Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

Xuanyuan's expression changed drastically, and then he looked at Guang Chengzi in disbelief, asking, "You've come for your disciple!"

Guang Chengzi nodded. He hadn't expected the Yi people to be so crazy, mobilizing six Great Golden Immortals just for Xuanyuan, a mere Golden Immortal human.

"Teacher, you intervened?" A hint of lingering fear flashed across Xuanyuan's face.

Guang Chengzi nodded, then shook his head.

"I only intervened to protect the human tribe."

"The two Great Luo Golden Immortals who intervened to stop those six were from the human race."

Guang Chengzi looked at Xuanyuan, a hint of emotion flashing in his eyes, "Those two Great Luo Golden Immortals of the human race have always protected the Youxiong tribe and protected you."

"They sensed the auras of those six alien Grand Luo cultivators, knew they were coming for you, and knowing they couldn't stop them, they directly detonated their Grand Luo origins."

"The two Great Luo Golden Immortals' origins were detonated simultaneously, shattering the formation of the six alien Great Luo Immortals. Both of them were instantly annihilated!" Guang Chengzi's voice carried a hint of admiration.

The fact that two Great Immortals, constructed from the Yellow Plum and the Peony of Immortality, possessed such courage for the future of the Xuanyuan human race was truly admirable.

"The other four!" Upon hearing that only two had perished, Xuanyuan's face immediately showed worry!

Guang Chengzi glanced at Xuanyuan and said nonchalantly, "With me here, would four heavily injured Grand Luo Golden Immortals dare to come?"

Xuanyuan nodded. He knew that his master had once severed the physical body of a Great Luo Golden Immortal with a single sword strike!

Xuanyuan gazed at the light screen in the void and asked Guangchengzi again, "The human tribes in this area...!"

Before he could finish speaking, Guang Chengzi interrupted him, "Don't worry, no human has died!"

After Guang Chengzi finished speaking, he paused for a moment, and then continued, "This area of ​​hundreds of millions of miles is no longer suitable for habitation. You should lead your people to move."

At the same moment, an even more astonishing event was unfolding in the skies of the southern border.

Eight powerful beings from other races approached the mountain range where Chi You was located.

Chi You stood atop the mountain, looking up at the eight shadows that blotted out the sky, and slowly raised the bronze sword in his hand.

He did not retreat, nor did the thousands of witch warriors behind him.

They stood on that mountain range, gazing at the sky, waiting for the eight destructive forces to fall.

Then the void in front of them cracked open.

A dark passage was suddenly torn open by supreme power, and the depths of the passage were filled with an aura of the underworld so thick it was impossible to dispel.

A colossal figure stepped out of the passage, towering over a hundred feet tall, wielding a massive axe commensurate with its height.

The moment he stepped out of the passage, the power of the rules of the primordial world surged wildly, dark clouds gathered in an instant, and terrifying bolts of tribulation lightning rolled and condensed in the clouds, striking down on the axe-wielding giant.

That was divine punishment.

The Wu tribe fell into the underworld, and after countless years, they reappeared in the primordial world. Heaven and earth themselves will send down tribulation lightning in an attempt to annihilate them.

But before the tribulation lightning could even reach the bottom, a slender, fair hand emerged from the depths of the passage. With a gentle clench of its five jade fingers, the tribulation lightning bolts, powerful enough to shatter even a Great Luo Golden Immortal, were all crushed.

Houtu Niangniang (Goddess of the Earth).

The axe-wielding giant... Xing Tian... emerged from the passage and made only one move.

He raised his giant axe high and swung it at the eight alien Grand Luo Immortals who were still in a daze.

A beam of axe light pierced the sky, containing the full power of the peak Great Luo Witch Clan. The hazy axe light was like the first crack when the world was created, cutting through the void and the physical bodies and Dao fruits of eight Great Luo Golden Immortals.

The three Great Luo Immortals were instantly reduced to nothing, not even a remnant soul remained.

The remaining five were struck by the edge of the axe light, their essence shattered, and they fled in all directions without looking back, dragging their broken bodies.

After the axe light dissipated, Xing Tian's figure was pulled back into the dark passage by an invisible force, and Hou Tu Niangniang's hand was also withdrawn.

The sky closed up again, and the dark clouds slowly dispersed, as if everything that had just happened was nothing but an illusion.

But the void above the mountain range, shattered by the giant axe, has yet to heal, like a scar etched into the sky.

Chi You stood atop the mountain, gazing at the fading axe mark, speechless for a long time.

He looked down at the sword in his hand, then looked up at the sky, a complex expression flashing across his dark golden eyes.

Behind him, thousands of Wuren warriors knelt on the ground, shouting towards the closed passage, "Xingtian! Xingtian!"

On the continent of Jambudvipa, two calamities descended on the same day and vanished on the same day.

The surviving alien Luo-level cultivators fled back to their respective caves in panic, with five out of fourteen gone, suffering heavy losses.

On this day, the myriad races of the primordial world who were still observing received two messages at the same time. The two messages, when combined, were like a slap in the face to everyone.

The human race still has a backup plan.

Humans also have protectors.

As they gazed toward the direction of the Southern Continent, at the re-established Youxiong tribe and the axe mark that stretched across the sky, they suddenly remembered the name that had once ruled the land many years ago!

Fuxi and Shennong.

Those two names hadn't faded from my memory for long before new names began to emerge.

Xuanyuan and Chiyou!

Two names, one in the south and one in the north, hang in the sky above the vast land, like two lamps that have just been lit.

Under the lamplight, those eyes that had coveted the human race were reluctantly beginning to retreat.

But in that Northern Continent.

The aura within one of the cave dwellings remained even and sustained for nearly a cyclical period.

The moment Xing Tian swung his giant axe, tearing through the void and slaying three Great Luo Golden Immortals.

A pair of eyes suddenly opened.

Streams of gaze pierced through layers of rock, casting their light towards the distant south, across most of the primordial world, landing in the void of the Southern Continent.

The axe mark had not completely faded yet.

The demon saint Jiuying raised its head from its lair, its nine necks slowly stretching out from the same chest cavity, swaying several times in the darkness, each head turning towards the south.

Nine pairs of eyes stared simultaneously at the dissipating gray light, their pupils slightly contracting.

"...The Witch Clan."

The sound came from nine mouths simultaneously, chaotic and overlapping, as if nine people were speaking from the same throat.

In a cave further away, a cloud of bluish-gray mist was churning.

The mist condensed into a human shape, then dispersed into a bird shape, repeating this several times before finally settling into the appearance of a tall, slender middle-aged man.

He had narrow, elongated eyebrows and a pale, jade-like complexion. A pair of folded gray wings trailed behind him. He was sitting on the edge of a stone bed, unconsciously twirling a withered blade of grass he had picked from who-knows-where.

Shang Yang exhaled softly, and the breath condensed into a white mist in the cold air, drifting erratically.

"The Witch Clan dares to appear in the primordial world." He spoke, his voice gentle, yet tinged with an inexplicable weariness. "Very well!"

In the Ten Thousand Monsters Mountain...!