I, the primordial ancestor, started out as a useless cult and a useless saint.

Chapter 124 Spreading the Word to Humanity, the Rise of Martial Arts

Ye Yang took a deep breath and said:

"The martial arts of the human race do not respect heaven or earth, but only oneself. This statement is of great significance. When you truly understand it, that will be the day you attain enlightenment."

Upon hearing this, Wu was instantly filled with sorrow. Was this day finally coming?

"Master, are you leaving?"

Ye Yang nodded:

"That's right, you will eventually have to leave. I have taught you everything I could without reservation. How much you can comprehend depends on your own destiny."

Ye Yang stepped forward, patted Wu De's head, and said gently:

"Wu, now that you have grasped the essence of martial arts, I have an important task for you, a task you cannot evade."

"Master, please give your instructions, and I will certainly carry them out."

Ye Yang smiled in surprise:

"Huh? Really? If this mission is fraught with danger and requires you to risk your life, would you still go?"

Wu did not hesitate at all; his eyes were very firm.

"Humans are not afraid of death."

"Well said, but what if this task takes you your entire life to complete?"

Wu looked at Ye Yang, his eyes still firm.

"Master, I have no regrets."

Ye Yang nodded, quite satisfied.

"Very good, Wu. Remember this well. Starting today, I will have you spread the human martial arts you have learned throughout the prehistoric land. I will make sure that every human knows about human martial arts and imprints them in their bones and souls, so that our human race can be passed down from generation to generation. As long as the human race exists, the martial arts will never perish."

Taking a deep breath, Ye Yang continued:

"This path is fraught with peril and danger. For the sake of the entire tribe, you cannot retreat, nor should you. Do you understand?"

Wu slowly knelt down and performed the three kneelings and nine kowtows ceremony before Ye Yang.

"Master, I hereby swear that if the martial arts of the human race cannot be spread to every human being, I am not worthy of the name Wu. Take care, teacher. The human race will surely have every person practice martial arts, and the tradition will continue for thousands of generations."

After kneeling and kowtowing three times, Wu turned and left. Ye Yang nodded excitedly. The martial arts of the human race began here.

"Hehe, when the martial arts of the human race flourish everywhere, that will be the day your martial arts fame resounds throughout the primordial world. At that time, your master will surely applaud you with the grandest ceremony."

Just like Ksitigarbha, who was killed by Ye Yang, the saying goes, "I will not become a Buddha until hell is empty," and now the human race also has a good story.

Ye Yang slowly ascended into the air, unafraid of being discovered. With the support of the power of the earth, the heavenly Dao could not detect him. Ten thousand miles above, Ye Yang looked down and saw only Wu Yi traveling alone, returning to his tribe.

The children who used to bully him have grown up, each one as strong as a tiger or ox. When they saw Wu return, they were all surprised.

"Hey, isn't this the wild kid? How come you've grown so strong after all this time? Your physique is no weaker than ours."

"Hehe, after five years on the run, he's finally back. Let's grab him and take him to pay homage to the great god of the witch clan. If he doesn't kneel today, I'll break his legs."

Seeing the group of three or five burly men running towards him, Wu smiled slightly. Weak, too weak. If this had happened five years ago, he would have been beaten to a pulp. But now…

"Very well, since Master has asked me to spread martial arts, let's start from here."

brush--.

Suddenly, Wu got into a fighting stance and punched back at the opponent's fist.

Rumble.

The power of that punch was terrifying; the force exploded outwards, as if mountains were collapsing and the earth was splitting.

puff--.

puff--.

In an instant, these burly men were sent flying thousands of meters away by the punch. They crashed to the ground with a loud thud, spitting out a mouthful of blood. Terrified, they roared wildly.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible."

He suddenly stood up to fight back, but then felt a piercing pain.

"ah--."

A scream echoed throughout the tribe, not to mention the others.

"What kind of sorcery did you use? Cough cough!"

All that could be seen was Wu walking over with his hands behind his back, looking down at the person lying on the ground, and slowly saying:

"This is not some kind of sorcery; it is the martial art of the human race."

"What? Martial arts?"

Just then, a tremendous sound like an earthquake shook the tribe, and three-meter-tall adults swarmed over.

"What happened?"

Such a commotion could not be kept secret from everyone. When they ran over, they were stunned to see that these people, who were usually as strong as oxen and could be considered the younger generation of the tribe, had been beaten until they vomited blood. The person who did the beating was actually a legitimate human.

"This is impossible. How could someone with such powerful Wu clan blood be defeated by a pure human like you?"

He saw a man carrying a giant hammer and dressed in animal skin rushing over, and he looked on incredulously because the man lying on the ground was his son. How could he not know his own son?

But Wu remained unchanged, turned around and said:

"Why is it impossible? Having the bloodline of the Witch Clan is indeed powerful, but it is not invincible. If you don't believe me, you are welcome to try."

"What? You...you want to fight me?"

The person wielding the giant hammer was also an exception.

"Boy, do you know how strong I am? I can throw a thousand-pound boulder a hundred paces away. Are you sure you want to fight me?"

"Fight! No matter how strong you are, I'll break you with one punch."

Hmm? Something's gotten a little off. A lot of the tribe's humans have gathered around, and they're all horrified when they see Wu.

"Isn't this the wild child who disappeared five years ago? What happened to him?"

"I don't know. Please tell me he wants to challenge the deputy clan leader. I don't know what he's thinking."

As more and more people gathered to watch, the deputy clan leader, wielding the giant hammer, became smug and said:

"Boy, are you trying to compete with me for the position of vice clan leader? Do you know that such behavior will cost you your life?"

If it were in private, it would be fine, but in front of everyone, one has to be serious. Someone is trying to take away one's job; how can one let that go?

It can be said that tribes with Wu clan bloodlines rely on strength to determine who is the leader. Although they have integrated into the human race, they have brought over the Wu clan's ways.

However, Wu looked at the deputy clan leader and after a moment slowly said:

"So what if we die? Humans are not afraid of death."

Rumble.

These words struck like a bolt from the blue. They sounded so familiar, so incredibly familiar, as if they had once resounded throughout the heavens and earth, shaking the very fabric of the universe.

It was this one sentence that deterred all the great beings of the heavens from becoming enemies with the human race, and it was also this sentence that deterred all the saints from entering the primordial world.

It was this statement that paved a bloody path for humanity, making the entire prehistoric world remember the will of humanity: those who offend humanity, no matter how far away, will be punished.

The deputy clan chief's expression turned serious.

"Well said, kid. In that case, I'll send you on your way."

Rumble.

The giant hammer crashed down, creating a huge crater in the ground.

"Boy, this hammer is made from the bones of a demon beast and weighs a ton. Be careful."

As soon as he finished speaking, the deputy clan leader attacked. Wu looked over, and his eyes instantly flashed with terrifying fighting spirit. He clenched his fist, and an indescribable force burst out from his body.

"Hmph, no matter how many tricks you try, I will break through them with force—."

As Wu threw a punch, sand and stones flew and collapsed in an instant, carrying a terrifying Daoist aura.

"Human race, martial arts——."

Rumble.

(End of this chapter)