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

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The moment it was unleashed, the light collapsed first.

It's not extinguished.

The entire ball of red and gold light suddenly contracted inward, as if compressing the fire, blood, cries, and resentment of half a city into a single point.

The air around the city center was sucked out, the molten lava layer on the ground that had not yet fully solidified collapsed, and the cracks on the surface of the Prison Suppression Monument flashed wildly, emitting a piercing and numbing shriek.

Ashi fell to the ground, feeling as if a huge rock had slammed into his chest, and blood gushed from his throat.

He didn't bother wiping it; he just looked up, his eyes fixed on the ball of light.

"grown ups……"

The sound was shattered by the next wave of vibration as soon as it was uttered.

Immediately afterwards, that point of light exploded again.

This was not an ordinary explosion.

It was like thousands of joints stretching out at the same time, like countless chains being forcibly broken, like something that had sunk to the bottom of the abyss suddenly turning over.

The crimson and gold light surged out in concentric rings, causing the laws of the sky to tremble wildly.

The giant finger of law pressing down on the City of Firewood suddenly stopped.

Old Tie staggered a couple of steps and raised his hand to shield his eyes.

heat.

too hot.

The flames, carrying the stench of blood, burnt corpses, and rust, poured into my nostrils, and even my teeth felt like they were being exploded with sparks.

He couldn't bring himself to curse.

I couldn't bring myself to curse just now, and I'm even less able to now.

Because something was taking shape within that ball of light.

Li Chen struck the spearhead heavily, barely managing to steady himself.

He looked up at the sky, then at the monument, the veins on his forehead throbbing.

"It's not about breaking through a realm."

'

His voice was deep.

"This is... a life-for-life exchange."

'

Lao Tie suddenly turned his head.

What do you mean?

'

Li Chenshuo did not reply.

Because the next moment, a heartbeat could be heard coming from the light.

thump.

The entire city trembled.

thump.

Broken bricks rolled down the city wall, and tattered banners stood taut.

thump.

Countless humans kneeling in the ruins, wounded soldiers lying in pools of blood, and the elderly and weak gasping for breath while clutching their severed arms all raised their heads at this sound.

It's like something I didn't hear.

It was as if the hot blood in my chest had been violently struck by something.

Huang Chen's consciousness also regrouped with that sound.

He saw the fire first.

It's not the kind of incinerating fire like the Karmic Fire Red Lotus.

It's not the altar, the blood feast, or the demonic fires in the ancient city that devour human flesh and bones.

It was an earlier fire.

A small cluster of fire sheltered by the wind in the wilderness, a fire illuminating an infant's face in a cave, a spark held by several pairs of frostbitten hands in the cold night.

Then he saw people.

Too much.

So many that they're like a river.

Like a river that flows through the years, rushes over mountains of corpses, and treads on withered bones and mud.

The first one was the old man.

The old human who died in the first darkness of night, who shielded him from the demon's claws and fought for his life.

The old man turned his head and glanced at him, his lips moved but he didn't say anything.

But Huang Chen happened to overhear it.

That's not true.

It was a breath.

It was the last breath I couldn't swallow before I died.

Following closely behind were the emaciated prisoners in the Black Wind Demon Cave, the hard laborers with blackened eyes in the Locked Vein Stone Chamber, the shivering children huddled in the outer city cages, and the sacrifices with their collarbones pierced by nails beneath the Blood Banquet platform.

And then there are those who couldn't be saved.

Those who were chopped into pots, ground into formations, refined into blood medicine, and buried in mines without even leaving their names behind.

They all came.

Instead of crying around him.

It's not that I'm asking him for something.

They were just standing there.

Some had lost their faces, some were missing half their bodies, some still clutched broken chains in their hands, and some had bone nails stuck in their chests.

There's resentment inside.

The pain is inside.

The resentment is there.

But what's heavier isn't these things.

It's that thing that refuses to go out even in the face of death.

live.

Go forward.

Push the people behind you forward.

Standing in the boundless crowd, Huang Chen suddenly felt that he was not whole either.

He fought his way through, taking lives, burning camps, breaking formations, slaughtering demons, and killing cultivators.

Every step I took was stained with blood.

The karma he carries is already incredibly heavy.

At this moment, all those sins and karmic consequences also surfaced.

Three jackal demons grinned, their mouths full of broken teeth; the Black Tiger Demon General wore half-rotten armor; the Master of the Spirit Cooking Workshop had half of his body still covered in charred chunks of flesh; the Master of the White Bone Fang Guild, the Black-faced Contract Officer, the cultivators of the Xuan Tian Sect with their hands covered in human blood, and the hideous faces of the Ten Thousand Demon City cracked by fire—all crawled out from the black tide on the other side.

They wailed.

They cursed.

They struggled to drag Huang Chen away.

But that's no longer just simple karma.

Those were the debts he had investigated all along the way.

It was a river he cut out with his own hands.

Merit and karma are no longer separated at this moment.

On one side is the wish of the human race.

On one side is the blood of all sins.

They poured everything into his soul.

He was so forcefully poured that his head felt like it was about to split open.

He was forced to drink so much that his bones cracked inch by inch.

He was so drunk that even the question of "who I am" became blurred for a moment.

outside world.

Cracks began to appear on the surface of the red-gold sphere.

A hand first peeks out from the slit in the light.

The palms were long and slender, with intact flesh and blood, but the knuckles were marked with very faint lines, intertwined with red and black, as if burned by fire or soaked in blood.

Ashi's eyes lit up immediately, and he crawled forward using both his hands and feet.

"grown ups!

grown ups! "

Lao Tie grabbed him by the back of his collar, his voice hoarse.

"Don't go over there!"

Let me go!

"Ashi struggled like a madman, "That's an adult! That's an adult!"

Because he saw that when that hand was raised, the giant finger of law in mid-air actually sank down another three-tenths.

The sky emitted a low hum.

It felt like the entire sky was pressing down.

The clouds shattered and collapsed, space distorted, and the lingering demonic energy and deathly aura outside the city were compressed into rings of gray-black waves that surged in all directions.

The sphere of light shattered completely.

Huang Chen came out from inside.

No.

It's more like it's grown back.

It's still the same face.

It's still the same figure.

It was as if his entire body had been restructured, his flesh and blood hadn't grown in an exaggerated way, and his aura hadn't spread outwards in an overwhelming manner.

Instead, it became extremely quiet.

It was eerily quiet.

He was shirtless, and dark red and black gold patterns flashed and disappeared beneath his muscles, as if they had sunk deep into his flesh.

His left eye looked like it was filled with a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, churning with black and red.

But in his right eye, a warm golden light flowed slowly, like the lights of thousands of homes forming a line in the far distance.

Ashi was stunned.

The old man was also stunned.

Li Chenshuo gripped the spear even tighter.

Huang Chen landed on the top of the monument, his footsteps so light they were almost silent.

But as soon as he stepped on it, the surging molten light around the Prison Suppression Monument suddenly subsided, as if it were being pressed down by some invisible weight.

He looked down and glanced at his hands.

The five fingers spread open, then slowly closed again.

There was no surging, swelling sensation of surging magical power.

There was no familiar vibration in the meridians when supernatural powers were activated.

Even the cold, impersonal notifications from the system interface that were common in the past no longer sounded.

empty.

I'm busy again.

It was as if two rivers were flowing quietly within him.

One is scorching hot, the other is icy cold.

One carries the spark of humanity, the other is burdened with boundless sins.

Huang Chen looked up at the finger in the sky.

That's not just about power.

It is annihilation.

It is the will to prevent this fire from growing, to prevent this city from standing, and to prevent people from rising from blood and sacrifices.

He had already experienced that near-endless cycle of birth and death once.

Looking back now, all that remains is tranquility.

High in the sky, that indifferent divine eye narrowed slightly.

It seems that it has finally been confirmed that the thing below is no longer on the trajectory it was expected to follow.

The giant finger of law slammed down.

This time, it won't be slow.

The entire sky seemed to fall down.

The ruins in the city collapsed in large sections, and the broken walls and beams were crushed into powder. Many seriously injured humans were pressed into the ground before they could even cry out.

Ah Shi's face turned deathly pale, and he couldn't even crawl anymore; he could only tremble and shout.

"grown ups!

'

Old Tie gritted his teeth and forced himself to kneel, the veins on his neck bulging out.

Huang Chen!

'

Li Chenshuo let out a low roar, remembering his spear.

The moment the spear left the ground by half an inch, the bones in his arm groaned under the strain.

He stopped.

Because Huang Chen raised his hand.

There were no hand gestures.

There was no sacrificial offering.

They did not activate any of the methods they had seen before.

He simply raised his right hand and pointed a finger towards the sky.

The movements were so smooth they were almost casual.

It doesn't seem like an attack on the will of a saint.

It was as if, across a sky filled with blood and wind, a gentle knock was made on some old account.

But at the very moment that finger was pointed out, all traces in the world related to "killing" moved.

The first drop of human blood to fall outside the Black Wind Demon Cave.

The squeezing cries from inside the bone lamp cage.

Fingernail marks pressed under the auction stage at Haiyuetan.

The broth at the bottom of the pot at Penglingfang is made from human bones simmered until tender.

The blood flowing over the array patterns on the blood banquet altar.

The remains of forced laborers buried in the earth's veins of the ancient city of Chiwu.

Before the Soul Locking Gate of the Xuantian Sect lay rows of drained corpses.

Inside and outside the City of Ten Thousand Demons, all the sinners he had killed, burned, and interrogated had their sins and karmic consequences pulled out at this moment.

It's not a soul.

It's not fate.

It's an account.

One by one, they were all turned over.

The sound of water first filled the air.

Wow.

It's very light.

Then it got heavier and heavier.

Like a distant tide, like a canyon gate opening, like a blood river suddenly bursting its banks in the heavens.

A crimson line appeared in the void in front of Huang Chen's fingertips.

That wasn't light formed from magic.

That was the true manifestation of cause and effect.

Countless crimson threads converged from all directions, dragging wails, curses, and distorted faces, instantly transforming into an endless crimson river.

Jackal demons writhed in the river, some demons floated and sank, some evil cultivators tore open their chests and crawled out, and some Xuan Tian Sect cultivators had half their faces submerged in blood, roaring and trying to grab the shore.

Further away, the resentment of the demons who were burned in the City of Ten Thousand Demons still lingered, densely packed like layers upon layers of rotting waves.

They were all sent down by Huang Chen himself.

Now, he has brought them all back.

The guy was so shocked he could only manage to squeeze out two words.

"Grass……"

Ah Shi was already speechless, clinging tightly to the ground, forgetting even to breathe.

Li Chenshuo's pupils constricted.

He had killed countless people in his life, witnessed battles and seas of blood, seen the witch tribe's river sacrifices, and the demon king's devouring of cities.

But the scene before him still sent chills down his spine.

Because this river is not simply a source of killing power.

This is the debt that Huang Chen has been collecting on behalf of those humans along the way.

Huang Chen remained expressionless and flicked his fingertips forward.

The River of Blood surged upwards against the heavens.

There was no roar before it started.

The first sound was the cracking of the sky.

Like some kind of lofty order, it was being pushed open, cracked, and broken layer by layer.

Immediately following was the impact.

boom--

The entire City of Fire seemed to be stuffed into a giant bell, and everyone heard a muffled thud at the same time.

Many of the injured bled from all seven orifices on the spot.

The newly formed red and gold patterns on the surface of the Prison-Suppressing Monument lit up simultaneously, and the remaining humane laws in the city shook violently, dissipating the aftershocks layer by layer.

The giant finger of heavenly law was blocked head-on by the river of blood.

It wasn't just a momentary stalemate.

It was intercepted by force.

Where the fingertips touched the river head, countless twisted cracks erupted, and black and white fragments of law kept falling. Each piece that fell carried a terrifying pressure, smashing open the void and creating cracks in the air.

The river of blood is also evaporating.

One wave surges forward, only to be swept away by another.

Countless sinful spirits exploded in the river, wailing in agony.

But then another wave came crashing in.

One after another, they went on to do it.

Like it will never run out.

Huang Chen stood on top of the monument, motionless.

The bloodshot in his left eye deepened, while the golden light in his right eye grew brighter and brighter.

A drop of blood slid down from the tip of his nose.

It landed on the stone tablet and with a hissing sound, burned out a tiny black hole.

Ashi's heart clenched, and he screamed.

"My lord! My lord, you're bleeding!"

'

Huang Chen didn't turn around.

He didn't bow his head.

He just kept looking at the finger in the sky.

It's like looking at something further away through this finger.

The river of blood is still surging.

The giant finger of the law began to crack.

First, there was one.

Then comes the second course.

When the third crack appeared, the indifferent divine eye in the sky finally showed a real fluctuation.

It's not anger.

It's more like a cold scrutiny after something has been violated.

The next instant, an invisible force pressed down from above the giant finger.

Huang Chen's shoulders slumped slightly.

The surface of the monument beneath their feet immediately cracked open like a spiderweb.

Lao Tie's expression changed.

"Damn it, you're coming again?"

! "

Li Chenshuo shouted in a low voice.

"Back off!"

But Huang Chen suddenly smiled.

The smile wasn't very bright.

The corners of her mouth were only slightly raised.

It was as if he had finally vomited out all the blood that had been pent up in his chest all along.

He took a step forward.

Just one step.

Throughout the entire City of Fire, faint lights began to rise from the bodies of the humans he had previously saved, sheltered, and brought back.

Some have a small flame on their forehead.

Some are just a wisp of breath in their chest.

Some have a warm mark on their palm.

Those lights were not strong at all, and were so fragile that they would scatter with a gust of wind.

But they were bright.

The forced laborers who survived from abandoned wells and secret passages.

Children taking down the wooden sign from Bone Lamp Slope.

A woman who escaped from the cooking workshop.

Offerings dragged from beneath the blood banquet platform.

The wounded were carried out of the abandoned well in the ancient city of Chiwu.

Inside and outside the city, countless lights converged toward the heart of the city.

It wasn't a draw.

They came here on their own.

Like knowing the way.

I think I recognize him.

Ashi stared blankly at the scene, tears mingling with blood as they streamed down his face.

Lao Tie felt a lump in his throat and suddenly turned his head sharply away, as if he didn't want anyone to see his red eyes.

Li Chenshuo looked at the fire, then at the figure on top of the monument, his chest heaving heavily.

Huang Chen raised his hand and pointed forward a second time.

This time, Blood River didn't appear first at the fingertips.

Fire came out first.

It is not a fire that burns everything.

They are countless tiny, stubborn, and weak fires that cannot be extinguished no matter how hard you try.

The fire melted into the river of blood.

Thus, the River of Blood was no longer just a sin.

Something else started to appear inside.

There is an unyielding spirit among the people.

There was a breath of life that kept pushing forward even after enduring a long, dark night.

Even if someone crawls out of a pile of bones, they will still hold the child's hand.

An old man, before he breathed his last, tried to push the young man out of the cave.

The river of blood and the river of fire merged into one with a roar.

Then, go up.

Going further up.

click!

A large chunk of the giant fingertip of the Law broke off on the spot.

Immediately afterwards, the second segment broke.

The third section was shattered.

For the first time, the eye in the sky was no longer indifferent; a fleeting, chilling glint seemed to flash across its depths.

But Huang Chen's hand had already reached its limit.

Boom—

The entire giant finger of law split open from the middle.

It is not slowly fading away.

It was brutally severed by that blood-red river that runs through the ages.

The severed half of the finger shadow crashed into the void, stirring up boundless turbulence.

The remaining half twisted, collapsed, and scattered inch by inch beneath the sky, turning into a sky full of black and white ashes.

A fierce wind swept through the city.

Ashes like snow.

Everyone who was still alive in the city heard the sound of something breaking at that moment.

Not outside.

Above the head.

It's like it's in my heart.

Huang Chen's hand finally fell to his sides.

He stood atop the monument, his figure swaying slightly.

Ah Shi immediately got up and rushed over, tumbling and crashing.

"grown ups!

'

Lao Tie also took a step forward, cursing under his breath.

"Don't you fucking fall down now!"

'

Li Chenshuo was even faster, arriving at the base of the monument almost instantly. He held the spear horizontally, first blocking the aftershocks of the laws that were still surging around him.

Huang Chen looked down and saw A Shi rushing forward, his face covered in ash and his hands in blood, his face a mess of tears and snot.

Ah Shi raised his head, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

"My lord... are you still there?"

'

Huang Chen stared at him for two breaths.

My throat felt like it had been scorched by fire, and my voice was a little hoarse.

"exist."

Ashi collapsed to the ground, crying so hard he couldn't breathe.

The old man walked up to him, opened his mouth as if he wanted to curse, but in the end he only managed to utter one sentence.

"Hold.

'

He raised his hand to wipe his face, then stared at Huang Chen from head to toe.

"What exactly have you become?"

'

Huang Chen remained silent for a moment, then looked up at the crack in the sky that was not yet fully closed.

Beyond the cracks, the afterglow subtly surged.

The fragments of the law are still drifting.

He didn't answer his friend's question.

He simply raised his hand, wiped away the blood from the tip of his nose, and glanced at it with his palm open.

Within the crimson hue, faint, extremely fine golden patterns could be seen swimming about.

Then, he slowly closed his palms.

A gust of wind swept by, causing the stray hairs on his forehead to flutter slightly.

Beneath the prison-suppressing monument, the embers crackled and popped.

Ashi was still kneeling on the ground, clutching the hem of his robe tightly and refusing to let go.