Primordial Era: A Counterattack Against Hongjun Daozu at the Start

After speaking, he rode on auspicious clouds, transforming into a stream of light and flying towards the sacred site of the Supreme Saint beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens.

As the clear light disappeared into the horizon, Zhou Yi stroked the bone flute at his waist and murmured, "The watchers lurking in the shadows should reveal themselves."

Just as he expected, deep within the Netherworld Blood Sea, the Styx Lord, clad in a scarlet cloak, emerged from the waves atop a crimson lotus of karmic fire; in the Northern Abyss, the winged demon master, the Roc, also transformed into a cloud hanging from the sky and quietly approached.

These two powerful figures, who had long coveted the Primordial Purple Qi, quietly met on the outskirts of the human territory. The twin swords, Yuan Tu and A Bi, at Styx's waist gleamed with a blood-red light: "A thousand-year scheme, the time for harvest has finally come."

The roc shook off the frost from its feathers as a reminder: "Do not be careless, for you and I are not the only ones lurking in the shadows."

The two then transformed into blood mist and black wind, and followed the underground currents of the earth to sneak into the heart of the human race.

The Lord of the Netherworld Blood Sea and the Giant of the Northern Underworld held their breath and compressed the energy fluctuations around them to an imperceptible level.

They knew that they were not the only ones eyeing the human race, and that rash action might allow others to take advantage of them.

As they advanced along the secret route into the heart of the human realm, what they saw along the way secretly alarmed these two primordial giants.

While the resilience shown by the human race in their fight against the demon race a thousand years ago was remarkable, the disparity in strength was ultimately too great.

Thanks to the great master Miaole's unwavering preaching and teaching among the human race for a thousand years, this rare period of peaceful development has completely changed the pattern of the race.

Nowadays, when traveling through the human realm, Celestial Immortal level cultivators are as numerous as stars, and Profound Immortal level experts are even more common. This scene is completely different from the past.

Even though it is still difficult to compete with the Lich King, this vigorous vitality has already made the Blood Sea Ancestor and the Northern Underworld Giant secretly wary.

Unbeknownst to them, the secret to humanity's rapid progress lay hidden in the cultivation characteristics of the "Covering the Sky Secret Manual".

Although this Imperial Scripture makes it difficult to advance in later stages, it can enable cultivators to reach the Perfection of the Immortal Platform Realm within a thousand years. Only those with insufficient aptitude will stagnate.

To overcome the bottleneck in cultivation, pioneers like Suihuang, in coordination with the strategic plan of the Book of Changes, successfully cultivated thousands of peach spirit root divisions.

Although these improved spiritual plants are not as effective as the original plant, they, together with the Bodhi Ancient Tree and the Enlightenment Tea Tree, form a three-dimensional support system for cultivation.

Nourished by the abundant spiritual energy of the primordial world, each branch can bear hundreds of spiritual fruits every hundred years, laying a solid foundation for human cultivators.

Especially for cultivators who have not yet achieved immortality, these spiritual fruits can significantly shorten the time required to break through to the next realm.

It is precisely because of this that the stable production of hundreds of thousands of spiritual fruits every hundred years, combined with the Emperor Scripture's unique rapid success rate, ultimately forged the "human race miracle" that even the great powers of the prehistoric world took notice of.

A purple aura suddenly appeared in the sea of ​​clouds in the sky, stretching 30,000 miles eastward, a sign of the prosperity of humankind.

Over a thousand years, the human race’s sacred temple has transformed into a seven-tiered golden wheel of merit, within which various civilizational totems, such as agriculture, sericulture, weaving, warfare, and music, are revealed.

Standing atop Mount Buzhou, the Zhou Yi, with the Eight Trigrams of the Primordial Chaos flowing from his fingertips, suddenly froze. At the 9,900th branch of the Peach Mother Root, the chaotic shackles of the beginning of heaven and earth were clearly entwined.

The Yin energy of the Northern Darkness and the filthy essence of the Blood Sea converged at the Kunlun Earth Vein, and the two opposing primordial forces tore open a rift in the void.

The demon master's wings stretched to the sky, obscuring the sun, and crimson lotuses of karmic fire bloomed beneath the Styx River's feet. Yet, hidden within the spatial folds they traversed were 360 ​​Blood God Child clones and 129,600 Northern Darkness Frost Feathers.

The fire in Suihuang's hand suddenly transformed into a bronze halberd eighteen feet long, its flames illuminating the thirty-three layers of restrictive array.

What appeared in Youchao's palm was not an ordinary house, but an inverted primordial earth cauldron representing the Nine Provinces.

The belt around Ziyi's waist unfurled in the wind, revealing a landscape of mountains and rivers where all races of the primordial world paid homage to the human race.

The Daoist ripples generated by the resonance of the three sacred artifacts caused the protective auras of the two ancient giants to ripple.

Zhou Yi's light laugh caused the stars in the heavens to shift, and eighty-one Dao patterns flew out from the Ziwei Enclosure, instantly forming the Poisonous Sage Chess Game upon landing.

The lines of the chessboard transform into branches of the river of time, and the black and white pieces evolve into a Yin-Yang killing formation.

The demon master tried to flap his wings but found his feathers covered in amber of time. The blood sea clone of the Styx River was being annihilated one by one by the black and white energies in the chessboard.

"Fellow Daoist, do you know what true formlessness is?" Zhou Yi flew out of his sleeve with the Primordial Measuring Ruler. With each increment of the ruler's scale, a wisp of origin was stripped from the two sect leaders.

When the ninth section of the Measuring Ruler lit up, a scene of their defeat three days later appeared in the void.

The first move in this game was made a thousand years ago.

Just as the tenth section of the Measuring Ruler was about to light up, the sound of the Peach Spirit Root cracking suddenly came from the Kunlun Earth Vein.

Zhou Yi's Dao body trembled almost imperceptibly for half a breath, and the Demon Master's natal feather seized the opportunity to engulf the intercepted human race's fortune, transforming into a fleeing entity in the Northern Darkness's frigid tide...

How could the two giants of the primordial world, the Great Roc and the Styx Ancestor, have imagined that Zhou Yi actually possessed the Nine Secrets, a supreme method for discerning the secrets of heaven?

The secret of the previous character not only tempers one's divine sense but also allows one to glimpse the mysteries of the laws of time. When the two malevolent auras approached within thirty miles, Zhou Yi's brow and spiritual platform suddenly showed signs of alarm. Although he could not see the true faces of the approaching figures, he had already laid out a backup plan with a few calculations at his fingertips.

"Since you two are here, why not show yourselves and reminisce?" Zhou Yi lightly flicked his sleeves, and as ripples spread through the void, two figures were forced to appear.

The fiery red lotus at the foot of the River Styx had not yet been extinguished, and the Northern Darkness Cold Tide was still flowing in the sleeve of the Roc, clearly quite startled by this uncanny prophecy.

Amidst the churning sea of ​​blood, the Styx Ancestor, standing atop a twelve-petaled lotus platform, sneered, "How dare a mere human presume to fathom the secrets of heaven? Hand over the Primordial Purple Qi, and I will grant you reincarnation." The twin swords, Abi and Yuantu, spewed forth blood-red light, staining the vast sky crimson.

"It's been a thousand years since we last met. How has Fellow Daoist Dapeng's Northern Dark Ice Profound Technique regressed to this state?" Zhou Yi's gaze swept across the Demon Master's hair like lightning, where the three fundamental life feathers still showed faint cracks. "Do you still find the Heaven-Opening Seal you used on the shores of the East Sea effective?"

The demon master's face was as cold as iron, and the space around him seemed to crack faintly.

The old wound that shattered his origin a thousand years ago is now aching faintly under the influence of the opponent's energy.

Seeing this, Styx sneered: "You dare to covet such a treasure when you're on your deathbed? Once I take his life, I'll give you some scraps."

"Master, be careful what you say!" Zhou Yi suddenly pointed his sword at Cang Ming, the Nine Secret Dao Patterns flowing in his pupils. "It is true that the Blood Sea will not dry up and the Styx River will not die, but if I were to ignite the Southern Bright Fire at this moment..." Before he finished speaking, the karmic fire of the Twelve-Petaled Lotus Platform strangely froze in mid-air.

Where the three forces intertwine, space begins to crumble inch by inch.

Zhou Yi appeared to be strolling leisurely, but in reality, he was secretly pushing the "Former Word Secret" to its limit. He was betting that these two demons each had their own ulterior motives and would ultimately be unable to form a united attack.

During the campaign to eliminate Zhou Yi, although the Lord of the Blood Sea, Styx, temporarily allied with him, everyone knew the true intentions of this demonic giant. When Zhou Yi fell, it would be the beginning of allies turning against each other and vying for the Primordial Purple Qi.

At this moment, Zhou Yi's injuries were clearly too much to bear. Let alone seizing the Heavenly Dao Sacred Artifact, even surviving under the Styx Sword was a problem.

"You ants are nothing but empty talkers. No matter how much you scheme, you will perish in a sea of ​​blood today!" Styx's body surged with scarlet murderous aura, and the two swords in his hands hummed and trembled.