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

As soon as the cracking sound ended, the node of the mother talisman inside the bridge suddenly split open.

Instead of stone dust, a scalding, blackened crimson thread slithered up Huang Chen's palm bone like a living thing, instantly wrapping around half of his arm. The war drum above his head slammed down for the fifth time, causing the entire Abyss Eye sacrificial ground to tremble violently. The three Soul-Binding Stone Wells simultaneously spewed out black water, the stench of which mixed with the putrid smell of decaying bones, making one's throat bitter.

Ah Shi's legs went weak, and he almost knelt down.

"grown ups!

'

Huang Chen didn't turn around. He gripped the cracked node of the mother talisman with his five fingers, his arm veins bulging, and pulled outwards with a sudden force. Most of the inner wall of the bridge was torn off on the spot, and the blood-red patterns hidden behind the stone layers were completely exposed, like a skinned vein, throbbing wildly.

On the main altar, High Priestess Youxi chuckled softly.

"It really was you."

He raised his damp, grayish eyes and stared down at the bridge. "They dare to steal offerings and damage wells; they're bolder than I thought."

Before the words were finished, the three stone wells exploded with a loud bang.

The black water churned, and the rings of soul-binding runes around the well's edge were forcibly cracked. Immediately afterward, three twisted figures crawled out of the well.

The creature was half human bone, but the other half looked like black flesh sewn together by cold water. Its chest cavity was filled with howling human faces, and its limbs were dragged by chains. As soon as it landed, the stone bridge creaked under its feet.

Well-destroying puppet.

Huang Chen's eyelids twitched.

It's not an ordinary sacrificial altar puppet; it's an evil creature forcibly sewn together from human souls and underground cold water.

Every crack on that thing oozed black mist, and within the mist were faint, fragmented cries, like dozens of mouths grinding their teeth together next to your ear.

The priestess of Youxi slung the bone drumstick over her shoulder, her voice as soft and feminine as a snake's tongue.

"Hold him back."

"I'll go unlock the lock below."

'

As soon as he uttered the last four words, he swept down from behind the main altar, his black robe billowing up a gust of foul, damp wind, heading straight for the half-closed stone door behind the abyss.

Huang Chen's heart sank.

We can't let him go down.

Once the lower layer of the Abyss Eye's lock is activated, this place will be more than just a place where a few hundred people will die.

All these sacrificial wells, ancestral shaman remnants, and bridge-belly mother talismans will be strung together into a single line, directly igniting the entire cold water branch.

Ashi also noticed something was wrong, and his face turned pale.

"Sir, I'll go get some men—"

"Take those who can walk and retreat to the abandoned canal to the north." Huang Chen interrupted directly, "Those who can't walk, drag them away."

Don't look back.

Ah Shi gritted his teeth, his eyes red-rimmed, and nodded fiercely.

"Yes, sir!"

He had just turned around when the leftmost Jing Sha puppet pounced on him.

The thing had no eyes; its face had only a vertical black slit, from which roaring water could be heard. It spat out a stream of cold, foul water from three zhang away.

Huang Chen twisted his foot and moved half a step to the side.

The water arrow grazed his shoulder and slammed into the bridge railing, shattering stone chips and ice fragments together. Before the second Well Demon Puppet could even get close, his internal energy surged down onto the ground, and he stomped his right foot heavily.

"Pulsefire Battle Domain, open!"

boom!

A crimson vein, centered on his position, spread wildly along the stone bridge, its underside, the altar, and the remaining pillars. The once scarlet and cold altar vein was now glowing with this domineering fire, and even the black water seeping from the cracks in the rocks began to steam.

The entire sacrificial site looked as if it had been stuffed into a red-hot furnace.

The three soul-binding stone wells hummed in unison, and the black talismans on the well edges immediately dimmed by 30%.

The three Well Demon Puppets suddenly froze, and the icy mist wrapped around their bodies crackled and scattered in large patches as the pulse fire struck them.

Behind the main altar, the priestess Youxi, who was about to enter the stone gate, stopped in her tracks and turned around abruptly.

His deathly pale face finally changed.

"You dare to suppress the energy veins of the sacrificial site?"

'

Huang Chen didn't even bother to answer.

The first Well Demon Puppet lunged again, its arms outstretched, and dozens of distorted human faces screamed simultaneously from its chest cavity.

The cry was like a hook, specifically targeting the sea of ​​consciousness. Huang Chen's mind went blank for a moment, and his chest felt tight, but in the next instant, he had already crashed into it head-on.

I won't dodge.

A direct collision!

boom!

Huang Chen's shoulder rammed into the monster's chest, and the stone bridge beneath his feet suddenly cracked open with two large fissures.

The human faces inside the Jing Sha Puppet's chest cavity exploded all at once, splattering black water and bone fragments all over Huang Chen's face. But the thing was still not dead; it swung its claw back, sending five icy bone spikes straight into Huang Chen's neck.

Huang Chen raised his left hand and grabbed its wrist bone.

click!

The wrist bone was fractured.

Immediately afterwards, he raised his right fist and slammed it down on the thing's head.

boom!

The head is tilted.

The second punch.

boom!

His neck was broken in half.

The third punch shattered half of his sternum.

The human soul and cold water accumulated within the Jing Sha Puppet's body were disrupted by the repeated blows, and finally, unable to withstand it, it exploded into a mass of rotten bones and black liquid, splattering across half of the bridge surface.

Another Well-Shattering Puppet had already wrapped itself around from the side, its chains sweeping across and directly grappling Huang Chen's waist and abdomen.

Huang Chen was half a line slower than the person who turned to the side.

With a tearing sound, the armor ripped open, revealing a bloody gash on the side of the abdomen.

The searing pain had barely begun when the Well Demon Puppet opened its throat, which was full of broken teeth, and bit down on his face.

Huang Chen's eyes hardened. He used his left hand to support its jaw, and with his right hand, his fingers were like a knife. He poured the cracking energy from the Seven Forms of Witch Killing into the edge of his palm and slashed fiercely at the back of its neck.

Huang Chen's eyes hardened. He used his left hand to support its jaw, and with his right hand, his fingers were like a knife. He poured the cracking energy from the Seven Forms of Witch Killing into the edge of his palm and slashed fiercely at the back of its neck.

"Break!"

Click!

The creature's spine was sliced ​​through, and half of its body collapsed on the spot. Taking advantage of the situation, Huang Chen mounted it and pounced on it, swinging his fists around like he was forging iron, punching it one after another until the entire skeleton of the Well Demon Puppet collapsed into a pile of fragments.

The last Well Demon Puppet did not come up.

It lay prostrate beside the central abyss, head bowed like a dog, its chest and abdomen heaving wildly as it sucked up the black water from the well.

As the black water was poured in, its joints grew taller and taller, and a row of sharp spikes bulged on its back, making it much larger in the blink of an eye.

Huang Chen's pupils contracted slightly, and he took a step forward and rushed forward.

A shriek rang out first from the direction of the main altar.

The Priestess Youxi had retreated to the stone gate, her hands forming three tide patterns, her fingertips gleaming with black light like needles, piercing straight into the lower lock seal.

If it had been even half a breath later, the lock behind the stone door would have closed completely.

Huang Chen ignored the third Jing Sha puppet and raised his hand to summon the Wind-Fixing Pearl.

A glint of light flashed.

The area around the main altar, which was originally being swept up by the black tide, seemed to be suddenly held down by an invisible hand.

The wind stopped, the tide stopped rolling, and even the drifting black mist of human souls was frozen in mid-air, as if solidified.

Priestess Youxi's expression changed drastically.

"What is that—"

Huang Chen has arrived.

The Mountain and River Boots shook the stone bridge violently as he stomped on it. He was like an iron mountain that had been thrown out, covering several meters in one step. His fist, wrapped in the crimson earth energy surging from the Pulse Fire Battle Domain, struck directly at the face of the Youxi Priest.

Priestess Youxi raised her arm to block, and three bone needles shot out from her sleeve.

Huang Chen neither dodged nor evaded, his Xuanhuang armor taking two hits head-on. The third hit grazed his ribs and pierced through, drawing a string of blood beads.

Without even flinching, his fist shattered the opponent's protective barrier, slamming heavily into that deathly pale face.

boom!

Priestess Youxi was sent flying, her back slamming into the edge of the altar, spitting out a mouthful of black blood.

You're asking for it!

He hissed and screamed, his ten fingers spread wide, and fine water ripples appeared on his palms. A giant black hand swept up from below the altar and slammed into Huang Chen's chest.

Huang Chen crossed his arms and braced himself against the wall.

boom!

The black tide exploded, and the stone steps of the altar crumbled layer by layer.

Huang Chen was knocked back two steps, and the wound on his abdomen was completely reopened by the shock. Blood flowed down his leg, staining his trouser leg red.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, the priestess Youxi retreated rapidly, her body like a slippery, long fish, and she squeezed into the stone gate while clinging to the sacrificial curtain.

But the Wind-Stabilizing Pearl is still there.

The black tide that had just surged around him was instantly frozen in place for a moment.

Just this brief moment.

enough.

Huang Chen exerted force with his feet, unleashing all seven forms of the Witch Killing Technique. Crack, surge, collapse, entangle, and suppress—the five forces poured into his limbs and bones almost simultaneously.

His dark gold sorcery patterns shone brightly, and he exuded a ferocious, reckless aura as he lunged at the High Priestess Youxi and grabbed her head.

It felt icy cold to the touch, like touching a lump of dead flesh that had been soaking in well water for years.

The High Priestess Youxi screamed and raised her hand, smashing the bone drumstick hard into Huang Chen's temple. Huang Chen's left shoulder tilted, taking the blow head-on. His ears rang, but he didn't stop for a second. Grabbing the other's head, he turned and slammed it onto the altar!

boom! !

!

The first time, the altar cracked.

The second time, blood and broken teeth flew together.

With the third strike, the entire altar collapsed, and half of the priestess Youxi's face was embedded in the stone, her throat emitting a miserable gasp like a broken bellows.

Huang Chen pressed him down, his forehead slamming against his.

Another muffled sound.

Priestess Youxi twitched twice, her hands still trying to form hand seals. Huang Chen raised his palm, and the Asura Blood Blade flashed out, piercing directly through his jaw and exiting through the back of his head, pinning his entire head to the shattered altar.

The sacrificial site fell silent for a moment.

The next moment, a system notification exploded in Huang Chen's mind.

[Ding! Side quest "Severing the Abyss Eye Festival" has been completed!]

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[Mission Completion Conditions: Slay the Priestess of the Dark Tide, rescue the humans from the sacrificial grounds, and seize the Mother Symbol of the Sacrificial Grounds.]

[Rewards: Karma +22000, Merit +9000]

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The cold, hard handwriting swept past, line by line.

Huang Chen leaned against the broken table, took a deep breath, and felt his vision blur.

The continuous battles and blood loss caused his spiritual energy to be burned out by the Pulse Fire Battle Domain. His body felt like it had been stuffed with burning coals, leaving him feeling dry and painful.

Instead of immediately withdrawing the battle domain, he bent down and pressed down on the still glowing core of the mother rune at the bottom of the altar.

Divine sense probed in.

The chaotic sacrificial patterns, well numbers, soul registers, and tidal vein directions all rushed into the sea of ​​consciousness.

Huang Chen frowned, forcibly trying to glean clues from within. A few breaths later, a fragmented yet clear place name emerged from the depths of the mother talisman.

The Ancient Path of the Water Prison.

Huang Chen's gaze narrowed slightly.

Just then, a series of cries and footsteps suddenly came from the north side of the sacrificial site. Ashi led a group of humans covered in blood out from behind the collapsed well. When they saw that the main altar had collapsed, they were stunned at first, and then their eyes turned red.

"Sir! You—"

"Still alive."

Huang Chen drew his Asura Blood Blade, flicked away the blood, and asked, "How far can you go?"

"About seventy."

"Ashi was panting heavily. "There are still more than a dozen seriously injured ones, we have to carry them. The North Abandoned Canal is open, and the side crack outside has been found, but the stone bridge is still—"

Halfway through his speech, an elderly man who was so thin he looked emaciated suddenly staggered forward from the group.

The old man's hair was gray, his back was hunched from years of working as a miner, and his hands were calloused, with black ash stuck between his fingers. He glanced at the corpse on the main altar, then at the still-bleeding gash on Huang Chen's abdomen, and his lips trembled several times.

"My benefactor... did you kill that priest?"

Huang Chen nodded.

The old man suddenly knelt down, his forehead slamming heavily against the gravel.

"Good riddance, good riddance!"

'

His voice trembled, sounding like a mix of crying and laughing. Several other people who had been rescued nearby also knelt down, their cries becoming uncontrollable.

Huang Chen frowned and reached out to pull the old man up.

"Take fewer hits."

"Speak quickly, what's on your mind?"

The old man wiped his face, his breathing rapid and trembling.

"I recognize this place! I used to mine vein stones under the blood mine, and then I was transferred here to do hard labor."

Three months ago, a disciple of the Xuantian Sect came by. He had half an arm missing, a burn mark on his left cheek, and was accompanied by two little demons. He brought three boxes of soul ash...

Huang Chen's eyes darkened.

C, a surviving disciple of the Xuantian Sect.

The identification matched that of the old miner rescued in Chapter 77.

Are you sure?

'

"Confirmed!" The old man gritted his teeth. "That person was cursing and saying that even though the ancestral mountain was destroyed, the remnants were still there, and as long as the soul ashes continued, there would be someone to take over."

I recognize that receipt; it's from the Xuantian Sect!

Ah Shi's face changed when he heard this.

"My lord, are those bastards from the Xuantian Sect still alive?"

Huang Chen didn't reply, but only looked down at the sacrificial mother talisman he had just seized.

At the edge of the mother talisman, there were still a few lingering tide patterns, the ends of which pointed directly to the four characters "Water Prison Ancient Road".

The area around the sacrificial site has begun to spiral out of control.

With the death of the Priestess Youxi, the three Soul-Binding Stone Wells cracked one after another, black water overflowing the bridge, and the bloodstains on the Ancestral Witch's broken pillar also began to throb. The entire Abyss Eye sacrificial site seemed to have its bones removed; the bridge railings, stone seats, and sacrificial curtains all shook, and rubble fell down in a rustling sound.

They can't stay any longer.

Huang Chen raised his hand to put away the Wind-Stabilizing Pearl, but instead of putting away the Pulse Fire Battle Domain, he activated it and struck the center of the main bridge with a palm strike.

Boom!

The bridge surface collapsed on the spot, creating a large crater.

"My lord?" Ashi was taken aback.

"Keep the main bridge open, so the pursuers can follow." Huang Chen's voice was hoarse but very fast. "Put the seriously wounded in the middle, and those who can run back."

The elderly and children went first. They all followed me, walking along the side of the crack.

'

Ah Shi immediately opened his mouth.

"Did you all hear that?!"

Help them up! Quickly!

'

The crowd immediately began to move in a chaotic yet orderly fashion.

Some people helped, some carried, and some lifted.

Several laborers, who had just recovered from their shock, rushed to carry the wounded man, their shoulders chafed raw and bleeding, but they refused to let go. The old man also wanted to help, but Huang Chen simply shoved a broken piece of wood into his hand.

"Keep going, don't die halfway there."

The old man's lips trembled, and he nodded vigorously.

"I will remember your great kindness."

Huang Chen didn't waste any more words. He raised the Asura Blood Blade to clear the way, and when he passed the central abyss eye, he punched again, directly breaking the secondary bridge that led to the lower stone gate.

The bridge plunged into the well, the black water churned, and something below seemed to be awakened by the impact, emitting a muffled roar.

Everyone felt their scalp tingle and ran even faster.

At the end of the abandoned ditch on the north side, there was indeed a narrow crack, just wide enough for three or four people to walk side by side. The wind blew in from outside the crack, carrying the cold air from the outer layer of the mountain and the smell of gravel.

That was the escape route that Li Chenshuo had secretly left behind, and now it just so happens to be the only way out.

Ah Shi first stuffed the two unconscious women inside, then turned around and shouted to Huang Chen.

"Sir, you may go first!"

Huang Chen turned around and glanced at the sacrificial site.

The main altar had collapsed more than halfway, and the remaining pillars of the ancestral witch were tilting one after another. The black water under the bridge churned like a pot of boiling filthy blood. The human souls and shadows that had been floating in mid-air also began to scatter as the mother talisman shattered, some even rolling back towards the bottom of the deep well.

He raised his hand, condensing the final Pulsefire Battle Domain into his fist, and slammed it down fiercely towards the base of the main bridge.

boom!

! !

The entire main bridge collapsed in the middle.

A deafening roar echoed across the sacrificial site, sending debris raining down and dust billowing into the sky.

The latter half of the bridge flipped over and crashed into the abyss, creating a huge black wave that completely buried the last path leading to the main altar.

After doing all this, Huang Chen felt a sweet sensation in his chest and almost felt blood rise in his throat.

He forced back the fishy smell and turned to crawl into the side crevice.

The crevice was narrow and cold, the stone walls scraped so hard that it made one's shoulders and back ache, and all that could be heard in front of one was heavy breathing and sobbing.

Someone fell down, and someone nearby helped them up. Ah Shi ran back and forth in front, constantly shouting.

Slow down! Don't push!

Send the children inside!

Huang Chen walked at the back, listening as he retreated.

The sacrificial site behind them was still collapsing, and the rumbling sound came through the rocks, one after another, like distant thunder rolling on the ground. When they finally emerged from the crack, the night wind outside suddenly rushed against their faces, making everyone instinctively look up.

It was still dark.

In the distance, the mountain shadows were deep and dark, with only the location of the Abyss Eye sacrificial site constantly emitting red light, like a cracked furnace hidden inside the mountain.

The crowd collapsed onto the gravel slope, some crying, some panting, and none of the survivors could utter a complete sentence for a moment.

Ashi wiped away his sweat and the blood from his face, then suddenly grinned. As he smiled, his eyes reddened.

Huang Chen stood at the crevice, glanced down at the still bleeding wound on his abdomen, casually took a picture, swallowed a Rejuvenation Pill, and as the medicine took effect, the edges of the wound contracted with a burning sensation.

The old miner stumbled over and handed him a small bundle of black cloth that he had been clutching tightly in his arms.

"My benefactor, this... this is what I just picked up from the side of the altar."

'

Huang Chen took it and unfolded it.

Inside was half a blackened domino, with half of the Xuan Tian Sect's mark branded on the back, while the other side was engraved with a tide-like pattern that faintly matched the direction of "Ancient Water Prison Road" read from the mother talisman.

The night wind swept across the hillside, carrying with it the smell of ashes from a distant collapse.

Huang Chen brushed his thumb across the edge of the dominoes without saying a word.

Ah Shi stood to the side, lowering his voice.

"Sir, the people behind are catching up."

'

Huang Chen put the dominoes and the sacrificial site mother talisman into his pocket and raised his chin.

Keep going.

'

Ashi responded and turned to greet the others.

The crowd, supporting the elderly and carrying children, slowly moved away into the night along the narrow mountain path.

Behind the crack, another dull thud came from deep within the mountain, and rubble tumbled down from above, crashing into the darkness.