Primordial Era: Elixir of Qi Transforms into Form, Controlling the Pharmacology of the World

Chapter 144 Demon Emperor VS Human Emperor

Unfortunately, the Great Dao summoned by the Wind Demon Emperor was utterly powerless against this palm.

Xuanyuan, relying on the human race and the conferment of the title of Earth God, had long since entered the half-step Hunyuan realm in his cultivation. Now, through his conquests, his cultivation has long since reached the peak of the half-step Hunyuan realm.

With stronger cultivation and the unique nature of the Great Dao, crushing a Wind Demon Emperor like this would be very easy.

The Wind Demon Emperor, feeling his very essence crumble and the Great Dao collapse, roared: "Di Jun, Kunpeng—where are you? Where are you—"

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Even now, the Wind Demon Emperor understands that with his cultivation level, he is no match for Xuanyuan. His only option is to seek help, and only Dijun and the others are capable of standing up to Xuanyuan.

Unfortunately, the cries of the Wind Demon King could not awaken Di Jun.

Di Jun, Tai Yi, Kun Peng, Fu Xi—at this moment, they showed no intention of appearing.

Xuanyuan gazed at the Demon Court: "As expected, you are bound by something. So be it, take this opportunity to wipe out all your demon race's powerful members."

With a low murmur, Xuanyuan annihilated the Wind Demon Emperor, sending him into the Evolution Furnace. His gaze then shifted to the remaining demons.

At that moment, many demon kings were filled with fear and terror.

There was no way around it; Xuanyuan was simply too powerful. He had just arrived from the earth, annihilating the Demon Emperor with two sword strikes and slaying a half-step Primordial Chaos cultivator with two more.

That's a half-step Primordial Chaos expert. Looking across the entire prehistoric world, aside from the hidden ancient beings, there are no more than a hundred visible half-step Primordial Chaos experts.

Among them, the Witch Clan has at least twelve members. The Demon Clan now has more than ten members, while the numbers of the Cloud Clan and the Human Clan remain a mystery. Within the Xuanmen, aside from the Hunyuan realm, there is only one half-step Hunyuan, Ling Dan.

Besides these, there are some remaining Zixiao guests, which, when counted in detail, do not exceed one hundred.

In the vast primordial world, there were countless cultivators.

One can reach the half-step Hunyuan realm, but there are no more than one hundred. That number is too small.

But now, in a short period of time, Xuanyuan has killed two half-step Hunyuan Yin.

Many cultivators gasped in shock, and many demon emperors followed Xuanyuan's gaze with extreme terror.

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Xuanyuan stared at the demon emperor for a moment, then looked away and turned to the Fusang clan: "—The Fusang clan? An alternative human race, disgusting, kill them—"

Instead of seeking trouble with the other demon emperors, Xuanyuan directed his killing intent towards the Fusang clan.

The human-like appearance maintained by the Fusang clan seemed to disgust Xuanyuan. Speaking of which, there were countless races in the primordial world, including the dog clan, the tiger clan—

These races retain their original appearance upon birth. Through cultivation, they transform into human form. Only humans are born in human form.

But now, this Fusang clan also maintains a human form. Or rather, they are born with a human form, similar to other humans.

Such similarities disgusted Xuanyuan.

"Throughout the ages, only one human has ever existed." Xuanyuan spoke proudly, his majestic and domineering aura accompanied by endless sword light.

That was sword light, imperial might, and the Great Dao itself.

Those who cultivate the Emperor's Path, regardless of what techniques or supernatural powers they employ, are always so domineering and majestic.

With a single, sweeping strike, it swept across countless ages and reversed the course of the heavens.

In an instant, that incredibly powerful sword energy enveloped Izanagi, one of the strongest warriors of Fusang.

Izanagi's eyes flashed as he sensed this overwhelming power, and he roared, "Humans, you deserve to die—"

With a shout, the flames burned intensely, and the ultimate Dao spread. It was a special kind of Dao, burning like endless phantoms, making the Dao itself and time itself illusory. It was as if everything seen before one's eyes was false, yet everything observed was real.

That is the Path of Illusions, seemingly like an illusion, yet in reality, it is just as real. It appears real, yet it also seems unreal. This path is not one of the Three Thousand Paths, but merely a branch path.

Even this great Dao is incredibly powerful. The evolved phantom Dao merges with the sword energy.

"Boom, boom, boom—"

In that instant of brilliance, the sword energy swept across everything, crushing everything in its path. Its boundless majesty swept through the heavens, the ages, and the endless Dao itself. Finally, it spread out, engulfing the entire river of time.

The illusory path, along with the imperial path, was stunned and crushed. There was no way around it; the imperial path was simply that powerful, possessing the characteristic of intimidating all other paths. Unless their cultivation levels were equal, those with slightly weaker cultivation were bound to collapse.

Finally, the sword energy, carrying the essence of the Dao, sliced ​​through Izanagi. Now, he roared, "Phantom—"

Unfortunately, even the phantom could not evade the sword energy. The phantom could not withstand the sword energy. The sword energy swept across, engulfing Izanagi and his pride as a member of the Fusang clan. Ultimately, it spread throughout the long river, stirring up towering waves and transforming into a breathtaking battle.

As Izanagi vanished with the sword energy, it disappeared into the long river of time, leaving not a trace.

Among the Fusang clan, Izanagi, who is close to the half-step Hunyuan realm, is now unable to withstand Xuanyuan Yijian.

Many members of the Fusang clan gazed at the sword, at Xuanyuan, and felt fear and dread.

Terrifying, utterly terrifying. But now, when Xuanyuan's deep eyes, radiating sharpness and domineering power, gazed upon them, it made him...

They want to collapse, they want to perish.

However, they knew very well that their creator, Di Jun, had commanded them to fight against the human race. But now, deserting in the face of battle would not end well.

Xuanyuan didn't care what these Fusang people thought: "A race that relies on human methods, imitates humans, and spyes on humans, has evolved. Ultimately, they are not truly human. If humans see them, they must kill them—"

As he spoke, Xuanyuan took a step, and in the blink of an eye, he caused a tremendous torrent to rise in the lower reaches of the Great Dao River.

Amidst the surging torrent, a vast expanse of sword energy swept forth, slashing towards the Fusang clan before them.

The Fusang clan wielded the power of time, as if it were the very essence of time itself. They caused time to spread in all directions, freezing the entire universe in time.

Unfortunately, that seemingly powerful path was instantly severed.

Under the Emperor's Great Dao, the Fusang clan, without reaching the Half-Step Primordial Realm, is simply no match for them.

"I'll burn with all my might and fight you to the death!" roared a member of the Fusang clan.

"It's no use. If I were just entering the half-step Primordial Realm, you could have stopped me by burning everything. But I have already reached the peak of the half-step Primordial Realm. Even if you burn everything, you still cannot resist my Great Dao! Kill—" Xuanyuan didn't say much and charged out again.

Within that sword energy, the Great Dao resonated, suddenly undulating and shaking the ages.

The heavens were filled with the imperial might of Xuanyuan, and the world was condensed with the imperial might of Xuanyuan. Cause and effect operated with the emperor, which was unparalleled.

Horror, extreme horror.

Under such terror, the killing and fighting changed drastically, making it difficult to resist.

The Fusang clan could only die tragically one by one, watching Xuanyuan kill the enemy.

Xuanyuan's relentless pursuit of the Fusang clan has puzzled many powerful figures.

"Xuanyuan was able to easily kill the Demon Emperor, so why didn't he continue? Instead, he pursued the Fusang clan created by Dijun. Among the Fusang clan, the strongest cultivator was only close to the half-step Hunyuan realm, not actually at that level."

"The Fusang clan is somewhat special. At birth, it seems to have merged with the framework of the human race. It appears to have been formed by the fusion of the Fusang tree, the laurel tree, the Great Sun Source, and the Taiyin Source. However, these are all internal. The external aspect relies on the human race."

"Hiss—upon closer inspection, it seems to be true. The Fusang clan has the appearance, bones, and internal organs of humans—but only the basic form, without any human aura. This is simply an alternate human race."

"Other races, after taking human form, exhibit some changes in their bones, internal organs, and acupoints compared to humans. However, the Fusang race's structure is exactly the same as that of humans, only their origins differ. Di Jun's creation of the Fusang race can be seen as drawing inspiration from humans to create an alternative human race. Or perhaps, a half-human race!"

"No wonder Xuanyuan is so relentlessly pursuing the Fusang clan. Even a half-human like him can glimpse the fate and opportunities of humanity. If humanity perishes, that scattered fortune will fall into the hands of the half-humans. Dijun is quite the schemer!"

"Yes. If the human race's divine artifacts are lost, this Fusang clan might actually find an opportunity to covet them!"

The words of many great beings gradually spread and became clear to all living beings.

No wonder Xuanyuan hunted down the Fusang clan so relentlessly; that's how it is.

The Fusang race, created by Di Jun, is a semi-human race that uses humans as its shell and framework. If humans suffer any mishap or severe damage, this semi-human race might be able to glimpse the true lineage of humanity.

How could Xuanyuan, the leader, tolerate such behavior from Dijun?

The Xuanyuan Sword flashed, slaying a Fusang tribesman, and roared: "Throughout the ages, only one human has existed. Those who covet humanity will be killed by humanity—"

Upon hearing this, many humans across the land responded.

"We obey the leader's orders. We will storm the East Sea and annihilate the Fusang clan!" roared a human general.

"Yes, charge into Fusang Island! Slaughter the Fusang clan—" another human general roared.

In an instant, human chariots rolled and human arrows spread, riding on endless thunderclouds, and surged toward Fusang Island.

The powerful members of the Fusang clan were continuously killed.

On the verge of extinction, the Fusang race cried out: "Father God, save us—"

"Father God! Please save us—"

Izanami roared, transforming into a majestic Daoist aura.

Inside the Demon Court, Di Jun heard many shouts, but his heart remained indifferent.

Just as they themselves said before, whether it is the demon race, the demon emperor, or the Fusang clan, they are all pawns in their journey to complete their path.

It's no big deal if the chess piece is sacrificed.

As long as it doesn't affect their path, it doesn't matter how many pieces die.

In contrast, Taiyi felt his faith wavering: "Brother—we can't continue like this. Xuanyuan clearly saw us bound, which is why he's so recklessly slaughtering the enemy. If we continue sitting here, perhaps the entire demon race will—"

"The Fusang clan is nothing but a failure to me. The destruction of Fusang Island is merely a blessing in disguise. However, if this continues, the demon race will suffer too many casualties. Dealing with the witch race in the future will be somewhat troublesome. So be it—" Di Jun murmured, his aura intertwined, his body bound by some kind of restraint, faintly shattering.

Kunpeng gazed at Dijun and said, "Are you really going to give up? You've finally obtained this opportunity, and if you give it up now, it will be a long time before you get another one."

"This opportunity hasn't disappeared after all. We can just pay a higher price and try again. The demon race before us..."

"If it is destroyed, then it will be difficult to create again," Di Jun said again.

Fuxi nodded in agreement: "That's true. The demon race is ultimately the key to our path."

With that, Di Jun took a step and stepped down from the Demon Emperor's Dragon Throne.

The many chains that bound Di Jun have now shattered. The endless heavens, the ages, and the karma that once bound him have also broken at this moment.

Emperor Jun gazed upon the passing years, his eyes causing the heavens to turn upside down and order to spread.

With a flick of his sleeve, Di Jun took a step and entered the Great River.

At that moment, order intertwined, binding the heavens and transforming into endless changes.

Downstream of the Great River, with the arrival of Emperor Jun, the waters are now turbulent.

The vast and turbulent years, along with the fluctuations, swept through the Xuanyuan, a land of slaughter and destruction.

Xuanyuan sensed Dijun's aura, turned around, and boundless imperial might spread out, transforming into a divine dragon that roared and tore through the waves, affecting all the heavens throughout the ages: "You've come."

Di Jun looked at Xuanyuan, the oppressive aura of order emanating from his body growing increasingly terrifying: "Human Xuanyuan, you are quite impressive. You have driven the demon race to such a state—"

"It wasn't my coercion, but rather that the demon race is simply like this." Xuanyuan remained silent, crushing a member of the Fusang clan, and stared at Dijun, his aura surging outwards.