Primordial Era: Cultivation level equals the sum of the Jie Sect's total; the Three Pure Ones a

Xuan Du's figure merged into the void and sped towards the shore of the East Sea.

His cultivation as a Primordial Golden Immortal allowed him to traverse endless mountains and rivers wherever his thoughts led.

However, he felt no joy at the breakthrough; instead, he was overwhelmed by a sense of urgency.

Based on past life memories and the timeline of the primordial era, the first great war between the Lich King and the Demon King has already ended.

Dao Ancestor Hongjun intervened to mediate, establishing a rule that demons would control the heavens and witches would control the earth, thus temporarily trucing the two sides.

But beneath this calm surface, turbulent undercurrents are brewing.

Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi will sooner or later discover the astonishing restraining power of human blood on the physical bodies of the Wu people.

At that time, hundreds of millions of humans will become food for the enemy, and be slaughtered to forge swords—a catastrophe of immense scale!

"We must act before the demon race launches a large-scale attack!"

Xuan Du's eyes were icy, and he increased his speed by three points.

Originally, it was a human tribe from the coast of the East China Sea.

I heard that the sage Laozi of Taiqing had gained enlightenment from the human race, established a religion, and became a sage.

That's why, with a sliver of hope, he traveled through mountains and rivers to Shouyang Mountain to become a disciple and kneel in fervor, begging for a chance to become a disciple.

Now, he is a Primordial Golden Immortal and a direct disciple of the Intercepting Sect, possessing the power to protect his clansmen!

We must never allow this tragedy to repeat itself!

Before long, the vast East China Sea came into view.

A salty, damp sea breeze swept over me, carrying the desolate, primordial atmosphere unique to the land.

However, they had not yet truly reached the human settlements on the shores of the East China Sea.

Xuandu sensed an intense, overwhelming resentment.

Immediately afterwards, a powerful pressure carrying overwhelming demonic energy appeared clearly in his consciousness!

"The demonic aura of a peak Great Luo Golden Immortal?"

Xuan Du's pupils suddenly contracted, and his heart sank.

At this time and place, a great demon at the peak of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm appeared?

This is no coincidence!

His divine sense surged forth instantly, cautiously probing towards the source of the demonic energy.

The divine sense of a Primordial Golden Immortal far surpasses that of a Great Luo Immortal. Silently, it pierced through layers of void, clearly reflecting the distant scene in its mind.

In the devastated valley, the earth was stained dark red with blood, and severed limbs and broken bodies were scattered everywhere, all human corpses dressed in simple burlap!

A dense aura of death and resentment permeated the valley.

In the center of that mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, a figure was laughing wildly.

It had a human body and a bird's head, with two wings on its back, and its body was filled with demonic energy and ferocious flames.

The aura emanating from his body was clearly that of a peak Great Luo Golden Immortal!

"A ghost train!"

Xuan Du's eyes instantly turned icy cold!

One of the Ten Great Demon Saints of the Demon Clan, Guiche!

Infamous for his ferocity and bloodthirstiness!

Opposite the ghost carriage, a burly, tall man of the Wu tribe, with bronze skin and a surging aura like a furnace, was kneeling on the ground, covered in blood and panting heavily.

Its aura is roughly at the level of a Taiyi Golden Immortal.

At this moment, the burly man from the witch clan had bloodshot eyes, staring intently at the laughing ghost chariot, his eyes filled with humiliation and rage.

Blood flowed freely from the wound, indicating that the person had suffered severe injuries.

"Hahaha! A mere Taiyi Witch General dares to spy on my actions? How presumptuous!"

The ghost bird's sharp eyes were full of mockery.

Instead of immediately killing him, he toyed with the shaman general.

"You demons... what kind of skill is it to slaughter weak humans!"

The burly man from the Wu tribe gritted his teeth, his voice hoarse, and tried to struggle to his feet, but the movement aggravated his injuries, causing him to spit out another mouthful of blood.

"Weak?"

The ghost chuckled, casually flapped its wings, and sneered:

"Don't you, the Wu clan, pride yourselves on your physical strength, neglecting the cultivation of the primordial spirit and only venerating Pangu?"

"Isn't it ironic that I would die today protecting this weak human race?"

Before he finished speaking, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and he unleashed another sharp demonic aura, aiming straight for the knee of the witch clan man!

"puff!"

The burly man from the Wu tribe let out a muffled groan, his massive body unable to support him any longer, and he collapsed forward with a thud.

And the direction he fell was right in front of a pool of blood that had gathered the blood of dozens of humans!

The mocking smile on Guiche's face widened, tinged with anticipation.

"Yes, that's it... Lie down!"

"Use your proud witch clan faces to touch the filthy blood of these ants!"

Upon seeing this, Xuan Du's heart sank.

Ghost Car's actions were by no means an unintentional prank!

If this Taiyi Witch General were to be stained with human blood, with his peak Great Luo Golden Immortal perception, he would instantly be able to sense the blood's restraining effect on the witch's physical body!

At that time, the tragedy in this valley today will become the beginning of the massacre of all human tribes that will sweep across the prehistoric world!

The Witch-Slaying Sword will be forged just like the original!

As his thoughts settled, Xuan Du's eyes sharpened, and he hesitated no longer.

He took a step forward, and his figure disappeared into the void.

The next moment, it silently appeared between the burly man of the witch clan and the ghost carriage.

It happened to be right in front of that pool of dark red blood.

At this moment, the shaman was struggling to steady himself and avoid falling into the pool of blood.

Ghost Car wore a cruel smile.

Xuan Du appeared without any warning.

It was as if he had always stood there, becoming one with this blood-soaked valley.

He didn't look at the burly man from the Wu tribe struggling to support himself behind him; his gaze calmly fell on the bewildered Gui Che.

At the same time, he slightly raised his right hand and made a gesture of support behind him.

An irresistible, invisible force instantly supported the burly man of the witch clan, lifting him steadily and distancing him from the pool of blood.

All of this happened in an instant.

The sinister smile on Guiche's face suddenly froze.

Those sharp bird eyes were first blank, then turned into incredulous astonishment, and finally turned into a raging fire of offense!

A human?

How dare a mere human ant show himself in front of him, the Ghost Chariot Demon Saint?

How dare you interfere in his game?

"Insects! How dare you disturb my enjoyment?"

The ghostly chariot roared in fury, its sharp, piercing voice carrying a powerful demonic aura that shook the entire valley.

The terrifying demonic aura of the peak Great Luo Golden Immortal was no longer held back and erupted with a roar, pressing down fiercely on Xuandu!

He wanted to grind this ignorant human, along with the damned witch general behind him, into dust!

However, this demonic aura was powerful enough to annihilate the soul of a Taiyi Golden Immortal.

Xuan Du simply stood there quietly, his blue robes fluttering in the raging demonic wind, yet his figure remained unmoved.

Even the hem of her clothes remained perfectly in place.

The wave of demonic energy, powerful enough to tear the void apart, vanished silently when it approached within three feet of him.

It's as if it never existed.

Ghost Chariot's pupils suddenly contracted, and the expression on the bird's head froze completely.

How... is this possible?

He's a peak Grand Luo Golden Immortal! One of the Ten Great Demon Saints of the Demon Clan!

The full power of the demon was so great that it couldn't even lift the hem of a human's clothes.

This person... is definitely no ordinary mortal!

"Who are you?"

Guiche shouted sharply, his voice carrying an unprecedented solemnity and a hint of barely perceptible surprise.

He stared intently at Xuan Du, trying to see through his background.

However, in his perception, the other party's aura was peaceful, as if it were integrated with the surrounding world, and unfathomable.

It's impossible to discern their specific level of attainment!

This horrified him even more.

Xuan Du did not answer Gui Che's question.

His gaze swept over the mountain of corpses of his tribesmen piled up in the valley.

A chilling killing intent slowly rose from the depths of his heart.

"Ghost train".

Xuan Du finally spoke, his voice calm, yet carrying a chilling undertone.

"What grudge do you hold against the humans of this land? Why must you commit such an act of extermination?"

Upon hearing this, the ghost carriage seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world, and its bird-headed head let out a sharp, eerie laugh:

"What is there to complain about? Hahaha! Weakness is the original sin!"

"My demon race desires to rule the primordial world and sweep away all obstacles. It is an honor for these weak humans to become food for my sons!"

His tone was arrogant, carrying the innate arrogance of the demon race.

Xuan Du's gaze grew increasingly cold.

"So, you're saying that slaughtering the weak is the way of your demon race?"

Upon hearing this, Guiche sneered:

"The law of the jungle, where the strong prey on the weak, is an ironclad rule!"

"What? You want to stand up for them? With your abilities?"

Although he was surprised and doubtful about Xuandu's abilities, he was confident in himself as a demon saint of the demon race, possessing great supernatural powers.

With the Demon Court as their backing, why would they truly fear a human of unknown origin?

Even if the other party has some tricks up their sleeve, would they dare to be an enemy of the entire demon race?

The two Demon Emperors of the Demon Court are both at the peak of Quasi-Saint level.

Aside from saints, who would dare to provoke them?

Upon hearing this, Xuandu smiled.

"Since that's the case, I'll let you experience the true meaning of the law of the jungle!"

He took a step forward.

Just one step.

The peaceful aura around him suddenly changed!

A primordial Daoist aura, transcending all things, free from the constraints of the Heavenly Dao, and forming its own laws, descended with a thunderous roar!

"Buzz!"

The world lost its color, and the wind and clouds swirled upside down!

The overwhelming demonic energy permeating the valley instantly dissipated and disintegrated under this pure, primordial pressure!

Space seemed to be frozen by an invisible force, and time itself slowed down.

When he sensed an aura far surpassing that of a Grand Luo Golden Immortal descending, Guiche was completely dumbfounded!