Primordial Era: A Counterattack Against Hongjun Daozu at the Start

Their eyes were empty and helpless, like fallen leaves drifting in the wind, fragile and vulnerable.

"Look at them, they have no cultivation at all. On this primordial land, they are nothing but ants that can be bullied by anyone."

Zhou Yi's voice was steady and powerful, "Even stepping into the threshold of the Human Immortal realm is a great blessing for them, as it frees them from being bullied by other races. This is the greatest significance."

Yao Yan's heart skipped a beat, and his eyes instantly brightened. Yes, this was the primordial world, where the strong ruled and the weak were as worthless as weeds.

Humanity is insignificant in this world, easily swallowed by storms. Yet he is striving to pave a path for humanity's survival, and even if the hope is slim, it is enough to illuminate the way forward.

Zhou Yi smiled as he looked at Yao Yan's imposing aura.

Yao Yan's eyes shone with a resolute light, like the brightest star in the night sky.

Zhou Yi secretly praised him: This kid will definitely be a pillar of the human race in the future. He suddenly understood the feelings of his predecessors about power. He chuckled to himself, "Looks like my motivational speech is quite effective! Even Yao Yan is fired up by my encouragement."

Immediately, Yao Yan strode up to the clansmen and gave the order: "Stand still." He took the deduced cultivation method, studied it carefully, and began to guide the clansmen in their practice.

As expected of Emperor Yan!

When Yao Yan's improved technique was activated, it seemed to awaken an ancient power, and the law of fire surged and boiled.

Flames danced wildly in the air, like dragons emerging from the sea, producing a deafening roar.

Zhou Yi was well aware of his situation; the system restricted his combat methods.

Aside from relying on the simple and crude method of using the illusion of qi, he had almost no other options.

This technique undoubtedly brought him new hope.

He took a deep breath, his aura surging like a river, and infused a wisp of his fortune into the illusory figure behind him.

In an instant, the illusory image solidified and landed as a physical entity. This entity was enveloped in golden flames, leaving scorch marks wherever it passed.

Flames raged, devouring everything, turning the vibrant greenery into a deathly black in an instant.

The spiritual energy was being devoured by the flames, creating a howling sound. Zhou Yi quickly extinguished the flames, fearing that innocent bystanders would be affected.

Putting away his cultivation technique, Zhou Yi looked towards Yao Yan with anticipation.

However, the scene before him was utterly astonishing. Yao Yan's face was full of anger, and about a hundred clansmen were cultivating in the open space according to his instructions.

Yao Yan designed a series of movements, hoping to guide the flow of spiritual energy through changes in body posture.

The result was disastrous: some people raised their arms as if to pluck stars, waving them like runaway windmills; others put their legs down and could never lift them again. The scene was chaotic, ridiculous, and laughable.

"Raise your hands! Raise your hands!" Yao Yan roared. "Don't lower your legs! Hold on a little longer!"

His forehead veins bulged, filled with regret. He finally understood that talent and comprehension are two different things. Without comprehension, even the best talent is useless.

Moreover, most of these clansmen are elderly and have very little innate energy left, making cultivation extremely difficult.

Just when Yao Yan was almost in despair, he unexpectedly discovered that a little girl had extraordinary talent.

She quickly grasped the key points of the movements, and her spiritual energy flowed smoothly within her body. This scene rekindled Yao Yan's hope.

For the next seven days, he disregarded his fatigue and devoted himself entirely to teaching. He had only one belief in his heart: he must teach these people. Day after day, Yao Yan forgot his tiredness and focused only on imparting the techniques.

Fortunately, the little girl made rapid progress and even inspired other members of her tribe to cultivate.

Yao Yan was overjoyed and accepted her as his disciple, giving her the name "Xiao Ling'er".

Every morning, Zhou Yi could see Xiao Ling'er leading her clansmen in cultivation. Although their movements were clumsy, everyone was giving it their all.

Having experienced the hardships of Buzhou Mountain, they deeply understand the cruelty of the demon race.

Now that they have the opportunity to become stronger, how could they give up easily? They encouraged each other, gritted their teeth and persevered, making progress every day.

Zhou Yi saw this and felt gratified, but also secretly worried: "The number of people is still too small."

He understood that only with a thriving population could more geniuses emerge, allowing the human race to truly gain a foothold on the ancient land.

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye. Yao Yan had done his best and finally completed the important task of teaching his people.

Those clumsy movements of the past are now used with ease by the tribespeople.

Among these hundred or so people, a young man named "Shan" emerged with extraordinary talent.

Although his skills were not as good as Xiao Ling'er's, they were far superior to those of ordinary people. He completed the accumulation of spiritual energy only one day later than Xiao Ling'er.

As life gradually improved, the lives of the clansmen slowly returned to normal.

Xiao Ling'er led the women to pick wild fruits, while Shan led the men to hunt.

Everything was arranged in an orderly manner.

Meanwhile, Suihuang and his companions embarked on a long migration. That temporary shelter was ultimately not a long-term solution.

A single sentence from the Book of Changes was like a beacon in the darkness, illuminating their path.

Although the road ahead was uncertain, they still resolutely took steps forward, all for the sake of finding a new home for more than two million people.

Time flies, and another half month has passed in the blink of an eye. They finally arrived at the foot of Buzhou Mountain.

Everything here seems frozen in time from that terrible disaster. A faint smell of blood still lingers in the air, and the earth is stained an eerie brownish-red, as if every inch of the land has been soaked in blood.

Someone casually poked the soil with a stick, and when they pulled it out, the stick was covered in a dark red liquid.

"Demon race, we humans will definitely avenge this blood debt!" Emperor Sui gritted his teeth, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

Youchao stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder: "Brother, don't just stand there. There are still demons here. It wouldn't be good if we ran into trouble."

Emperor Sui suddenly snapped out of his daze and quickly ordered the troops to quicken their pace. Their destination was just ahead; a scout reported that there was a large valley ahead, a well-hidden and easily defensible place, perfect for setting up camp.

But fate had other plans. When they passed Buzhou Mountain, the shamans of the Houtu tribe saw them.

The witch clan members glanced at them casually, and seeing that they were just insignificant humans, they turned their heads away disdainfully.

"They're just a bunch of ants, not worth bothering with," the witch said dismissively.

The demon race, however, doesn't think that way.

Just as the human group was making good progress, two figures suddenly descended from the sky, blocking their path. Everyone stopped immediately, staring nervously ahead.

If Zhou Yi were here, he would surely recognize one of the nine-colored deer.

The Nine-Colored Deer has now reached the level of a Great Luo Golden Immortal, and its aura is menacing.

Standing next to him was a demon general; the two of them together were like two unshakeable mountains.

To make matters worse, a large group of demon soldiers quickly emerged from both sides of the column. They carried weapons, had fierce expressions, and their eyes gleamed with greed and cruelty.

In an instant, fear enveloped the entire group.

As screams and cries erupted, chaos spread like wildfire.

"Men, stay outside and protect the women and children," the Emperor shouted, trying to calm everyone down.