Primordial Era: Demon Clan Massacre? I Summon Qin Shi Huang

Whoosh whoosh whoosh—!

A sudden gust of wind arose!

The suction force emanating from the black hole in the broken bowl was terrifying beyond imagination.

On the battlefield, the millions of headless demon corpses piled up like mountains were powerless against this suction force, like fallen leaves in the autumn wind.

Enormous demonic bodies rose into the air and were frantically swallowed by the black hole.

Along with the blood mist filling the sky, the severed limbs scattered everywhere, and the blood river still flowing on the ground, all of them turned into blood-red streams that flowed into the bottomless abyss.

That broken bowl looked like the gaping maw of an ancient, ferocious beast.

greedy.

Endless greed.

No matter how many corpses are put in, it will never be full.

Ying Zheng's pupils contracted slightly as he watched this scene.

He could sense that the enormous essence and demonic power contained within those demon corpses were being absorbed and transformed by the broken bowl in an incredible way.

"What kind of supernatural power is this?"

Li Shimin was also shocked, and he even forgot to put away the lance in his hand.

He had seen many powerful magical artifacts, but this was the first time he had ever seen one that could eat corpses.

Su Han didn't speak, but the smile on his lips deepened.

He knew the system wouldn't let him down.

Zhu Yuanzhang's golden touch was indeed quite extraordinary.

"Refine!"

"Refine it for us!"

Zhu Yuanzhang formed hand seals, his ten fingers flying, casting out a series of extremely profound and mysterious spells.

Those incantations disappeared into the black hole, instantly triggering earth-shattering changes.

boom!

Deep within the black hole, a raging fire erupted.

The flames were strangely colored; they were neither red nor gold, but a deep, dark green, with wisps of black smoke.

Ghostly Fire!

sizzle...

A chilling sound rang out.

That was the sound of flesh and blood being burned and refined.

A strange fragrance filled the air, mingled with the stench of blood, yet carrying a hint of sweetness; it smelled...

Somewhat tempting?

Inside the black hole, the corpses of a million demon soldiers are undergoing a transformative metamorphosis.

The putrid flesh was removed.

The violent and malevolent energy was purified.

The complex demonic power was purified.

In the end, only the most essential and purest source of life remains.

The whole process lasted about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

Then--

The broken bowl is turned upside down.

The bowl is facing down.

Splash!

It's like the Milky Way flowing backwards!

Countless crystal-clear pills poured out of the black hole, like a red rainstorm, sprinkling every corner of the ancestral land of the human race.

Each of those pills was only the size of a longan, and its entire body was an eerie blood red color, reflecting a gem-like luster in the sunlight.

The elixir landed on the ground, releasing a wonderful fragrance.

The fragrance enters the nasal cavity and travels throughout the body along the meridians. Just smelling it makes one feel relaxed and comfortable, as if soaking in a hot spring.

"This is……"

Suirenshi trembled as he picked up a pill that had fallen to his feet, his old eyes filled with shock.

He could feel that the energy contained in this tiny pill was as vast as the ocean!

"The Blood Pill of Ten Thousand Spirits"

Zhu Yuanzhang took back the broken bowl, rubbed it on his clothes like a precious treasure, and grinned.

"It is refined from the essence and blood of a million demon soldiers, and one pill can sustain ten years of arduous cultivation."

"Eat! Give us all the food!"

"Only when you're full will you have the strength to slay demons!"

He waved his hand and spoke loudly.

"Thank you for your grace, Your Majesty!"

"Thank you for your grace, Emperor Wu!"

Millions of humans shouted in unison, their voices soaring to the heavens.

No one hesitated.

They grabbed the blood pills from the ground, stuffed them into their mouths, and swallowed them in large gulps.

boom!

The first breakthrough was announced.

A young human who was originally just an ordinary person broke through to the Qi Refining stage in the blink of an eye after swallowing a Blood Pill, his bones crackling all over his body.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Immediately afterwards, the sounds of breakthroughs rose and fell, like a series of firecrackers.

Fairy!

True immortal!

Mysterious Immortal!

Some with exceptional talent even broke through directly to the Golden Immortal realm!

The spiritual energy above the entire ancestral land of the human race was boiling, and the celestial phenomena were changing.

Five-colored auspicious clouds gathered, and thousands of auspicious omens appeared, as if even the Heavenly Dao was celebrating the rise of the human race.

Standing on high ground, overlooking everything, Su Han felt an indescribable surge of pride.

This is what he wanted.

It's not about the strength of one person, but the rise of the entire race.

[Ding! Detected a surge in the overall strength of the human race, with the power of faith converging!]

[Luck value increased by 500 million points!]

[Ding! Detected that the host has summoned the heroic spirit "Zhu Yuanzhang," turning trash into treasure, greatly boosting the morale of the human race!]

[Luck value increased by 300 million points!]

The system notification sounded in his mind, and Su Han nodded slightly.

A virtuous cycle has been formed.

Slay demons to gain fortune.

Luck summons heroic spirits.

Heroic Spirits enhance the human race.

The stronger the human race, the more fortune it generates.

As this cycle continues, the human race will only grow stronger, and he, the Martial Ancestor, will also grow stronger.

"This broken bowl..."

Ying Zheng stepped forward, his gaze falling on the chipped porcelain bowl in Zhu Yuanzhang's hand, which had been restored to its original state, and a hint of admiration flashed in his eyes.

"The ability to transform discarded corpses into strategic resources is a divine skill in warfare."

"I admire you."

For the mighty Emperor Chenglong to utter the word "admire" shows that he truly acknowledged Zhu Yuanzhang's authority.

"hey-hey."

Zhu Yuanzhang scratched his messy hair and grinned.

"Your Majesty, you are too kind. I am just a farmer by birth and have no great abilities."

"This bowl is just right."

He held up the broken bowl to the sunlight, his eyes filled with appreciation.

"Anything that wants to eat us, whether it's a demon, a monster, or a god, will become our military rations once it enters our bowl!"

"Turning waste into treasure, increasing revenue and reducing expenditure—that's the way to live!"

Li Shimin listened with amusement.

"Emperor Ming's words, though rough, are reasonable; I like them!"

"From now on, the three of us will team up. I will be in charge of the battle, the Qin Emperor will be in charge of suppressing the destiny, and the Ming Emperor will be in charge of logistical support. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"

"Hahaha!"

The three emperors looked at each other and laughed heartily, their laughter echoing across the ancestral land of humanity.

Seeing this scene, Su Han couldn't help but smile.

The domineering Ancestral Dragon.

The iron-blooded General Tian Ce.

A down-to-earth beggar emperor.

Three completely different styles, yet all three are the most brilliant pearls in human history.

With the help of these three people, what great things cannot be accomplished?

He looked up at the sky, his gaze piercing through the clouds, as if he could see the demon race's heavenly court beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens.

"Dijun, Taiyi..."

Su Han muttered to himself, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"Your good days are over."

……

Thirty-three days away.

The Heavenly Court of the Demon Clan, the Lingxiao Palace.

The magnificent hall was now filled with a suffocating and oppressive atmosphere.

Emperor Jun, the Demon Emperor, sat upright on the Nine-Dragon Throne, his face ashen.

Before him floated a huge mirror—the Haotian Mirror.

The mirror clearly reflects everything that happened in the ancestral land of humanity.

Jingguan (a mound of skulls).

The mound of skulls made up of a million demon heads was like a thorn stuck deep in Di Jun's heart.

What he found even more unbearable was what happened next.

That human named Zhu Yuanzhang actually disposed of the corpses of a million demon soldiers...

The elixir has been successfully refined?

Then they distributed it to humans to eat?!

"This is outrageous!!"

Di Jun suddenly stood up, and the True Fire of the Sun around him surged wildly, burning several maids beside him to ashes.

"Slaughter my million sons, build a mound of corpses to humiliate this emperor..."

"And now they're even turning their corpses into elixirs and eating them?!"

"Human race... Su Han..."

"You're all asking for death!!"

Di Jun's voice was like thunder, echoing throughout the hall and making the demon generals kneeling below tremble.

They had never seen the Demon Emperor so enraged.

The killing intent was so intense it almost solidified, making it hard to breathe.

"Pass on the order!"

Di Jun took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the anger in his heart, his voice icy cold and devoid of any warmth.

"Ring the Demon-Gathering Bell!"

"Awaken all the demon gods and demon saints who have gone into seclusion!"

"All 365 Great Luo Golden Immortals of the Celestial Star Array have been assembled!"

He descended the Nine Dragon Throne step by step, each step causing the entire Lingxiao Palace to tremble.

"I, the Emperor... will personally lead the army into battle!"

"If the human race is not annihilated today, I swear I will not return to court!!"

Boom-!

Boom-!

Boom-!

Ancient and desolate bell tolled from the deepest part of the demon race's heavenly court.

That is the Demon Gathering Bell.

This is a treasure that is only activated when the demon race faces a life-or-death battle.

The distant sound of the bell pierced through the thirty-three heavens and spread throughout the entire primordial land.

Countless demon gods and demon saints who were in seclusion opened their eyes.

Countless ancient ferocious beasts that had been hiding in the deep mountains and marshes raised their heads.

Countless demons scattered throughout the primordial world heard the summons from the Heavenly Court.

That was the clarion call of war.

That was the prelude to destruction!

……