I Killed Gods and Demons in Song Dynasty

Chapter 267 Primordial Human Race
Li Qingyun's consciousness sank into the remaining memories of the real dragon, like a rushing torrent, unexpectedly sweeping him into a magnificent picture of prehistoric times.

In a trance, he witnessed a world full of contradictions and murderous intent: here the spiritual energy was prosperous, and even the mountains, rivers and streams seemed to emit divine light; but beneath this seemingly gorgeous appearance, there lurked an indescribable breath of death that could devour all weak beings at any time.

Looking around, the vast land is full of vitality.

The streams meander like nectar, the plants stand tall like buildings, the flower buds glow with dazzling light, and even the wings of insects are glowing.

However, this magnificent scene is filled with dangers: giant beasts roam the mountains and forests, the mountains shake as they walk, and the smell of blood fills the trampled soil and churning rivers.

Although those colorful flowers are breathtakingly beautiful, they also spew out poisonous mist that corrodes the mind and spirit. If you are not careful, you will be turned into dry bones in an instant.

There is no mercy in the laws of the ancient world. Here, everything shows its fangs to the weak.

There is no order, no mercy, only the iron law that the strong will always be strong.

The race of gods and demons that occupied spiritual veins and treasures built up vast territories, manipulated the vitality of heaven and earth, and conquered all directions with absolute strength.

Once the weak offend them, their entire clan will be destroyed in an instant.

Such cruel and dark jungle laws make every step full of dangers, but also provide opportunities for those who dare to fight to reach the top.

Countless races have struggled and risen here, creating unprecedented legends at the limit of survival.

The human race is the weakest yet the most tenacious race in the ancient world.

In this endless world of chaos, they hide in remote mountains and hills like ants, always on guard against attacks from foreign races and wild beasts, and can only survive with difficulty in the cracks.

At this moment, it was the era after Pangu's second creation of the world and before the outbreak of the first war between gods.

In later history books, few people knew about this period of time. Only vague myths and legends record that the human race suffered harsh oppression and was often used as blood food or sacrifices.

With the help of the memories of the demigod dragon, Li Qingyun saw countless human tribes being hunted and sacrificed, unable to resist, their lives being worthless.

The real dragon was born in the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea. He was arrogant and cruel. He demanded living sacrifices from various tribes in the name of "collecting tribute" many times.

Anyone who dares to resist will be slaughtered brutally.

This time it was ordered to force the human race to pay tribute. When it saw Li Qingyun, a "human-like" existence, it naturally wanted to treat him as an ant that could be crushed to death.

"No wonder this dragon demon attacked me so brazenly when he saw me. It turns out he is just arrogant by nature."

Li Qingyun pulled himself out of his memories, frowned slightly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

The ancient world is rich in spiritual energy, but it is a world where the strong prey on the weak, and it appears cruel and terrifying due to the lack of a unified order. The human race is like a candle in the wind, and can be ruthlessly devoured by brutal beasts or alien races at any time.

Thinking of the plight of those human tribes, Li Qingyun couldn't help but feel a strong murderous intent in his heart - he was originally from the future, and felt even more indignant about such an inhumane and bloody rule.

Li Qingyun followed the instructions of the True Dragon's memory, climbed over mountains and ridges, crossed dangerous volcanoes, and traveled through the boundless and desolate land.

The place was filled with spiritual energy, but the order was chaotic. Even with his demigod body, he couldn't avoid the murderous intent along the way.

Every step is taken on the edge of the unknown and crisis. Low whispers can often be heard in the wind, as if there are invisible eyes lurking in the dark.

When he climbed over a red-flaming volcano, his feet stepped on hot lava rocks.

The flames and steaming spiritual energy distorted the surroundings as if in a dream.

Suddenly, a red flame burst out from the magma, and a three-headed flaming beast rushed out. It looked like it was carved out of rock, and its roar shook the sky.

Li Qingyun's expression remained unchanged. He swung the purple-gold sword, and a streak of sword light flashed across the sky, cutting off the three heads of the fire beast at once.

The magma rolled, and the body of the fire beast turned into red mist and then dissipated.

He continued walking and entered a dense ancient forest.

The branches and leaves of the towering trees intertwined like umbrellas, casting dark shadows that seemed to block even the sunlight from penetrating.

With every step I took, I could hear the rustling sound in the forest, as if countless lurkers were watching.

When approaching a green pool, dozens of huge scaly snakes suddenly broke out of the water, spewing out poisonous mist that corroded the grass and trees, making people sick.

Li Qingyun tapped his toes lightly, and his figure passed by like a flying goose. His long sword slashed out with continuous sword energy, killing all the scaly snakes. The red blood dyed the pool water, emitting a pungent fishy smell.

In every battle, he not only has to fight against powerful prehistoric beasts, but also has to be careful of the unpredictable nature of the prehistoric land: sudden thunder and lightning mixed with strong winds, sudden floods breaking the dam, and sudden cliff collapse.

But Li Qingyun did not retreat. He seemed to be confronting the will of the primitive world, tearing a bloody path through this chaotic and disordered world, and continued to advance towards the end.

Fierce battles time and time again, blood and debris paved his way forward:

——There was once a huge bronze ape that was a hundred feet tall. It leaped down from a cliff with a roar. Its huge body shook the rocks to pieces. Its eyes were like a scarlet blood moon, flashing with brutal murderous intent.

Every time it took a step, the ground trembled. Its swinging arms were as thick as stone pillars, and the strong wind it brought was enough to shatter the rocks.

But Li Qingyun just looked at it coldly, then suddenly swung his fist forward, and with a "bang", he smashed the giant ape's skull into pieces. The hundred-foot-tall body suddenly fell to the ground and turned into spiritual energy and disappeared.

——In the gloomy and poisonous forest, he encountered poisonous snakes all over the mountains. They were of strange shapes and smelled fishy. The poisonous mist they spewed out could even corrode his true energy.

But Li Qingyun spun his long sword, and wherever the sword flashed, the scaly snakes broke one after another, and poisonous blood flowed all over the ground. In an instant, it seemed as if a strange bloody rain was falling among the trees.

——The most dangerous time was when he confronted the flaming fire bull in front of a spiritual spring.

The fire bull was surrounded by red flames and had a fiery breath. Wherever it stepped on, boiling magma gushed out from the ground and turned into a terrifying sea of ​​fire.

Li Qingyun did not retreat but advanced instead. His blade collided with the fire bull and split the beast's head in two. The body fell into the lava and exploded. Flames shot up into the sky and shook the earth.

The baptism of blood and fire followed him all the way until he overcame countless dangers of life and death and finally arrived at the valley where the human tribe was located in his memory.

Li Qingyun's arrival was like a mighty tide pouring into a quiet bay, sweeping across the entire tribe in an instant.

The demigod pressure emanating from him was like a thunderbolt from the sky, causing all the guards to immediately be on alert and surround him.

The guards gripped their weapons tightly, their faces filled with tension and vigilance, as if they were facing an ancient ferocious beast that might erupt at any time.

However, as the distance shortened, they realized that although Li Qingyun was powerful, he was not hostile.

So an older guard looked at his companion, then knelt on one knee and thrust his spear upside down into the ground. The other guards followed suit, their armors clashing with each other, making a clanging sound, and the scene suddenly became quiet.

At this time, more tribesmen gathered from all directions.

Curiosity, awe, doubt—all kinds of emotions intertwined in their eyes.

There were young children who tightly grasped the corners of their mother's clothes, daring to show only half of their faces to look out; there were also elderly tribesmen who were leaning on simple weapons with solemn expressions.

Just when the atmosphere was stagnant, a high-pitched and majestic voice broke through the crowd: "Get out of the way."

As these two short words came out, the tribesmen immediately retreated to both sides, respectfully making way for the stone hall.

An invisible sense of oppression gathered in the air, and as the footsteps approached, the ground seemed to tremble slightly.

A figure in a fiery red battle robe slowly walked out from the depths of the stone hall, the robe rustling in the wind.

The firelight shone on his body, just like real fire burning. With every step he took, tiny sparks flew under his feet, reflecting on the ancient and mysterious patterns on the bronze slab.

This person's eyes were as sharp as a knife, sweeping across everyone's faces one by one, and finally fell on Li Qingyun, as if he wanted to see through him completely.

"Please invite the guests into the stone hall and entertain them with the highest courtesy."

Although His voice was not loud, it contained irresistible majesty.

Upon hearing the order, the tribesmen immediately became busy. The guards also bowed their heads and respectfully led Li Qingyun towards the stone hall.

Li Qingyun could feel that countless gazes, either curious or fearful, were focused on him in the dark.

He listened attentively. The tribesmen's private whispers rose and fell, forming a noisy and oppressive sound of the wind, while the young children hid behind the adults and dared only peek timidly.

On the bronze slabs along the road, flames in stone basins burned brightly, illuminating the stone walls engraved with ancient runes, and every mark seemed to resonate with the heaven and earth.

Looking up, you can see the statues of Yan Emperor and Huang Emperor carved on the top of the stone hall, looking down at all living beings with solemn and dignified expressions.

After entering the stone hall, the firelight flickered between the four walls, reflecting the dense cracks and deep old scars, recording the countless stormy years and sacrificial ceremonies in this place.

Li Qingyun looked around and noticed that there were still many clansmen gathered outside the hall and watching, but no one dared to take another step.

They all had complicated expressions, with awe for the stone temple and the leader in the fiery red robe, as well as fear and anticipation for this demigod visitor.

He nodded slightly, and calmly looked at the being who called himself "Hanba", thinking to himself: How much respect does this tribe have for him? If he could use this opportunity to contact the core of the human race, perhaps he could learn more about the truth of the prehistoric world.

The flames illuminated the stone hall and everyone's face, creating a solemn and dignified atmosphere.

In an instant, Li Qingyun felt as if he was in some ancient and strange ceremony, and the history and secrets of the human race hidden behind the shadows of the fire were slowly revealed to him.

Li Qingyun sat down in the stone hall, looking around at the towering stone pillars and murals covered with ancient symbols, while secretly paying attention to the surrounding situation.

The stone hall was silent and even the air was filled with deep awe.

What he saw was the brazier in the hall burning fiercely, and the flames reflected on the bronze slabs. It seemed that there was an invisible force moving back and forth, which made him alert, fearing that he would disturb some dormant ancient will.

The one coming towards him was the human guardian who called himself "Hanba".

He was dressed in a fiery red battle robe, with a slender figure, and his every move emanated a flaming power that was in no way inferior to the demigod aura of Li Qingyun.

His eyes were burning, showing both his eagerness towards the strong and his vigilance towards strangers, like a cluster of flames that could burst out at any time.

"A demigod from a foreign land,"

Hanba spoke, his voice was like a burning fire, low and powerful, "I heard that you killed the descendants of the East China Sea Dragon Clan alone, swept away countless prehistoric beasts, and made your way to the gathering place of our human race. I, Hanba, would like to welcome you on behalf of our race."

Li Qingyun nodded slightly, his eyes lingering on the statue high up in the hall:
"Are Yandi and Huangdi the patron saints of your race?"

Hanba's gaze shifted to the two statues, his tone full of reverence:

"Yandi and Huangdi are the spiritual pillars of our human race. In the ancient times when all races were fighting for supremacy, our human race was weak. It was because of the protection of these two gods that we were able to continue the flame of fire. Although the two gods have not descended now, their miracles are still there, inspiring us to strive for survival in this chaotic ancient times."

Li Qingyun listened quietly and then smiled faintly:
"As a demigod, you can influence the fate of an entire race. Since you and I are both demigods, why should we be so cautious?"

Hanba's face was slightly gloomy, and his eyes were like dancing flames, staring at him closely:

"You are right. However, our race has gone through countless disasters and we dare not easily trust others. Your origin and purpose are unknown. How can I let down my guard? If you sincerely wish to join us, you must show real proof."

Li Qingyun remained calm:
"How to prove it?"

Hanba thought for a moment, and his voice became firmer:
"There is a tribe of pig demons not far from here. They have been harassing our tribe for years, plundering our resources and our people. If you can lead our warriors to repel the pig demons, it will be considered a token of your loyalty, and let us see your sincerity."

Upon hearing this, Li Qingyun stood with his hands behind his back, his expression remaining calm, but he secretly guessed in his heart: Although Hanba's defense is reasonable, it is a little too obvious.

Perhaps this tribe is not united. Is she trying to test my strength or to find out my intentions?

He exhaled lightly and said calmly:

"It is not difficult for me to deal with the pig demon tribe. But I am not taking action just to show my loyalty. I want to see how you humans struggle to survive in the wilderness and whether you can make your own voice heard."

Hanba frowned slightly, and a cold smile suddenly appeared in his eyes:

"If you really mean this, then let me wait and see. I hope you won't let me down."

The two men's eyes met, and sparks seemed to fly in the hall.

In just a few words, the restrained language implies a tit-for-tat confrontation, and both sides are unwilling to reveal too many of their cards.

Seeing that Hanba didn't say anything more, Li Qingyun didn't stay any longer. He nodded slightly, turned around and stepped out of the stone hall to face this unknown battle - perhaps it was also a trial for him to officially step into the human race's vision.

There were flickering fires outside the hall. The guards and tribesmen were whispering to each other, but they all made way for him.

Watching his back slowly disappearing between the night and the firelight, some people held their weapons tightly, while others prayed silently.

There is both anticipation and confusion in the air, as if the war drums have not yet sounded, but the situation is already tense.

(End of this chapter)