

Save the souls that can be saved.

Take advantage of what you can.

Avoid the consequences that cannot be borne.

Accumulate one's own inner strength.

Wait until the moment truly necessary to strike, then strike decisively.

Jiang Chuan gently exhaled a breath of stale air.

He then put away the painting of ten thousand ghosts walking at night and removed the ancient characters from the four sides of the mountain.

He did not linger.

With a flick of his sleeve, his figure transformed into a streak of light and flew towards the direction of Wangguo Mountain.

The next moment, his brow furrowed slightly.

The human race's fortunes remain.

Furthermore, due to the continuous increase in the human population, the foundation of their fortune is even more enduring than in the past.

But a blood-red shadow looms over this river of destiny.

That was a calamity for humanity.

It was also a calamity that spilled over from the Lich Cataclysm onto the human race.

Further up, the secrets of heaven become even more obscure.

With his perfect Golden Immortal realm and the title of Ancestor of Literature, Jiang Chuan was already able to vaguely deduce some auspicious and inauspicious changes related to the human race.

But now, as he pushed forward, he felt as if a thick fog was shrouding the area ahead.

Amidst the mist, the golden crow of the Demon Court soared through the sky, the battle intent of the Witch Clan surged to the heavens, countless humans wailed, and blood-red sword light pierced through the heavens and earth.

But all the images only flashed by.

If you try to look more closely, a calamity-inducing aura will strike back.

Jiang Chuan immediately withdrew his divine sense.

He did not force a deduction.

During the great calamity, the secrets of heaven were in chaos.

The more you try to force yourself to see the future clearly, the more likely you are to be devoured by it.

Those who are arrogant and presumptuous, thinking they can foresee the future, are often drawn into the trap by the calamity and willingly step into the killing trap.

Jiang Chuan wouldn't make that kind of mistake.

"The lich's power is like a bowstring about to be fully drawn."

"The demon race forges the Slaughtering Witch Sword, deepening the blood calamity of the human race."

"If the Witch Clan realizes the danger posed by the Witch-Slaying Sword, they will surely become even more frenzied."

"Both sides are approaching the final battle."

Jiang Chuan deduced the scenario in his mind, bit by bit.

His deductions do not aim to uncover all the secrets of heaven.

We should only proceed based on the facts that we already possess.

The lich had harbored resentment for a long time.

The demon race has the Zhou Tian Xing Dou Grand Array, and the witch race has the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Grand Array.

Both sides have the confidence to suppress the primordial chaos, and neither has a way out.

The fact that the demon race intends to use the Witch-Slaying Sword to restrain the physical bodies of the witch race indicates that they are already preparing for the real decisive battle.

Humans, on the other hand, became the sacrifices needed by the demon race to forge swords.

This is not the work of a few individual demons driven by greed.

Rather, it was a systematic massacre carried out under the overwhelming power of the Demon Court.

If Jiang Chuan saves a valley, a tribe, or a region, he may gain merit and be able to protect some of his fellow tribesmen.

But it cannot be fundamentally prevented.

Unless he now possesses the power to shake the Demon Court.

Obviously, he didn't.

So all he can do now is still those eight words.

Don't get involved, only reap the benefits after the game starts.

Save the souls that can be saved.

Take advantage of what you can.

Avoid the consequences that cannot be borne.

Accumulate one's own inner strength.

Wait until the moment truly necessary to strike, then strike decisively.

Jiang Chuan gently exhaled a breath of stale air.

He then put away the painting of ten thousand ghosts walking at night and removed the ancient characters from the four sides of the mountain.

He did not linger.

With a flick of his sleeve, his figure transformed into a streak of light and flew towards the direction of Wangguo Mountain.