The primordial era began with the Upper Cave Man.

Chapter 488 That year, Luo Zu also turned into light.

Huh? What happened?

Wang Ping'an stood on a cliff by the East China Sea, his long sword covered in red rust, looking up at the sky.

He sensed a slight change in the world, but the feeling was fleeting and not very real.

He was just very sensitive, so he didn't think it was just his imagination.

"Wang Ping'an, what's wrong? Have you noticed anything?" The former tavern waiter, now a master swordsman, noticed something was off about him and leaned over to ask in a low voice.

After saying that, he turned around and glanced at the large group of people behind him.

There weren't many people, only eight.

"No." Wang Pingan shook his head.

Wang Ping'an was actually extremely wary of this old friend.

"This is the third time," Ming Jianke said without suspicion, simply remarking.

Ming Jianke's real name is Bai Amin. He was once a dreamy young man, just like Wang Ping'an. However, he was hit hard by reality and became depressed for a while. He worked as a waiter in a tavern, and then he met the amazing swordsman who would change his fate.

His swordsmanship talent was exceptional, so the Amazing Swordsman took him under his wing and later recommended him to the Brahma Sword Sect. This is how he came to be five years later.

They were selected to lead the great mission of setting sail to find that celestial stone.

As for how high his swordsmanship is now, it must be extremely high.

Although he is not as good as Wang Ping'an, he is still one of the best among his peers. In particular, he has not practiced swordsmanship for long enough, so his talent has not yet been fully realized.

But time waits for no one. Before he could even complete his apprenticeship, an unprecedented upheaval occurred in the world.

However, his swordsmanship was finally able to be seen by the world.

That elegant swordsmanship, that unparalleled figure... it was all in his imagination.

When facing demons, people need extremely practical swordsmanship, not flashy swordsmanship that even demons would applaud.

Therefore, after several battles with demons, he was fortunate enough to survive and made adjustments to his swordsmanship, which was as intricate as the colorful flowers in spring.

Simple and direct, aiming for efficiency that kills with a single blow.

Gradually, he made a name for himself, and it was because of this that he had the opportunity to join the team that was tasked with the third expedition to subdue the extraterrestrial stone.

Having failed twice before, he couldn't be sure if he could succeed on his third attempt.

He did consider the possibility of achieving fame and success because of this, but he felt more melancholy and worry.

Failure seemed inevitable for this team.

After all, the first expedition of the human race involved more than 30,000 people, including elite human cultivators and elite human legions. However, they suffered a crushing defeat and their bodies sank into the sea.

The second group was also a large team, numbering over three thousand, composed of elites selected from among human cultivators.

The final result... was this third expedition.

Of course, there was also a positive side, namely that they brought back important information about the limit on the number of people allowed to go to sea.

Ideally, there should be no more than ten people.

So this time, ten people were sent.

"How many more times?"

People gathered around, sighing with admiration.

She was a woman, thirty-six years old, in the prime of her youth, with an oval face, foxy eyes, and a gourd-shaped waist and hips that made it impossible to associate her with a top swordsman.

This voyage is led by swordsmen, with this extraordinary woman at the head.

She never revealed her name, but she was known in the martial arts world as the Golden Snake Sword Sect.

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, Wang Ping'an and Bai A'ming would have found it hard to associate her with this name.

Legend has it that the Golden Serpent Sword Sect's swords are incredibly fast, fast enough to catch up with light, and their swordsmanship is unpredictable. Paired with a golden sword capable of chasing light, it is like a golden serpent. Of course, its opponents prefer to call it a venomous snake.

She smiled lazily at the two of them, teasing them like a caring older sister, making some playful remarks about their love lives.

This calmed the hearts of the two teenagers... no, they were already young adults.

However, they still felt uneasy.

Especially Wang Ping'an.

He felt that the world had changed again.

It's a bit like the day his grandfather passed away.

However, since the sky didn't collapse and the earth didn't sink, it's unclear what exactly happened.

Finally, they set sail. The ten people boarded a thousand-foot-long ship covered with talismans. Layers of magic arrays were painted on the ship like paint. It could be said that this ship was the culmination of human magical artifact technology.

However, despite their expectation of facing endless obstacles, they encountered no difficulties at all.

The sea was calm and still, as smooth as a mirror.

It was as if someone had cleaned up the filth to welcome them.

The ten-day voyage involved ten people taking turns on duty and resting.

Wang Ping'an rested only on the first day and didn't sleep on the rest of the days. However, at his level of cultivation, whether he slept or not didn't matter.

As for why he didn't sleep, it was because he had a long-lost dream on his first night.

It was a night he would never forget.

Grandpa left without a word, abandoning him.

He had been trying to forget that resolute and cold demeanor, attempting to cover it up with the warm memories of his grandfather raising him for many years.

But it was too difficult, so he stopped dreaming.

But on the very first night at sea, I had this dream involuntarily.

Having cultivated to such a level, he naturally understood that this dream was not simple and must contain profound meaning, especially since it involved his grandfather, the one who was the same person as the legendary swordsman.

But what exactly was it hinting at? He pondered it for nine days without finding a conclusion.

Then they drifted at sea for another ten days.

Upon reaching the depths of the Southeast Sea, I witnessed many extraordinary natural phenomena.

But not a single person has been lost, no demons have appeared, and not even an island has been seen.

Under such circumstances, everyone present was a seasoned veteran of the martial world; how could they not know that there must be something fishy going on?

A great demon is playing tricks on them.

"I'll go check it out." The graceful woman from the Golden Serpent Sword Sect was the first to step forward.

No one stopped her.

She also went into the sea.

And then he never came back.

At this moment, fog surged in from all directions of the sea, engulfing the large ship.

Naturally, everyone was filled with surprise and uncertainty, each gripping their swords and channeling their inner energy, ready to fight at any moment.

Then they heard a loud bang.

The ship ran aground.

However, the ship's hull was not breached as a result.

call!

Just then, a swordsman cast a spell, trying to blow away the smoke that wouldn't dissipate.

And then, it actually succeeded.

But after the success, everyone's expression changed drastically.

A gigantic figure loomed before them.

And He was alive; He looked down and swept his gaze over the ant-like people on the ship, and exhaled softly.

Woo woo woo.

This breath, carrying with it countless noisy voices, reached their ears.

A swordsman drew his sword on the deck and launched a swift attack.

Then it was as if a venomous snake coiled around the back of his head, bit off his neck, and he turned into a puddle of pus on the spot, which spilled all over the ground.

One by one, the swordsmen perished, leaving only Wang Ping'an and Bai Amin standing blankly on the deck.

"Wang Ping'an, that's... your father?"

"Hmm...probably..."

(End of this chapter)