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

The bells behind me were still ringing wildly.

Boom!

Boom!Boom!

Each sound grew more urgent than the last.

The entire Xuantian Sect seemed to have its heart pierced, with streaks of light flashing wildly across the mountain peaks, and shouts, warnings, and the sounds of magical artifacts tearing through the air pressing down on it in layers.

In the darkness of night, flashes of light occasionally swept across the forest, like knives slicing back and forth on the back mountain.

Huang Chen felt a metallic taste in his throat, but he forced himself to suppress it and didn't cough it up.

That punch just now shattered half of Zhao Wuji's Dharma body and almost drained him dry. His internal energy was churning, the muscles in his right arm were taut and burning hot, his chest felt like it was stuffed with a ball of burning coals, and with each deep breath, his internal organs ached.

But we can't stop now.

If you stop for even a moment, you'll really die.

He ducked low and disappeared into a thicket of black pines clinging to the cliff face, using the shadows to conceal his presence. He casually cast a concealment talisman. The talisman ignited without fire, and the grayish-white smoke curled up against his robes, temporarily suppressing the stench of blood and the fluctuations of spiritual energy emanating from him.

The next moment, a sword light almost grazed the top of the tree.

Search the back mountain!

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"The energy from the direction of the Ancestral Hall hasn't dissipated yet!"

"Elder Zhao has ordered that the western foothills be sealed off!"

'

The shouts of battle grew closer.

Huang Chen squatted in the shade of the tree roots, his forehead covered in sweat.

He closed his eyes briefly, then with a flick of his wrist, the Wind-Stabilizing Pearl landed in his palm. The pearl was cool to the touch, its surface shimmering with pale blue wind patterns.

He slowly pressed his spiritual power into the bead, and a circle of silent, clear waves immediately spread out from it.

The branches, dust, and bloodstains that were originally stirred up by the mountain wind all seemed to be held down by a hand.

Even the wind has softened.

Without delay, Huang Chen took advantage of the moment of calm and descended straight down the most dangerous crack in the cliff.

The soles of my shoes sank into the damp, cold rocks, occasionally crushing protruding rock edges. The pebbles tumbled and fell into the bottomless valley mist below, leaving no echo for a long time.

He descended nearly a hundred feet before hearing a furious roar from behind.

The sound, as if stained with blood, traveled through half of the mountain gate.

Huang Chen!

! !

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Zao Wou-Ki.

That old geezer is still alive.

Huang Chen's lips twitched, but he didn't laugh. Instead, he coughed up another mouthful of blood. He wiped his mouth, and the blood trickled down the back of his hand into his sleeve, warm and sticky.

The next instant, the night sky above suddenly lit up.

Several beams of light, like slender silver snakes, spread out from the direction of the ancestral mountain, rushing towards the back mountain, mountain path, valley entrance, and outer peak at the same time.

Clearly, someone from the Xuantian Sect has taken over the search and has begun using magical artifacts to locate the causal energy left behind by the mountain intruders.

Huang Chen's pupils contracted slightly.

This is what he's been waiting for.

With a flick of his wrist, an intermediate-level causal purification talisman appeared between his fingers.

The talisman was entirely dark gold, but its edges had a strange grayish-red hue, as if it had been burned and soaked in blood. Huang Chen didn't feel the slightest bit sorry for it; he simply pinched it between two fingers, bit his tongue, and spat out a mouthful of blood mist.

laugh--

The talisman was immediately rolled up.

A faint, cold wave swept across his brow, like an invisible blade slicing around the outer edge of his soul.

pain.

It's not the kind of pain that affects the physical body.

Rather, it is the pain of having some kind of mysterious "thread" severed by human hands.

Huang Chen's vision went black, and he almost fell off the cliff.

He slammed his palm into the stone wall, his five fingers sinking into the rock, managing to steady himself. At the same time, the several beams of light that had been relentlessly pursuing him above his head suddenly stopped, spinning wildly in mid-air like vicious dogs that had suddenly lost their way.

Someone in the distance immediately cried out in alarm.

"It's broken?"

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"How could it break!"

"That thief possesses something that severs causality!"

'

"Quickly, summon the Elder Protector!"

The sound was torn apart by the mountain wind and gradually faded into the distance.

Huang Chen leaned against the cold, hard stone wall, taking a dozen breaths before moving his body again.

He did not head towards the main road or the official road outside the mountains, but continued to sneak along the shady side of the broken ridge, specifically choosing dangerous places where no one went, cliff crevices, rocky gullies, and abandoned animal trails.

Two hours later.

A hint of gray appeared on the horizon.

He finally left the outline of the Xuantian Sect's mountain gate far away, with only a few patrol lights occasionally seen shuttling back and forth above the sea of ​​clouds, like angry fireflies.

Huang Chen then slowed down.

My legs buckled, and I almost knelt down.

Having endured for too long, the backlash eased, and the injuries immediately surged back. The bone in his right leg felt like it had cracked, and the area on his left shoulder that had been struck by the aftershocks of Zhao Wuji's Dharma Image was also torn open, with blood soaking through the inside of his Xuanhuang armor.

The most troublesome part is the meridians. The three forces of karmic fire, spiritual power, and blood qi were forced into the Seven Forms of Witchcraft together just now, and the aftershocks are still surging wildly in his body, like three herds of mad horses, causing his dantian and meridians to ache.

Huang Chen found a sheltered crevice in the rock and crawled inside. He first set up a simple concealment array, then pressed the Black Wind Cloak against the entrance of the cave to cover his appearance before finally sitting down completely.

The cracks in the rocks were cold and damp, smelling of earth and moss.

He looked down at himself.

awful.

That's fucking awful.

The Ancestral Hall was destroyed, and Zhao Wuji lost half his body, but this time he barely made it out of the mountain, practically risking his life. If it weren't for the 12th Grade Karmic Fire Lotus (a replica) blocking a lot of the suppressing force, and if it weren't for the Witch Clan's battle body being so powerful, he would have been reduced to ashes as soon as he entered the threshold of the Ancestral Hall, let alone destroying it.

Huang Chen spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, then took out a Rejuvenation Pill and a Vitality-Replenishing Pill, swallowing one of each.

The pill entered the abdomen, and the heat gradually dissipated.

He didn't rush to circulate his internal energy, but instead reviewed the gains from the battle at the Ancestral Hall. The core sacrificial system of the Xuantian Sect's Ancestral Hall was destroyed, and the soul-binding incense was severed, meaning the number of vengeful spirits released would be considerable.

The system's previous notifications came too suddenly; I hadn't had time to read them carefully.

Thinking of this, Huang Chen's mind sank slightly, and he summoned the control panel.

A pale golden light curtain spread out before my eyes.

Immediately afterwards, the data appeared one by one.

[Host: Huang Chen]

[Realm Level: Early Stage Earth Immortal]

[Battle Body: Intermediate Witch Clan Battle Body]

[Magic Items: Twelve-Grade Karmic Fire Red Lotus (Imitation), Wind-Stabilizing Pearl, Soul-Destroying Chisel (Fragment)]

【Karma: 86320】

[Merit: 51740]

Huang Chen stared at the two lines of numbers for several breaths.

Then he muttered a curse under his breath.

"Grass."

It's gone crazy!

More than 80,000 karmic debts and more than 50,000 merits.

This was almost the most ferocious surge he had experienced on his journey to this point.

The ancestral hall was indeed filthy, almost black. The incense, the soul-binding rituals, the blood sacrifices—all the accumulated lives and resentment of countless years—were extinguished by his single fire.

Huang Chen leaned against the stone wall, his chest rising and falling slowly.

I am really tired.

But that ruthlessness that emanated from his very bones was also real.

Doesn't the Xuantian Sect like to use human lives to refine incense offerings?

This time, consider it collecting some interest first.

Outside the crevice in the rock, the sky gradually brightened.

Beyond the broken ridge, the wind rustled through the wild grass. Occasionally, the cries of unknown, fierce birds could be heard in the distance, high-pitched and sharp.

Huang Chen meditated for half a day.

By noon, the injury had barely been reduced to about 70%.

He changed to a clean strip of cloth, re-wrapped his shoulders and calves tightly, and used his spiritual power to simply wash away the heaviest bloodstains from his body. After doing all this, he still looked pale, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness, but his eyes had regained their clarity, and he was no longer as likely to collapse at any moment as he had at night.

He sat cross-legged deeper into the Broken Ridge Grottoes, with a gray-black rock wall behind him and several items in front of him: the Wind-Fixing Pearl, half a bronze broken sword, a few remaining pills, and the system light screen that had not yet been completely retracted.

First, we'll have a lottery.

This was the first thought that popped into Huang Chen's mind.

With over 50,000 merits to be made, there's no harm in not using them.

He reached out and tapped the lottery section on the panel. The merit lottery wheel immediately appeared, its golden light slowly rotating. Its edges were engraved with dense ancient patterns, and it was brighter than before, as if it had absorbed a lot of fire.

[Do you wish to spend 50000 merit points to participate in the Golden Lottery?]

】

Huang Chen tapped his fingertip.

"smoke.

'

boom.

The roulette wheel suddenly started spinning.

Countless lights and shadows flashed across the surface of the plate: pills, magical treasures, supernatural powers, bloodlines, array diagrams… each category revealed only a blurry outline, moving so fast that it was impossible to see clearly. The grotto was illuminated by the golden light, its brightness flickering, even the sand on the ground reflecting a fine, shimmering light.

Huang Chen stared intently without blinking.

A few breaths later, the speed of the roulette wheel suddenly dropped.

Click.

Click.

Click.

Finally, the pointer stopped on a heavy, earthy yellow halo.

[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have obtained: Acquired Spiritual Treasure (Fragment) - Mountain and River Boots]

Huang Chen was taken aback at first, then raised his eyebrows.

Are those the Mountain and River Boots again?

wrong.

He immediately realized that this wasn't a duplicate of the original item, but rather a higher-level equipment with the same name that truly possessed the "incomplete acquired spiritual treasure" rank. The next instant, the boots he was wearing transformed into a streak of earthy yellow light, falling simultaneously with the prize he had won in the lottery, and slowly merging in front of him.

hum-

The entire pair of combat boots jolted.

The original ancient patterns on the boot body began to recombine, and thicker earth vein patterns emerged on the upper, sole, and ankle. The color also changed from dark iron gray to dark brown and almost black, like an ancient artifact just dug out of the mountain.

When Huang Chen reached out and touched it, his fingertips felt a solid sensation as if they were touching the bones of a mountain.

The system description then appears.

【Mountain and River Treading Boots (Acquired Spiritual Treasure - Incomplete)】

[Can briefly shatter the earth's veins and forcibly borrow their power]

[Can traverse dangerous terrain, amplifying burst damage and escape capabilities on rocky, cliff-like, and barren terrain.]

[Currently severely damaged and requires further repair]

Huang Chen put his boots back on, and as soon as he started moving, a slight tremor immediately came from the stone surface beneath his feet.

He quickly stopped exerting force.

Damn it, if this thing were to be stepped on randomly near the Flame Array, it might actually cause the array to go astray.

However, it's really good stuff.

It can be used for escaping, launching surprise attacks, traversing mountains and valleys, and breaking through enemy lines.

Huang Chen let out a breath, suppressing the urge to try on the boots, and turned to look at the Karma Mall.

Of the more than 80,000 karmic debts, a portion must be spent.

He currently has plenty of weapons, pills, and talismans; what he truly lacks are methods related to "stabilizing the meridians," "terrain," and "the overall situation."

The battle at the Ancestral Hall made it clear to him that the Xuantian Sect was not just a sect; it also had the spiritual veins of its mountain gates, its sacrificial system, and the incense used to bind souls tied to it. The enemies he would encounter in the future would only become larger and more corrupt.

He quickly filtered through the online store interface, and keywords popped up one by one.

"Calming the pulse."

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"Forbidden Zone".

"The terrain is locked and blocked."

'

Soon, a gray-blue tattered scroll came to rest in the center of the light screen.

[Fragment of the Gonggong Zhenmai Lock Diagram]

[Rank: Special One-Time Refining Manual]

[Note: This involves some of the earth vein suppression strategies of the Gonggong tribe of the Wu clan. It can be used to craft one-time earth vein suppression locks, which can temporarily suppress, disrupt, and tear apart medium to large-sized earth vein nodes.]

[Note: This is an incomplete text, containing only partial refining and activation methods.]

Huang Chen's eyes flickered slightly.

This thing is worth it.

Even if it's just a fragment, or even just a one-time crafting manual, it's enough to disgust many forces that rely on ley lines and spiritual veins for their livelihood.

He didn't hesitate and exchanged it immediately.

The karma number suddenly dropped a bit.

An ancient jade fragment made of animal bone fell into his palm out of thin air. It was icy cold to the touch and covered in extremely rough patterns, as if carved by some ancient tribe with a stone axe. The moment Huang Chen's divine sense probed into it, a flood of chaotic information exploded in his mind: mountain location, ley line locking point, bone nail refining method, blood-guiding technique, activation incantation…

The information is both chaotic and rigid.

Huang Chen groaned, his temples throbbing, and it took him a while to recover.

He put away the jade piece made of animal bone and was about to close the system interface when the light screen in front of him suddenly trembled.

This is not a normal convergence.

It felt like something had hit you hard from the inside.

The next moment, the entire panel changed color abruptly.

The originally pale gold system interface was instantly swallowed up by scarlet.

It was blindingly red.

It was as red as blood.

Huang Chen's back tensed, and his hand instinctively reached for the Asura Blood Blade.

But there were no enemies inside the cave.

The crimson light curtain unfolded layer by layer directly before his eyes, with black cracks even spreading along its edges, unlike any mission prompt he had ever received before. There was no smooth transition, no pop-up options; it was like a military order being forcibly imposed.

[Ding! Host has been detected to have come into contact with a regional-level historical causal node]

【Ding!

Main quest triggered——】

[Intervening in the History of the Primordial Era]

Huang Chen's eyelids twitched.

"What is that?"

'

The crimson light screen ignored him and continued scrolling down.

[Task 1: Reach the outer perimeter of Buzhou Mountain within three months]

[Task Two: Investigate the Source of the Anomalies in the Gonggong Tribe of the Wu Clan]

[Mission Three: Interrupt a celestial cataclysmic event that could rewrite the fate of humanity]

[Quest Rewards: Main quest details unknown]

[Failure Penalty: The probability of the Firewood Shelter being exposed increases significantly]

The cave fell silent.

Only the sound of the wind beyond the broken ridge remained, whistling through the cracks in the rocks.

Huang Chen stared at those few lines of text, remaining motionless for a long time.

Within three months.

The outer perimeter of Buzhou Mountain.

The Gonggong Department underwent unusual changes.

The heavens are tilted in the face of cause and effect.

Every single word is terrifyingly grand. So grand that it's completely different from the survival rhythm of the previous dozens of chapters, where he was constantly killing demons, rescuing people, hiding in the mountains, and destroying halls.

This is no longer a question of "who to kill," "who to save," or "which resources to seize."

This thing dragged him directly from the edge of the Ten Thousand Mountains into the true vortex of the primordial world.

Huang Chen licked his dry lips and muttered a curse under his breath.

"You finally stopped pretending, you fucking idiot."

'

The system was as silent as a dead object.

The crimson interface didn't disappear, as if it was forcing him to see it clearly.

Huang Chen's mind was racing.

The heavens are tilted in the face of cause and effect.

Buzhou Mountain.

Gonggong Department.

Even though he hadn't fully grasped many details of this world, the mere mention of "Gonggong" and "Mount Buzhou" together was enough to send chills down one's spine. If it truly involved a part of the grand scheme of things in the primordial world, then it wouldn't be a localized battle between a demon's lair or a sect.

That's something that could crush countless people.

The punishment for failure is even more sinister.

It's not about annihilating them directly.

This greatly increases the probability of the Firewood Shelter being exposed.

Huang Chen's expression slowly darkened.

This is worse than stabbing him in the back.

Among the embers were the elderly, women, children, and survivors who had been pulled back from the spirit mines, blood valleys, flying boats, and sacrificial pits. That place was something he had built up bit by bit, and it was one of the few strongholds in the Hundred Thousand Mountains where pure-blooded humans could catch their breath.

The system is pressing down on his weak spot.

"I can't refuse to answer."

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After Huang Chen finished speaking in a low voice, he raised his hand and rubbed his temples.

Just as my energy and blood were stabilizing, this task pushed me upwards again.

He sat cross-legged on the spot, going over all the clues again. The Ancestral Hall, the Remnant Key to the Sacrifice Vein, the Fragment of the Gonggong Pulse-Suppressing Lock Diagram, the sudden forced triggering of the main quest... these things could not possibly be coincidences.

It is very likely that after he encountered a higher level of "pulse" and "sacrifice", the system began to guide him in this direction.

They were just hidden away before.

We don't hide it anymore.

Huang Chen remained silent for a long time, then reached out and tapped to close the scarlet interface.

But those few lines are etched into my mind; I can see them even with my eyes closed.

Outside the grotto, the sky was already beginning to set in the west.

The distant clouds were scorched by the setting sun, leaving a dark red outline. At the end of the broken ridge, layers upon layers of mountains pressed down, supporting a huge, almost indistinct silhouette in the far distance.

Huang Chen didn't pay attention at first.

But after looking at it a couple more times, he suddenly narrowed his eyes.

That silhouette is too high.

It's so high it doesn't look like a mountain.

Like a giant pillar piercing the sky.

Even across countless miles, it can still cast a sense of oppression on the horizon.

Huang Chen slowly stood up and walked to the entrance of the cave.

The evening breeze stirred up a corner of his hair, causing the stray hairs at his temples to flutter wildly.

Beneath his feet lay broken ridges and rubble, before him stretched endless barren mountains, while in the distance stood a towering shadow at the juncture of heaven and earth, its silence chilling.

Buzhou Mountain.

Even a mere phantom can make one feel a tightness in their chest.

Huang Chen looked at it for a long time before lowering his head and putting away the Wind-Fixing Pearl, the Yuan-Replenishing Pill, and the Beast Bone Jade Piece one by one.

He checked his boots, armor, weapons, and talismans again to make sure nothing was missing, and finally took out a jade slip for transmitting sound, pausing with his fingertips.

I need to let my buddy know first.

The personnel, patrols, key points of the formation, remnants of the flying boat, and resettlement of the miners all need to be taken care of.

Huang Chen held the jade slip, about to pour his spiritual power into it, but then stopped.

It's not safe to transmit sound in such a place.

Let's go back and talk about it in person.

He put the jade slip back into his sleeve, turned around and walked out of the cave. The newly acquired Mountain and River Boots made a dull thud as they stepped on the cliff.

A mountain breeze swept in from the other side of the broken ridge, carrying dust and grass clippings that felt cool on my face.

Huang Chen walked a dozen steps down the narrow stone path, then suddenly turned back and glanced at the blurry giant shadow in the far distance.

The setting sun was sinking low on the horizon.