The primordial era began with the Upper Cave Man.

Chapter 494 Tearing the Heavens and Earth

Felling Jianmu trees?

"Me?" Wang Ping'an raised his finger in astonishment and pointed to his nose.

Luo Zu nodded slightly.

"But this Jianmu tree is so huge, and it possesses even more wonders. I... I'm afraid I can't do it." Wang Ping'an lowered his head, glancing at the soles of his feet, not daring to meet Luo Zu's gaze.

"Don't you already have a suitable weapon?" Luo Zu said leisurely.

Wang Ping'an was taken aback, remembering the talisman he had obtained during his previous sea voyage.

The talisman originally descended from the sky, slaying the troll who impersonated his grandfather. Then, it miraculously landed in his hand and stuck to his rusty sword. As a result, his rusty sword stopped rusting and shone brightly day and night, like a peerless treasure. He had no choice but to use dragon skin to make a scabbard to seal it away.

Otherwise, if it shines day and night, it will eventually bring him great disaster.

Looking back now, the talisman that fell from the sky that day was not a divine act of taking away his treasures, but rather an act of assistance from his grandfather.

Otherwise, given the troll's enormous size and boundless power, their group would have been in grave danger, perhaps even facing certain death.

And that was indeed the case; all the others who went to sea died, leaving only the three of them.

This already explains the key point: it wasn't God who protected them, but their grandfather.

Wang Ping'an untied his rusty sword from behind his back, then slowly drew it out, revealing a silvery-white gleam.

"But..." Wang Ping'an was still hesitating, unable to make a decision.

"Grandpa, I have some questions for you." As Wang Ping'an hesitated, his thoughts suddenly shifted.

Luo Zu naturally knew what he wanted to ask.

"This world was created by my struggle against a great enemy. After that, all living beings evolved. I fought with Him several times here, and thus the human race, the demons, and all these myriad beings came into being." Luo Zu gave a one-sided answer directly.

When Wang Ping'an heard these groundbreaking stories, his mouth was agape, his eyes were wide open, and he was completely dumbfounded.

Is my grandfather the creator god?

The myths he read as a child weren't this outrageous, were they?

But he was stunned, unsure how to judge the matter.

After all, he didn't have the ability to create the world or the supernatural power to reverse time, so how could he see the past?

As for his grandfather bragging, that's not true. After all, wasn't it him who created this wondrous Great Luo Heaven?

So, does that mean his grandfather is still his grandfather?

He wasn't adopted.

Luo Zu had caught the thought that Wang Ping'an had been pondering deeply. He really hadn't expected that Wang Ping'an would still be struggling with this matter at this time.

But that didn't matter anymore. He then sent Wang Ping'an down to the mortal realm to cut down the Jianmu tree.

Wang Ping'an naturally took Luo Zu's entrustment seriously, but was soon "sent down to the mortal world" by Luo Zu.

Wang Ping'an was extremely efficient. After falling to earth, he immediately followed Luo Zu's instructions and began cutting down the Jianmu tree.

With a flick of his wrist, the rusty sword in his hand dispelled the demonic mist with its cold light, its blade gleaming like a silver river.

With this single sword strike, the Jianmu tree swayed precariously, and half of its bark, which was as tough as spiritual treasure gold, was severed.

The numerous human experts who had been stationed under the Jianmu tree were provoked and appeared one after another to stop the "monster" that intended to cut down the Jianmu tree.

They were all astonished to see that it was Wang Ping'an.

Many people are still looking for him, after all, those human experts who climbed the Jianmu tree have already descended to the mortal world and conveyed the words of the three patriarchs, but Wang Ping'an has yet to be found.

The fact that Wang Ping'an would cut down the Jianmu tree, which seemed to be the bane of demons, upon his appearance was truly perplexing to them.

But seeing that Jianmu was indeed damaged by his sword, he naturally had to stand up and stop him.

"Wang Ping'an! What is the reason for this?" However, Wang Ping'an was quite famous and had made meritorious contributions at sea, so they should ask for the reason first before taking action.

"For the sake of humanity." Wang Ping'an wasn't a riddle teller, so he briefly explained the cause and course of events.

In other words, the claim that Luo Zu was his "father" is omitted. It is only said that in the Great Luo Heaven above the Nine Heavens, a creator god passed down this method, which is to cut down the Jianmu tree and then sever the connection between heaven and earth, so as to resolve the disaster of demons.

Upon hearing such absurd talk, the crowd was unsure whether to believe it on the spot or later, but they couldn't let Wang Ping'an cut down the Jianmu tree like that.

Some tried to dissuade him, while others attempted to use magic to trap Wang Ping'an, but Wang Ping'an seemed to be possessed at this moment, ignoring everything and slashing out with his sword again.

Some tried to block the sword, even setting out a ten-mile-long iron shield to defend, but nothing could stop it; the sword easily passed through and struck the Jianmu tree in the waist.

After taking this sword strike, Jianmu could no longer hold on and collapsed straight down.

"Oh no! What should we do?" Everyone was terrified at the sight. The Jianmu tree, which they had never been able to cut down no matter what they did or what treasures they used, had fallen after only two sword strikes from Wang Ping'an.

So, is it that Wang Ping'an is just too powerful, or is he really, as he claims, guided by the creator god?

But whatever the possibility, it's beyond their control.

We need to ask others about this, and we also need to see the situation after the Jianmu tree collapsed.

Now, Jianmu seemed like a drunkard, swaying left and right, and in a few moments, it fell to the east.

Wang Pingan watched quietly, waiting for what would happen next.

I want to see how the falling of the Jianmu tree can sweep away all the demons in the world.

The effects were quickly apparent. A large number of demons that were besieging Jianmu were crushed to dust by the falling Jianmu. Moreover, Jianmu was so tall that it was more than ten million miles high. As it fell and crushed, it pressed down all the way to the sea.

Moreover, even as it fell, it continued to grow taller, or rather, it grew even taller.

Before long, it seemed to break through the sky, drawing out a long walkway in the sky, as if it had split the sky in two.

Everyone was truly dumbfounded.

The Jianmu tree split the sky open.

And in the split sky, there is a strange "wall" writhing.

However, this "wall" was only visible for a fleeting moment, and many people had no recollection of it. It could be said that any related memory of that scene was wiped clean in the next second.

Only Wang Ping'an still remembers it vividly.

He felt that he saw not only a "wall," but also the flesh and blood of the world, the viscera of heaven and earth, the bloody source of heaven and earth...

Unrelated memories kept surging in his mind, causing the newly formed Yang Spirit to undergo an irreversible "deformation".

Originally, his Yang spirit was composed of his own Daoist techniques, but now it is mixed with other things. These things are like branding irons inserted into his Yang spirit, stirring it up and messing up his original Yang spirit structure. His Daoist techniques are gone, his spirit is confused, and he has many non-existent memories and thoughts.

But he thought these were originally himself.

Wang Ping'an stood there all alone, motionless.

"Wang Ping'an? What's wrong?" A familiar yet unfamiliar voice suddenly entered his ears.

It was Bai Amin; he had appeared beside me without me even realizing it.

No, that's not right. It should be that Wang Ping'an stood there all night.

At this moment, the Jianmu tree has fallen, and everything must return to its original state, because people are surprised to find that the world is undergoing a very decisive and incomprehensible change.

Time is "flowing backward".

But while time in the universe is "flowing backwards," the lives of living beings remain stagnant in the present, without shifting even a fraction of a second.

"I am not Wang Ping'an." Coming back to his senses, Wang Ping'an had a cold, or rather indifferent, expression. He regarded the person in front of him as nothing, and everything in the world as nothing, as if nothing could be taken seriously by him.

"Then who are you? Never mind that, look, the demons are all gone, what you said has come true." Bai Amin excitedly tugged at Wang Ping'an.

Wang Ping'an was naturally aware of what was happening at this moment, especially since he also saw the three beings in front of him that others could not see.

The founders of the three religions.

Both sides stared at each other with cold, piercing gazes, regarding each other as mortal enemies.

"You shameless bunch, actually associating with our enemies!" Wang Ping'an shouted.

The three founders of the religion did not argue about this matter, and they had already admitted that they had nothing to do with the Vengeful Gu God.

"Do you really want to live like this forever?"

These words from the three founders of religions prevented Wang Ping'an from continuing his sarcastic remarks.

Who would want to waste their entire life in such a wretched place? He was once a "promising young man" of the demon race, with a bright future ahead. He dared not say that he could definitely save Da Luo, but Taiyi still had some hope, and in the future, he would have the opportunity to be promoted to one of the 365 main stars in the Zhou Tian constellation.

But all of this was ruined by Luo Zu.

"I shouldn't be trapped here, but you should be," Wang Ping'an suddenly said with a smile.

"Forever and ever."

The three founders of the religions understood His meaning perfectly well, since they were originally one and of the same origin. The message that Wang Ping'an received at this moment could also be received by them.

However, Luo Zu, who was far away in the Great Luo Heaven, was already omniscient in this realm and naturally knew about this matter as well.

Luo Zu grasped this sudden piece of information, his mind filled with suspicion.

He pondered the meaning of this message from the outside world.

But this information is no longer important to the outcome of the duel at this moment; Luo Zu has already won.

Moreover, this victory came easily; Luo Zu had already set his sights on it from the moment Wang Ping'an was born.

In other words, the process will be a bit complicated and somewhat difficult.

But after Wang Ping'an felled the "Jianmu" tree, all of this could come to an end.

The sky that was briefly torn apart, revealing the very source of heaven and earth, was Luo Zu's objective.

Now, without Luo Zu taking action, the three patriarchs can help him eliminate the remaining thoughts of the resentful Gu.

Although he was close to escaping his predicament, Luo Zu was not in a hurry. After all, the saying "haste makes waste" is absolutely true.

If you rush things, you might just fall headlong into the trap set by the schemers.

Thinking of this, Luo Zu suddenly flipped his hand again, and a ball of essence floated from the void and landed in front of him, and then he made a hand seal.

"Return safely."

This wisp of energy shifted and changed with the incantation, eventually transforming into a human figure.

It turned out to be Wang Ping'an.

(End of this chapter)