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

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The black snow pressed down.

It didn't fall piece by piece, but rather it was as if someone had overturned a furnace full of ashes in the sky, with large swaths sweeping across the basin and hitting the rock walls, making a soft rustling sound.

The thug from the Gonggong tribe, his face contorted with rage, dragged the cart of ashes, still cursing under his breath.

The wheel creaked as it rolled over the frozen, broken bones.

He paused and looked back at the inner circle of the altar.

"Hello!

Which way should I turn this car?

No one from the Xuantian Sect paid him any attention.

Only the bone flag swayed gently in the wind, its surface taut and then deflated, like a human skin struggling to breathe.

Huang Chen lay prone behind the rock, his fingers already removed from the communication jade slip.

No need to send messages.

There are no reinforcements here.

We also cannot allow any noise to alert those few things in the inner circle beforehand.

He pressed his palm against the frozen earth, and dark gold sorcerer runes slowly settled beneath his skin.

After suppressing his breath technique to its limit, he was almost completely fused with the rock shadow. The black snow fell on his shoulders, but instead of being evaporated by his qi and blood, it only accumulated into a thin layer of cold ash.

Twenty steps.

Fifteen steps.

The traitorous soldier pulled the cart to the first outer ring flagpole and bent down to move the ash jar.

Huang Chen made a move.

There was no sound of wind breaking.

There were no footsteps.

The Mountain and River Boots touched the frozen ground so lightly that the ground didn't even tremble, and the person was already close behind the traitor.

The traitor seemed to sense something; the hairs on his neck stood on end, and he was about to turn around.

Huang Chen covered his mouth with his left hand, and with his right hand, his fingers pointed like a knife, he smashed it into the back of his neck.

Click.

The sound of bones breaking was mostly swallowed up by the black snow.

The traitor's eyes bulged out, and only half a bubble rolled out of his throat before he went limp.

Huang Chen did not let the body fall to the ground.

He supported it with one arm and gently pressed it against the ash cart, causing the corpse to hang there as if it were still bending over to move a vat.

Three patrolmen emerged from the black snow in the distance.

"You fatso, what are you dawdling about?"

'

"Hurry up! Finish adding it before the Cold Fire moves southwest!"

'

Huang Chen squatted behind the Soul Ash Cart, his eyelids not lifting.

The three of them drew closer and closer.

The black snow blocked the view and also the smell of blood.

By the time the person at the front noticed the extra shadow beside the Soul Ash Cart, it was too late.

Huang Chen stumbled and crashed into the middle of the three.

He shattered the first person's sternum with his shoulder.

The elbow struck the second man's Adam's apple.

The third person opened his mouth to blow the bone whistle from his waist, but Huang Chen pinched the whistle between his two fingers and shoved it back in.

puff.

The bone whistle was shoved back into his mouth, and broken teeth and blood poured into his throat.

The traitor knelt down, clutching his neck, and kicked his feet twice on the ground before falling silent.

Huang Chen dragged the four corpses into the shadows of the bone tower.

The black snow fell even more heavily.

The cold fire in the inner circle of the altar is shifting from due north to northwest.

There's still half an incense stick left.

Huang Chen looked up at the guard towers on both sides of the outer ring road.

The bone tower wasn't tall, about three zhang (approximately 10 meters), and was made of a mixture of demon bones and human bones, with strings of tiny bone fragments hanging from it. When the wind blew, the bone fragments collided with each other, making a sound as soft as the chirping of insects.

This thing isn't for judging people.

It's about listening to the earth.

When someone steps into the outer ring, the bone tower will shake first, and then transmit the vibration to the array eye.

He killed quickly and quietly, so there was no noise.

To release the humans from the side pit and disrupt the inner circle, the Bone Tower must be destroyed first.

Huang Chen crouched low and walked around the outer edge of the flag formation.

The second group of patrolmen had just turned past a black stone, their formation still consisting of three men.

He didn't go around behind.

The runes on the soles of the Mountain and River Boots suddenly lit up.

Huang Chen swept across the ground like a heavy knife being thrown out.

boom!

The first patrolman's knee bent backward, and before he could fall, Huang Chen grabbed his belt and swung him toward the other two.

The three bodies collided together.

Before they even landed, the Asura Blood Blade was drawn half an inch from its sheath.

The bloodline flashed.

Three heads rolled into the snow.

Huang Chen sheathed his sword and stepped onto the base of the bone tower.

He didn't use a knife to cut.

That sound is too crisp.

He bent down, his five fingers gripping the base of the bone tower, dark gold sorcerer runes crawling from the back of his hand all the way to his forearm.

"rise."

A crack appeared in the permafrost.

He forcefully pulled half of the bone tower up, bringing out the black chain nails buried inside with a muffled sound like snapping tendons.

The bone fragments began to tremble erratically.

Huang Chen braced his knees against the tower and twisted his arms.

Click-click——

The entire bone tower was twisted off in the middle.

Before the bone fragments even hit the ground, he swung a punch, smashing the broken tower into the nearby pit of soul ash.

Dust rose up.

Someone finally noticed at the altar.

What's going on with the outer ring road?

'

"One of the bone-hearing devices is broken!"

The voice of the remnant cultivator from the Xuantian Sect came from the inner circle, sharp and cold like iron needles.

The traitorous soldiers of the Gonggong tribe also panicked.

"It's not on my side!"

"The bone tower made a sound by itself when the cold fire shifted!"

"fart!

"The bone tower was buried on the earth's veins, how could it break on its own?"

Huang Chen listened to those voices and suppressed his smile.

It's not chaotic enough.

He flipped over and leaped onto another black rock, raising his hand to press the wind-stabilizing bead at his waist.

The bead rotated slightly.

The black snow that was pouring down from above the basin was suddenly suppressed by an unseen force. The wind swirled around the altar and instead of dissipating, it swirled back towards the seven black chain pillars.

Black snow flows back.

The cold fire shrank under the weight of the snow, then suddenly expanded.

The flag made a crackling sound.

boom!

The cold flames shot up half a zhang high.

The soul-binding patterns on the outer ring of the flag array lit up simultaneously, like a circle of ignited dead eyes.

"It backfired!"

'

"The altar has backfired!"

"Xuantian Sect, what exactly did you do?!"

'

"Shut up!" the leader of the remaining cultivators of the Xuanzong sect roared.

The person stood in the inner circle, slightly to the east, holding a Soul Ash Bell in their hand. The bell's body was made from a ground skull, and the clapper was a small finger bone. With each shake, grayish-white mist would spray out from the bell's mouth.

Huang Chen had been watching him for a long time.

Soul Ash Tricycle.

Dominoes serve as the starting point.

The seven pillars of cold fire rotate.

The traitors on the outer ring were only responsible for carrying ashes and patrolling; the one who truly controlled the rhythm was this crippled repairman with the bell.

The Soul Bell rang again.

Ding.

The sound wasn't loud, but it made the fleeing rebel soldiers freeze in place.

Several remaining cultivators of the Xuantian Sect immediately formed hand seals, and the cold fire was forced back to the base of the pillar. It seemed that the chaos was about to be suppressed again.

Huang Chen no longer hid.

He stepped out of the black snow.

The first step crushed half of the flagpole.

The second step cracked the frozen soil.

When the third foot landed, the person had already rushed to the front of the second guard bone tower.

"Someone's there!"

"Enemy attack—"

Before he could finish speaking, Huang Chen punched the bone tower in the waist.

The fist sank into the bone.

The force exploded.

The entire bone tower was smashed from the inside as if by a giant hammer, with bone fragments, array nails, and remnant soul threads flying everywhere.

The bone hearing was completely broken.

The outer ring patrol system has failed.

The mutineers were thrown into chaos.

Some rushed towards Huang Chen, some retreated to the inner circle, and two directly drew their swords and slashed at the remaining cultivators of the Xuan Tian Sect.

"I told you it was weird!"

You're using us as sacrificial offerings!

Get out of my way!

'

A black needle flew out from the sleeve of a remnant Xuanzong cultivator, instantly piercing the foreheads of two traitorous soldiers.

But just as he stopped, the black snow behind him exploded.

Huang Chen has arrived.

The man turned his head, his pupils contracting.

"yellow--"

The name wasn't pronounced in full.

Huang Chen grabbed his face and pushed him backward, sending him flying and crashing hard into the black chain pillar.

boom!

The back of his head was shattered.

The cold flames on the black chain pillars licked the corpse, burning it and producing a pungent stench.

The system notification flashed through my mind.

[Slaying those burdened with sin, karma is being converted...]

Huang Chen didn't watch it.

He raised his hand, caught the flying black needle, and flung it away.

Three black needles pierced through the black snow and pierced the throats of three traitorous soldiers guarding the position.

They collapsed, clutching their necks, their blood freezing into a thin, dark red crust before it could even flow a few steps out.

Cries and screams came from the side pit.

"Someone has broken in!"

'

"Don't shout! Don't shout!"

'

"Is he human? Is he human?"

'

Huang Chen glanced at it out of the corner of his eye.

On the west side of the altar, there is a deep pit sealed by ice, with three bone fences pressing down on the pit opening, and dozens of humans crammed inside.

There were old people, women, and children, all wrapped in tattered animal skins, their hands and feet bound together with black ropes, like livestock.

Someone tried to get up to look, but was held down firmly by the people next to them.

afraid.

They feared this was just another way to die.

Huang Chen felt a surge of anger rising in his chest.

He didn't go over immediately.

The inner ring hasn't been broken yet.

The one who took the Soul Bell is still alive.

"Huang Chen!"

The leader of the remaining cultivators of the Xuanzong sect finally recognized him, his voice filled with barely suppressed shock and anger.

"You dared to follow me all the way here!"

Huang Chen stepped over the corpse of a traitor, the Asura Blood Blade hanging at his side.

"You filthy creatures, how come you always think you're hiding so well?"

The leader of the remnant cultivators' face twitched.

"Set up a formation! Traps him first!"

'

The remaining two Xuanzong cultivators simultaneously pulled open their sleeves, revealing the dense Soul-Binding Patterns on their arms. They slammed their palms on the ground, and the Bone Flag Array's core suddenly lit up, with dozens of gray-white soul chains shooting out from the ground and wrapping around Huang Chen's ankles, wrists, and neck.

Huang Chen did not retreat.

He sheathed his sword.

His fists hung down.

Dark gold witch runes emerged inch by inch.

The soul rope wrapped around his ankle, and just as it was about to tighten, it was shaken by the surging blood and qi, causing it to hiss and smoke.

"Tie me up?"

'

Huang Chen looked down.

"You don't deserve it."

'

He took a step forward.

The soul rope taut.

The second step.

The frozen soil at the base of the Soul Rope cracked.

third step.

He dragged more than a dozen soul ropes from the ground, bringing with them human tooth soul nails embedded in the bottom of the array.

The two disabled cultivators turned pale instantly.

"How is that possible!"

'

Huang Chen swings his arm.

The soul rope wrapped around his arm curled back and lashed out at the crippled cultivator on his left side like a whip.

Snapped!

The man's chest collapsed, and he was thrown into the ashes and crashed into the ash car.

The car overturned.

The ashes of the souls covered the ground.

The cold fire began to rage again.

Another disabled cultivator turned to flee, but Huang Chen grabbed a broken bone flag from the ground and threw it like a javelin.

The bone flag pierced his back, pinning him to the stone wall beside the ice pit.

He grabbed wildly with both hands, his fingernails scratching several white marks on the stone wall, then his head lolled to the side and he fell silent.

The Soul Bell rang again.

Ding Ding Ding Ding!

This time, the ringing was urgent, like a death knell.

The leader of the remnant cultivators, with disheveled hair, spewed out a cloud of gray mist and retreated into the cold flames.

"Huang Chen, you think you've won just by breaking through the outer ring?"

His fingers gripped the Soul-Ghost Bell, his knuckles turning white.

"You destroyed the ancestral hall of the Xuantian Sect, ruined the flying boat, slaughtered the Blood Valley, and now you're meddling in the affairs of Buzhou Mountain... Do you really think no one can deal with you?"

Huang Chen walked towards him.

Each step crushed the bone fragments on the frozen ground.

"You talk too much nonsense."

'

The leader of the remnant cultivators' faces contorted in pain.

"Please, Messenger of the Northern Sea, open the coffin!"

'

He roared toward the center of the altar.

The envoy from the Northern Sea in the inner circle, who was wearing a white bone mask, did not move.

He stood behind the black chain pillar, his wide black robe weighed down by the snow, and his gaze behind the mask seemed to be seen through a layer of deep-sea cold tide.

Huang Chen glanced at him.

That thing was also looking at Huang Chen.

They didn't take action.

They won't refund it.

He doesn't care how many people die in front of him.

The leader of the remaining cultivators finally panicked.

"messenger!

You said you would protect us and ensure our success in battle!

The envoy from the Northern Sea let out a low laugh.

The sound came through the mask, echoing through the hollow like a tide.

"Isn't the formation still in its initial stage?"

'

The leader of the remnant cultivators was deathly pale.

The next instant, Huang Chen had already bumped into him.

The Soul Ash Bell spewed out a large cloud of gray mist, from which emerged wailing human faces, their mouths snapping at Huang Chen's eyes, ears, and throat.

Huang Chen reached his right hand into the gray mist.

The crimson light of the Karmic Fire Lotus flashed in his palm.

The faces screamed and shrank back into the bell.

The leader of the remnant cultivators tried to shake the bell again, but Huang Chen's five fingers had already gripped his neck.

"How many people have you trained?"

'

The leader of the remnant cultivators was lifted off the ground, his face turning blue and purple.

He managed to squeeze out a few words.

"Can you... save them all...?"

Huang Chen's eyes turned cold.

Clench your fists.

Click.

Neck broken.

The leader of the remnant cultivators tilted his head to the side, and the Soul Ash Bell fell from his hand.

Huang Chen did not let go.

He dragged the corpse around and looked at the largest bone flag array eye on the outer ring.

The light was still shining from that spot.

It seemed to contain many remnants of souls; the flag was bulging, and fingerprints kept emerging from the inside.

Huang Chen swung the corpse of the crippled leader and slammed it down hard.

boom!

The first time, the bone flag tilted.

boom!

The flagpole cracked on the second strike.

When the third blow landed, the corpse was already shattered beyond recognition, and the core of the bone flag array exploded with a deafening roar.

A gray-white soul light shot into the sky.

The three bone grids on the side pit simultaneously lost their luster.

The humans in the pit stood frozen for a moment, then some rushed to the fence.

"It's open! The lock is loose!"

'

"Quick! Get out of here!"

'

"No, there are still demons outside!"

Huang Chen slashed out with his backhand, cutting the black rope at the pit entrance.

"Walk along the rocky gully on the west side."

His voice wasn't loud, but it drowned out the wind, snow, and fighting.

"Don't touch the altar, and don't look back."

An old man, so thin he was just a skeleton, shakily raised his head from the pit.

"My benefactor...you..."

"Walk!"

Huang Chen shouted.

The old man shuddered and immediately pushed the child beside him to crawl out.

Dozens of sacrificial humans stumbled and poured out of the side pit.

Some people's feet were frostbitten and they fell after running a few steps; some people carried their unconscious relatives on their backs, their shoulders were chafed raw by the bone cords; and a seven or eight-year-old child bit his lip tightly, not daring to cry out.

Huang Chen raised his hand and threw out several concealment talismans.

The talisman burned in the black snow, turning into a pale gray mist that obscured the western rocky gully.

He took out the Wind-Stabilizing Pearl and pressed it down, briefly dispersing the wind in the basin. The black snow swirled to the east, making way for the humans and creating a narrow path.

[May your people succeed.]

[Rescue of the human race who were sacrificed at the altar: 47 people.]

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[Merit points are being calculated...]

[Merit Points Gained: 3600]

[Current main quest, third stage: Incomplete.]

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[Hint: The outer ring sacrificial array has been destroyed. Proceed with the search for clues regarding the envoy from the Northern Sea.]

Huang Chen felt no relief despite hearing the instructions.

Forty-seven people.

There were originally more than that number in the pit.

Many handprints were frozen on the ice wall, some of them so small they were pitiful.

He gripped the Asura Blood Blade tightly and turned to look to the south.

The leader of the Gonggong tribe's rebels is on the run.

The burly man with a fierce face had already thrown away his battle axe, with a broken chain hanging from his shoulder, and led three or five of his henchmen to disappear behind the black rock.

He ran extremely fast, and the water ripples on his legs shimmered, as if he had borrowed the power of the underground cold current.

Huang Chen stomped his foot.

The boots, treading mountains and rivers, shattered the frozen earth, and a figure burst forth.

One of the traitors in front turned around, saw Huang Chen chasing after him, and was so frightened that he almost jumped out of his skin.

"Boss! He's here!"

'

The rebel leader gritted his teeth, grabbed the man, and threw him backward.

Stop him!

'

While the man was still in mid-air, Huang Chen punched him through the chest and abdomen, and blood mist exploded out.

The remaining few close associates ran even more frantically.

The rebel leader rushed into an ice crevice, crushing dominoes in his hand. Black water immediately gushed out from both sides of the crevice, condensing into a water blade.

Huang Chen did not flash.

The dark yellow armor appeared on the body surface, and the water blades cut into the armor plates, making a screeching sound.

He rushed through the water blades, grabbed the leader of the rebel soldiers by the back of his collar, and dragged him out of the crevice.

The rebel leader drew his short knife and stabbed Huang Chen in the ribs.

The knife tip penetrated half an inch, but was firmly stuck by the muscle.

Huang Chen looked down at him.

"Still running?"

'

The rebel leader's face twitched, he loosened his grip on the hilt of his sword, and his knees buckled as he knelt on the ground.

"Sir, have mercy!

I was just following orders! I didn't set up the altar, nor did I take the main lineage chart!

'

Huang Chen stepped on his wrist.

Click.

The wrist bone was fractured.

The rebel leader screamed as his forehead slammed into the frozen ground.

"Who is the head of the table?"

Huang Chen bent down, his voice muffled by the wind and snow.

"What is that thing from the Northern Sea?"

The rebel leader was trembling all over from the pain, his lips quivering.

I'll talk! I'll talk!

'

Huang Chen pressed down another half step.

Explain clearly.

'

The rebel leader gasped for breath, his eyes constantly glancing toward the center of the altar.

"It is not an ordinary envoy...it is not a messenger sent by the Northern Sea Demon Court."

'

"It is an incarnation of the Mirage Sea Lord!"

Huang Chen frowned.

Mirage Sea Lord.

The moment the name was uttered, even the surrounding black snow seemed to fall silent for a moment.

The rebel leader swallowed hard, his voice urgent: "The old monster in the deep sea of ​​the Northern Darkness attained enlightenment by consuming mirage energy, and it's a master at disguising cause and effect. It can insert its own shadow into the fate lines of others. Heaven sees it as a messenger, and cause and effect see it as a trader, but that's just a facade!"

The rebel leader swallowed hard, his voice urgent: "The old monster in the deep sea of ​​the Northern Darkness attained enlightenment by consuming mirage energy, and it's a master at disguising cause and effect. It can insert its own shadow into the fate lines of others. Heaven sees it as a messenger, and cause and effect see it as a trader, but that's just a facade!"

'

"It helped the Daughters of Gonggong, not for the Old Testament, nor for the Lord's cause."

It's going to cause chaos.

'

"It wants the lifeless energy beneath Mount Buzhou!"

Huang Chen stared at him.

"How do I swallow it?"

"Ice coffin!"

'

The rebel leader's voice cracked.

"The ice coffin in the center of the altar was brought by it."

"As long as the main lineage is alerted and the various factions go to war, the remnants of the Xuantian Sect, the traitorous Gonggong lineage, and the Northern Sea Demon Envoy will all be drawn in. The more people die, the more the ice coffin will feast."

"Once enough death energy has been generated, its true form can project across the sea and climb ashore using the ice coffin!"

'

Huang Chen's heart sank.

The "primary position" and "shadow position" mentioned in the previous chapter of the system finally match up.

The envoy from the Northern Sea who is wearing a mask is most likely just a figurehead.

The actual ignition source was hidden in the ice coffin, or the ice coffin was used to lock the coordinates.

The rebel leader, panting heavily, begged for mercy repeatedly.

"I was just using dominoes to guide the flow of energy; I have no right to touch the ice coffin!"

"The outer ring control talisman is on me. Take it, spare my life, and I can take you to find the rest of us—"

Huang Chen reached out and pulled a dark blue bone talisman from his arms.

The bone talisman felt cold to the touch, and it was engraved with seven rings, corresponding to the seven black chain pillars on the outer ring of the altar.

The back of the talisman was still stained with blood, indicating that it had been used recently.

Obtain: Altar Outer Ring Control Charm.

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[Main Quest Stage 3 Progress Update.]

[Tracing the clues of the envoy from the Northern Sea: Completed.]

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[Finding the true igniter: In progress.]

Current coordinate status: The principal position is being displayed.

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The rebel leader, oblivious to the system notification, continued kowtowing.

"My lord, spare me! I'll tell you everything..."

Huang Chen looked at him.

"Were those people in the pits also brought here by you?"

The leader of the traitors' voice was cut off.

The color drained from his face.

"I...I just..."

The Asura Blood Blade was drawn.

The glint of the blade swept over the black snow.

Its head rolled three feet and hit the edge of an ice crevasse, stopping with its eyes still open.

Slay those burdened with sin.

[Karma value conversion in progress...]

Huang Chen shook the blood off his knife and turned to walk back to the altar.

In the western ravine, the last few sacrificial humans had already disappeared into the concealing fog.

The gaunt old man turned around and glanced back, his lips moving as if he wanted to say something, but Huang Chen simply raised his hand and waved it outwards.

"Walk."

The old man gritted his teeth, hoisted a comatose boy onto his back, and stumbled into the black snow.

The envoy from the Northern Sea was still standing in the inner circle of the altar.

Most of the outer ring died, the leader of Xuanzong's remaining followers was smashed into a pulp, and the leader of the Gonggong tribe's rebel soldiers was also beheaded.

But it still didn't move.

Beneath the white bone mask, those eyes looked at Huang Chen with a damp and empty smile.

"Huang Chen".

It finally spoke.

"You killed faster than the rumors suggested."

Huang Chen drew his sword and walked towards the inner circle.

"You're hiding even deeper than a rat."

The envoy from the Northern Sea chuckled softly.

"Mice are afraid of fire, but the sea is not."

As soon as the words were spoken, a dull thud suddenly came from the center of the altar behind it.

thump.

It was like someone tapping on a coffin lid inside thick ice.

Huang Chen stopped in his tracks.

The seven black chain pillars turned towards the center at the same time, and the remaining cold fire was swallowed up by some force.

The black snow stopped drifting aimlessly and began to swirl around the altar, spinning faster and faster until it finally coalesced into an inverted snow column in the center.

The ground cracked.

Frozen black water seeped up from the cracks.

A corner of an ice coffin slowly rose from the ground.

The ice wasn't transparent.

It was mixed with black blood streaks and grayish-white soul shadows, as thick as an ancient frozen tide that had sunk in the deep sea for millennia.

The coffin was enormous, over two zhang long, and its sides were nailed with countless bone nails, each engraved with tiny mirage patterns.

Huang Chen saw many faces pasted on the inside of the coffin lid.

Not a living person.

It is the shadow of cause and effect that has been eaten away.

Those faces were squeezed into the ice, their mouths open silently, as if they were shouting or laughing.

The body of the envoy from the Northern Sea began to fade.

A sound like a tidal wave crashing forth came from beneath the white bone mask.

"The master has woken up."

'

Huang Chen gripped the Asura Blood Blade tightly, while his other hand held onto the control talisman on the outer ring of the altar that he had just seized.

The black snow struck the blade and turned into fine ice shards.

The ice coffin rose another half foot.

A wisp of dark blue sea mist slowly seeped out from the cracks in the coffin lid.