Primordial Era: Starting with slaughtering all the gods and Buddhas in the sky

The vast, desolate land was ravaged by bloodshed and carnage.

The muddy puddles were filled with dark red water that emitted a nauseating fishy smell.

Limbs and severed bodies were scattered all around.

Screams and chewing sounds mingled together, creating a scene resembling a living hell.

Huang Chen knelt in the mud, his arms tightly embracing a mangled body.

That was an elderly human.

Half an hour ago, in order to cover Huang Chen's escape, the old man had half of his body torn off by a demon wolf.

The blood had long since drained away, and the old man's body was completely cold.

Huang Chen trembled all over, his fingernails digging deep into the soil, causing them to burst and bleed.

A deep-seated sense of powerlessness.

In this chaotic primordial era where gods and demons roamed freely, the human race was nothing more than the lowest of ants.

They are blood food raised by the demon race.

Suddenly, a golden light shone in the sky, and a lucky cloud broke through the blood-red rain curtain and slowly descended.

Above the clouds stood a "celestial being" dressed in a Taoist robe.

The immortal's face was cold and indifferent as he looked down at the scene below.

Huang Chen suddenly raised his head, his eyes gleaming with hope.

"Immortal Master!"

Huang Chen shouted hoarsely, "I beg the immortal to intervene and save my people!"

The passing cultivator glanced at Huang Chen, ignoring Huang Chen's pleas, and instead took out a magic weapon from his sleeve.

A black gourd emitting a faint glow.

As soon as the gourd's mouth opened, a tremendous suction force emanated from it.

Those humans who had just died tragically had their souls drawn away before they could even dissipate.

Countless translucent vengeful spirits struggled and wailed in the air.

"Now that the demon race is powerful, the human race should be destroyed. This is the will of Heaven. I am following the will of Heaven and only taking some unclaimed souls, without getting involved in the karma of this slaughter. This is truly a brilliant plan." A satisfied smile appeared on the lips of the black-clad cultivator.

"What are you doing!"

Huang Chen was stunned for a moment, then roared, "They're already dead, and you won't even spare their souls?!"

The black-clad cultivator snorted coldly.

"For ants like us to become part of this immortal's magical treasure is our good fortune."

"Heaven's way is ruthless; this immortal will not be tainted by such karma. The demons eat flesh, and this immortal collects souls—each gets what they need."

After speaking, the black-clad cultivator put away his gourd and rode on auspicious clouds to continue observing coldly from the sidelines.

They didn't care at all that the demon race below was still slaughtering them.

Huang Chen gritted his teeth so hard that his lips were bitten until they bled and blood flowed into his mouth.

This is the lofty and unattainable immortal!

He talks a lot about compassion, but secretly treats humans as raw materials for crafting weapons!

"Damn it..." Huang Chen growled in his throat.

Just then, a chilling chewing sound came from behind.

Three jackal demons, each the size of a calf, were trudging through the mud and water, approaching step by step.

They were covered in black fur, and thick saliva dripped from their mouths.

His scarlet eyes were fixed on Huang Chen.

"This kid's flesh smells quite tender," the leading jackal demon said in a hoarse, unpleasant voice.

"That old man's stuff is no good, this one's mine!" Another jackal demon grinned and pounced.

A foul stench filled the air.

With nowhere to retreat, Huang Chen shielded the old man's crippled body beneath him and suddenly grabbed a sharp stone from the ground.

His arms trembled violently, but his eyes revealed a madness that seemed to want to die together with his enemies.

kill!

Even if it means death, I will bite off a piece of this beast's flesh!

An extreme killing intent exploded within Huang Chen's chest.

[Ding!] A cold, mechanical voice suddenly rang in Huang Chen's mind.

[Host's extreme killing intent detected. God-level Merit Killing System officially activated!]

This system proves its path through slaughter and judges the sins of all beings!

All beings stained with the blood of human vengeance and burdened with heinous sins are the targets of judgment!

Slay the wicked, strip them of their lives, and convert them into karmic points!

Karma Points can be exchanged for all items, cultivation techniques, and bloodlines throughout the myriad realms!

[New player gift pack has been distributed, would you like to open it?]

Huang Chen's pupils suddenly contracted.

system?!

Without the slightest hesitation, he roared in his mind, "Activate!"

[Ding! New player gift pack successfully opened.]

[Received: One-time use Heavenly Thunder Talisman x1]

The item has been stored in the system space and can be retrieved at any time.

The three jackal demons had already pounced on Huang Chen, their sharp claws tearing through the rain and heading straight for his throat.

"Die, you two-legged sheep!" the jackal demon laughed wildly.

With a thought, Huang Chen instantly produced a purple talisman in his hand, crackling with lightning and radiating an aura of world-destroying power.

"Go to hell!"

Huang Chen's eyes widened in anger as he crushed the talisman in his hand.

Boom!

A clap of thunder shattered the curtain of rain.

A thick bolt of purple lightning, carrying the majestic power of heaven, struck straight down from the heavens.

"What is that...?"

The jackal demon in mid-air stared wide-eyed in terror, but before it could finish speaking, it was completely swallowed by the purple lightning.

The purple lightning continued its relentless advance, exploding instantly into a sea of ​​lightning and magma, engulfing the other two jackal demons who hadn't yet reacted.

"Aww—!"

The piercing screams stopped abruptly as soon as they began.

The smell of burning instantly overpowered the smell of blood.

The lightning dissipated.

A large, charred crater appeared on the ground.

The three once arrogant jackal demons had now turned into black ashes, which were washed away by the rain and scattered in the mud.

The air was filled with a pungent, burnt smell.

[Ding! Three Qi Condensation stage jackal demons have been killed, gaining 30 Karma Points.]

Huang Chen gasped for breath, staring at the charred corpse on the ground, and clenched his fists.

That's power!

The power to kill demons!

Above the clouds, the black-clad cultivator frowned slightly, looked down at Huang Chen, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"A mere mortal possesses such a high-level talisman."

He stroked his beard, a cold smile playing on his lips.

"It seems this child possesses a great destiny, and is destined to be connected with me."

Huang Chen wiped the blood and mud off his face, slowly straightened up, and glared angrily at the immortal in the clouds.

"You used human souls to forge weapons; I'm going to settle that score with you today!"

"Insolence!" the black-clad cultivator sneered.

The sound was like rolling thunder, causing the surrounding rainwater to instantly vaporize and turn into a white mist.

He now disdains to speak with mortals and has no desire to investigate the origin of that heavenly lightning.

With a flick of his sleeve, a gleaming golden alms bowl flew out of his sleeve.

The golden alms bowl grew taller with the wind, transforming into the size of a small mountain in the blink of an eye, blotting out the sky and the sun.

In an instant, a gale howled, and mud and water swirled up.

The bottom of the golden bowl was engraved with intricate Buddhist runes, and it crashed down on Huang Chen's head with an overwhelming pressure that could crush everything.

The raging gale was like countless invisible steel blades, frantically cutting into Huang Chen's body.

His already tattered clothes instantly turned to ashes, and countless fine, bloody gashes appeared on his skin.

Huang Chen stared intently at the golden bowl that was crashing down on him like a mountain. His legs trembled violently under the terrifying pressure, and the bones in his knees made a teeth-grinding grinding sound.

The ground beneath my feet had completely collapsed, and I was so crushed that I almost knelt down in the mud.

In the blink of an eye, life and death seemed to slow down.

The raindrops hovered in mid-air, making the trajectory of the falling golden bowl clearly visible.

Images from the past month flashed uncontrollably through Huang Chen's mind.

A month ago, I was just an ordinary person working a nine-to-five job in modern society. After inexplicably opening my eyes, I found myself in this chaotic and primordial world where gods and demons danced together.

When I first transmigrated, I was filled with excitement and admiration as I watched the streaks of light occasionally flying across the sky and imagined those immortals riding the clouds. I thought I could live like in the novels, seeking immortality and asking questions, clinging to the coattails of some powerful figure, and living a carefree and immortal life.

Until reality slapped him hard in the face.

In this era, humans are not the protagonists of the world at all. In the eyes of the demons, humans are just two-legged sheep, delicious food.

In the eyes of immortals and Buddhas, humans are ants, weeds, or even materials that can be used to refine magical treasures.

They watched as living, breathing people were disemboweled by monsters.

They watched as those high and mighty immortals passed by, turning a blind eye to the miserable state of the human race, and even sending down heavenly fire because they disliked the smell of blood for soiling the clouds, burning the living to ashes along with them.

Huang Chen's gaze unconsciously fell on the mangled corpse at his feet, covered with his tattered outer clothes.

Half an hour ago, Huang Chen was so hungry that he was dizzy and almost collapsed in the mud. It was this old man who took out half a piece of meat with a fishy smell from his pocket and stuffed it into his hand.

The old man didn't say anything, he just patted him on the shoulder.

Then, the three jackal demons rushed over.

To buy Huang Chen time to escape, the old man deliberately faced the jackal demon. Huang Chen hid behind the ruins and watched helplessly as the old man was torn apart alive by three gaping maws, his entrails spilling onto the ground.

And that immortal in the clouds just watched coldly. Even after the jackal demon finished eating the old man, he stroked his beard and chuckled, saying something about not getting involved in karma.

At that moment, Huang Chen's idealized view of immortals was completely shattered.

What compassion, what salvation?

That's all bullshit!

"Ding!"

A crisp mechanical sound exploded in Huang Chen's mind, abruptly pulling him back from his memories.

[The system detected that the host risked their life to protect the remains of their kin, performing a good deed and earning 10 merit points!]

Huang Chen stared intently at the panel in front of him, his gaze sweeping over the few lines of cold text.

"Killing demons, immortals, and Buddhas earns karma; protecting my fellow human beings accumulates merit..." Huang Chen muttered to himself, saliva mixed with blood dripping from his mouth, making him look extremely ferocious.

In this cannibalistic world, talking about morality is tantamount to courting death.

"System, open the store!" Huang Chen roared in his mind.

The blue light screen shifted instantly, revealing a list of countless shimmering items.

Cultivation techniques, bloodlines, magical treasures, and elixirs—everything imaginable is available.

Huang Chen's gaze swept quickly across the list, locking onto the bloodline section.

What he lacks most right now is the strength to survive. The golden bowl is about to smash his head, and there's no time to slowly cultivate any mysterious immortal techniques.

What is needed is the most direct and violent force.

[Primary Witch Clan Battle Body (Incomplete): An ancient method of refining the physical body by the Witch Clan. When mastered, one can tear apart a true dragon with one's bare hands and tread on stars.]

This is currently an incomplete version, which can significantly enhance physical strength and power. It requires 30 Karma Points to exchange.

"exchange!"

Thirty points of karma are instantly cleared to zero.

A violent and incomparably hot current appeared out of nowhere in Huang Chen's heart.

This heat, like boiling magma, surged wildly through his veins and washed over his entire body.

"Ugh—!"

Huang Chen raised his head and let out a roar of extreme pain. His skin instantly turned crimson, and veins bulged out on his body like writhing dragons.

The bones emitted a series of popping sounds, and the originally thin body swelled up at a visible speed, with muscles bulging like rocks.

An ancient, destructive aura erupted from his body. The still raindrops around him were shattered by this aura, turning into a fine mist.

Pain, pain that penetrates to the very soul.

But Huang Chen's eyes shone with an astonishing light, because he sensed power.

That terrifying power that can shatter mountains with a single punch.

At the same time, a huge wheel exuding an ancient aura appeared before our eyes. On the wheel, chaotic energy flowed, and the sharpness of the Heaven-Opening Axe, the fragments of the Creation Jade Disc, and the killing intent of the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation could be vaguely seen... Countless phantom images of primordial treasures that only existed in legends flickered alternately in the wheel's grid, radiating a breathtaking divine power.

[Bronze Lottery: Each draw costs 10 Merit Points]

[Silver Lottery: Each draw costs 3000 Merit Points]

[Golden Lottery: Each draw costs 30000 Merit Points]

"System, Bronze Lottery!" Huang Chen gritted his teeth, enduring the excruciating pain of his physical body being reconstructed, and issued the command again.

Ten merit points are deducted.

An ancient bronze wheel appeared on the light screen, and the pointer began to spin wildly.

Two seconds later, the pointer suddenly stopped.

[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have obtained: a tattered Xuan Iron Gauntlet.]

[Broken Xuan Iron Gauntlets: A lost item of an unknown body cultivator. Made of extremely hard material, capable of withstanding immense force, and possessing a slight armor-piercing effect.]

A pair of dark gray metal gauntlets appeared out of thin air on Huang Chen's hands.

The surface of the boxing gloves was covered with crisscrossing scratches, and it smelled strongly of blood and rust.

The cold metallic touch pressed against the burning hot skin.

Huang Chen clenched his fists tightly.

"Click-clack—"

The sound of metal clashing was particularly clear in the rainy night.

The system panel vanished instantly. Time, which had been frozen in place, resumed its flow.

"boom!"

The Demon-Subduing Golden Bowl, carrying the power to destroy everything, had already pressed down to within three feet of Huang Chen's head.

The terrifying air pressure pressed the soil beneath his feet into a huge crater.

Above the clouds, the black-clad monk stroked his beard, his eyes cold.

This arrogant ant will soon be turned into a pile of minced meat, along with the old man's corpse, crushed into dust by the golden bowl.

Ordinary people should have the awareness of ordinary people.

Huang Chen didn't dodge, nor did he intend to dodge at all.

Large plumes of white steam rose from the crimson skin, and eerie dark red totems appeared on its surface—the Witch Clan!

They do not respect heaven or worship earth, but only believe in the ancient overlords of absolute power!

Even though it was just a damaged, rudimentary battle form, Huang Chen felt a violent power that could tear the heavens and earth apart.

"I..." Huang Chen squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth, his voice hoarse like the low growl of a wild beast.

His legs suddenly bent, and the ground beneath his feet exploded with a deafening roar, sending mud and water mixed with gravel soaring into the sky.

Using this terrifying recoil force, Huang Chen rose up like a cannonball, facing the golden light and the gale strong enough to crush steel, and charged straight up.

"I want your bones..."

The muscles in his right arm bulged high, and the black iron gauntlets reflected a cold, dark light under the illumination of the Buddha's light. All the power was compressed into this one punch.

"Smash it inch by inch!"

Huang Chen roared.

Filled with boundless rage and murderous intent toward this damned world, he swung his right fist and smashed it fiercely toward the golden alms bowl that fell like a mountain.

The fist collided violently with the intricate Buddhist runes on the bottom of the golden bowl.

A deafening roar tore through the night sky, and a terrifying shockwave, visible to the naked eye, swept wildly in all directions from the point of impact.

The surrounding ruins were instantly blown away by the blast wave.

The rain was swept upwards into the sky.

The blinding golden light and the dark gray blood energy were frantically fighting each other in mid-air.

The black-clad cultivator on the cloud suddenly widened his eyes, and the fingers that were pinching his beard trembled involuntarily, pulling out a few white hairs.

The indestructible golden alms bowl actually stopped its descent in mid-air.

At the bottom of the golden bowl, the mortal remained in a fist-pumping stance. His dark gray iron gauntlets pressed firmly against the Buddhist runes.

"Click..."

A faint yet crisp cracking sound suddenly rang out amidst the booming thunder and rain.

A tiny crack appeared on the golden runes at the bottom of the bowl. Then, the crack spread rapidly like a spider web, covering the entire bottom of the bowl in the blink of an eye.