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

If you could only read one fantasy novel in your life, it would probably be "The Primordial Era: Starting by Slaughtering All the Gods and Buddhas in the Sky".

Water droplets slowly condensed on the cave ceiling and dripped onto the stone surface, making a monotonous, pattering sound that accentuated the surrounding emptiness.

Huang Chen sat cross-legged at the deepest part of the cave, with a protruding black rock behind him.

His chest was still rising and falling slightly.

The previous battles had severely depleted his muscles, bones, blood, and spirit. In particular, when he was chasing the Cold Swamp Demon Envoy, he forced out a killing move, which even made his internal organs feel stuffy.

As I quieted down, a belated wave of fatigue washed over me.

He raised his hand and wiped the corner of his mouth.

There's a little dark red on my fingertip, but not much left.

"System, redeem."

'

The panel unfolded in my mind, cold yet clear.

The karma number jumped slightly.

[Consume Karma to exchange for: 1 Beginner's Talisman for Tracking the Meridians and Hearing the Spirit]

[Consume Karma to exchange for: 5 Qi and Blood Pills]

A few breaths later, a talisman with pale blue water ripples and several round pills fell into his palm. The talisman was cool to the touch, as if it had just been pulled out of deep water, with faint, flowing patterns running along its edges.

Those Qi and Blood Pills carried a pungent medicinal fragrance; the moment you smelled them, it felt like a fire was burning down your throat.

Huang Chen swallowed two pills first.

The medicine entered my stomach, and its effects immediately took hold, spreading heat from my stomach to my limbs and bones. First came the burning sensation, then the bloating, and then, my previously empty meridians felt like they were being filled inch by inch with warm water, and even my aching shoulders and back felt lighter.

He closed his eyes and slowly circulated his qi and blood.

The wind howled outside the cave, occasionally punctuated by muffled sounds like ice cracking in the distance.

That was the lingering, angry sound of water veins deep within the frigid plains, intermittent and intermittent, as if some enormous creature was still lying underground, panting.

Half an hour later, Huang Chen opened his eyes again.

Her complexion has improved considerably.

He put away the remaining three Qi and Blood Pills, then took out the introductory talisman for the [Tracing the Pulse and Listening to the Spirit] technique and affixed it to his forehead.

A sudden chill swept over me.

The next moment, all the sounds in his ears were drawn out.

The sound of dripping water was no longer just dripping water; it seemed to contain extremely subtle layers. The wind blowing through the cave entrance was not just wind, but seemed to be countless wisps of energy traveling along the mountain walls, along the cracks in the rocks, and along the frozen underground channels. The feeling was very strange, as if his hearing had suddenly reached deep into the rock layers and encountered something that he could never normally touch.

Huang Chen grunted, and a vein throbbed on his forehead.

This thing is definitely not something you can adapt to easily.

He suppressed his discomfort and continued to circulate his divine sense, slowly stabilizing the newly formed "sense of hearing." After a moment, the chaotic noise finally separated into layers.

The upper level is filled with wind, snow, and echoes from the cave. The middle level is formed by underground water eroding the stone walls.

Deeper still, there was a low, viscous roar, carrying the chilling, malevolent energy of cold water.

Like chains.

It also resembled some enormous sacrificial vessel being dragged underground.

Huang Chen's gaze darkened.

After he seized the remnants of the Zhenmai Black Chain, he had already memorized the residual cold water energy. Now, listening to it again, it was indeed from the same source.

He got up and walked to the cave entrance.

The sky outside was gray and white, like an old piece of paper soaked in snow water.

The rescued laborers huddled in a shallow cave on the other side, around a small pile of smokeless charcoal fire, wrapped in tattered leather coats they had taken from the demon corpses and the labor camp, their expressions still somewhat blank.

Lan Gu was squatting by the fire, scraping a piece of frozen animal meat with a stone shard.

Upon seeing Huang Chen emerge, the young man immediately stood up. His movement was so sudden that his knee slammed into a rock, causing his face to twitch in pain. He still bowed his head and said, "Brother Huang, you've recovered?"

Huang Chen nodded and went over to take a look around.

Most of these people had frostbite on their hands and feet, with old whip marks and new cracks scattered everywhere. The two most severely affected were also feverish and had chapped lips.

If it weren't for the rough medicines he found earlier at the Cold Swamp Demon Envoy's camp, and the few ordinary healing pills he had on hand, he probably wouldn't have survived last night.

"Don't let the fire go out."

"Boil the water before drinking," Huang Chen said.

Lan Gu nodded vigorously.

An older laborer nearby swallowed hard and asked in a low voice, "My benefactor... shall we return to the Flame of Fire next?"

Huang Chen did not answer immediately.

He looked down at the ground.

The area outside the cave appears to be just a sheltered ravine on the edge of the cold plains, but in reality, the cold water below is churning and even more chaotic than yesterday.

The swamp demon is dead, and the apparent controller is gone, but the things within the water veins haven't stopped.

I won't feel at ease going back home until I find out the truth.

He paused for a moment, then said, "You should rest for half a day. Once your wounds have healed, I will take you to a safe crevice in the rocks, and leave you food and route markers."

Someone will meet you there afterwards.

Upon hearing "someone is there to meet you," Lan Gu's eyes lit up: "Brother A Shi and the others?"

'

"Um."

Huang Chen took out the communication jade slip and poured spiritual power into his fingertips.

The jade slip warmed slightly, and after a few breaths, A-Shi's extremely low voice came from the other end: "My lord?"

Huang Chen said directly, "I rescued more than a dozen laborers on the outer edge of the Cold Plains."

Send two people to meet you at Shiling on the northern route, following the old-fashioned triangular markers. Don't send too many, and don't make a scene.

'

Ah Shi answered very quickly: "Yes, sir. I will bring people myself."

'

"Bring enough warm clothes and food."

"Understood, sir."

'

The audio transmission was interrupted.

Lan Gu stood to the side, and her shoulders relaxed a little as she listened.

Don't wander off, don't start a large fire, and don't walk along main roads. If you hear a rumbling sound from underground, immediately move to higher ground.

'

Everyone readily agreed.

After making the arrangements, he retreated back into the depths of the cave and brought up the system panel.

A pale golden light curtain hung silently before my eyes.

[Host: Huang Chen]

[Realm Level: Early Stage Earth Immortal]

[Karma: Over 70,000]

[Merit: Several Thousand]

[Magic Items: Karmic Fire Red Lotus (Imitation), Wind-Stabilizing Pearl, Soul-Destroying Chisel (Fragment), Mountain and River Treading Boots]

Main Quest: Intervening in the Primordial History (1/3 in progress)

Huang Chen stared at the line "Intervening in the history of the prehistoric world".

This task has been hanging for a long time, only providing general directions, like a fog. Now, finally, some outlines are emerging from the fog.

The outer perimeter of Buzhou Mountain.

The Gonggong Department underwent unusual changes.

Zhenmai Black Chain.

The human race filled the canal.

These things, put together, don't seem like a coincidence at all.

He put away the panel, took out a piece of dry, hard animal meat, and slowly chewed and swallowed it.

The meat had a strong, unpleasant smell, was cold and dry, and chewing it felt like gnawing on tree bark. But once it was in your stomach, it would at least replenish some energy.

Half a day later, the sky became even more overcast.

Before Ashi arrived, Huang Chen led everyone to a more secluded side crevic.

The entrance was narrow, but the interior was windproof, and there was a slit in the roof for ventilation, preventing smoke from accumulating. He also used gravel and broken wood to create two layers of fake marks on the outside, making it look like a natural collapse from a distance.

Lan Gu helped move the stones, and his hands were worn raw without him saying a word.

Huang Chen tossed him half a piece of medicinal paste: "Apply it to your hands."

'

Lan Gu was taken aback, then quickly caught it and whispered, "Thank you, Brother Huang."

"When Ashi arrives, go with him."

Huang Chen looked at him and said, "Don't push yourself on the road. Your leg isn't healed yet."

'

Lan Gu pursed her lips, then suddenly asked, "Aren't you coming back with me?"

Huang Chen glanced at the ground.

The deep rumble became increasingly clear.

"I won't reply."

'

He spoke calmly.

"There are still some things that haven't been checked."

'

Ah Shi arrived faster than expected.

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Huang Chen went over and pulled aside the covering, and A Shi, wrapped in a black windproof cloak, crawled in, followed by two new guards, Miao Zi, who were carrying thick leather blankets and food bags on their backs, their faces blue from the cold.

Upon seeing Huang Chen, A Shi first bowed and said, "My lord."

'

Huang Chen nodded, handed the person over to him, and briefly explained a few points to note.

After hearing this, A Shi's expression also turned serious: "Sir, something's not right about this place."

'

"There's a sacrificial canal underground," Huang Chen said. "I'll go down and take a look."

You take your men and leave first, erasing all traces along the way.

Ashi didn't offer much advice, only saying, "Be careful, sir."

If they don't return in three days, I'll also go to the northern front to wait for news.

"As usual."

"Huang Chen said."

"Yes, sir."

'

After the handover was completed, Huang Chen did not delay any further.

As night fell completely, he returned alone to the depths of the Cold Plains Rift Valley, affixed a concealment talisman, and activated a breath-concealing technique. His aura seemed to be wrapped in an invisible, damp cloth, slowly sinking down.

The entrance to the crevice is hidden behind a collapsed ice rock formation.

On the surface, it was just an inconspicuous black hole, but once you got closer, the cold air was incredibly strong, and you could even smell a faint bloody smell in your nostrils, as well as a stench like rotting seaweed.

Huang Chen crouched down and crept in.

The further down you go, the dimmer the light becomes.

The rock face beneath my feet was slippery, and my palms felt numb from the cold. Occasionally, dark water seeped out from the cracks, flowing along the edges of my boots, carrying fine icy sand.

The surroundings were not quiet; instead, a low rumbling sound came from deeper within, like the vibration of eardrums underground.

He pushed the [Pulse Tracing and Spirit Listening Technique] to its limit.

In an instant, the entire underground water vein unfolded in my perception.

To the left is a natural underground river with a scattered flow.

On the right, however, there was a long canal that had been artificially excavated and continuously widened, with some kind of diversion pattern embedded along its course, drawing large amounts of cold, yin energy deeper into the canal.

Huang Chen narrowed his eyes.

found it.

He followed the coldest aura along the wall for about half an hour when suddenly he heard the screeching sound of chains scraping against the rock surface ahead.

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There was also the sound of people panting and the cracking of whips.

Huang Chen immediately ducked down and hid in the shadow behind a stalactite.

Not far away, a group of people were slowly passing by around the corner.

They're called people, but they're more like livestock.

Eight shirtless laborers were strung together in a line, their collarbones pierced by iron hooks. Their feet sank into icy water, their lips turning blue from the cold. Each of them carried a heavy black chain on their back, as thick as a wrist, its surface engraved with winding, vein-like patterns that occasionally gleamed with a chilling blue light.

More than ten armored sorcerers stood on either side of the procession.

They were tall, with dark skin, strange tattoos resembling water ripples on their arms and necks, and white mist emanated from their nostrils when they breathed.

The leader was a head taller than the others, with wet black hair hanging down his shoulders. He had a broad face and an old crack on his left cheek that ran from his brow bone to his jaw.

He wasn't wearing a helmet.

He was carrying a short halberd, the blade stained with dark red stains from not being washed off.

"hurry up.

'

The man spoke, his voice low and hoarse, like a stone being ground down.

One of the laborers slipped and his knees slammed into the icy water. The black chain on his back suddenly sank, pressing down on him and making him scream in pain.

The leading shaman didn't even lift his eyelids before raising his hand and slashing with the shaft of his halberd.

With a bang.

The laborer was whipped sideways, spitting out blood and foam.

The shaman next to him chuckled twice: "Commander Chenhe, this batch will be ruined quickly."

Before even reaching the main section of the canal, two people are already going to die.

Sinking river.

Huang Chen's gaze turned cold.

So this is the border army commander who escorted the black market goods.

Shen He flicked the blood off the halberd shaft, his tone chillingly calm: "If they die, fill them in. If living people can't suppress them, use corpse spirits to fill the gaps."

The adults are pressuring me; I have to get the third black link up tonight.

Another sorcerer clicked his tongue: "The root of the nose has been shaking more and more recently. Do we really have to infuse more soul blood into it?"

'

"Just do as the higher-ups tell you." Shen He glanced at him. "Stop talking nonsense. Want to go down into the canal?"

'

The shaman shrank back and immediately shut his mouth.

Huang Chen lay hidden in the shadows, suppressing his breathing to a minimum.

He heard it clearly.

The human race filled the canal.

Suppressing the corpse and warding off evil spirits. Pouring soul blood into the root of the mountain.

These guys aren't actually calming the meridians.

They are deliberately pushing the ley lines toward a violent state.

He didn't rush to make a move.

The aura emanating from Chenhe was not weak; it was no longer at the level of an ordinary sorcerer.

What's more troublesome is that this is the other side's territory, surrounded by crisscrossing waterways and dense sacrificial patterns. If the entire sacrificial canal is disturbed, the consequences will be unpredictable.

Killing a commander is not difficult.

The difficulty lies in seeing clearly what comes next.

Huang Chen slowly stepped back half a step, using the water curtain and the roar as cover, and followed far behind the escort team.

The further you go, the more open the terrain becomes.

The underground fissure was carved into a huge passageway, with ghostly blue bone lamps nailed to the rock walls on both sides. The flames did not flicker, like clusters of frozen will-o'-the-wisps.

Water cascaded down from above, forming thin curtains that shattered the path ahead.

Instead of solid ground, there was a stone walkway spanning the deep pit.

Black water churned in the deep pit, occasionally revealing pale human bones that would quickly sink back down.

Huang Chen's eyelids twitched.

This is no longer a temporary facility, but an underground fortification that has been in operation for quite some time.

After traveling for a long time, a large stone gate finally appeared in front of them.

There were no words on the stone gate, only layers of intertwined vein patterns, the patterns of which were far more complete and ancient than the fragment of the Gonggong Suppressing Vein Lock Diagram in his hand. Several key nodes even carried obvious signs of human resentment, as if they had been forcibly pressed on with living souls.

Above the stone gate are three large, crooked characters.

Broken Vein Camp.

Huang Chen paused slightly in breathing.

It turns out there really was a stronghold at the end of the sacrificial canal.

Shen He walked to the door and placed his hand on a black stone. Blood-red patterns flashed on the surface of the stone, and the stone door trembled violently, slowly opening to both sides.

A glimpse of the scene inside the door was then revealed.

It was a huge, hollowed-out part of the earth's interior.

Wooden buildings, stone platforms, armories, and prison bars were all built layer by layer along the natural rock strata. Dozens of thick black chains hung high up, each nailed deep into the mountain wall, its ends submerged in a churning pool of blood-red water below.

The surface of the pool was covered with talisman wood and broken bones, and the hot steam mixed with the fishy stench rose up, making people's throats feel blocked.

The most glaring thing is the cliff in the very center.

The top is neatly engraved with a complete pattern of veins, so intricate it resembles a living spider web, containing at least 30% more content than the fragment. Some lines even seem to be slowly flowing, as if they are not inanimate objects but breathing through the base of the nose.

Huang Chen only glanced at it, but his heart skipped a beat.

This is empirical evidence.

The unusual activity within the Gonggong faction is a ruse. The real issue is that someone is using a branch of the Gonggong lineage to illegally alter the earth's veins around Buzhou Mountain.

Just then, the system interface in my mind suddenly trembled slightly.

The vibration wasn't strong, but it was exceptionally clear.

Huang Chen's heart sank, and he quickly activated the light screen.

A new message slowly appeared:

[Hidden progress update for the main quest "Intervening in the Primordial History"]

The source of the anomaly has been identified (incomplete)

[Current Requirement: Infiltrate the Broken Vein Camp and obtain concrete evidence.]

The word "light" floated in the darkness, making his pupils appear slightly cold.

The stone gate ahead is not yet fully closed.

Through the crack in the door, Shen He turned and instructed the guards: "Take this batch to the lower blood channel first. Take the dead ones down, don't waste them."

'

Huang Chen stood in the shadows, his palm slowly pressing against the hilt of the sword under Black Wind's sleeve.

Ice water was dripping from above.

Snapped.