Primordial Era: A Counterattack Against Hongjun Daozu at the Start

Before he finished speaking, Zhou Yi's body shone with golden light, surging like a tidal wave and surrounding him completely. His aura instantly increased several times over.

"What does he want to do?"

"This person is no ordinary person. Facing imminent disaster, he dares to defy fate and change his destiny. He's simply courting death."

"No, that's the light of destiny; it's gathering the destiny of the human race."

A gasp of surprise, like a boulder thrown into a lake, stirred up ripples.

The powerful figures who had been observing coldly suddenly changed their expressions, their faces displaying a complex mix of emotions.

Looking at the golden light surrounding him, Zhou Yi secretly calculated, "Although the power is weak, it should be enough."

He took a deep breath, his gaze unwavering, and looked up at the sky. Then he let out a deafening shout: "If the sages want to destroy my human race, dream on! The fate of the human race is gathered in me; the peril of the human race will be borne by me alone."

His voice echoed between heaven and earth, each word containing an indomitable power that struck the heart of the sage.

"Nuwa, you became a saint by creating humans, yet you stood idly by while the demon race ravaged the land. Are you truly the Holy Mother of humanity, or the Demon Queen of the demon race?"

Zhou Yi glared angrily, pointing his finger straight to the sky, and fearlessly questioned, "You have enjoyed the merits of being offered sacrifices by the human race, don't you feel ashamed?"

The moment the words were spoken, the situation changed drastically, and countless powerful figures were so shocked by these words that they almost lost their composure.

This was not just an offense, but a public insult to a saint, an unprecedentedly audacious act!

"Zhou Yi, how dare you!" Nuwa's voice boomed like thunder from the sky, carrying a world-destroying pressure, surging towards Zhou Yi like a raging torrent.

Wherever it passed, space distorted, as if even space itself could not withstand the pressure of this force.

Zhou Yi felt a tremendous force suddenly press down on him, causing him to stagger backward and almost kneel on the ground.

Humanity's fortunes have become as fragile as paper due to the brutal massacres by the demon race. Under such divine pressure, Zhou Yi appears exceptionally insignificant and powerless.

"You insignificant ant, how dare you presume to guess the mind of a sage and defy destiny? Your arrogance is your original sin."

Nuwa's voice was as cold as ice. As a powerful being second only to Hongjun, her power was unfathomable.

The immense fortune accumulated by the human race over hundreds of millions of years is the key to her breakthrough to a higher realm.

In his anger, the imposing aura he unleashed was so terrifying that even the Supreme Beings felt their hearts tremble with fear.

The surrounding audience was already terrified and all tried to escape the scene.

Someone muttered under their breath, "I thought he had some trump card up his sleeve, but I didn't expect him to be suppressed so quickly. He really overestimated himself."

"Where does a mere human get the courage to defy a saint? It's nothing but a death throes."

Under the oppressive force of this divine power, blood seeped from every pore of Zhou Yi's body, and his entire body was quickly stained crimson, making him look extremely miserable.

But he gritted his teeth, his spine remaining ramrod straight. The price of this perseverance was that his entire skeleton began to crack and pop, cracks spreading like a spider web, as if it would collapse and shatter at any moment.

"This is nothing but a joke. How dare a tiny ant challenge the authority of a saint? He is truly ignorant of his own limitations!" Someone sneered from the side, but no one dared to step forward to help.

"The human race will pass on its torch and never give up! The human race's destiny, gather together!" Zhou Yi roared to the sky.

At this moment, the originally blood-red, fiery-red Slaughtering Sword began to change, its color gradually turning into a deep black, and endless resentment surged forth from it.

Countless blurry figures appeared on the sword, their faces contorted in pain as they struggled to break free of their restraints.

However, the faint light emanating from these figures drifted gently toward Zhou Yi and merged into his fortune.

The ghost car was terrified when it saw this, and its face turned deathly pale.

He hurriedly cast a spell, his hands quickly forming hand seals, and spells flew toward the Slaughtering Sword, with dozens of sealing spells densely covering it like chains.

It took a great deal of effort to barely suppress the rage within the sword.

"This guy's a madman! Run!" Ghost Car roared.

Upon hearing this, the demon soldiers who had been watching scattered in terror.

In the blink of an eye, the area around Buzhou Mountain became deserted.

As these points of destiny merged with Zhou Yi, the originally dazzling golden light around him gradually turned into a dark red, appearing eerie and oppressive. With this change, the surrounding sky was shrouded in a thick aura of slaughter.

"What exactly is going on?"

"Why is there so much killing intent? How did the human race's fortune become so strange?"

However, Zhou Yi ignored the doubts of those around him. He felt the increasingly powerful human destiny behind him, and his heart was no longer burdened with any concerns.

This was the power given to him by the souls of his deceased kin. Having accepted this heavy gift, he had to seek justice for his kin, even if it meant breaking with the saint.

"Nuwa, you are not worthy to be the Holy Mother of the human race. What face do you have to enjoy the offerings of the human race!" Zhou Yi's voice echoed across the primordial land.

For a sage who values ​​his reputation to be criticized so mercilessly at this moment is a scene that is rare even in a thousand years.

Nuwa was furious: "You lowly creature, how dare you offend my divine majesty! Today, in the name of the Holy Mother of Humanity, I will punish you on behalf of Heaven!"

As soon as the words were spoken, a purple light flashed across the primordial wilderness, followed by a deafening roar of thunder. The lightning bolt, like a blade of divine punishment, radiated a chilling pressure as it struck down.

Wherever it passed, the void shattered like paper, emitting a piercing sound.

On that distant viewing platform, the powerful beings believed they were detached from the conflict and safe.

However, as the earth-shattering thunder gradually approached, their faces turned deathly pale, and cold sweat poured down their backs.

The saying "All men are but ants beneath the sage" seems especially true now. Only a sage could withstand that purple lightning!

In an instant, all living beings within a radius of tens of thousands of miles sensed the approach of annihilation.

The demon soldiers were terrified and fled in all directions; but Zhou Yi stood firm like a mountain, facing the thunder without fear.

Despite being deeply shaken, his inherent stubbornness prevented him from yielding an inch: "Humans, even in death, will never surrender!"

He roared to the sky, his voice like thunder that resounded through the heavens, causing the fortune of the human race to surge and transform into a blood-gold light that shot straight into the sky.

Zhou Yi shouted, "Human destiny, lend me a hand!"

An individual human may be insignificant, but the combined fortune of billions of humans is as powerful as a mighty river. Nuwa, witnessing this scene, exclaimed in astonishment, "How is this possible…?"

Boom!

Thunder and destiny collided violently, producing a deafening roar. Incredibly, the Purple Heaven Divine Thunder, powerful enough to destroy the heavens and the earth, was completely neutralized by the blood-gold destiny on Zhou Yi's body.