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

After fleeing for over a hundred miles, Huang Chen abruptly stopped only when he was certain that there were no more spiritual energy fluctuations following him.

He lowered his head and slowly opened his tightly clenched right hand. In his palm lay a fist-sized, crimson crystal.

The crystal surface shimmered with a magma-like luster, and the terrifyingly high temperature burned the skin on my palms until they turned bright red, even emitting a faint burnt smell.

The demon core of the Crimson Flame Demon King was easily extracted from the shattered bones and brain matter the instant that thunderous punch shattered the demon king's head.

Feeling the surging spiritual power within the demon core, Huang Chen twitched his lips and revealed a wild smile. Not only did he gain 35000 points of karma for free, but he also managed to steal a powerful demon core at the Refinement of Emptiness and Integration of Dao level.

This was a huge profit. After stuffing the hot potato demon core into Chu Yunfei's storage bag, he immediately popped two Xuan Tian Sect pills into his mouth and began to quickly recover his depleted qi and blood.

Above Fiery Ridge, the rain of blood finally ceased.

Zhao Wuji hovered in mid-air, his face so gloomy it seemed like water could drip from it. His right hand gripped the corpse of the Crimson Flame Demon King, which he had cleaved in two with a single sword strike. Zhao Wuji's divine sense swept over the broken body like a storm.

The demon king's head had been shattered into dust, and the demon core that should have contained the demon king's life's cultivation had vanished without a trace.

"You brat!"

Zhao Wuji clenched his fist tightly.

The finger bones made a cracking sound.

A terrifying aura erupted from his body, instantly distorting the surrounding air. The already ruined Fiery Ridge below collapsed again under this pressure, with rubble tumbling into the abyss.

He, a dignified elder of the Xuantian Sect and a great cultivator in the mid-stage of the Refining Void and Harmonizing Dao, actually suffered such a great loss at the hands of an ant who didn't even have a spiritual energy fluctuation!

Not only were their prey killed on the spot, but their most valuable spoils were also stolen!

What a shame!

Zhao Wuji took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the raging anger in his chest, and released his grip, letting the demon king's mangled body crash to the ground.

With a flash, he landed at the spot where Huang Chen had just punched and killed the demon king.

Beneath our feet lay scorched earth.

Zhao Wuji squatted down, extended two fingers, dipped them in the still-wet blood, and sniffed it.

Besides the stench of demon blood, there was also an extremely violent and pure power fluctuation in the air.

There was no spiritual power whatsoever, only pure physical strength and an ancient, boundless pressure of blood and qi.

Zhao Wuji frowned.

"Body cultivation?"

He stood up, his gaze sweeping over the trees and rocks around him, destroyed by the force of the punches.

The cut was not smooth; it was covered with marks of being smashed and torn.

This domineering and tyrannical fighting style is not the method of a cultivator at all.

A thought suddenly flashed through Zhao Wuji's mind.

Several months ago, two outer disciples went on a mission to the swampy area on the outskirts of the Ten Thousand Mountains, but their life tokens shattered and the entire group was wiped out.

When the sect sent people to investigate, they only found some traces of battle on the edge of the swamp, and no spiritual energy residue from any high-level demonic beasts or demonic cultivators was found.

There are only traces of pure, violent crushing.

Zhao Wuji narrowed his eyes.

"You killed my Xuantian Sect disciples? Do you really think these Hundred Thousand Mountains can protect you?"

Several surviving Xuantian Sect disciples flew over on their swords with trepidation, stopping ten steps behind Zhao Wuji, not daring to breathe loudly.

"Elder, what should we do now?" a disciple asked cautiously, his voice trembling.

"Block out the area within a radius of five thousand li around Liehuo Ridge." Zhao Wuji said without turning his head.

"But..." the disciple swallowed hard. "That poisonous forest is a forbidden zone. The miasma inside is extremely poisonous, and spiritual sense is restricted. We simply can't deploy our forces there..."

Zhao Wuji suddenly turned his head, his gaze sweeping across the disciple's face like a knife.

The disciple was so frightened that his knees buckled and he knelt directly on the flying sword.

Zhao Wuji ignored him and pulled out a jade talisman from his sleeve. The talisman was entirely purple-gold and engraved with intricate array patterns.

This is the highest-level communication jade talisman of the Xuantian Sect, and only elders are qualified to use it.

The purple-gold jade talisman burst forth with a dazzling light, then shattered with a "crack".

A streak of light, barely visible to the naked eye, shot into the sky, instantly tearing through the clouds and hurtling towards the Xuan Tian Sect.

"Immediately send a message to the sect."

Zhao Wuji looked in the direction where the streak of light disappeared and said, word by word, "Dispatch the 'Sky-Hunting Flying Boat'."

The disciple kneeling on the flying sword suddenly raised his head, his face filled with horror.

Sky-Hunting Flying Boat!

That's a crucial weapon of the Xuantian Sect! It's only used when suppressing large demon tribes or when fighting against other major sects.

To hunt down one person, they actually have to deploy the Sky-Hunting Flying Boat?

"Conduct a thorough search of this poisonous forest." Zhao Wuji's voice echoed through the valley.

"I want to see him alive or dead."

With a wave of his sleeve, Zhao Wuji summoned a small flying boat that appeared in mid-air.

"Everyone, board the ship. Guard the outer perimeter of the poisonous miasma."

He was the first to board the flying boat. Several disciples scrambled to follow.

The flying boat transformed into a streak of light, hovering at the edge of the poisonous forest.

Zhao Wuji stood at the bow of the ship, his hands behind his back.

Dark red poisonous miasma, like boiling swamp, churned and surged beneath the airship.

"Elder, the miasma is too thick."

A Xuan Tian Sect disciple, his face pale, clung tightly to the ship's railing. "My divine sense can't even extend ten feet before it's corroded and excruciatingly painful."

Zhao Wuji snorted coldly, raised his right hand, and a blinding golden light suddenly burst forth from his palm.

An ancient, golden banner appeared in his hand.

"Activate the formation." Zhao Wuji forcefully inserted the formation flag into the groove at the bow of the ship.

The airship trembled violently. Dense runes lit up on both sides of the hull, and a thick pillar of light shot into the sky, then transformed into a huge hemispherical light shield, forcibly repelling the poisonous miasma within a radius of hundreds of feet.

"Start from the outside and push inwards inch by inch."

Zhao Wuji's voice was as cold as ice, "Turn this entire forest upside down, find that body cultivator."

Several disciples nodded repeatedly and maneuvered the flying boat slowly into the depths of the poisonous miasma.

……

A hundred miles away, in an underground river. Huang Chen sat on a slippery rock, his consciousness sinking into his mind, where a semi-transparent system panel unfolded before him.

[Host: Huang Chen]

[Realm Level: Peak of Refining Spirit and Returning to Emptiness]

Karma Value: 41200

Merit Points: 0

Huang Chen's gaze swept quickly across the system shop, finally settling on an option that exuded an ancient and desolate aura.

[Intermediate Witch Clan Battle Body (Incomplete)]: Price: 30000 Karma Points.

[30000 Karma Points deducted; exchange successful.]

[Beginning the infusion of ancient witch bloodline...]

As soon as the system notification sound ended, Huang Chen's eyes widened suddenly.

boom!

Huang Chen's clothes instantly shattered into pieces.

On the skin's surface, the previously hidden dark gold witch runes seemed to come alive, beginning to wander and spread wildly.

The bones were crushed inch by inch, and then reassembled in an extremely domineering way. The newly formed bones were no longer pale white, but had a metallic dark gold luster, and were indestructible.

The Witch Clan is a race that achieves sainthood through physical means. To obtain that world-destroying power, they must endure unimaginable suffering.

In his reflection on the water, Huang Chen's body appeared to have grown nearly a foot taller, his muscles bulging like rocks, exuding an explosive sense of power.

After an unknown amount of time, the violent energy within his body finally subsided.

Ding!

[Bloodline fusion complete.]

[Congratulations, host, you have broken through to the early stage of Refining Void and Integrating Dao.]

[Physical strength greatly increased; the physical body can withstand attacks from ordinary acquired weapons/spiritual treasures.]

Huang Chen took a deep breath and slowly stood up.

If I were to face Chu Yunfei again now, I wouldn't need any formations or schemes at all; one punch would be enough to smash him and his flying sword into a bloody pulp.

The feeling of being filled with this power is so intoxicating.

……

Two days later.

Huang Chen burst out of the water and rushed out of the underground river. The poisonous miasma outside was still thick. Based on the map of the distribution of forces in the Ten Thousand Mountains that he had seized, he chose a relatively remote route, intending to bypass the Blazing Fire Ridge and return directly to the Firewood Shelter.

Half a day later, Huang Chen passed through the poisonous forest and entered a rolling canyon area.

Suddenly, a series of chaotic footsteps could be faintly heard on the wind, mixed with a woman's cries and the roars of wild beasts.

Huang Chen frowned slightly, and with a flash, he silently leaped onto the canopy of a towering tree.

Through the dense foliage, the scene below the canyon became clear: a group of dozens of people were trudging through the canyon with great difficulty.

They were ragged, emaciated, and many bore whip marks and claw marks of varying depths. The group consisted mostly of the elderly, women, and children, who helped each other along, stumbling forward with each step.

Three enormous jackal demons followed on either side and at the rear of the group.

These jackal demons walk upright, are nearly two meters tall, and are covered in stiff, grayish-brown fur.

They wielded barbed bone whips, occasionally striking the slower-moving refugees.

"Hurry up! You bunch of two-legged sheep, dawdling like that!"

A one-eyed jackal suddenly swung its bone whip, lashing it hard across the back of an old man who had fallen.

Snapped!

The skin was torn open and the flesh was ripped open.

The old man let out a scream and rolled on the ground in agony.

"Grandpa!" A little girl cried out and rushed over, using her small body to shield the old man.

"Get out of my way!" The one-eyed jackal grinned, revealing its fangs, and kicked the little girl in the stomach.

The little girl was kicked several meters away, crashing heavily onto the gravel beach, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and losing consciousness.

"If you dare delay any longer, I'll eat you alive right now!"

The one-eyed jackal licked its lips, a cruel glint in its eyes. "The master is waiting for this batch of blood food."

The refugees in the line trembled, but dared not stop, and could only move forward in despair.

On the treetop, Huang Chen plummeted from mid-air like a cannonball.

The one-eyed jackal below had just raised its bone whip, preparing to lash the old man again.

Suddenly, it felt a terrifying whooshing sound coming from above.

It suddenly raised its head.

In my field of vision, a human figure is rapidly growing larger.

"What...?"

Before the one-eyed jackal could finish speaking, Huang Chen slammed heavily in front of it.

boom!

The ground shook violently, and debris flew everywhere.

Huang Chen simply stretched out his right hand and grabbed the one-eyed jackal demon by the neck.

His five fingers tightened suddenly.

Click!

A chilling sound of bones cracking rang out. The one-eyed jackal's neck was crushed, and its head slumped limply.

All of this happened so fast that the other two jackal demons didn't even have time to react.

When they saw their companions die instantly, they let out a terrified howl and turned to run away.

"Can you escape?"

Huang Chen bent down and picked up a fist-sized stone from the ground.

I weighed it in my hand.

Then swing your arm.

whoosh-

The stone tore through the air with a sharp whistling sound.

puff!

The stone struck the back of the two jackal demons precisely, smashing their heads to pieces like watermelons.

Due to inertia, the headless corpse lurched forward for another ten meters before crashing heavily to the ground.

In less than a few breaths, the three ferocious jackal demons were all wiped out.

The human refugees stared blankly at this scene.

[Slaying three jackal demons constitutes a sinful act.]

[By protecting your fellow clansmen, you will gain 80 merits.]

Huang Chen turned around and looked at the trembling refugees.

The little girl who had been kicked away was now in the old man's arms, her fate unknown. The old man, his face streaked with tears, looked at Huang Chen, his lips trembling, unable to utter a word.

Huang Chen strode up to the old man, took out a small elixir from his storage ring, crushed it, and carefully put it into the little girl's mouth.

The pill melted instantly upon entering her mouth, transforming into a gentle medicinal power that flowed throughout the little girl's body.

A moment later, the little girl coughed and slowly opened her eyes.

"Grandpa..." she called out weakly.

The old man, tears streaming down his face, hugged the little girl tightly. Then, he suddenly realized what was happening and pulled the little girl to kowtow to Huang Chen.

"Thank you so much, Immortal Master! Thank you for saving my life!"

Seeing this, the other refugees also knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly.

"stand up."

Huang Chen reached out to help the old man, his brow furrowing slightly: "Where were you captured from?"

The old man wiped away his tears, his voice hoarse: "We were originally from the 'Black Rock Tribe' a hundred miles away. Three days ago, a group of monsters ravaged our tribe."

All the able-bodied men were killed, leaving only the old, weak, and disabled. They herded us like livestock to the demon's lair, saying we were to be offered as food to the adults…

At this point, the old man broke down in tears again.

Huang Chen's eyes darkened. The demon race—this debt will be settled sooner or later.

"Follow me."

Huang Chen turned around and pointed towards the depths of the canyon, "I'll take you to a safe place."

The old man was stunned for a moment, then a strong will to survive burst forth in his eyes.

"Okay! We'll go with you!"

Huang Chen led the way at the front of the group, his violent blood energy slightly radiating outwards, and the low-level demonic beasts along the way dared not approach.

The team traveled through the canyon for half a day.

As darkness fell, Huang Chen stopped.

Ahead lay a dense thicket of thorns.

Huang Chen took out a jade tablet engraved with array patterns from his storage ring and infused it with a trace of spiritual power.

hum-

The thicket of thorns ahead rippled like water, revealing a hidden passage.

At the end of the passage, the outline of a valley can be vaguely seen.

At the entrance to the valley, orange torches burn atop a towering wooden watchtower.

"That is..." The old man's eyes widened.

"The Sanctuary of the Flame." Huang Chen put away the jade token and strode into the passage.

I'm currently reading Chapter 27 of the novel "Intermediate Witch Body, Refining the Dao and Merging with the Void" on Cola Novel, completely absorbed in it.