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

Huang Chen sat cross-legged on the cold stone platform. With a thought, two items fell from Chu Yunfei's storage bag into his palm.

A dark gold jade slip, its surface engraved with intricate cloud patterns, and a scroll made of tanned hide from an unknown animal, exuding a faint smell of blood.

The moment the jade slip was in hand, a sudden change occurred. The cloud patterns on its surface seemed to come alive, moving rapidly like snakes.

"Buzz".

A blinding crimson light burst forth from the jade slip, weaving into a blurry figure in mid-air—an old man draped in a black Taoist robe, his beard and hair bristling, his eyes bloodshot.

A terrifying pressure descended through the phantom image.

"I am Zhao Wuji, the Punishment Elder of the Xuantian Sect!" A deafening roar echoed through the stone chamber.

"Whether you are human or demon, you dare to kill my sect's true disciple, Chu Yunfei! I will surely extract your soul and refine it, condemning you to eternal damnation!"

"Issue the Ironclad Order of the Punishment Hall: Immediately seal off the area within a three-thousand-mile radius of Gale Gorge! Dig three feet into the ground, and find the murderer!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the phantom flickered violently a few times, then turned into specks of spiritual light and dissipated into the air.

A fine crack appeared on the surface of the jade slip, and its light dimmed completely.

Huang Chen stared blankly at the air, weighing the jade slip in his hand.

"You think you're a saint? You think you can move me with just a phantom?"

Huang Chen sneered as he unfurled the animal hide scroll, which was an extremely detailed "Map of the Distribution of Forces in the Outer Territory of the Ten Thousand Mountains".

Not only were the mountains and rivers marked, but the territories of each demon king were also circled with different colored cinnabar.

Huang Chen's eyes quickly swept across the map, finding the location of Gale Gorge, less than 500 miles from the Firewood Shelter.

Draw a circle three thousand miles in circumference with Gale Gorge as the center, and the Firewood Shelter is located right on the edge of this circle.

If the Xuan Tian Sect's Punishment Hall were to conduct a comprehensive search, the concealing mist surrounding the sanctuary might not be able to evade the divine sense of a powerful individual.

The 50,000 spirit stones did stabilize the great formation, but it was still not enough to withstand the wrath of a super sect.

Since the Xuantian Sect wants to find a murderer, then let them find a few "murderers" of sufficient importance.

Huang Chen's gaze moved across the map, finally settling on two huge red circles on the west side of Gale Gorge.

Crimson Flame Demon King's Territory. Black Water Crocodile Demon's Territory.

Both of these demon kings are overlords of the outer areas of the Ten Thousand Mountains, commanding tens of thousands of demon soldiers, and their strength is unfathomable.

If the Xuan Tian Sect's pursuers discover Chu Yunfei's belongings in the territories of these demon kings... even the slightest spark could ignite a major battle.

At that point, who will care about the periphery?

The plan quickly took shape in his mind, but he needed to set up a trap deep within the Demon King's territory before the Xuan Tian Sect could form an encirclement.

It is extremely dangerous; if one is not careful, one will be caught in a double attack by the demon army and the experts of the Xuantian Sect.

Huang Chen brought up the system panel.

[Host: Huang Chen]

[Cultivation Level: Qi Refining to Spirit Transformation (Peak)]

[Cultivation Method: Ancient Body Tempering Scripture (Volume 1 & Volume 2)]

Karma Value: 32500

Previously, they had ambushed and killed Chu Yunfei and his two companions in the canyon, and along with the monsters they cleared along the way, they had accumulated a lot of karma.

Open the system shop, then go to the martial arts and secret techniques section.

While the "Ancient Body Forging Scripture" is powerful, it has always lacked matching methods of combat. Relying solely on brute force will inevitably lead to disadvantage when facing truly strong opponents.

Scroll through the list.

【Seven Techniques of Witchcraft (Fragment: First Three Techniques)】

[Description: An ancient close-combat technique of the witch clan, each move deadly, using brute force to overcome magic.]

[Price: 15000 Karma Points]

"Ding! 15000 karma points deducted, exchange successful."

A vast and ancient stream of information instantly flooded into my mind.

That wasn't just a simple written record, but muscle memory etched from countless life-or-death battles.

Huang Chen closed his eyes, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

In my mind, a faceless giant with bulging muscles is practicing his moves on a desolate land.

First move: Earth Split.

Based on the leg muscles, the power is transmitted layer by layer to the waist and abdomen, and finally converges at the fist.

With a single punch, the earth shattered.

The second move, Breaking the River.

Transforming the palm into a blade, qi and blood flow through the body, forming an indestructible blade of qi that can cut off rivers.

The third move, Meteor.

Leaping into the air, using the momentum of the fall to perfectly merge the blood and energy in the body with gravity, unleashing a devastating blow.

Huang Chen's bones emitted a series of cracking sounds.

The body's Qi and blood surge wildly through the meridians like ignited gunpowder.

He opened his eyes, a fierce red light flashing in them.

He stomped his right foot hard on the ground.

"Bang!"

The hard stone surface instantly cracked open like a spiderweb.

Huang Chen exerted force from his waist, and his right fist, accompanied by a piercing sound of air being torn apart, slammed fiercely into the void.

The air was compressed to an extreme degree, producing a muffled burst of air.

The powerful recoil traveled back up his arm, but was easily neutralized by his strong physique.

Huang Chen withdrew his fist and looked at his hand with its distinct knuckles.

These three secret techniques at least double the destructive power of the physical body.

He carefully tucked the animal hide map and several personal keepsakes of Chu Yunfei into his pocket.

Jade pendants bearing the aura of the Xuantian Sect and fragments of tattered robes are now the best bait.

Pushing open the heavy stone door, several torches were lit in the passageway outside.

Ashi was leading several young men in moving stones to reinforce the passage's defenses.

Upon seeing Huang Chen emerge, A Shi immediately put down his work and hurried over.

"My lord, is the grand formation alright?" Ashi asked in a low voice.

Huang Chen nodded. "The fog outside has fully formed. As long as we don't actively expose ourselves, it will be very difficult for outsiders to find this place."

Ashi breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the dust off his face.

"That's good."

Huang Chen looked into his tired but hopeful eyes and patted him on the shoulder.

"I need to go out for a while. It might take a few days."

Ashi paused for a moment, and the relaxed expression on his face vanished instantly.

"Going out again? It's outside now..."

Huang Chen interrupted him, "While I'm away, no one is allowed to leave the area of ​​the mist. If we encounter a monster attack, we must immediately retreat into the tunnel and defend the array's core."

"Understood." Ashi nodded solemnly, without asking any further questions.

"Keep an eye on the house."

Huang Chen turned around and walked down the winding passage to the ground.

As I emerged from underground, the night wind carried the distinctive, pungent smell of the Ten Thousand Mountains.

Above the Firewood Shelter, a thin layer of gray mist was slowly swirling.

The fog wasn't thick, but it perfectly concealed the atmosphere of the entire valley, blending in with the surrounding miasma.

Huang Chen lightly touched the ground with his toes, his figure like a giant night owl, silently gliding over the treetops.

Direction: due west, the territory of the Crimson Flame Demon King.

After an unknown amount of time, a patch of scorched earth appeared ahead.

The trees were dead, and the ground reeked of sulfur; we had entered the outer territory of the Crimson Flame Demon King.

Huang Chen crouched on a thick tree branch, using the dense canopy to conceal himself.

Below, a patrol team of five fire fox demons was lazily walking by.

They held rough spears in their hands, and occasionally twitched their noses, sniffing the air.

He activated his concealment technique and waited until the fire fox demon was far away before quietly leaping down from the tree trunk.

He took out Chu Yunfei's broken jade pendant from his pocket; a faint purple spiritual light still lingered on the pendant.

Huang Chen walked under a giant tree that had been burned down. There were dried bloodstains on the ground, indicating that a battle between demonic beasts had taken place not long ago.

He crushed the jade pendant with force, cleverly embedding several fragments, each carrying a strong aura, into the scorched marks on the broken giant tree.

Then he tore off a piece of cloth from Chu Yunfei's robe and hung it on the bramble bushes next to him.

After doing all this, he took two steps back and carefully examined the area. It looked like the marks left by a severely injured human cultivator who had been attacked here and fought back desperately.

But that's not enough; one location is too deliberate.

Over the next few days, Huang Chen roamed frantically at the border between the territories of the Crimson Flame Demon King and the Black Water Crocodile Demon.

Chu Yunfei's broken sword, bloodstained boots, and even a few strands of hair were carefully arranged in different areas.

That day, Huang Chen stopped at the edge of a cliff, below which was a boiling lake of lava.

The lair of the Crimson Flame Demon King is located inside the volcano at the center of the lava lake.

All that remained in his hand was Chu Yunfei's magic sword, which had already been dulled.

Huang Chen took a deep breath, and his arm muscles suddenly bulged.

"go."

He suddenly hurled the flying sword.

The flying sword transformed into a streak of light and precisely pierced into a huge black rock at the edge of the lava lake.

The sword was mostly submerged, leaving only the hilt trembling slightly in the scorching heat.