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

On the shore of the East China Sea, the Martial Arts Monument stands majestically.

The ancient and dignified stele, with its chaotic color, is imbued with the true meaning of martial arts and the aura of merit.

Beneath the monument, tens of thousands of human disciples sit cross-legged year-round, eyes closed, concentrating on sensing the martial arts heritage within.

The sound of qi and blood circulating was like muffled thunder, and the sound of muscles and bones resonating echoed throughout the surrounding area.

However, at this moment...

Beneath the Martial Arts Heavenly Stele, the three—Suiren, Youchao, and Ziyi—showed no joy whatsoever.

The three sat around a blue stone, their faces extremely solemn, their brows furrowed with worry and barely suppressed anger.

"Another tribe of newly born humans... has been wiped out."

Suirenshi spoke slowly, his voice hoarse, the veins on the back of his hand holding the firewood staff bulging.

He held a dull bone fragment in his hand, on which twisted totems were etched in blood, the last cry for help from a newly formed human tribe in the distance.

But now, the blood-red light on the bone fragments has long since faded, and the totem is shattered, meaning that the new human race of that tribe... has been completely wiped out.

"That's the thirty-seventh one."

Youchao slammed his fist heavily onto the bluestone, and the stone surface cracked with fine lines.

His chest heaved violently, and his eyes were bloodshot.

"Those demons...they're completely unreasonable!"

"They specifically target newly formed tribes! They kill newly minted humans who haven't yet become disciples of Master Xuandu!"

Ziyi silently draped a supple battle armor woven from spirit herbs over her shoulders, a cold glint flashing in her beautiful eyes:

"The Demon Court is trying to destroy the very foundation of our human race."

"They know that newborn humans who have not formally acknowledged a master are not considered disciples of the Jie Sect, and killing them would have no karmic consequences."

"Furthermore, I know that... human blood has a remarkable effect on the physical body of the witch race, and it is the key to forging that witch-slaying sword."

She took a deep breath, her voice as cold as ice:

"So, they never gave up."

"A hundred years ago, we suffered a setback on the shores of the East China Sea, but we temporarily avoided the sharp edge."

"Now...they've come again."

"Moreover, the demon soldiers and generals who came were no longer ordinary demon soldiers and generals."

Suirenshi closed his eyes, and the wrinkles on his aged face deepened:

"Three days ago, the leader of the Chishui tribe was the Nine-Headed Demon God, a mid-stage Great Luo Golden Immortal."

"Yesterday's remnants of Qingqiu were also secretly overseen by Bai Ze."

"Although the three of us are at the early stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm..."

He slowly opened his eyes, his gaze filled with helplessness and sorrow:

"But faced with such a situation... we can't protect them."

"We can't protect those newborn humans, we can't protect those newly born hopes."

silence.

Dead silence.

Only the roaring of blood and qi emanating from the clansmen immersed in cultivation beneath the Martial Dao Heavenly Stele in the distance, and the mournful sound of the waves crashing against the shore further away.

After a century of martial arts practice, the human race has indeed become powerful.

Hundreds of true immortals and tens of thousands of celestial immortals were born.

But when faced with a behemoth like the Demon Court... they are still as insignificant as dust.

A Great Luo Golden Immortal is already considered a powerful figure in the prehistoric world.

How many Great Luo Immortals does the Demon Court have?

With the addition of Cizhe, who just broke through to the Quasi-Saint level, all ten Demon Gods are now Quasi-Saints!

All 365 Zhou Tian Xing Jun are Da Luo!

Not to mention the two high-ranking demon emperors, both at the peak of the Quasi-Saint realm, wielding innate treasures with unfathomable power.

Humans... what can they use to stop them?

"If Master were here..."

Youchao murmured softly, a glimmer of hope flashing in his eyes.

A hundred years ago, the image of that figure in green standing atop the altar, confronting the three saints, erecting the Martial Dao Heavenly Stele, and cutting off a glimmer of hope for humanity, has long been imprinted deep within the soul of every human being.

But now...

"Our master went into seclusion a hundred years ago."

Ziyi shook his head slightly:

"After leaving the pass, he went straight to Beihai and has not returned to this day."

"Distant water cannot quench a nearby fire."

"Moreover... although Master is strong, he is ultimately just one person."

"If the Demon Court is determined to slaughter the newborn human race, even if Master himself comes, how many places can he protect?"

Upon hearing this, the three fell silent once again.

Yes.

No matter how powerful Master Xuandu is, he is ultimately just one person.

The newly formed human tribes are scattered throughout the prehistoric world, numbering in the tens of millions.

Even if Master possesses extraordinary abilities, how can he possibly be all-encompassing?

"Are we... just going to stand by and watch those newborn humans be slaughtered?"

"Watching the demon race forge swords with the blood of my race, then slaughter the witch race and unleash a great calamity?"

Suirenshi suddenly stood up and slammed his firewood staff heavily on the ground!

"Bang!"

"No!"

"Absolutely not!"

"We humans can die in battle, we can let rivers of blood flow, but we must never... become tools for others to slaughter our own kind!"

Youchao and Ziyi rose at the same time, their qi and blood suddenly erupting!

The pressure of the early stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal was released without reservation, stirring up the wind and clouds, and even causing the Martial Dao Heavenly Stele to resonate slightly!

"Then let's fight!"

Youchao's voice boomed like a bell, his eyes burning with fighting spirit:

"Send word to all humans who have reached the Celestial Immortal and True Immortal levels!"

"Abandon the outer tribes, consolidate the defensive line, and concentrate all newborn human children within a hundred miles of the Martial Dao Heavenly Stele on the shore of the East Sea!"

"The three of us will personally oversee this!"

"If the demon race dares to come... let them see just how much blood and guts our human race has accumulated over the past hundred years of martial arts!"

With a gentle wave of her jade-like hand, the spirit herb battle robe around her fluttered without wind, emanating a supple and enduring Daoist aura:

"I have contacted several fellow cultivators who are on good terms with me, and they are willing to lend a hand to the human race."

"Although they are only at the True Immortal or Golden Immortal level, they are still... a helpful asset."

Suiren nodded emphatically:

"good!"

"I will now use the torch to send a message and gather all my people!"

He raised his wooden staff high, and a blazing flame shot into the sky, exploding into a magnificent fire lotus in the air!

The fire lotus bloomed, transforming into countless streams of light that shot rapidly towards all corners of the primordial world!

That was an urgent call to action to pass on the torch of humanity!

Those of mortal blood who see the fire lotus will feel a connection and quickly return to their ancestral land!

"Hopefully... it's not too late."

Suirenshi gazed at the receding flames and murmured softly.

Youchao and Ziyi stood side by side, their gazes fixed on the distant horizon, where... a faint demonic aura was beginning to gather.

A storm is brewing.

Just as the three Suirenshi were filled with anxiety.

"Buzz!"

Before the Martial Arts Heavenly Stele, a ripple spread out in the void without warning.

A figure in green robes slowly emerged from the ripples, his clothes perfectly in place, his black hair flowing over his shoulders, and a fleeting image of chaos and impending doom flashed in his eyes.

It was none other than Xuandu!

"Master?"

Suirenshi, Youchaoshi, and Ziyishi trembled violently and cried out in alarm!

Then, ecstasy instantly dispelled the gloom between their brows!

At this crucial moment, Master Xuandu actually returned!

"Disciple greets Master!"

The three immediately knelt down, their voices trembling with excitement.

Xuan Du slightly raised his hand, and an invisible, gentle force lifted the three of them up.

"No need for such formalities, sages."

His gaze swept over the three men's weathered and indignant faces, his voice calm:

"You have no choice but to accept me as your master, it was originally to protect the human race."

"From now on... just call me Xuan Du."

Although his tone was calm, it carried an undeniable determination.

The three members of the Suiren clan exchanged glances, a warm feeling welling up in their hearts, but they dared not actually address him as such, only nodding emphatically:

"good."

Xuan Du nodded slightly, then turned his gaze to the distant horizon.

There, the demonic aura, though faint, slowly gathered, carrying with it a chilling sense of bloodshed and slaughter.

His brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.

Having already announced to the world that he had taken billions of human beings as his disciples, the fate of the human race was now bound to the Jie Sect.

The demon race... how dare they so blatantly slaughter humans?

Moreover, they are among the billions of people who have joined the Jie Sect.

Do you really think he's made of mud?

Do they really think the sword of the Intercepting Sect is ineffective?