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

Miao Zi's legs were trembling, sweat dripping from his chin into the soil, leaving dark craters. The short spear he was holding rose and fell with his rapid breathing, but he gritted his teeth and refused to let his knees bend.

Huang Chen stood at the cave entrance for a while, then looked away.

His blood and qi surged within him, and the power of his intermediate-level witch clan battle body coursed through his meridians. Although he had won the battle against the disciples guarding the Sky-Hunting Flying Boat, it had also made him clearly aware of the profound strength of the disciples of the great sects.

Night gradually deepened, then faded away unnoticed, and morning mist surged into the valley, carrying a damp chill.

Over at the workshop, the sound of the blacksmith striking the iron had stopped, replaced by the harsh scraping sound of sawing metal.

Half a day passed in the blink of an eye.

At noon, Huang Chen was practicing breathing exercises.

"boom--"

A muffled, loud noise suddenly came from the direction of the cliff, a hundred miles away.

Even the gravel on the ground of the shelter trembled slightly.

Huang Chen suddenly opened his eyes, rolled off the bed, and took a few steps out. In the open space, a group of young men were practicing horse stance, while A Shi was patrolling nearby with a tree branch in his hand.

Hearing the noise, everyone stopped what they were doing and looked out of the valley in horror.

"My lord!" Ah Shi walked over quickly, looking nervous.

"Tell everyone to stay where you are." Huang Chen said, then his figure flashed and he headed straight for the core of the Fire and Fire Array.

A hundred miles away, atop a precipice.

A fierce wind howled, whipping up clouds of dust. The Sky-Hunting Flying Boat, which had been hovering in mid-air, was now half-buried in the mud.

Zhao Wuji hovered in mid-air, his face ashen.

He had just returned from the place where the so-called "innate spiritual root" was born. There, he and his trusted elders dug three feet into the ground, but apart from a pile of abandoned array patterns and a few charred low-level demonic beasts, they didn't see a single hair.

When he rushed back to the cliff in a frenzy, this was the scene he saw.

A huge hole was blasted into the bottom of the spacecraft, and the outer shell of the propulsion reactor was shattered all over the ground.

The ship's hull was pitted and scarred, bearing the marks of fire everywhere.

What horrified him most was the celestial mirror at the bow of the ship.

The secondary array was completely destroyed, the mirror surface was dim and lifeless, and the once flowing golden light was completely dead.

"Where is the Soul-Binding Banner?" Zhao Wuji's voice was as cold as ice shards as he glanced at the Xuan Tian Sect disciples kneeling on the ground below.

No one dared to speak.

"I'm asking you, where is the Soul-Binding Banner!" Zhao Wuji suddenly raised his voice, and the terrifying pressure of a mid-stage Refinement and Integration Dao cultivator descended with a roar.

The rocks on the cliff could not withstand the immense pressure and crumbled and tumbled down.

A blood-soaked surviving disciple, C, trembled as he raised his head: "Reporting to the elder... someone hijacked the ship... Senior Brother Shoufan died in battle... all the mine slaves in the prison cell... were all taken away..."

"waste!"

Zhao Wuji roared and raised his hand to grab at the air.

Before the disciple could even scream, his head exploded like a ripe watermelon.

The red and white substance splattered on the faces of several people nearby, but they lay firmly on the ground, not daring to wipe it off.

Zhao Wuji's chest heaved violently, his fingers clenching so tightly they cracked. He forcefully suppressed the urge to kill all these worthless people, and his hands quickly formed hand seals. He forced out a drop of essence blood from his fingertips, attempting to use a secret technique of his sect to deduce the causal aura remaining in this area.

The drop of blood transformed into an intricate rune in mid-air, spinning rapidly.

However, the next moment.

The runes suddenly darted around like headless flies, then with a "bang," they dissipated into a cloud of blood mist. The air was completely clear; all the energy, cause and effect, and clues seemed to have been cleanly severed by a sharp blade.

Nothing was left behind.

Zhao Wuji stared intently at the dissipating blood mist, his eyes twitching wildly.

The effect of the intermediate-level causal purification talisman completely erased all traces of Huang Chen's presence here.

"Excellent... excellent methods!"

Zhao Wuji laughed in anger, turned around, and looked at the trusted steward behind him.

"Chu Yunfei has disappeared, the Deacon's life token is shattered, and the two pursuers sent out earlier are also missing. Now, even the Hunting Sky Flying Boat has been hijacked in front of us."

"Zhao Wuji gritted his teeth and said, word by word, "There are big fish hiding on the outskirts of these Hundred Thousand Mountains."

The trusted deacon was sweating profusely: "Elder, what do we do now? The flying boat is severely damaged and cannot traverse the void."

"What else can we do!"

Zhao Wuji abruptly flicked his sleeves. "Withdraw from the sect! Request the Ancestor to personally deduce the secrets of heaven!"

Another deafening roar followed.

Several elders worked together to use their supernatural powers, binding the half-ruined Sky-Hunting Flying Boat with thick spiritual chains, and forcibly pulling it out of the soil.

The enormous shadow slowly rose into the air, struggling to fly towards the outer edge of the Ten Thousand Mountains.

At the heart of the Firewood Shelter, Huang Chen closed his eyes, activating his Blood Fiend Sensing ability. His senses spread outwards like ripples along the edge of the Firewood Array. The commotion a hundred miles away materialized into his mind as blurry, blood-red outlines.

That violent aura, belonging to the mid-stage of the Refinement of Emptiness and Integration of Dao, was gradually fading away.

Zhao Wuji's retreat meant that the shelter had gained an extremely valuable respite.

The Xuantian Sect has combined all the missing persons cases into one. Once that so-called "Ancestor" makes a deduction, even with the karmic purification talisman to cover it up, it's hard to guarantee that no clues won't be discovered. Next time they come, it will definitely not be as simple as just a Sky-Hunting Flying Boat.

With a thought, a semi-transparent, azure-blue light screen unfolded before my eyes.

[Host: Huang Chen]

[Realm Level: Early Stage of Refining Emptiness and Integrating with the Dao]

[Physique: Intermediate Witch Clan Battle Physique (Incomplete)]

[Karma Value: 12500 points]

Merit Points: 1200

Huang Chen's gaze swept over the data on the panel.

"Twelve thousand points of karma..." Huang Chen tapped his knee lightly with his fingers.

This amount of karma is insufficient to exchange for a high-level bloodline or a top-tier cultivation technique.

Keeping them is a waste; it's better to convert them into immediate combat power or resources. His eyes quickly scrolled through the list in the system shop.

My gaze eventually settled on an icon in the miscellaneous section.

[Modern Basic Knowledge Package]

[Price: 10000 Karma Points]

[Note: Includes a complete set of introductory knowledge on industrial civilization, such as basic mathematics, physics and chemistry, principles of metallurgy and forging, basic agriculture, and simple gunpowder formula.]

It is directly implanted into the host's mind.

Huang Chen stared at the instruction manual for a long time.

In this chaotic world where gods and demons roam freely, personal strength is certainly important, but to protect thousands, and even tens of thousands, of humans in the future, one person alone cannot kill them all.

The old man's skills are good, but they are limited to hammering cold weapons.

If this modern knowledge could be integrated into the construction of the shelter, combined with formations and spiritual power, it might be possible to create a truly lethal mortal armed force.

"exchange."

Huang Chen silently recited in his heart.

[Ding! 10000 Karma Points deducted. Exchange successful.]

As soon as he finished speaking, a massive flow of information flooded into his mind like a burst dam.

Huang Chen groaned and pressed his hands tightly against his temples.

Countless complex formulas, blueprints, chemical reaction equations, and mechanical structure diagrams flashed wildly through my mind like a revolving lantern.

The intense throbbing pain made his vision go black in waves.

It took a full incense stick's time for that feeling of my head about to explode to gradually subside.

Huang Chen was panting heavily, his whole body drenched in cold sweat. He shook his head and thought back for a moment.

The internal structure diagram of blast furnace ironmaking and the optimal ratio of black powder immediately appeared clearly in my mind.

Inside the work shed, Lao Tie, shirtless, was smashing a red-hot piece of flying boat debris with a sledgehammer. Sparks flew everywhere.

Huang Chen went inside and knocked on the door frame.

Old Tie stopped hammering and wiped the sweat from his face: "Sir, is there something you need?"

Huang Chen walked to the anvil, picked up a short spear tip made from the material of the flying boat, and tested the blade with his fingertip.

"This thing is too brittle." Huang Chen threw the spear tip back onto the table. "Your furnace temperature isn't high enough, and your quenching technique is wrong."

Old Tie paused for a moment, then scratched his head: "Sir, ordinary charcoal really can't burn through. I've already done my best."

Huang Chen raised his hand and flipped it over, taking out a blank jade slip from his storage ring.

The jade slip was no bigger than the palm of my hand, pure white, with a faint spiritual light flowing across its surface; it was clearly no ordinary object. Inside the workshop, the furnace roared, casting a reddish-gold halo around the edges of the jade slip.

He gently placed the jade slip on his forehead, closed his eyes slightly, and sank his mind into his sea of ​​consciousness.

In an instant, the vast amount of knowledge that had been poured into his mind from the system unfolded clearly in his consciousness, like a river whose veins had been straightened. The internal structure of the blast furnace, the mechanical principles of bellows pressurization, the key points of molten iron purification, several of the most basic yet practical alloy ratios, and how to simplify the process, reduce losses, and increase the strength of the finished product as much as possible under existing conditions... He quickly disassembled, filtered, and integrated structural diagrams and operational methods.

Huang Chen knew very well that this was not the civilized world he was familiar with in his previous life.

Without a complete workshop system, a full set of equipment, a sufficiently stable source of ore, and the conditions for large-scale mass production, simply stuffing all those overly complex and sophisticated things into his hands would not only be useless, but would also leave him bewildered and ultimately lead to nothing being accomplished.

Therefore, what he copied into the film were the most suitable things for the shelter at present.

It's thick enough, sturdy enough, and sufficient for our needs.

Most importantly, it is possible to transform the furnace fire in this makeshift workshop into the foundation for forging deadly weapons in the shortest possible time.

A faint spiritual light emanated from his fingertips, and his divine sense flowed into the jade slip through his brow.

Inside the previously empty jade slip, fine lines gradually emerged. These lines intertwined, resembling an exquisitely constructed palace, imprinting the knowledge selected from Huang Chen's mind one by one.

However, the inspiration subsided after a short while.

Huang Chen opened his eyes, his expression still calm. He casually tossed the jade slip to Lao Tie.

Old Tie was standing by the anvil when, caught off guard, he hurriedly reached out to catch it, nearly letting the jade slip fall into the nearby pile of charcoal. He hugged the jade slip, glanced down at it subconsciously, and then looked up in a daze.

Huang Chen looked at him, his tone not harsh, but carrying an unquestionable air.

"Find a few clever apprentices and have them thoroughly understand what's in this book."

"Following the blueprints, we dismantled and rebuilt the furnace."

As he spoke, his gaze swept over the old furnaces still glowing in the workshop, then looked at the short spear tips and knife blanks that had been forcibly modified from materials from flying boats, and his voice hardened.

"What I want is not these pieces of metal that can only be used to poke wild boars."

"I need a weapon that can penetrate the scales of demonic beasts."

As these words were spoken, the air in the workers' shed seemed to sink for a moment.

Old Tie swallowed hard and quickly probed the jade slip with his divine sense.

The next moment, he froze on the spot as if struck by lightning.

Inside the jade slip, not only was the overall outline of the furnace body visible, but also the thickness of the furnace chamber, the ventilation duct, the height of the feed inlet, the direction of the exhaust outlet, and even how the bellows were connected, how to use force to increase pressure, and how to make the charcoal fire burn more fiercely and steadily. All of these were clearly marked.

Not only that, but also attached were several metal forging methods that he had never heard of before, yet found to be incredibly mysterious.

Which ores can be mixed in, which impurities must be removed in advance, when to anneal, when to quench, what color to look for during the heat treatment, where to strike the metal to make the interior more compact and tough—all of this is frighteningly detailed.

The guy's eyes almost popped out of their sockets from watching.

"This...this structure..."

"This airflow design..."

His lips were trembling, and his hand holding the jade slip was shaking uncontrollably, as if he was afraid that he might accidentally break such a treasure.

As a blacksmith who had spent half his life forging iron, he knew better than anyone what this thing meant.

The furnace in the workshop is, frankly, just a makeshift furnace. It's passable for burning ordinary iron, but when it comes to materials like the flying boat fragments—tough in texture and with strange properties—the heat becomes insufficient. The iron isn't thoroughly heated, and impurities aren't removed. The resulting product is naturally strong on the outside but weak on the inside; it looks sharp but is actually brittle. If you were to use it to fight a monster head-on, it would most likely break with a single blow.

But the method in the jade slip seemed to have opened a new door for him.

If the furnace were rebuilt according to these blueprints, and the bellows and ignition duct were also modified, not only would the furnace temperature double, but the molten iron produced would likely be several times more refined than it is now.

By then, let alone modifying a few short spear tips, it might not be impossible to mass-produce weapons that can actually be used on the battlefield.

Lao Tie suddenly raised his head, his face filled with barely suppressed shock.

"Sir, where did you get these blueprints?"

"If this is built, the furnace temperature will at least double!"

His voice was slightly shaky as he spoke, as if he were asking Huang Chen, or talking to himself. His eyes, reddened by years of smoke, now shone with an almost fanatical light.

For a craftsman, such blueprints are almost as valuable as divine transmission.

Huang Chen merely glanced at him indifferently.

Don't ask so many questions.

"Get it done as soon as possible."

Those few words immediately suppressed the shock and questions that had filled Lao Tie's heart.

Old Tie was taken aback at first, then seemed to understand something, and quickly swallowed back what he was going to say, nodding his head like he was pounding garlic.

"Yes, yes, don't worry, sir!"

"I'll go find people too, no, I'll pick them myself! I'll definitely pick the smartest and most reliable ones!"

"This furnace... we can start dismantling this furnace today!"

As he spoke, he became increasingly impatient, eager to roll up his sleeves and get to work. He looked like someone who hadn't eaten for three days and three nights, suddenly seeing a feast laid out before him.

Huang Chen didn't say anything more.

He has already given the path he was meant to provide.

As for how much Lao Tie can take from it, and how far he can burn the fire in the shed, that depends on his own abilities.

He turned around and walked straight out of the work shed.

The wind outside was much cooler than inside, carrying the scent of grass, trees, and soil from the valley. As it blew in, it dissipated much of the heat emanating from the work shed.

Even in the open space, one can still see busy figures coming and going.

Some people were carrying timber, some were clearing stones, and some selected young men were practicing stance training in the distance. Although their movements were not yet synchronized, they were much better than at the beginning. The entire shelter was like a machine that had just barely started to turn around. It was rough and simple, but it was already showing some signs of order.

Ashi was already waiting outside, holding a booklet in his hand. When he saw Huang Chen come out, he immediately went to greet him.

"Sir, the newcomers have all been settled in."

Fifty able-bodied men were selected and are training with Miaozi and the others. "Ashi opened the booklet. "The problem is that the food is being consumed too quickly. Even if we cook porridge with wild vegetables, it can only last for ten days at most."

'

Huang Chen stopped in his tracks.

With the shelters experiencing a surge in population, shortages of supplies are inevitable.

The meager output from the valley is simply not enough to support so many people.

"Ten days..." Huang Chen looked up at the direction outside the valley.

The threat from the Xuantian Sect has been temporarily eliminated, but what this mountain region has no shortage of is demonic beasts and those demon kings who rule the mountains.

To feed people, you have to rob them.

To accumulate karma, you have to kill.

Huang Chen withdrew his gaze and looked at A Shi.

"Take out the fasting pills from the warehouse and distribute them to the seriously wounded and the children," Huang Chen said. "The defense is your responsibility; keep the great formation active."

'

Ashi was taken aback: "Sir, are you going out again?"

Huang Chen did not answer. He pulled up his hood, covering most of his face, and strode towards the valley entrance.

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