Primordial Era: A Counterattack Against Hongjun Daozu at the Start

Zhou Yi raised his hand to suppress the raging storm in the tent, gazing thoughtfully in the direction Miao Le had left. The night wind, carrying the howls of wolves, swept across the tribe, and suddenly, spiderweb-like patterns appeared on the tortoise shell of the altar.

"Gentlemen, there is no need to worry. Miaole's visit is exactly what I wanted." Zhou Yi gently placed the teacup on the table, his knuckles rhythmically tapping the sandalwood grain. "If we plan properly, the calamity of the demon race may be easily resolved."

Looking at the glint in the young emperor's eyes, Emperor Sui suddenly recalled how he had once persuaded 100,000 aquatic creatures to retreat with his silver tongue.

This seemingly gentle emperor was, in his heart, a cunning fox.

"Does the Emperor truly intend to open the entire realm for anyone to spread his teachings?" Youchao couldn't help but ask, the rattan armor he was weaving making a soft rubbing sound.

Zhou Yi suddenly stood up and pushed open the window. A primordial wind, carrying the sound of pine trees, surged into the council hall: "Not only should we allow him to preach, but we should also welcome him with the entire clan. Order the elders of each clan to lead the young talents to gather at the Fire Cloud Cave, so that Master Miaole can truly feel the sincerity of the human race."

"What if the demon race takes this opportunity to attack?" Ziyi Shi pondered, fiddling with the hem of her robe.

"Good question!" Zhou Yi turned around abruptly, his black robes fluttering in the wind. "Imagine if a sage's disciple were to be disturbed by demons while giving a sermon..." Before he finished speaking, the four elders smiled knowingly.

Emperor Sui slapped the table and exclaimed in admiration: "At that time, Miaole will be in a difficult situation. How can the Supreme Sage sit idly by? Brilliant! But what if Miaole sees through this plan?"

"I have already made the demon race's movements clear." Zhou Yi stood with his hands behind his back beneath the star map, his gaze piercing through layers of clouds and mist as he looked towards the Thirty-Three Heavens:

"Since he is so arrogant about being a disciple of the sage, we will set up a stage for him. Order all tribes to decorate with lanterns and colorful decorations. I will make the lineage of the Humanist religion flourish in our land."

After everyone had received their orders and left, Zhou Yi sat alone on the Star Gazing Platform.

A faint fragrance of cinnabar wafted in the night breeze, reminding him of the time when the Sage of Taiqing visited him in the form of an old man.

The scroll of "Covering the Sky Emperor's Law" ultimately aroused the sage's apprehension. Was this transmission of the Dao a gesture of goodwill or a test? The Taiji talisman on Miaole's waist, faintly visible, gleamed coldly in the moonlight.

The Book of Changes remained noncommittal regarding the Grand Master Miaole's desire to establish a lineage of Daoist teachings among the human race.

However, there's no need to worry about this, since the human race is no longer what it used to be.

After studying the supreme secret manual of the Emperor of Heaven's Law, how could ordinary cultivation methods attract the attention of the clansmen?

Even with the orthodox lineage of the Xuanmen sect right before them, it is difficult to shake the foundation of the human cultivators' Dao heart.

As the Venerable Master Miaole stepped out of the ancestral land to survey the surrounding areas, a sense of astonishment gradually arose in the eyes of this chief disciple of Taiqing.

The ancient human race in my memory is still in a time of hardship and poverty: hunters with barely enough clothes to cover their bodies, hungry farmers, and tribes that barely survived amidst the threat of wild beasts.

But now, before our eyes is a tapestry of brocade, a magnificent palace, and even the old farmers in the fields have rosy complexions, not to mention the profound Daoist aura flowing around the cultivators coming and going.

What shocked him most was the number of human cultivators. Back then, when the Sage Taiqing preached, only a handful of people were able to establish a foundation for the Dao.

Now, however, the fields are filled with celestial light, and Golden Core cultivators throng the market like carp crossing a river, while several soaring auras indicate the presence of Great Luo Realm experts.

Miao Le was secretly alarmed. How could this be the weak tribe that needed the protection of a saint back then?

In particular, when he arrived at the martial arts training ground, he witnessed that the boxing techniques practiced by the children actually corresponded to the trajectories of the stars; when he passed by the academy, he heard that the Taoist master was teaching the commentary on the Taoist Canon and had deeply grasped the essence of the esoteric teachings.

These details exploded in Miaole's mind like spring thunder, forcing him to re-examine his missionary plan. If he continued to follow his master's old strategy, he feared he would become a laughingstock.

Zhou Yi stood atop the clouds, overlooking everything, a faint smile playing on his lips. He had long anticipated that Miao Le would experience this cognitive upheaval, and thus allowed her to witness the true face of humanity.

After all, before the spark of civilization nurtured by the Heavenly Emperor's Law, any sage's lineage must humble itself in order to find a place to take root in the hearts of the human race.

After the Sage Taiqing preached to the human race, this originally weak race finally produced some powerful individuals who could fight, but their overall numbers were still small.

When the Grand Master Miaole was traveling through the human settlements, he suddenly sensed several powerful auras of Golden Immortals, a discovery that greatly shocked him.

It should be noted that in the entire prehistoric world, the cultivation level of a Golden Immortal is sufficient to establish a sect and dominate a region.

The Taoist used his fingers to deduce his memories and clearly remembered that when his master was passing on the Dharma, not a single Golden Immortal had been born among the human race.

They thought that the four Great Golden Immortals of Suihuang were the peak fighting force of the tribe, but unexpectedly, in just a few hundred years, the core strength has grown to this extent.

Just as he was secretly alarmed, the powerful energy fluctuations rising into the sky in the distance once again caught his attention.

Following the guidance of her spiritual senses, she arrived deep in the mountain valley, where the scene before her caused Miaole's pupils to shrink slightly.

Tens of thousands of elite soldiers stood arrayed like a forest, their weapons gleaming in a silvery wave. The murderous aura surrounding each warrior condensed into the phantom of a blood-red black bird above the formation. Such military might and power surpassed even the elite troops of the ancient war between the witches and demons.

"Halt!" A sharp sound rang out as a general in black armor, his face covered, blocked the way with his halberd.

Although he was dressed as an ordinary soldier, his cultivation level of Taiyi Xuanxian made Miaole secretly gasp. Such cultivation level, which would qualify him as an inner disciple in the three religions, was only that of an ordinary guard here.

The Taoist priest lightly flicked his whisk to reveal his identity, but the guard showed no reaction. A metallic voice emanated from beneath his black iron mask: "This is the forbidden area of ​​the Changlin Army. Anyone who does not retreat within three breaths will be executed!" Before the words were finished, twelve powerful auras of the Great Luo Realm suddenly rose from the army formation, clearly indicating that a peerless expert had secretly locked onto this place.

Miao Le was shocked to find that the Taiqing Jade Talisman in her hand could not draw upon the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Only then did she notice that the entire military camp was shrouded in some kind of mysterious law.

Faced with the menacing army that was closing in step by step, he finally chose to retreat. It seemed that the human race had quietly nurtured a foundation that exceeded the expectations of the saints.

"What if I have no choice but to go in today?" Before the Grand Master Miaole finished speaking, his aura suddenly burst forth, pressing down on the guards holding spears like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing down.

The power of the Great Luo Golden Immortal was fully revealed, and the entire space trembled and hummed.

The body beneath the bronze armor trembled slightly, and the young warrior's knuckles clenched so tightly they turned white.

Under such pressure, the cultivator's cultivation at the Taiyi Xuanxian realm was like a candle flickering in the wind, and his Xuan Iron Battle Boots had sunk three inches deep into the ground.

Surprisingly, his long spear remained as steady as a rock, its blade aimed directly at the enemy's throat: "Military orders are absolute."

His hoarse voice carried a metallic, bloodthirsty aura, and his pupils burned with a resolute flame.

Miao Le's pupils contracted slightly. The body before him, which was clearly cracking under the oppressive force, was actually exuding a killing aura that made his Dao heart tremble.

Just then, a clear, loud laugh echoed from the horizon: "Brother Miaole, what brings you to our army's training ground?"

Youchao arrived riding on clouds, his black and yellow ribbons fluttering behind him.

"So it was Fellow Daoist Youchao." Miaole gathered her breath and lightly swept her clothes with her jade whisk. "I just wanted to see the new look of the human race, but I ended up having a misunderstanding with this young general."