The primordial era began with the Upper Cave Man.

magic!

What is it?

What is a demon?

"I am not a demon!" Xiang Zong sat atop the mountain cliff, gazing at the distant horizon.

"Taking the essence of all things is righteous, but taking the essence of man is demonic? What kind of logic is this?" Xiang Zong asked Tian Qiong.

The heavens are silent, unable to answer.

"Humans possess spirits, knowing life and death, feeling and hatred. You wantonly take lives and corrupt people's intellect; how can you not be called a demon?!"

Suddenly, a shout, as loud as thunder, rang out.

At the same time, a surge of sword energy came like a wave.

"The Sword Immortal of the Vast Ocean," Xiang Zong said indifferently.

They seemed to disdain this world-renowned swordsman.

The sharp sword energy pressed forward relentlessly, getting closer and closer, but Xiang Zong remained unfazed, letting the sword energy engulf him.

The sword energy swept across, raising thirty feet of dust from the mountain rocks.

But that man, who was like a god or a demon, as vast as a mountain or the sea, was completely unharmed.

He silently watched the astonished man before him, watched his face wither, watched his flesh and blood gradually rot, watched his life force fade, watched him turn into a pile of white bones.

The sword energy dissipated, returning to the heavens and earth.

"The title of 'Sword Immortal of the Vast Ocean' is well-deserved," Xiang Zong sighed.

He then leaned forward and looked at the thirteen people standing among the dense forest canopy on the mountainside.

"Demon!!"

These thirteen people are all first-rate figures in the world.

They have all entered the realm of divine transformation.

Cultivation in this world is divided into four steps: first, body refinement; second, qi cultivation; third, spirit transformation; and fourth, Dao integration.

Legend has it that achieving the Dao is extremely difficult, and among the many legends throughout history, only two people have achieved it: one achieved it through martial arts and became the Primordial Martial God, and the other created an unparalleled Dao technique, transforming martial arts into the Dao, and became the Wood Martial God.

Apart from these two, there are no other legends. The only one that is rumored to be Cang, who has not appeared since the founding of the country, is that he has achieved immortality.

But Xiang Zong always felt that he was still in the mortal world and had not ascended to heaven.

"Heaven nourishes all things, but how can all things repay Heaven?" Xiang Zong said softly.

"If Heaven won't take a single hair from you, I will take a single hair on Heaven's behalf."

"Distorted logic and heresy!"

"That wicked devil is still plotting against you!"

"Today, I will surely slay you, you fiend!"

"This mountain will be your burial ground today!"

These thirteen world-class figures repeatedly berated Xiang Zong.

Xiang Zong remained unmoved, his gaze still indifferent as he looked down at them.

"One at a time? Or all at once?" he said indifferently.

"We don't need to follow rules when dealing with evil spirits! Let's all stand shoulder to shoulder and charge together!" someone shouted.

"Yes! Let's all go together!"

In an instant, figures appeared in a flurry, and various streams of true energy poured out, transforming into clusters of light and forming thirteen killing spells.

In an instant, the natural weather in the mountains was shaken, the clouds and mist were dispersed, and the mountains trembled endlessly at this powerful force.

Xiang Zong seemed moved and stood up.

boom!

Meanwhile, the unparalleled killing techniques unleashed by thirteen of the world's most outstanding figures are already closing in.

They went straight for Xiang Zong.

Xiang Zong raised his hand with such speed that it was impossible for the naked eye to keep up.

He struck down with a palm.

The earth shook violently, and dark clouds rolled down, as if a sea of ​​ink had enveloped the mountaintop, swallowing up the spells cast by the thirteen masters.

"Devouring the heavens and the earth!"

The domineering power of this demonic art was awe-inspiring; the killing spells unleashed by thirteen masters were directly swallowed up, and then this dark sea of ​​smoke and clouds enveloped the mountainside.

The thirteen experts were completely enveloped in this mist, unable to utter a single sound.

When the sea of ​​ink dissipated, everything in its path, from trees to wild animals and insects, withered and died. The thirteen masters had no time to escape, leaving behind only withered trees and bones on the mountainside, with their corpses piled up among them.

"In this world, among men, how many can rival him?"

……

In the battle of Yushan, most of the heroes of the world perished, and everyone was in danger, fearing that the Demon Xiangzong's butcher's blade would come and turn them into a pile of withered bones.

Then a message spread far and wide.

Demon: On the fifteenth of August, in the royal capital of Zijin, I will ask the heavens with a single sword!

This is a declaration of war!

Before Cang could even leave the mountain, the demon had already issued a challenge to him.

But no one criticized his arrogance; people only hoped that Cang would emerge from the mountains and enter the world to defeat the demon and restore peace to the world.

……

Luo Zu looked at the paper in his hand, then at the boy in front of him, stroking his stubble-covered chin, and chuckled, "Little brother, do you want to become my apprentice?"

"Yes!" the boy said with a determined look on his face.

"Why?" Luo Zu asked.

"Because you are Cang!" the boy said earnestly.

"What? Where's Cang?"

"Azure?"

People passing by immediately flocked to the scene.

"Me? I am Cang? Hahaha..." Luo Zu laughed loudly.

"You are eight feet tall, dressed in black robes, with four-sided shoes on your feet, carrying a divine sword on your back, and wearing a purple crown, just like Cang Yi."

Following the boy's directions, the onlookers examined Luo Zu's attire one by one.

It seems that's indeed the case.

but……

Is Cang too young?

"And you have the air of a master," the young man added.

"Oh? What do you mean by the aura of a master?" Luo Zu's interest was piqued.

"You are very confident, showing no concern whatsoever for the current peril of humanity, while they..." The young man pointed to the growing crowd of onlookers due to the commotion, "...worried, fearful, and grieving; they are terrified."

"I see you're not afraid either, so aren't you also Cang?" Luo Zu retorted.

"No, I hate!" the boy said expressionlessly.

"Whom do you hate? Do you hate yourself for being powerless to avenge your father and brothers?" Luo Zu said leisurely.

The boy looked at Luo Zu in astonishment.

"The Strange Man of Tianchi is your father, and the Hero of Shenzhou is your brother. They both died at the hands of the demon. You want to avenge them, but you are too young, so you have been searching for Cang, hoping to ask Cang to avenge you," Luo Zu continued.

"Yes." The boy didn't argue and nodded seriously.

"Don't worry, although I'm not Cang, I'm still here to get rid of this pest. After all, there's a vegetable worm in the garden, and I won't be able to sleep well tonight if I don't get rid of it." Luo Zu didn't linger there any longer. He walked past the boy and gently patted his shoulder.

People were baffled by his words, but when they looked up again, he was nowhere to be seen on the main street of the capital.

"Gone! Where did they go?"

"He's a master!"

Beside the long street, on a tall building, two people stood.

One person wore a red robe with cloud patterns, and the other wore a black robe.

One was the First King of the Kingdom, and the other was Cang.

"Cang, do you know that person?"

"I don't know, but he's a master." Cang, whose hair was already white and whose cheeks were yellow, showed little surprise.

Seeing his reaction, Tai stopped paying attention to him and then looked worried: "Cang, how confident are you, Demon?"

"I don't know, but no one can escape the cycle of karma," Cang said.

"What?"

"What goes around comes around; no one escapes the wrath of Heaven," Cang said again.

"..."

Tai had already turned into a pile of withered bones, and the king of the Chu Kingdom died quietly.