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

Chapter 217 Martial Ancestor boasts, vowing to kill Yuanshi a hundred times.

Hundreds of millions of kilometers away, a colossal mountain stands there. How tall is it? No one knows, but it's taller than Mount Buzhou. How big is it? No one knows, but it's bigger than the primordial world.

"Could this oppressive aura be emanating from here?"

It was originally invisible in the chaos, but for some reason, the Tongtian Sect Leader seemed to feel that he could see it.

Taking a small step forward suddenly increased the pressure, so I slowly stepped back and felt much better.

A bold idea came to mind.

"Perhaps I can train my will and physique here."

So the Tongtian Sect Leader began to train himself. Half a year passed in the blink of an eye, and the Tongtian Sect Leader had only taken one step forward. This was far inferior to Hong Hongjun back then.

There was nothing that could be done; their cultivation levels were far too low.

The current Tongtian Sect Leader's clone is now infinitely close to the Dao Ancestor realm. Perhaps it is because he has let go of his obsessions, or perhaps it is because he burned away Pangu's primordial spirit and gave birth to the purest Tongtian primordial spirit.

At this point, the Tongtian Sect Leader's talent was fully unleashed. Perhaps his defense was lacking, but in terms of attack, he was definitely the number one person below the Dao Ancestor.

I just don't know when I'll be able to cross that threshold.

Time passed slowly, and nearly three hundred years had gone by. The Tongtian Sect Leader had also made great gains. His swordsmanship became more and more refined, his physical body became more and more solid, and his magical power became more and more profound.

One day, the Tongtian Sect Leader suddenly opened his eyes.

"cut--."

With a loud shout, a sword light burst forth, traveling a distance of billions of kilometers. It might not seem like a long distance, but this sword light was ten times more powerful than the previous one.

A rumbling sound rang out as the sword light plunged into the depths of chaos, heading straight for the enormous skeleton.

*Snap*

It broke very quickly.

"Ahem, not bad, you've improved since before. The distance has increased by a billion kilometers. Good, keep cultivating."

The Tongtian Sect Master used the oppressive aura of the Chaos Beast's corpse to refine his swordsmanship. The closer he got to the beast's corpse, the greater his progress. If he could withstand the oppressive aura of the Chaos Beast's corpse and reach the corpse, then the Tongtian Sect Master's swordsmanship would be considered to have reached its peak.

Chaos knows no bounds, and three hundred years pass in the blink of an eye. At this very moment, on the primordial land, the battle between the demon race, the witch race, and the human race continues.

It may not be as grand as the Lich King's Cataclysm, but it still involves the power of the Lich King's Cataclysm.

Amidst the chaos of battle, the demon and human races were showing signs of defeat, while the witch race, on the other hand, became increasingly powerful.

The tribes of several great shamans, such as Chi You and Xing Tian, ​​went on a killing spree. As races born of heaven and earth and enjoying the blessings of Pangu, they were naturally powerful.

The power of the Lich Calamity above the primordial world is becoming increasingly concentrated, faintly approaching the concentration it reached after Hongjun's first sermon.

"That damned sage from the Daoist lineage actually dared to block my doorstep."

The Heavenly Saint was also feeling frustrated. The Earthly Emperor had already been born, and if the plan succeeded, it would be a great achievement. However, when Nuwa left the Nuwa Palace, she found that she was blocked at the door by Hongyun. She was furious and fought several battles, but was eventually beaten into submission.

The same applies to other Heavenly Saints.

They could only watch helplessly as the human emperor grew stronger.

Inside the Purple Cloud Palace, Hongjun was naturally aware of all this, but he was determined to obtain the destiny of the human race. Looking at the primordial land, Hongjun smiled slightly, already understanding in his heart that it was no longer possible to seize destiny through force.

"Ancestor of Humanity, since that's the case, then let this holy avatar personally reincarnate. The Earth Emperor has already emerged, so I will seize the throne of the Human Emperor."

As soon as he finished speaking, Hongjun waved his hand, and one of his clones quietly entered the cycle of reincarnation, unnoticed by anyone.

In the primordial world, over the course of three hundred years, many new human races were born, and many humans with considerable cultivation lived to be over three hundred years old.

On the vast land, an old man with a hunched back walked forward with a cane in one hand and a small basket on his back filled with dense flowers, grass and trees.

"Pah—it tastes bitter, and has a spicy, cooling aroma."

"And this, it stinks so bad, ugh—who the hell doesn't have any sense of public decency and poops everywhere like that? Ugh, ugh."

This person was Shennong. He should have died long ago after three hundred years, but he had been tasting hundreds of herbs since childhood, accumulating countless herbal essences in his body, which made Shennong's physique stronger and stronger. In addition, he was protected by the Scepter of the Ancestor of Humanity.

It can be said that as long as one doesn't do anything reckless, Shennong will not die.

From the sky, Ye Yang was also embarrassed to see this scene. He had tasted excrement instead of herbs. He was so frustrated.

Since Chaos returned, Ye Yang has been protecting Shennong, watching Shennong grow up and grow old, and watching Shennong take one step at a time to find a way to relieve suffering.

It must be said that the harvest was indeed enormous. Over the past three hundred years, Shennong has visited countless tribes. Whether they were human tribes or witch tribes, they dared not act recklessly when they saw Shennong arrive. Even the demon tribes dared to stay far away when they saw him.

They all remembered the aura of the Human Ancestor's Scepter. There was a mental curse in their minds: they could offend anyone, but they must never offend the Human Ancestor.

Whenever Shennong visited a tribe, he would treat animals and pass on his healing methods. He might also treat injured animals he encountered on the road. Over time, wild animals began to protect Shennong.

For three hundred years, Shennong traveled all over the prehistoric world, recording the functions of countless plant essences in his mind, enabling the wounded members of the human race to recover and continue fighting on the battlefield.

Thanks to Shennong's efforts, the mortality rate of the human race has been greatly reduced, which makes Ye Yang very satisfied.

"Judging by the time, Shennong should be about to attain enlightenment soon."

Looking towards the former Buzhou Mountains and the shores of the East China Sea, Ye Yang smiled. He only needed to wait for Shennong to arrive at the birthplace of the human race, and Shennong would have achieved his goal.

However, at that moment, a voice suddenly entered Ye Yang's mind.

"Ancestor of Humanity, please come to the Underworld."

"Pingxin? What would I do in the underworld?"

However, Ye Yang knew that something must have happened, but the protection of Shennong could not be neglected.

"Wu, take good care of Shennong. I'll be right back."

Emperor Wuzu, who was blocking the Jade Void Palace, immediately bowed in the air.

"Master, go in peace. I will take good care of Junior Brother."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Martial Ancestor Emperor headed straight for the Primordial World, but before leaving, he looked at the Primordial Heavenly Venerable of the Jade Void Palace and said:

"Yuanshi, listen to me, if you dare to step out of the Jade Void Palace, I will kill you a hundred times over. Remember, a hundred times over."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Martial Ancestor Emperor had disappeared. In an instant, the clouds and mist of Jade Void Palace dispersed, revealing the figure of the Primordial Heavenly Venerable. All that could be seen was that the Primordial Heavenly Venerable's face was as angry as a steamed bun.

"This is outrageous! This is outrageous! Emperor Wuzu, I curse your ancestors!"

Gasping for breath, Yuanshi Tianzun's face had been slapped hard. Just now, the voice of Wuzu Tianhuang had pierced through the Thirty-Three Heavens, and all the saints of the heavens had heard it clearly.

"Hmph, you think you can just say I can't go out? I'm going out anyway, so what if you try and bite me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yuanshi Tianzun took a step forward.

(End of this chapter)