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

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Outside the exit of the ancient road, a half-collapsed stone arch lies across the black water, with long water vines hanging down from the broken section. Water droplets fall one by one into the surging undercurrent, making no sound at all.

The Mirage Water Palace had been ravaged by his earlier rampage, and the smell of blood, dampness, and rotting corpses mingled together, wafting through the air and could be detected from a great distance.

Huang Chen closed his eyes and focused his mind on his body.

The panel flashed open in my mind.

[Host: Huang Chen]

[Realm Level: Mid-stage Earth Immortal]

[Battle Body: Intermediate Witch Clan Battle Body]

[Karma: Abundant]

[Merit: Stability]

[Magic Treasures: Twelve-Grade Karmic Fire Red Lotus (Imitation), Wind-Fixing Pearl, Mountain and River Treading Boots]

[Divine Power: Pulse Fire Battle Domain]

The handwriting hung coldly, devoid of any warmth.

Huang Chen glanced at it briefly, then pressed the hidden clasps under the black wind-patterned cloak at his waist and the Xuanhuang armor. The Myriad Souls Token, the Soul-Binding Banner, the Northern Sea Tide Mirror, and the incomplete Tracing Mirror were all in their original positions.

The array patterns on the boots he wore, which were already on the verge of being activated, were just waiting for him to step on them.

He exhaled a very light breath.

Since Zhao Wuji had chased him all the way here, he wouldn't have come empty-handed.

The broken treasure mirror, the remnants of Xuanzong's cultivation, and the remnants of the Northern Sea—this group of people came together not to investigate, but to close the net.

Unfortunately, the place they arrived at was the mesh he had chosen.

The black water is getting closer.

First, the waves were forcefully pushed aside, and then a ball of cold white light emerged from the mist. The light was not large, only covering an area of ​​three feet, but it pressed the churning black tide on both sides, like a waterway cleaved by a knife.

Zhao Wuji stood at the very front.

He held the broken mirror in one hand and had the other hand hanging in his sleeve. The hem of his black robe was wet with the tide, but his face was colder than the mirror's reflection.

The edge of the precious mirror was chipped, and cracks covered the surface, but the center of the mirror still shimmered with a pale golden light and emitted a low hum from time to time, like some kind of wounded but not yet completely dead ferocious creature.

Several people followed behind.

The leader of the Xuanzong sect, a remnant cultivator, wore a half-tattered robe, his face bearing old wounds, and one eye covered by a gray cloth. Xuantian Sect pursuers A and B stood to his left and right, each standing on a standard flying sword, the blades gliding across the water's surface, leaving two thin white streaks.

Further behind were three remnants of the Northern Sea.

Leading the way was the envoy from the Northern Sea.

He was dressed in a dark blue, fish-skin-like robe, with half a ring of unfaded sacrificial markings still visible on the side of his neck. His eyes were cold and sinister as he constantly scanned the surrounding rock walls and ditches, like an overly cautious old sea serpent.

"It's nearby."

'

Zhao Wuji suddenly spoke, his voice low but enough to drown out the sound of water.

He slowly turned the precious mirror in his hand, and two thin golden lines shot out from the cracks, shining straight into the depths of the ancient road.

At the end of the golden line, two twisted and overlapping water-colored cracks were faintly reflected, which were the residual aura of the Mirage Palace Crack Seal.

The envoy from Beiming's expression changed slightly.

"The Mirage Palace Crack Seal?" He stared at the projection in the mirror, a hoarse chuckle escaping his throat. "Elder Zhao, your Xuantian Sect has been chasing this person for so long, so it turns out they've been chasing him all along."

'

Zhao Wuji didn't look at him.

"Stop talking nonsense."

The person is right ahead.

Huang Chen lay prone on the stone beam, his eyelids not even moving.

The aura of those two cracked seals was indeed deliberately left behind by him.

More accurately, he borrowed the Mirage Palace Crack Seal and the Northern Sea Tide Mirror, and combined them with incomplete array patterns to temporarily assemble a simplified Mirage Tide Illusion Array.

The formation wasn't large enough to fool a true master of the Illusionary Water Technique, but it was enough to trick this group of ragtag travelers who were desperate to get somewhere.

Zhao Wuji flicked the precious mirror in his hand, and the golden thread suddenly veered off course, pointing directly to a collapsed waterway to the left front.

"Chase."

He uttered only one word.

The leader of the remaining Xuanzong cultivators was the first to escape, and the pursuers A and B immediately split up to encircle him. The envoy from Beiming hesitated for a moment, but seeing that the area illuminated by the magic mirror was getting brighter and brighter, he finally followed with two remaining followers.

The next moment, a large cloud of gray-white mist suddenly rose from the waterway.

The fog came strangely; it was right next to the water's surface, yet it swirled and writhed like a living thing.

Deep within the collapsed waterway, sections of false stone steps and door shadows emerge, with the faint sound of tides echoing from within, as if another, deeper water palace is opening its doors.

"It's really inside!"

'

One of the remnants of the Northern Sea shouted and charged forward.

As soon as he took that step, the water beneath his feet sank into the void.

It's not water, it's turbulent water.

What appeared to be a calm black water had long been churned into a dark vortex by Huang Chen using the water's current from the ancient road.

The moment someone stepped on it, half of their body was dragged in. The remaining scum didn't even have time to scream before their shoulder bone snapped with a "crack" from being struck by an underwater reef.

Another remnant of the Northern Sea tried to pull him up, but as soon as he reached out, the fake stone steps next to him shattered with a "boom," exploding into a black wave mixed with rubble that hit him head and face.

The envoy from the Northern Sea roared angrily, "Retreat! This is—"

Before he could finish speaking, the stone beam above his head suddenly sank.

Huang Chen made a move.

When he is still, he looks like a black stone stuck to the top of the cave; when he moves, it's like the mountain collapsing.

With a single step, the Mountain and River Treading Boots stomped on the stone beam, causing the entire ancient road to tremble. The thick array patterns on the soles of the boots exploded, directly breaking the already cracked stone arch.

boom!

The stone arch collapsed, and thousands of pounds of broken rocks, along with years of accumulated wet mud, crashed down.

The turbulent currents no longer surged and raged, but were instead trapped in the collapsed waterway, where they trapped and killed the few remaining members of the Northern Sea who had rushed in.

Using the pressure, Huang Chen fell off the stone beam.

too fast.

The leader of the remnant cultivators of the Xuanzong sect had just looked up when he saw a fist looming large in his field of vision.

Dark gold blood energy swirled around the fist, and the witch-like patterns beneath the skin resembled red-hot iron wires, spreading along the arm to the shoulder and back, even evaporating a ring of white smoke from the surrounding dampness.

"you--"

boom!

A fist slammed into his chest, like a hammer smashing a thin drum.

The leader of the Xuanzong remnant cultivators suffered a massive collapse of his sternum on the spot, his robes ripped apart, and he was sent flying backward, spitting blood from his mouth and nose. He crashed into the stone wall and bounced back down, disappearing into the black water.

The notification sound flashed through Huang Chen's mind for a moment.

Karma has been paid out.

He didn't have time to look closely. He rolled after landing, grabbed half of a broken pillar, and swung it at the Xuan Tian Sect pursuers on his right.

The pursuer's face turned pale, and he hastily raised his sword to block.

A loud clang rang out.

The broken pillar and the flying sword collided, sparks flying everywhere.

The pursuer's arms went numb, his tiger's mouth split open, and he was forced to retreat several feet on his flying sword, his back slamming into the slippery stone wall, causing the rocks above him to fall with a clatter.

Huang Chen!

'

Zhao Wuji finally saw who it was, and his eyes suddenly darkened.

That wasn't the anger of mistaking someone for someone else; it was the ruthlessness of finally cornering someone you'd been chasing for so long.

The broken mirror hummed and vibrated in his palm, its surface radiating golden light, directly facing Huang Chen's face.

"It really was you."

'

Zhao Wuji stared at him, his knuckles tightening the grip on the mirror handle inch by inch.

"The Flying Boat, the Ancestral Mountain, Blood Valley, Broken Vein Camp, Cold Soul Ferry, and now this Mirage Water Mansion."

Chu Yunfei died under mysterious circumstances, Xuanzong disciples perished in droves, and even the person I tracked here has been rendered blind by you.

With each word he spoke, his voice grew colder.

"Where is the torch?"

Huang Chen stood amidst the rubble of the half-collapsed stone arch, carrying the broken pillar, his shoulders still stained with water and blood.

He didn't reply, but only glanced at Zhao Wuji.

His gaze was so flat, as if he were looking at a dead person.

The pursuer, B, stealthily circled around from the side, his sword gliding along the cracks in the rocks, attempting to block Huang Chen's retreat. The envoy from the Northern Sea had also managed to break free from the edge of the turbulent current, half of his scale robe torn to shreds, his face ashen. He raised his hand and summoned a string of water bone nails, which spun erratically in his palm.

The atmosphere on the field suddenly became extremely tense.

Zhao Wuji suddenly sneered.

"What, you're not going to tell me?"

"Even on his deathbed, Chu Yunfei was just as stubborn as you."

Unfortunately, your bones didn't hold for long. If you don't speak, I'll first dismantle your soul, and then search your consciousness.

'

Huang Chen finally spoke.

"You talk more nonsense than before."

'

The sound was soft and slightly hoarse.

A vein throbbed on Zhao Wuji's forehead, and the precious mirror suddenly flipped over, its light as sharp as a knife, slashing straight down!

Huang Chen's foot slipped, his Mountain and River Boots slamming heavily into the ground, shattering rocks as he swept away. The mirror light grazed his shoulder, slashing the ground and instantly creating a three-zhang-long deep trench in the ancient stone road, even the black water beneath it steaming into white vapor.

The pursuer seized an opening and thrust his sword forward.

Huang Chen twisted his body to avoid the sword's edge, grabbed the opponent's wrist with his left hand, and slammed his right elbow into the opponent's body.

With a snap, the pursuer's forearm broke on the spot. Before he could finish his scream, Huang Chen's knee struck him in the abdomen, sending him flying like a shrimp and crashing into the rubble.

The envoy from the Northern Sea roared angrily, and the water bone nails transformed into seven cold beams, specifically targeting Huang Chen's three vital points: the back of his heart, the back of his neck, and his spine.

Without turning his head, Huang Chen pressed down the clear light of the Wind-Stabilizing Pearl, and the surrounding air seemed to suddenly solidify into layers of transparent walls. The seven cold lights slowed down abruptly, and after passing through only half a foot, Huang Chen grabbed a wet, black stone pillar and swung it around, smashing it down.

Bang bang bang!

Three water-bone nails shattered on the spot, while the remaining few flew off course and embedded themselves in the stone wall, emitting a string of foul-smelling black smoke.

"now you."

Huang Chen flicked the water off the stone pillar, stomped his foot, and charged straight at the envoy from the Northern Sea.

The envoy from Beiming twitched, his scale robe billowed, and a semi-transparent tide shield rose in front of him. The water ripples on the shield swirled rapidly, carrying with them Beiming's unique cold tide incantation. If an ordinary Earth Immortal were to collide with it, half of their flesh would freeze solid.

Huang Chen didn't stop at all.

A punch is thrown.

The shield shattered.

Those layers of ripples only lasted for half a breath before exploding into countless water droplets in front of his fist.

The envoy from the Northern Sea narrowed his eyes and hastily retreated, forming a black tide seal with his hand in an attempt to escape using water.

Just then, the golden light from the broken mirror pressed down again.

They didn't hit Huang Chen, but the stone wall beside him.

Zhao Wuji, with his seasoned experience, immediately changed his strategy upon seeing Huang Chen's fierce approach.

Instead of directly confronting Huang Chen in this moment, he directly shattered the terrain that Huang Chen could use as leverage, intending to collapse the entire ancient road and trap people between the black water and the broken rocks.

Boom!

Large sections of the right-side rock wall have collapsed.

Tons of boulders tilted and crashed down, causing the black water to surge and rise.

The envoy from the Northern Sea seized the opportunity and scrambled backward in a sorry state. Just as he retreated two zhang, he saw Huang Chen kick up a broken black stone pillar.

The stone pillar was originally a load-bearing pillar of the ancient road, as thick as a tree trunk, and its surface was covered with moss and salt crust.

Huang Chen's kick lifted it directly out of the rubble.

He wrapped his arms around himself, twisted his waist and back, and his muscles and bones exploded all at once, like a fully drawn bowstring being released.

The next instant, the black water stone pillar weighing thousands of kilograms crashed down with a piercing whistling sound, hurtling towards the broken treasure mirror in Zhao Wuji's hand!

That was too brutal.

That's too ruthless.

Zhao Wuji's expression finally changed.

The precious mirror was his greatest asset in the relentless pursuit; though damaged, it was still a vital treasure of the Xuan Tian Sect. Huang Chen didn't target anyone else, nor did he target Huang Chen's head; he specifically smashed the mirror, clearly intending to break Huang Chen's most powerful henchman on the spot.

"court death!"

Zhao Wuji shouted sharply, raising both hands together, causing the mirror's light to surge forth.

Golden light, stone pillars, black water, and shattered rocks collided violently in mid-air. A blinding white light exploded instantly, and the entire ancient path felt as if it had been punched hard. Stone beams overhead kept falling, and layers of water surged up, crashing against the cave ceiling.

Huang Chen raised his arm to protect his face, and the surface of his Xuanhuang armor shone with a faint earthy yellow light, blocking all the flying debris.

In the white light, he saw Zhao Wuji take three steps back.

They also noticed that the broken mirror had developed another crack.

Thin and long, it extends from the edge of the mirror all the way to the center.

Zhao Wuji glanced down, his face ashen, as if he'd swallowed a piece of dead flesh, the veins bulging on the back of his hand holding the mirror. The pursuer, who had just climbed up from the stone wall, saw the crack and was so startled he gasped for breath.

"Elder!"

"Shut up!

'

Zhao Wuji suddenly looked up and stared intently at Huang Chen.

The murderous intent in his eyes was almost impossible to suppress.

Huang Chen grinned, a sliver of blood still clinging to his lips from the shock of the mirror's light. He wiped it away casually, flicking it onto the gravel at his feet with a soft thud.

"Feeling sorry for him?"

Zhao Wuji remained silent.

The mirror's reflection grew brighter and brighter.

The black water at Huang Chen's feet was reflected with a golden edge, and even the shadow behind him was shrunk into a short section.

The envoy from Beiming stopped running around and moved to the side, panting heavily, clearly intending to join forces with Xuantian Sect to attack.

A deep, resonant sound suddenly echoed from the depths of the ancient road.

It's like that section of the waterway in the distance was collapsed by the collision just now.

The water level began to rise.

Huang Chen glanced down, quickly reviewing the directions in his mind: the collapsed passage on the left, the crack in the stone beam above, the turbulent area behind, and Zhao Wuji ahead.

The terrain is already in disarray, which is perfect.

With a flick of his wrist, the Black Chain Core and the Sacrifice Mother Talisman flashed in his palm before being returned to the Black Wind Pouch.

The next instant, Huang Chen spread his five fingers wide, and the Pulse Fire Battle Domain suddenly expanded.

Not fully open.

Only half of the domain was released.

Dark red flames crept out along the broken rocks and ditch, spreading like a net close to the ground, sizzling as they burned the dampness in their wake.

The flying sword beneath the feet of the Xuan Tian Sect pursuer trembled, and then the spiritual light on the sword was suppressed and dimmed by half.

The pursuer, A, turned pale and exclaimed in shock, "Elder, he's locking his meridians!"

'

Huang Chen had already rushed out.

He wasn't Chong Zhao Wuji, but rather Chong's weakest pursuer, A.

As soon as the pursuer got close, the pursuer hurriedly made a hand seal, and his flying sword turned around to slash back. Huang Chen raised his hand to grab it, and the sword's edge cut a bloody gash in his palm. Before the blood could flow, Huang Chen twisted his hand in return.

Clang!

He twisted the flying sword off course, causing it to embed itself in a crevice in the nearby rocks.

Huang Chen headbutted the pursuer in the face.

The sound of bones cracking was terrifyingly crisp.

The pursuer, A, was covered in blood, his nose was broken, and he fell over. Huang Chen took the opportunity to step on his chest, and his Mountain and River Boots slammed down, burying half of the man's body in the rubble.

Zhao Wuji finally rushed forward and slammed the precious mirror in his hand down on his head.

Huang Chen suddenly released his foot and retreated, the mirror slamming heavily into the chest of the pursuer, who didn't even have time to let out a complete scream before his chest and abdomen collapsed into a bloody mess.

Zhao Wuji himself was also stunned for a moment, as if he hadn't expected Huang Chen to retreat so drastically.

Huang Chen seized the opportunity, grabbed the twisted Xuan Tian Sect standard flying sword from the ground, and used it like a staff, sword and scabbard, to smash it down on Zhao Wuji's wrist.

Zhao Wuji raised his arm to block.

boom!

The sleeve of his robe ripped open, revealing a forearm covered in old wounds. The arm was jolted to one side, and the mirror's angle also shifted for a moment.

Huang Chen grabbed the broken half of the black stone pillar next to him with his other hand and swung it hard at the mirror once again.

Huang Chen!

'

Zhao Wuji roared in anger.

Black water churned and flames danced wildly; the murderous aura in the half-collapsed ancient road was like a pot of boiling iron, suddenly rising to the top of the cave.

The envoy from the Northern Sea had just pounced from the side when he was struck in the face by a flying rock fragment, his teeth spitting out mixed with blood and foam.

The next moment, the broken black stone pillar and the incomplete treasure mirror collided again.

click.

The sound wasn't loud.

But it was crystal clear.