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

The skull of the ferocious whale in the sky is still pressing down.

That thing was ridiculously large, like an inverted mountain of bones, its hollow eye sockets filled with a ghostly blue light. It had no flesh or blood at all, yet with each "breath," the entire sea breeze of Hanpo Ferry would collapse.

The frozen ropes on the shore rattled, and a layer of grayish-white ice quickly formed on the outer edge of the boat, even stunting the burning fire.

Those humans who had just escaped from the lower deck were paralyzed on the spot.

Some people huddled together, covering their heads.

Some people's lips trembled, and they couldn't even cry out.

The elderly human who had previously pointed out the location of the incomplete map to Huang Chen barely managed to stay upright by clinging to the edge of the boat. He glanced up at the sky, his face turning ashen: "It's over... The Northern Sea Sacrifice... they're going to take everyone at the ferry with them..."

"Stop talking nonsense and run to shore!"

Huang Chen turned around and shouted, his voice directly drowning out the sound of the wind.

He leaped back onto the deck from the broken hatch, his gaze sweeping across the area. He saw the Blackwater sorcerer on the shore, his face contorted with rage, holding a three-zhang-long (approximately 10 meters) long bone fork. The fork was deathly white, but its tip was shrouded in a layer of dark blue water ripples. When he plunged it into the water, the Blackwater outside the ferry crossing seemed to come alive, with a dozen or so freezing waves, each half a person's height, rising up with a whoosh.

"Don't let a single one escape!"

The Blackwater witch trader's voice was hoarse from shouting, and veins bulged on his forehead.

"High Priest, seal the water! Freeze people first, then refine their souls!"

'

As soon as he finished speaking, the figure who had always been wearing a gray-blue bone robe slowly walked out from the back of the Beiming passenger ship.

He was an old man who was so thin he was almost unrecognizable.

His face was half covered by a fish skin mask, and his exposed chin looked like bones that had been dried for decades, with the skin and flesh clinging tightly to his contours. His hands, however, were frighteningly large, with all ten fingers covered by smoothed sea monster finger bones, and the movement of his knuckles produced a soft, clattering sound.

He wore a string of pale white bone beads on his chest, each bead containing a tiny wisp of dark fluid, from which one could faintly hear a baby's whimper.

Huang Chen narrowed his eyes.

This person is not the envoy from the Northern Sea who blew the bone whistle earlier.

At least, not entirely.

"Tidebone Priest!" The Blackwater sorcerer cried out as if grasping at a straw, "Quickly subdue him!"

This little beast has gone mad with killing!

The Tidebone Priest ignored him, only raising his slender hand and wiping it across the Northern Sea Tide Mirror.

hum-

The mirror's cold light surged.

The ferocious whale image in mid-air suddenly sank, its mouth wide open, and a deafening roar crashed down upon it.

All the water on the dock stood up at once, like countless cold spears, surrounding Huang Chen and the humans who had escaped.

Huang Chen felt a sinking feeling in his chest.

The chill was not just ordinary cold.

That force drilled straight into the bones, as if it wanted to freeze a person's blood.

He didn't retreat. Instead, he slapped his storage space, and the Twelfth Grade Karmic Fire Red Lotus (a replica) immediately emerged. The crimson-gold fire patterns burst open, transforming into a fire curtain several feet in diameter, first enveloping the dozens of humans closest to him.

As soon as the fire curtain was opened, the frost on the deck hissed and steamed.

Several humans who were nearly frozen to death immediately rushed to the firelight, panting heavily, and their faces regained some color.

"Following the curtain of fire, the gangplank was still intact, and it rushed towards the pile of rubble on the bank!"

'

As Huang Chen spoke, he kept a close eye on the direction of the tide ahead.

"Don't push, help each other if you can."

Anyone who dares to stop, I'll kick them down first!

The old man gritted his teeth and roared, "I will obey my benefactor!"

Let's go! Let's go!

'

The group of people seemed to be awakened by a whip, stumbling and rushing towards the bow of the boat.

When the Blackwater sorcerer saw that the man was about to escape, his eyes turned red. He swept his bone fork across the water, and the Blackwater at the edge of the ferry was suddenly blocked. The ice waves rose up in layers, completely blocking the landing point.

"I told you, don't even think about it—"

He didn't finish his sentence.

Huang Chen has already made a move.

With a powerful stomp of his Mountain and River Boots, Huang Chen burst forth from the broken deck, his body almost grazing the edge of the sweeping icy wave. The Tidebone Priest raised his mirror, its light swirling with a bone-chilling cold tide, directly overhead.

Huang Chen raised his arm to block.

boom!

The sleeve of his robe instantly shattered, and a layer of bluish-white ice patterns instantly spread across his skin.

pain.

It's like someone is driving red-hot iron chisels into bones one by one.

But just as the mirror light fell, he stomped his other foot heavily between the dock's pillars.

Boom!

That kick wasn't to stomp on a person, it was to stomp on the ground.

The spiritual patterns on the bottom of the Mountain and River Boots lit up, and the earth veins beneath the entire ferry, suppressed by the cold tide, suddenly trembled, as if a giant beast lurking underground had been kicked awake. The next moment, a thick, almost violent, earthy yellow wave of energy surged up from under the array pillars, running along Huang Chen's leg bones, spine, and shoulders all the way to his fist.

Borrowing the pulse to return to its source!

Huang Chen clenched his fist, the muscles on his fist bulging out layer by layer, and even the air was squeezed out with a muffled sound.

Just as the Blackwater witch trafficker realized something was wrong, Huang Chen had already bumped into him.

"Seal your mother's water."

'

He threw a punch.

Nothing fancy.

The only option is to smash it.

boom!

The Blackwater sorcerer's chest and half of his shoulder exploded on the spot, his bone fork was knocked out of his hand and flew up, pale bone fragments mixed with black blood splattering all over the ground. He was sent flying backward, smashing through half of the warehouse's wooden wall, still convulsing when he landed, blood gushing from his mouth.

The Bone Priest's eyelids twitched, and the bone bead string swung violently.

The ferocious whale in mid-air responded by pressing down, and a whole stream of dark, cold currents from its mouth swept down on Huang Chen, clearly intending to freeze him and the earth's veins as soon as Huang Chen's old power was exhausted.

Huang Chen looked up and saw a cold light overhead, making his breath feel cold and difficult.

He didn't dodge.

The fiery red lotus still enveloped those fleeing in the rear, and could not be taken in.

If we take them, those dozens of people will be turned into ice sculptures in the blink of an eye.

"Huang, Huang Engong!" someone shouted from behind.

The Tidebone Priest spoke in a sinister tone: "Trying to hold on? Then I'll refine you into the sacrificial bones along with me."

'

Huang Chen exhaled a breath of cold air tinged with blood, and suddenly smiled.

The next moment, he actually took a step forward into the cold air.

The second step.

third step.

With each step he took, a layer of the dock planks beneath his feet cracked, and the yellow light from the receding earth intensified. The cold air pressed down on his shoulders, making a teeth-grinding creaking sound, as if it wanted to crush his entire skeleton inch by inch.

But the Blackwater witch traffickers aren't quite dead yet.

Half of the man's body was rotten, yet he was still leaning against the crumbling wall of the warehouse, staring intently at Huang Chen, his face full of resentment and fear.

He probably knew he wasn't going to make it, so he used his last breath to laugh hoarsely.

"You can't win... It's too late... The real envoy has already left..."

Huang Chen paused and turned to look at him.

Explain yourself.

The Blackwater sorcerer coughed up blood, his teeth stained black: "That guy at the bow was just a decoy... used to draw the mirror, maintain order, and drag you along... The real envoy from the Northern Sea left half an hour ago for the Cold Nether Altar..."

Who's there?

'

"The remnants of the Xuantian Sect... and the traitors of the Gonggong Tribe..." The Blackwater sorcerer's eyes began to glaze over, yet he still smiled. "They want to merge their lineages... to change coordinates... to change the main lineage's coordinates... you won't have time—"

Huang Chen raised his hand and slashed.

The Asura Blood Blade swept past.

The Blackwater witch's head rolled two zhang away, the smile still frozen on his face.

At the same instant, a system notification suddenly exploded in Huang Chen's mind.

[Ding! Side quest "Burning the Frosty Soul Crossing" is complete!]

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[Mission Requirements: 1. Slay the Blackwater witch trader. Completed.]

[2. Rescue of the transported humans, completed.]

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[3. The acquisition of the secret transaction letter from Beiming has been completed.]

[Rewards: 18000 Karma Points, 8000 Merit Points!]

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Immediately afterwards, a series of notifications popped up.

【Ding!

Slay the wicked traitors of Hanpo Ferry and settle the extra karma...

[Gained 3200 Karma Points.]

Gain 2700 karma points.

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[Gaining karma...]

The numbers kept going up.

Huang Chen's blood and qi, which were already on the verge of collapse, were suddenly pushed hard, and the bloating sensation that had been pressing down in his chest for so long instantly rose to his throat.

We've reached a bottleneck.

Just then, the ferocious whale-like form in the sky pressed down the closest point.

As if sensing something, the Tidebone Priest's eyes behind his mask immediately changed: "You're trying to break through to a higher realm in the heat of battle?"

"Die!"

'

He pressed his hands against the mirror, and the entire Northern Sea Tide Mirror spun violently. The sound of the cold sea surged exponentially, and more than ten gray ships and bone boats around him exploded simultaneously. The frozen water, corpse salt, and black tide bones inside the ships were all swept up by the mirror light, transforming into a hundred-foot-long cold tide bone dragon, which crashed down on Huang Chen's head.

Huang Chen's chest heaved violently.

The meridians are burning.

The bones are burning too.

It was cold outside and hot inside; the two forces collided so violently that his vision went black.

Without the slightest hesitation, he directly communicated with the system.

"Exchange for the portion that can be carried by the Ancient Body Forging Scripture (Volume 4)".

【Ding!

Redemption successful.

"Upon further exchange, the intermediate-level Witch Clan Battle Body will be further strengthened."

'

[Ding! Redemption successful.]

】

boom!

A massive amount of unfamiliar and brutal body-tempering methods were directly poured into Huang Chen's sea of ​​consciousness, as if someone were swinging a heavy hammer, smashing into every inch of Huang Chen's muscles and flesh.

Even more domineering was the power that strengthened the battle body. Almost instantly, it rushed into every part of the body, tearing apart, reorganizing, and compacting the already ferocious flesh.

Huang Chen's knees buckled, and he almost knelt down from the impact.

On the skin's surface, streaks of dark gold and blood red intertwined quickly appeared.

The bones in my shoulder and back cracked.

His chest swelled and then receded, like a ferocious beast pounding against a cage inside his body.

The Tidebone Priest's scalp tingled at the sight, and he screamed sharply, "Suppress!"

"Suppress him to death!"

The cold wave, like a bone dragon, crashed down with a deafening roar.

Huang Chen suddenly looked up.

His eyes were bloodshot, but the depths of his pupils were frighteningly bright.

He tore his hands outwards, and the karmic fire curtain covering the humans behind him surged again, managing to withstand the aftershocks. He himself stepped out of the fire curtain, letting the cold tide and bone dragons crash down on him.

boom!

boom!boom!

The ice shell on his body exploded in layers.

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, then evaporated into a red mist by the high temperature.

But the next moment, the barrier that had been blocking his body for so long was finally broken through.

【Ding!

Congratulations, host, on your successful breakthrough!

Current cultivation level: Mid-stage Earth Immortal!

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For an instant.

Huang Chen felt as if the world had become clear.

The oppressive cold that had been suffocating him suddenly slowed down. It wasn't that the tide had actually slowed down; rather, his physical body, soul, and vital energy all surged to a new level at that moment.

The power of the earth's ley lines was no longer just borrowed, but felt like something that could be firmly grasped in one's hands. The wind, water, wooden stakes, and rubble within dozens of feet around him all became clear in his perception.

He exhaled a breath of stale air.

Huang Chen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked down at his clenched fist.

With a clench of the five fingers, the joints cracked.

"Come."

There is only one word.

As soon as he finished speaking, he disappeared from the spot.

It is not magic.

It's purely about speed.

The Tidebone Priest only saw a dark golden blood shadow tear through the cold tide. The next moment, Huang Chen had already stepped on a section of the broken ship mast and rushed into the air. He was like a ferocious beast charging against the current, directly crashing into the imposing image of the North Sea ferocious whale.

"Stop him!" the priest shouted vehemently.

The Northern Sea Tide Mirror vibrated violently, its light sweeping down repeatedly.

Huang Chen's left shoulder was slashed with a deep, bone-revealing gash, and his right leg was instantly covered in ice shards. But his speed did not decrease at all. Instead, he used a piece of flying plank to leap up again, twisted his waist in mid-air, and slammed his right leg down like a giant axe!

"Smash it!"

Boom—

The kick landed squarely on the skull of the ferocious whale-like form.

First, there was a crack.

Then the second, third, and hundreds and thousands of cracks exploded simultaneously, covering the entire giant whale head.

The scene resembled an iceberg being shattered from the inside, with a piercing cracking sound filling the sky, and dark blue light gushing out from the cracks.

The next instant, the entire ferocious whale magic vessel collapsed into nothingness!

The sound of the cold sea tide came to an abrupt halt.

The dark clouds high in the sky were blasted open, creating a huge hole, and shattered bone light and dampness fell down like a blizzard.

"puff--"

The Tidebone Priest below was immediately struck by a backlash. His chest swelled up, and he spat out a large spray of black blood mixed with bits of flesh. The Northern Sea Tide Mirror in his hand also let out a mournful cry, unable to bear the weight any longer.

Huang Chen had already fallen from the sky.

The landing point was right in front of him.

The priest was so frightened that his soul almost flew out of his body. He turned and fled, throwing out the string of bone beads in an attempt to buy himself some time with the Soul-Sealing Tide Spell.

But Huang Chen was faster than him.

He raised his hand and scratched his head.

Press.

boom!

The Tidebone Priest's entire face was slammed into the stone slab of the dock, sending stone chips flying everywhere, half of his head embedded in it. Before he could even scream, Huang Chen's knee struck forward, snapping his spine with a crack, followed by a punch that pierced his back.

puff.

The blood mist exploded.

The string of white bone beads was scattered all over the ground, rolling and jingling between the firelight and the cold water.

There was a moment of silence.

Then came screams and gasps.

The remaining water monsters, boatmen, and black marketeers completely collapsed. Some jumped into the sea, some knelt down and begged for mercy, and some even threw away their weapons, fleeing frantically.

Huang Chen took a breath and waved his hand.

The yin energy of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner swept out, and together with the Human Bone Soul-Binding Banner, it instantly crushed several villains who still wanted to resist.

Seeing this, the others cried out in despair, turning the Cold Soul Crossing into a pot of boiling black water.

Behind the curtain of fire, the rescued humans finally came to their senses. They stared blankly at the dissipating bone light in the sky, and then someone knelt down, followed by a series of loud thuds as they kowtowed.

The elderly human crawled to the front, his voice trembling uncontrollably: "Benefactor...benefactor, you have saved my life..."

"Don't kneel yet."

Huang Chen waved his hand, his voice still a little hoarse.

"Those who can walk, search the boat immediately for survivors. Bring out ropes, dry rations, and thick cloth."

Carry the seriously injured to the fire, don't block the way.

The old man nodded quickly: "Yes, yes!"

'

The group of people then hurriedly got up and began rescuing people among the wrecked ships.

Huang Chen stood amidst the blood and ice shards, his chest still heaving violently.

The surge of power after the breakthrough was still coursing through his body, causing his meridians to swell and his wounds on his shoulders and back, which had been reopened by the cold wave, to burn painfully. He didn't immediately pursue the scattered lesser demons, but instead turned and walked towards the Northern Sea passenger ship.

The real secret letter may not be on the Blackwater witch dealers.

He stepped over the broken deck, bent down and searched the remains of the Tidebone Priest for a moment, first finding a domino with a tide pattern, and then pulling out a slender bone tube sealed with triple wax from a hidden pocket at his waist.

The bone tube was cold to the touch, and it bore a faint cloud pattern mark from the Xuan Tian Sect.

Huang Chen's eyes darkened, and he crushed the sealing wax.

Two thin, cicada-wing-like gray papers slid out, along with a tiny communication scale.

His expression turned cold the moment he glanced at it.

The content on the paper is not long.

One page contains the handover list from the Northern Sea side, mentioning "Frosty Nether Altar", "Key Bloodline", and "Fragment of the Main Vein Record".

The other page had even more messy handwriting, clearly a secret report transcribed from multiple sources. It explicitly stated that Zhao Wuji had not gone into seclusion as rumored, but had secretly sent a remnant of the Xuantian Sect's guardian elders to the northern foothills of Buzhou Mountain to trade the "coordinates of the main branch of the Gonggong tribe" with the real envoy from the Northern Sea.

Huang Chen stared at those few lines of text, his knuckles slowly tightening.

The edges of the paper were crumpled.

The coordinates of the main vein of the Gonggong Department.

This is definitely not an ordinary map.

If it really falls into the hands of the Xuantian Sect and the Beiming, who knows how many more blood debts will be incurred.

The sea breeze is still blowing.

Occasionally, the sound of breaking wooden beams echoed through the sea of ​​fire, and shards of ice slowly melted into black water at their feet. In the distance, the surviving humans were dragging unconscious prisoners out of the hold, their cries, coughs, and shouts mingling together in a chaotic yet lively atmosphere.

Huang Chen rolled up the secret letter again and put it into his pocket.

Then he bent down, picked up the communication scale, and examined it in the firelight.

There are still some bone-carved characters left on the back of the scales that were not completely wiped away.

It only has seven characters.

"Elder Zhao, we are near the altar."

Huang Chen stared at the words for a moment, then turned to the old man on the shore and asked, "Are there any boats still running at this ferry crossing?"

'

The old man paused for a moment, then quickly wiped the blood from his face and pointed shakily to the waterway to the west: "Yes, there's a small bone boat. It used to transport salt and sacrificial vessels. The bottom is shallow, so it wasn't burned through..."

Huang Chen nodded and started walking in that direction.

The soles of the boots crunched softly as they stepped over broken bones and remnants of ice.

The wind swept in from the sea, carrying the lingering salty and cold air, gradually blowing away the remaining black smoke above the ferry crossing.

The fire is still burning.