The primordial chaos has arrived, and you have to choose the crow at the start.

"Heroes, we need to get to the headquarters in Dadu. It's not safe here now."

The two had already boarded the helicopter, and they and Zhang Chen were heading to the command post in opposite directions.

"Unsafe?"

Chen Geng frowned, not because he was dissatisfied with the current situation, but because Dong Xiaomiao was hugging him too tightly.

"Go back a bit!"

He said disdainfully, "Aren't you hot?"

"I'm scared." Dong Xiaomiao raised her big, pitiful black eyes at just the right moment; she had never seen such a big scene before.

It seems that even after more than 100,000 years of primordial chaos, some people still lived in vain, their lives wasted.

Helpless, Chen Geng continued to inquire about the situation from He Changming.

"Not everyone chooses to join our official team after experiencing the mythology."

He Changming said in a low voice, "We won't force everyone to participate; you just need to register. But there are always some extremists who, after gaining power, become a scourge on this world."

"The power of cultivators is terrifying; they have escaped our control, and there's nothing we can do about it."

"Gradually, these malignant tumors formed tissues, became deeply rooted, and were no longer easy to eradicate."

"At the end of each year, they would force the surviving heroes to join an illegal organization, and those who refused would be brutally murdered."

"To be honest, I'm very worried."

He Changming kept looking out of the helicopter: "The number of survivors from the most difficult three-race mythology event far exceeded expectations. Many of our protective forces are within the mythology, and we can't mobilize enough personnel. These organizations might attack us!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Geng's eyes flashed. He looked out of the helicopter; they were about to leave the urban area of ​​Sanjiang City.

If he were from one of these special organizations, he would definitely choose to act at this time.

The Mythical Golden Gate has been around for quite some time, and each time, many people have managed to survive. Just how many powerful cultivators are there?

……

Outside Sanjiang City, figures stood atop the mountain, where three forces converged.

Three people from the Zhang family, five people from the Wang family, and two people from the Chong family.

"It seems your Wang and Zhang families are quite capable; you've both managed to place people in the headquarters, haven't you?"

The one speaking was Chong Xiaotian, the uncrowned king of the underground in Sanjiang City.

  

Ordinary people don't even have the right to know about them.

"Old Master Chong arrived earlier than us, so he must be better informed. Who doesn't know that more people survived this Three Races Myth?"

The leader of the three members of the Zhang family said frankly, "The legends of the three races! Back then, Huang Can survived half of his life and directly relied on his physical strength to reach the top level in the world."

The head of the Wang family nodded in agreement: "Who wouldn't want to bring them into their own fold?"

Upon hearing this, Chong Xiaotian laughed heartily: "You guys are quite frank, but I have better information. The authorities have sent Li Shuangyan to escort us this time."

"She's already at the fifth level of the Divine Refinement realm; she's probably going to be quite troublesome."

"Li Shuangyan?"

Zhang Chilong and Wang Jianhai exchanged a glance, both seeing the surprise in each other's eyes.

"Good heavens, there are probably only a handful of people in the entire China at the Fifth Realm, right? Our little Sanjiang area, which one has such influence?"

Zhang Chilong looked worriedly at a young man behind him: "Grandpa, should we still intervene this time?"

He actually called that young man "grandpa"!

Chong Xiaotian couldn't help but take another look, then his gaze sharpened, and upon recognizing the other party's identity, he immediately shrank back a third.

Grandpa Zhang Qi!

Refining God Grandmaster!

These tiny three rivers were flattened with a wave of their hand – in a physical sense!

Although he and Li Shuangyan were both at the Refining Spirit cultivation level, this man had already reached that level forty years ago.

There are differences even among those who have reached the Refinement of Spirit. To be honest, Li Shuangyan, a newly promoted Refinement of Spirit, is not good enough!

He was the true pillar of the Zhang family in Sanjiang City and the pioneer who first established the myth of Kinmen!

But wasn't this a regular character in the game? Why is he here?

"Of course we should take action."

Zhang Qi stared intently into the distance, his whole body trembling with excitement.

"The myths of the three races originated from the primordial era, and these little guys have at least one in a million degree of fusion with them."

He recalled the countless cultivators in his mythology who yearned for innate treasures.

Surprisingly, he was the one with the best chance of getting this great opportunity!

"If I can seize their destiny, breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage will be just around the corner!"

He had been stuck at the Nascent Soul stage for a long time, and the body he had transmigrated into was just an ordinary human. The fusion rate was already 100%, but his aptitude was not good enough.

To advance further, one must acquire these "treasures" imbued with innate energy!

"Young Master Chong, Young Master Wang, you should both step back."

Zhang Qi's voice carried an undeniable authority: "I am determined to capture them this time. If you make a move, I don't mind killing them all."

Seeing his grandfather speak so domineeringly, Zhang Chilong was trembling and his blood was boiling!

This is the first time that the Chong and Wang families have been so blatantly crushed. It's truly a moment of triumph!

With the Grand Venerable of Refining Gods speaking, no matter how unwilling Chong Xiaotian and Wang Jianhai were, they could only step back and watch the battle silently.

"Grandpa, you're here."

Zhang Chilong pointed to the helicopter flashing its navigation lights in the night sky, where he could hear the roar and see the headlights of the escort convoy leading the way.

Zhang Qi smiled slightly, opened his mouth and spat out a small sword, then flicked it with his finger.

In the blink of an eye, the little sword grew in the wind, transforming into a three-foot-long object.

"go."

With those soft words, the little sword suddenly vanished.

But then, the armed forces escorting the helicopters all went out of control, their vehicles crashing into roadside curbs or mountain walls, and the smell of blood filled the air.

The three-foot-long sword returned to Zhang Qi, unstained by any blood.

Soaring through the dark sky on a sword, killing a hundred with a single thought!

Chong Xiaotian frowned deeply. This old man from the Zhang family might have already reached that threshold!

Li Shuangyan absolutely cannot hold out; in fact, even escaping will be difficult.

On the helicopter, Chen Geng's nose twitched, and he instantly smelled the stench of blood.

"careful."

He stood up and looked down from the helicopter, just in time to see the escort convoy collapse.

"Your worries have come true."

He said to He Changming, "If I'm not mistaken, everyone below is dead."

He merged with the Golden Crow, and his eyes have undergone a fundamental change.

When he was a golden crow, he could see the primordial earth directly from the sun. Now, even if it's only a fraction of the moon, Chen Geng can clearly see every detail on the moon.

At this moment, night was no different from daytime for him.

"Old Chen, are we going to die?!"

Dong Xiaomiao's body trembled instantly: "What should we do, Lao Chen? All I know is how to make it rain. How about I smear the rain on their faces and you run first?"

Chen Geng looked surprised. He didn't expect Dong Xiaomiao to let him run first at this time. He didn't know if she was brave or cowardly.

"Please don't be so useless. We've both lived for over 100,000 years. Whether they can beat you is another matter."

He broke free from Dong Xiaomiao's grasp and felt the almost inexhaustible power within his body.

Unlike them, he inherited one-thousandth of everything from the Golden Crow's original form.

Just when I was wondering how to test my strength, the pillow was delivered right to my face.

His liaison, Cui Jue, had mentioned that Huang Can could become a top-tier fighter in the Great Xia Kingdom with just half a person, while he himself was complete and had a higher degree of integration, so he was definitely stronger than Huang Can.

He began to take deep breaths, preparing himself for the worst.

Zhang Qi had already made his move; a streak of light pierced the night sky and shot straight toward their helicopter!

"You dare!"

Outside the helicopter, a figure that had been hidden emerged from the night sky, attempting to intercept the sword light.

He Changming's face lit up with joy: "It's Li Shuangyan! She's one of our top cultivators, possessing the highest Refinement Spirit cultivation level. We're safe!"

But before the joy on He Changming's face had faded, he saw Li Shuangyan being pierced by a sword, and the sword light continued to shoot towards them with undiminished momentum!