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

"impossible!"

Above the clouds, the contempt on the black-clad cultivator's face froze instantly.

"Bang!"

The golden alms bowl let out a mournful cry and exploded into countless golden fragments.

The magic weapon was destroyed, and the energy was affected.

The black-clad monk was struck dumb, spitting out a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of his internal organs.

Then it plummeted from the clouds, plunging down in utter disbelief.

"Mere ants!"

The black-robed monk had disheveled hair and bloodshot eyes.

"How dare you destroy my celestial treasure! I will tear your soul from your body and refine it, so that you may never be reincarnated!"

Huang Chen crashed heavily onto the muddy ruins, panting heavily.

The berserk power brought by the Elementary Witch Clan Battle Body was rapidly subsiding, and the excruciating pain of muscle tearing surged through his nerves.

He raised his head and stared intently at the immortal who was swooping down.

My brain is working at lightning speed.

distance.

speed.

flaw.

Huang Chen suddenly stopped breathing, his legs went weak, and he knelt down on one knee.

He lowered his head, his chest heaving violently, as if he had exhausted his last bit of strength.

"An ant is still an ant."

Upon seeing this, the black-clad cultivator's furious face revealed a hint of pleasure as he hovered three zhang above Huang Chen's head.

The sword is aimed at one.

A sharp flying sword tore through the air, aiming straight for Huang Chen's head.

"Die."

Three zhang (approximately 10 meters).

Two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters).

One zhang (approximately 3.3 meters).

Just as the flying sword was about to pierce through the skull.

Huang Chen suddenly looked up, his murderous intent erupting like a volcano.

"roar!"

He slammed his legs into the ground, like a raging beast, and charged at the flying sword.

"Pfft."

The flying sword grazed Huang Chen's cheek, spraying a spray of hot blood.

The deep wound, which exposed bone, instantly twisted open.

Despite his severe injuries, Huang Chen managed to cross the final ten-foot distance.

Hands covered in mud and blood gripped the black-clad monk's arms like iron clamps.

"you!"

The black-clad cultivator was terrified and desperately tried to break free by channeling his spiritual energy.

"An immortal?"

Huang Chen grinned, revealing his bloodstained teeth.

"It's nothing but a lump of flesh and blood!"

He suddenly swung his right fist, clad in a black iron gauntlet, and slammed it hard into the black-clad cultivator's face.

"Bang!"

The protective aura shook violently.

The black-robed monk's nasal bone shattered instantly, and blood spurted out.

"ah--"

A heart-wrenching scream echoed through the ruins.

Huang Chen gripped the other man's hair tightly with his left hand, while his right fist rained down like a storm.

One punch.

Two punches.

Ten punches.

"Bang!

Bang! Bang!

The dull thud of flesh colliding was chilling.

The protective aura was shattered.

The high and mighty immortal bones were smashed into minced meat inch by inch by Huang Chen.

"Let me go... I am..."

The black-clad monk's face was completely distorted, and his voice was filled with fear and despair.

"Go to hell!"

Huang Chen roared and suddenly exerted force in his waist.

The black iron gauntlets slammed heavily into the black-clad cultivator's chest with a piercing sonic boom.

"Snap!"

The sternum collapsed, and the heart shattered.

The black-clad monk's eyes bulged out suddenly, his body twitched twice, and then he fell completely silent.

【Ding! 】

[The host has killed a cultivator at the Earth Immortal Realm, a level above his own!]

The target is burdened with heinous crimes; their life has been successfully taken away!

[Gained Karma Points: 8500!]

The system notification sounds were frantically scrolling through my mind.

Huang Chen released his grip, and the black-clad cultivator's mangled corpse slammed into the pool of blood like a broken sack.

Just then.

Suddenly, dense black mist rose from the scattered fragments of the demon-subduing golden bowl.

Those were countless distorted, pained faces.

The compatriots whose souls were extracted and their spirits refined, imprisoned in magical artifacts and tormented day and night.

With the golden bowl shattered and the earth immortals dying, they were finally freed.

The vengeful spirits hovered in mid-air and bowed deeply to Huang Chen.

Then it turned into specks of golden light and disappeared into the world.

【Ding! 】

[Release three thousand imprisoned human vengeful spirits!]

Protect humanity, do good deeds and accumulate merit!

[Merit Points Gained: 3000!]

Huang Chen stood in a pool of blood.

Watching the golden light dissipate, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

"These are the high and mighty immortals and Buddhas."

He spat out a mouthful of blood.

Huang Chen squatted down and washed the bits of flesh off the black iron gauntlets.

With a thought, his gaze fell on the waist of the Earth Immortal's corpse.

There hung a communication jade talisman engraved with strange totems.

He reached out and tore off the Great Religion's totem communication jade talisman, stuffing it into his robes.

Turn around.

My gaze passed over the ruins and looked into the distance.

The place was filled with demonic energy, and a continuous mountain range was shrouded in thick black mist. It was the largest demon cave within a radius of tens of thousands of miles.

It is also a nightmare for countless human villages.

Half an hour later, inside a hollow in an ancient tree.

The light was dim, and Huang Chen leaned against the damp wooden interior wall.

His chest heaved violently.

Having defeated a powerful Earth Immortal, the blood and qi within his body were already surging like boiling water.

Waves of excruciating, tearing pain shot through my muscles.

"System, open the panel."

Huang Chen gritted his teeth, his voice hoarse.

A semi-transparent light curtain suddenly lit up in front of me.

[Host: Huang Chen]

[Realm Level: Mortal (Physical Body in Transformation)]

[Cultivation Technique: Basic Witch Clan Battle Body (Incomplete)]

[Karma Value: 8500 points]

Merit Points: 3000

Looking at the data on the panel, Huang Chen twitched the corner of his mouth.

It turns out that the seemingly aloof cultivators are actually a gold mine.

"System, complete the basic Witch Clan battle form!"

In this world where demons roam freely and immortals and Buddhas regard humans as mere straw dogs, only real strength can ensure survival.

【Ding! 】

[Consumes 5000 Karma Points!]

[The incomplete (Primary Witch Clan Battle Body) is being completed...]

The moment the notification tone ends.

A violent and unparalleled surge of heat suddenly exploded within Huang Chen's body.

"ah--"

Huang Chen grunted and slammed his fists hard against the bottom of the tree hole.

It hurts too much.

It felt as if a million steel knives were scraping away at the bones and cutting the flesh.

The bones throughout his body emitted a sickeningly loud "crackling" sound.

His already impressive muscles swelled up even more as if they were being inflated.

Strange, dark red totems appeared on the surface of the skin.

The power of Qi and blood surged exponentially.

The air inside the tree hole was distorted by the terrifying heat.

The sweat was instantly evaporated into white mist as soon as it seeped out of the pores.

Huang Chen gritted his teeth and endured this inhuman torment.

A full incense stick's time had passed.

The excruciating pain in my body finally subsided like a receding tide.

Huang Chen slumped to the ground, panting heavily.

He lowered his head and clenched his fists.

As their knuckles intertwined, a crisp sound, like metal colliding with stone, was produced.

An explosive force surged through his limbs and bones.

He suddenly punched the tree wall next to him.

"boom!"

The ancient tree, as thick as a person's embrace, shook violently, sending wood chips flying everywhere.

A fist-shaped mark, half a foot deep, was clearly imprinted on it.

No internal energy was used.

Pure physical power.

"This is the complete Witch Clan battle form..."

A fanatical light gleamed in Huang Chen's eyes.

The basic, incomplete version can barely contend with low-level cultivators.

Now I am absolutely certain that I can tear that passing immortal apart with my bare body.

With such a trump card, the Black Wind Demon Cave is not inaccessible.

The surging qi and blood gradually recede into the body.

The dark red totem was hidden beneath the skin.

Huang Chen sat up straight again.

His gaze fell on the remaining 3000 merit points on the panel.

Karma is used to exchange for enhancements.

Merit points are used for lottery gambles and life-or-death situations.

"Bring up the merit lottery wheel."

The enormous roulette wheel, exuding an ancient aura, reappeared before my eyes.

The roulette wheel is divided into densely packed areas.

Magical artifacts, supernatural powers, elixirs, bloodlines...

Everything is available.

[Bronze Lottery: Each draw costs 10 Merit Points]

[Silver Lottery: Each draw costs 3000 Merit Points]

[Golden Lottery: Each draw costs 30000 Merit Points]

Huang Chen stared at the silver lottery option.

"Take a gamble."

"System, conduct a silver lottery draw!"

【Ding! 】

[Consumes 3000 merit points!]

[Silver Lottery in Progress...]

The ancient roulette wheel began to spin wildly.

The pointer jumps rapidly between different areas.

Huang Chen held his breath and stared intently at the pointer.

The roulette wheel is moving slower and slower.

Finally, the pointer came to a steady stop on a square that emitted a faint glow.

【Ding! 】

[Congratulations, host! You have obtained a C-rank divine ability: Concealing Breath Technique!]

[The supernatural power has been automatically transmitted to the host's mind.]

The voice just fell.

A massive flow of information forcefully crashed into the depths of Huang Chen's memory.

Countless mysterious runes intertwined and reassembled in his mind.

Huang Chen closed his eyes, quickly digesting the mysteries of this supernatural power.

He opened his eyes a moment later.

"nice one."

The Concealing Breath Technique, as the name suggests, can perfectly conceal one's life force, blood and qi fluctuations, and even soul fluctuations.

As long as he doesn't actively expose himself, even a powerhouse a whole realm higher than him won't be able to detect his presence. It's practically a divine skill for killing and robbing, or even for slaying demons and stealing treasures.

Huang Chen immediately activated his supernatural powers according to the method in his mind.

The next second, the surging blood and qi in his body vanished without a trace.

He became like a lifeless rock, his breathing and heartbeat suppressed to the extreme.

The area surrounding the Black Wind Demon Cave must be heavily guarded, with numerous demon soldiers.

If one were to force their way through, even with their battle physique now fully developed, they would be worn down by the endless stream of demonic beasts.

But with the Concealing Breath Technique, we can first cut off the outer wings and then strike straight at the heart of the enemy.

Outside the tree hollow, the night grew even darker.

Huang Chen took off his tattered, blood-stained clothes and put on a coarse black robe that he had stripped from the demon soldier.

Put the boxing gloves back on his hands.

Fully activate the [Supernatural Power: Breath Concealment Technique].

Huang Chen instantly merged into the boundless darkness and leaped out of the tree hole.

He exerted force with both legs.

Its figure darted through the dense jungle at high speed.

The target is the Black Wind Demon Cave, thirty miles away.

The night wind whistled in my ears.

Huang Chen's mind remained unusually calm.

A significant increase in combat power does not mean invincibility.

Deep within the demon's lair, there must be a powerful demon guarding it.

"Kill the lone sentry first."

"Collect the demon race's defense deployment map."

"If you encounter a powerful demon, never engage in prolonged combat; if you fail to strike, immediately flee far away."

Tactics quickly took shape in my mind.

The thirty-mile mountain road passed in the blink of an eye as we sped along at full speed.

The trees ahead gradually thinned out.

A nauseating, fishy stench wafted over.

Huang Chen slowed down.

I crouched on the thick branches of a towering tree.

Push aside the leaves in front of you.

Ahead lay a vast canyon.

At the entrance to the canyon, two mounds of bones stand tall.

Several wolf demons, each wielding a rusty iron weapon, were dozing off beside a pile of bones.