Primordial Era: Mistakenly Taking Emperor Xin as Father, Nuwa is Destroyed at the Start

Di Xin and Huang Feihu were stunned by Li Xuan's word "kill".

It took me a while to come to my senses.

Di Xin took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in his heart.

His eyes were fixed on Li Xuan, filled with eager anticipation.

"Xuan'er, killing... we must kill! But the key question is, how? Who will do the killing?"

He eagerly awaited Li Xuan's next words.

Seeing their "it's all up to you" expressions, Li Xuan simply shrugged.

"You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask?"

His tone was so relaxed it was almost irritating.

"Let them kill whoever they want. I'm not the Real Emperor, why should I worry about this?"

Di Xin and Huang Feihu were completely dumbfounded.

"No, it can be like this?" Di Xin almost choked on his breath.

"Are you kidding me, bro?" Huang Feihu was also dumbfounded.

"How could you not know that?"

Li Xuan looked completely at ease.

"Why not?"

He even comforted them instead.

"Anyway, it has nothing to do with us. If the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up, so it's not a big problem."

"Damn it, what kind of tall guy is this?!" Di Xin couldn't help but curse in his heart, his face turning red.

"We're tall!" he almost blurted out, but he managed to hold it back, feeling a deep sense of powerlessness wash over him.

Huang Feihu also looked constipated, wanting to refute but not knowing how to say it.

Li Xuan's stomach suddenly rumbled, breaking the awkward yet somewhat amusing silence.

Su Daji immediately understood and said softly, "Young master, I'll go cook."

"Alright, I'll help you out." Li Xuan stood up and patted his butt.

He turned to Di Xin and Huang Feihu, who were still standing there, and said, "Father, Uncle Huang, you two sit down and rest for a while. You can read a book to pass the time if you have nothing to do."

He pointed to the forgotten pile of "garbage" in the corner of the courtyard wall.

"After all, books hold a wealth of knowledge and beauty, right?"

After saying that, he and Su Daji went into the kitchen one after the other.

Only Di Xin and Huang Feihu remained in the courtyard, staring at each other with heavy hearts.

Huang Feihu gritted his teeth, his face showing a ruthless determination.

"Your Majesty!" he said in a low voice, his tone resolute.

"If all else fails, I am willing to go! I will risk my life to kill Feng Yi!"

Di Xin looked at him, sighed, and shook his head.

"King Wu Cheng, I know of your loyalty. But Feng Yi is a righteous god of the Heavenly Court, with considerable power, and he is based in the Yellow River region."

He patted Huang Feihu on the shoulder.

"Your strength... is not enough to guarantee victory. Besides, you are not good at naval warfare, so this journey will be extremely dangerous, with a slim chance of survival."

Upon hearing this, Huang Feihu deflated like a punctured balloon, his fierce spirit vanished, his shoulders slumped, and his face was filled with frustration and resentment.

"Sigh..." He sighed heavily, his fists clenched tightly.

Seeing him like this, Di Xin felt bad too, and could only comfort him, "Don't worry, there will always be a way."

He stood up, paced around the courtyard, and his gaze swept across the area before finally settling on the corner that Li Xuan had pointed out earlier.

The pile of things was carelessly tossed aside next to the woodpile, with a thick stack of books on top of it.

"There are beauties in books?" Di Xin muttered to himself with a self-deprecating tone, simply wanting to pass the time and distract himself from his boredom as he walked over.

He bent down and casually picked up the thick book on top, wanting to see what kind of "leisure book" it was.

The book was picked up, revealing a corner of the bronze pillar-shaped object underneath, which had a grotesque appearance and was covered with strange patterns.

Di Xin's gaze unconsciously fell on it.

At first it was just a casual glance, but the next moment, his pupils suddenly contracted!

"Um?!"

As if he had discovered something incredible, he immediately put down the book in his hand, squatted down, and carefully examined the bronze torture instrument model.

He reached out his finger and carefully touched the cold, mysteriously patterned bronze surface.

An extremely pure and incomparably sharp aura emanated from his fingertips.

Di Xin gasped, his eyes widening even further.

"This...this feel...this scent..."

He suddenly looked up at Huang Feihu, who had also come closer, his voice filled with disbelief and astonishment.

"King Wu Cheng, feel this! This...this thing, could it be made from the essence of innate Geng metal?!"

Upon hearing this, Huang Feihu quickly squatted down and reached out to touch the bronze pillar.

The moment his fingertips touched it, the sharp aura that seemed to tear his soul apart and the heavy texture sent a shiver down his spine.

He carefully stroked every line on the pillar, feeling the ancient and violent aura contained within it, his shock even greater than that of Emperor Xin.

"Your Majesty! This...this is definitely not some toy mold!"

Huang Feihu's voice trembled slightly with excitement.

He stood up abruptly, pointed at the bronze pillar, and said decisively:

"This is a genuine torture device! A genuine innate spiritual treasure! The inscriptions on it are genuine innate runes! This aura, this oppressive power... there's absolutely no mistake!"

Di Xin also stood up abruptly, staring at that inconspicuous corner.

"A primordial spiritual treasure?!"

He felt his brain wasn't working properly.

"Has my son gone mad? Using a primordial spiritual treasure as a toy? And just tossing it around in this corner?!"

Huang Feihu was so excited that he kept rubbing his hands together.

"Your Majesty! Don't you understand yet? This is no coincidence!"

"What did you just say, young master? 'Kill whoever you want,' 'Look at the book'... and then you specifically pointed to this corner! This torture device is under this book!"

He became more and more excited as he spoke, and his voice rose several decibels.

"Is this an implication? With such a deadly weapon, dealing with that scoundrel Feng Yi will be a piece of cake! Young master, are you showing us the way?"

Huang Feihu rubbed his hands together, his eyes burning with fighting spirit, and couldn't wait to grab the copper pillar that could burn irons.

"Your Majesty! Time is of the essence! This humble general will immediately take this treasure to Mengjin and burn that wicked god Feng Yi, who has harmed the people, to ashes! I will seek justice for those three hundred wronged souls!"

He reached out to grab the bronze pillar.

"King Wu Cheng! Wait!"

Di Xin suddenly spoke up and called out to him again.

Huang Feihu paused, looking at Di Xin with confusion.

"His Majesty?"

Di Xin's gaze, however, was now firmly fixed on the thick book that he had casually tossed aside earlier.

On the book's cover, two large, archaic characters stood out prominently in the sunlight—"The Tomb of the Gods."

"King Wu Cheng, please calm down." Di Xin's voice carried an unusual calmness. He bent down, picked up the "Tomb of the Gods" from the ground, and gently brushed the dust off the pages.

"Xuan'er specifically mentioned 'book' earlier. This torture device was hidden under this book. Perhaps... something even more important is hidden inside this book?"

Huang Feihu was taken aback and looked at the book in Di Xin's hand.

"The Tomb of the Gods?" He read the title aloud, his brow furrowing slightly. "This name...what grandeur!"

Di Xin turned the page and his gaze fell on the first line of text.

After only a few glances, his breathing became slightly rapid.

The words seemed to possess some indescribable magic.

"This...this is..."

Di Xin muttered to himself, his eyes instantly drawn to the scene and unable to look away.

Huang Feihu also moved closer and peered over.

The next moment, King Wu Cheng was also as if he had been frozen in place.

……

Di Xin and Huang Feihu were engrossed in reading the book "The Tomb of the Gods".

The story in the book seemed to have a magical power, captivating them both.

Especially the descriptions of the "Dragon-Suppressing Stele" and the "Seven Steps Against the Dragon".

It's exactly to their liking.

They are currently worried about the matter of the River God Feng Yi.

Feng Yi is a river god appointed by the dragon clan.

These items in the book, specifically designed to subdue dragons, are exactly the treasures they desperately need.

Time passed little by little.

Di Xin and Huang Feihu were completely absorbed in the book.

Sometimes they frowned in thought, sometimes their eyes shone.

Every word in the book seems to carry some kind of mysterious power.

It stirred something long dormant within them.

Especially those passages describing how to resist the dragon's might, seal off waters, and even directly shatter the dragon race's very essence.

It made their hearts race and their blood boil.

I don't know how much time has passed.

The two finally looked up from their books.

His eyes looked somewhat unfocused.

It felt like waking up from a bizarre and fantastical dream.

Huang Feihu shook his head vigorously.

He felt his head buzzing.

It looks like a bunch of things have been stuffed in.

He instinctively closed his eyes, trying to understand what was suddenly in his mind.

"The Heavenly Stele... the Seal... the River... the Water Veins..."

Huang Feihu muttered to himself.

He suddenly opened his eyes, a glint of disbelief flashing in them.

"I...I think I...have mastered a martial arts technique?"

He looked at Di Xin, his voice filled with surprise.

"Your Majesty! This book...this book is amazing! It's like I've gained a new cultivation technique in my mind, called 'Heavenly Stele Profound Technique'!"

Huang Feihu said excitedly.

"This cultivation technique originates from the same source as the Dragon-Suppressing Heavenly Stele in the book!"

"It can activate the sealing power of the Heavenly Stele!"

"Practicing this will grant immunity to Dragon's Might! It can block most water-based magical attacks!"

"It can even... it can directly seal off river veins! It can imprison the laws of water!"

He became more and more excited as he talked.

This technique is practically tailor-made to deal with a water-based deity like Feng Yi!

Di Xin's reaction was more intense than Huang Feihu's.

He sat there, his body trembling slightly.

An indescribable, profound aura was rising from his body.

He suddenly stood up.

Step out!

The ground beneath my feet seemed to tremble.

An overwhelmingly domineering aura, seemingly capable of crushing everything, suddenly erupted!

Then came the second step, the third step...

With each step taken, that momentum surged even more.

It was as if a slumbering, ancient beast was awakening within him.

We will tear the sky apart and shatter the mountains and rivers!

When the seventh step is taken.

Di Xin's aura reached its peak.

The space around him seemed to be distorted.

A destructive power specifically targeting the dragon bloodline coalesced within him.

It seems that with just a thought, he can shatter the very essence of any dragon-blooded being and dissipate all its power!

"Reverse...Dragon...Seven...Steps!"

Di Xin uttered these four words slowly and deliberately.

The voice carried an overwhelming sense of ecstasy and awe.

He slowly withdrew his imposing aura.

His face showed immense satisfaction and disbelief.

"It's that dragon-slaying technique from 'Tomb of the Gods'!"

"Ignore the dragon's might! Ignore the dragon's defenses! Directly shatter the very essence of the dragon's blood! Let the dragon's power dissipate!"

Di Xin's voice was trembling.

This is simply a divine skill bestowed by heaven!

It is specifically designed to deal with those gods who abuse their power because of their dragon lineage!

Feng Yi, you're dead!

Huang Feihu looked at the terrifying aura that Di Xin still possessed.

I was completely stunned.

He was already deeply impressed by his understanding of the Heavenly Stele Mystery Technique.

But what happened to Di Xin was completely beyond his comprehension.

"Your Majesty...you...you..."

Huang Feihu pointed at Di Xin, and could barely speak.

"How could you... possibly master this technique? And even unleash such immense power?"

His face was full of huge question marks.

"That's impossible!"

"The rules of Heaven are there! As the Human Emperor, I am bound by the laws of Heaven and cannot cultivate any techniques at all!"

"This is an immutable law! It has never changed!"

Huang Feihu's voice was filled with confusion and horror.

The seven steps that Di Xin took just now triggered a surge of power.

It is definitely not some ordinary martial art.

That was a real, supernatural power that touched upon the level of laws!

How can a human emperor display supernatural powers?

This completely overturned Huang Feihu's understanding.

Even Di Xin himself was stunned.

I was so excited about learning the Seven Steps of the Reverse Dragon that I didn't think about it carefully.

Now, awakened by Huang Feihu's shout, he finally realized what was happening.

Yes, he is the Human Emperor.

According to the ancient rules of the primordial world, the Human Emperor was governed by the Heavenly Dao and protected by the human destiny, but this also separated him from the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

Forget about cultivating supernatural powers, they can't even do the most basic breathing exercises.

The Seven Steps of Reversing the Dragon is truly a supernatural ability; how was he able to use it?

He looked down at his hands.

That faint yet real power was still there, perfectly matching the feeling of the Seven Steps of Reverse Dragon.

This power is very strange; it doesn't seem to come from spiritual energy.

It seems more like... it came from an older, more fundamental place?

Di Xin was puzzled and couldn't understand it.

But this feeling of bewilderment only lasted a short while.

His eyes quickly brightened again, becoming incredibly determined.

No matter what happened!

This skill, this precious torture device, and that divine book, "The Tomb of the Gods"...

It was all brought by that brat Li Xuan!

His adopted son is absolutely a lucky star and savior for the great merchants!

Di Xin was filled with emotion.

Huang Feihu, standing to the side, still looked completely bewildered and puzzled.

He scratched his head, looked at Di Xin, then at the kitchen, and asked in a low voice:

"Your Majesty, the young master... he's so capable, why doesn't he just tell us directly? Why go through all this trouble, making us search through books ourselves?"

Upon hearing this, Di Xin immediately adopted a "what do you know?" expression.

He leaned closer to Huang Feihu, lowering his voice even further, with a hint of mystery:

"King Wu Cheng, use your brain! What time is it now? The Great Tribulation of the Investiture of the Gods!"

"The secrets of heaven are in chaos; even the sages are watching from above!"

"Xuan'er has a special identity and terrifying abilities. Are there some things he can say openly? If he does, wouldn't that be tantamount to directly challenging the Heavenly Dao and the Sages?"

"That's all he can do, secretly help us, and guide us in secret! This is already going against the grain! Do you understand?"

Upon hearing this, Huang Feihu's eyes widened in surprise.

He suddenly slapped his thigh, realizing what had happened:

"Ah! I see! This humble general is foolish! This humble general is truly foolish!"

He nodded repeatedly, all his doubts vanished, replaced by admiration and excitement.

"Young master, you are truly farsighted! Your intentions are excellent!"

Now, the two of them had no interest in waiting for their meal.

Huang Feihu was eager to get started, full of energy, and wished he could fly to Mengjin right now.

"Your Majesty! There's no time to lose! We..."

Di Xin waved his hand, directly interrupting him:

"Walk!"

His eyes shone brightly, filled with unprecedented confidence.

"Return to the palace! Prepare for action! That bastard Feng Yi, this time we'll burn him to ashes!"

Thinking this way.

After briefly greeting Li Xuan, who was still cooking in the kitchen, he said hello.

With their treasures in their hands, Di Xin and Huang Feihu left the courtyard as fast as the wind.

The two felt incredibly reassured.

"King Wu Cheng, return to the palace immediately!"

Di Xin issued orders as he walked, his tone resolute.

"Issue the decree: gather the elite troops and escort that wicked Feng Yi to Chaoge! I want to have him skinned alive in front of all the people!"

"Your subordinate obeys! But for elite troops, your own general is sufficient."

Huang Feihu, who had just obtained the "Heavenly Stele Mystic Skill," grinned ferociously.

After clasping his hands in greeting, he turned and strode towards the palace, exuding a murderous aura.

As Di Xin watched his retreating figure, the anger in his chest finally found an outlet.

Feng Yi, your good days are over!

……

At the same time.

The goddess Nuwa sat on her cloud bed, conversing with Fuxi.

"Brother," Nuwa's voice rang directly in Fuxi's heart in the Fire Cloud Cave, carrying a hint of certainty, "that brat Di Xin has indeed been provoked into a corner by Feng Yi. Let's see how he ends up."

Fuxi's voice carried a hint of helplessness as he responded in Nuwa's mind: "Alas, little sister, this matter... I truly did not interfere. However, your pressure on the Human Emperor, using Feng Yi to obstruct his path to self-strengthening, is that...?"

Nuwa interrupted him, her tone filled with unquestionable confidence:

"Brother, there is no need to worry. Feng Yi is a righteous god of the Heavenly Court. If Di Xin dares to touch him, it would be an open provocation against the Heavenly Court! How dare he, a mere mortal, do so? How could he? It is nothing but bluffing. In the end, he will have to obediently compromise! The Investiture of the Gods will eventually return to the right track."

She seemed to have already foreseen the ending.

"One Feng Yi is enough to overwhelm him and make him unable to move an inch. His so-called waterwheels and canals, his self-strengthening strategies, are nothing but illusions. In the end, man must grovel before divine might."

Nuwa closed her eyes slightly and said nothing more.

In her view, Di Xin's struggle was nothing more than the struggle of a trapped beast.

With Feng Yi as a pawn firmly in place, Emperor Xin's plan to strengthen himself was destined to be a joke.

The scales of deification will eventually tip in the direction she desires.

The outcome is decided.

Does he really dare to use the torture of burning the gods?

joke!

You should just come to my Nuwa Temple to offer incense and pray for divine protection.