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

Chapter 145 Human Race Mystic Script, Human Race Black Tortoise

"Hmph—With me, the demon race is invincible. Without me, the demon race will decline. I come, I see, and humanity will surely perish—" Di Jun said proudly, as order spread and transformed into earth-shattering waves.

Di Jun raised his hand, and all the myriad paths surged, the heavens fluctuated, and the vast world was annihilated. The Great Dao of endless order spread and evolved with him, intertwining and transforming into everything we see today.

With a raised hand, he unleashed his power, the palm of order covering the endless heavens and the endless years, commanding countless beings to obey his order.

Xuanyuan could also sense that order, and coldly snorted: "Humans are born free, nothing can bind them. Your order won't work, endless years won't work, the myriad paths won't work. Humans will only be self-centered emperors—"

Xuanyuan roared, and with a sudden grab, sword energy spread, unleashing a vast and boundless dragon's might. The endless, boundless dragon's might merged into his body, into his transformation.

At that moment, the Imperial Great Dao emerged, transforming the endless river waters and boundless Dao bones into an emperor. The Dao bones accumulated over millennia transformed into the imperial throne. The boundless Great Dao transformed into imperial might. The intertwined divine dragons resembled the very essence of the Great Dao itself.

With a thunderous roar, the imperial dragon, hundreds of millions of feet long, spewed sword energy, traversing the heavens and ages, enumerating destiny and cause and effect.

Both are so magnificent that a momentary fluctuation can cause countless changes.

"Boom, boom, boom—"

"Boom, boom, boom—"

The roar, the aftershocks, vast and boundless.

The aftershocks surged into the torrent, as if they were fighting their way into the middle reaches. In that torrent, many who had failed were now churning up.

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Beneath that vast and rugged landscape, the passage of time will always transform into endless waves.

The aftershocks rippled through the ages, intertwining with order and emperors, merging into the heavens. They also swept into the annals of time, affecting all living beings.

One can see the clash between order and emperor among the heavens. One can also see the fusion of order and emperor.

Is it the emperor who controls order and commands all living beings? Or is it that order limits the emperor who commands all living beings?

This problem, this conflict, has unfolded throughout the heavens and throughout the ages. Even now, after countless years, it remains unresolved.

The source of this result lies within the Great Dao of Di Jun and Xuan Yuan—terrifying, terrifying, that a single strike could cause such an impact.

Xuanyuan gazed intently, and the Emperor's Path once again unleashed its killing intent. Dijun gazed intently, and the Path of Order roared forth.

In an instant, the two sides clashed.

The Emperor's Path, like a dragon, and the Orderly Path, like chains, intertwine, plunging into the torrent of the Great Path, plunging into the heavens, plunging into eternity.

Every fluctuation can cause the destruction of the endless universe and the annihilation of countless heavens.

The battle between the two seemed endless, yet it terrified all living beings.

Netherland, in Fengdu City.

Qianyou gazed at the battle, her eyes flashing with amazement and shock: "Father God, is Brother Xuanyuan really that powerful? He and Dijun are actually fighting back and forth, evenly matched."

Ling Dan gazed at the battle, feeling a mix of emotions, including pride and感慨: "Xuanyuan is so powerful, ultimately because the human race is powerful. Xuanyuan's strength comes from the human race. The stronger the human race is, the stronger he becomes. With the power of one race, it's only natural that he can contend with Dijun."

"Brother Xuanyuan, are you from the same clan?" Qianyou asked, also puzzled.

"Yes. This is the unique nature of the Emperor's Path. Those who cultivate the Emperor's Path integrate their own imperial aura into their destiny, affecting their race and power—the strength of their race and power determines their own strength."

The stronger a race is, the stronger it is at cultivating the Emperor's Path. The human race now occupies countless blessed lands and vast territories in the primordial world, making them one of the few truly powerful races there. This is why the Xuanyuan Clan is so powerful.” Ling Dan sighed, her voice heavy with emotion.

"So, Brother Xuanyuan, isn't he just like Dijun, who can use his Qi Luck Divine Power at all times without any burden?" Qianyou asked again.

"You could say that. However, the path of the Emperor is both made and destroyed by the race. When the race collapses, the Emperor collapses. When the race perishes, the Emperor also perishes. Moreover, it is difficult for those who cultivate this path to achieve great success." Ling Dan also sighed, clearly aware of the unique nature of this path.

The Emperor's Path is powerful, but it also has fatal weaknesses and flaws. Therefore, the number of cultivators of it is ultimately very small.

No one dares to cultivate this path, since it offers no future.

Xuanyuan dared to cultivate. That's why he became who he is today, relying on the human race to achieve his current strength, the strength to fight against Dijun.

Otherwise, relying solely on Xuanyuan himself and in such a short time, how could he possibly catch up with Dijun?

As Ling Dan watched the passage of time and the struggle between emperors and order, she recalled the path to enlightenment that Xuanyuan had comprehended after emerging from endless cycles of reincarnation in Kunlun.

At that time, Xuanyuan made this choice in order to catch up with Dijun and the demon race.

Xuanyuan and Dijun fought fiercely, reaching the limit of the lower reaches of the Great Dao River; beyond that lies the torrent of the Great Dao.

Now, even as the torrent of water pours down, it is difficult for it to affect this battle.

On the contrary, as they slaughtered, the great Dao was affected.

With a single grasp, Xuanyuan drew upon the Great Dao, transforming it into boundless human beliefs and blessed lands. These were human tribes, and also the lands under human rule. Now, these elements intertwine, becoming the source of Xuanyuan's slaughter.

Emperor Jun's order follows, drawing all living beings and all the heavens, all within a silent order.

In the instant of the "boom," the two sides clashed, surging into a torrent that affected the former losers.

Unbeknownst to them, the two of them had actually plunged into the torrent of the Great Dao, as if they were trying to prove the Dao.

Such a scene is truly awe-inspiring.

Amidst the awe, Taiyi flew out from the Demon Court, his boundless faith spreading and transforming into endless myths.

Since Di Jun actually came out, Taiyi and the others naturally didn't stop.

Taiyi flew out, surrounded by endless faith, and its fame spread throughout the heavens. One could see that within the halo of faith behind Taiyi, all beings were shouting and roaring.

They cried out, "Great Lord, we are willing to give everything we have—"

The faith intertwined with the One has transformed into numerous deities. Winged angels, the totem of the great sun—amidst endless waves, one can always see something different.

It is the embodiment of faith and the embodiment of totem.

Numerous incarnations intertwine, transforming wherever they go into an endless divine kingdom.

The Great Way flows with faith, like endless believers, shouting to the One.

As Taiyi watched the battle, his gaze caused the endless Great Dao to intertwine and the boundless faith to surge, transforming into waves: "Kill—"

In that instant, a torrent of faith surged forth from the divine kingdom.

"I will transform my faith into the death of all my enemies—"

In this single statement, many beliefs have been transformed into bloodshed.

At this moment, the earth hummed, and the vast, rolling energy of the earth surged.

"Taiyi—I will fight you!" Zhenyuan roared as he emerged from the earth.

As Zhen Yuan took a step, continents appeared beneath his feet. These were the intertwining of the earth's energy, and the evolution of the Great Dao of Zhen Yuan.

The Earth Book, encircling Zhenyuan, draws upon the endless land. A miniature of the primordial world can be seen within it. Though incomplete, the miniature exudes boundless grandeur.

Zhen Yuan raised his hand and unleashed a miniature version of the Primordial World. That miniature Primordial World was not an illusion, but a reality.

That is the intertwining of the earth's energy, the evolution of the earth's energy, and also the evolution of the Great Dao of the Earth. The Great Dao of the Earth is also one of the Three Thousand Great Daos.

The Great Way of Earth, the Great Way of Soil, and the Great Way of Stone are similar—they are all among the Three Thousand Great Ways, and are quite similar.

In comparison, the Great Way of Earth is much more profound.

Now, the earth is spreading, and it is attacking faith.

"Boom, boom, boom—"

"Boom, boom, boom—"

In an instant, the earth and faith intertwined, transforming into countless changes.

In that instant, the earth and faith collided, vying for the endless vastness.

In that instant, the earth amidst the heavens shattered and vanished. Boundless faith was destroyed along with the earth.

The conflict between the two is also a conflict between the earth and faith. The earth nurtures all things, and faith nurtures the gods.

At all times, one can see that all things in the heavens and on earth are fighting against the believers of the gods.

It is yet another great war that will affect eternity and the passage of time.

In that instant, the great war shifted, the boundless expanse swept across the future and the past.

Both plunged into the depths of the Great Dao's torrent, where the Great Daos intertwined and pulled the torrent along.

Taiyi gazed intently, his faith empowering him: "Zhenyuan—you're quite an unexpected surprise—"

"Are you surprised by my strength? I am a low-key person and have never caused trouble. But I am also one of the Purple Cloud Guests, a life form evolved from the earth's origin drawn by the Ginseng Fruit Tree. In terms of life level, I am the same as your Golden Crow clan. This contest is also a contest between the Ginseng Fruit Tree and the Fusang Tree, and a contest between the earth and the sky." As Zhen Yuanzi spoke, his majestic and domineering earth aura instantly spread.

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Taiyi coldly retorted, "Fine, fine, Zhenyuan. Keeping a low profile for so many years, you've almost made everyone forget you. Faith—"

In an instant, faith erupted, transforming into endless carnage. Its influence swept across the land, reversing the course of history.

Zhen Yuanzi raised his hand, and there was the endless earth, vast and profound.

In the instant of the "boom," the two began to fight, affecting the torrent and being swept into it as well.

In contrast, the Kunpeng bursts forth, spreading red.

Red clouds spread, obscuring the ever-changing sky, now facing the Kunpeng.

"Fellow Daoist Kunpeng—it's been a long time—" Hongyun said, his whole body ethereal and serene.

Hongyun, who cultivates the ethereal Dao, appears calm and collected, yet he can unleash immense power in an instant.

Kunpeng Fuxi sighed with deep emotion: "Fellow Daoist Hongyun—it's all rather laughable that our two races have come to this point."

"Is it laughable? If you want to complete your path, you will inevitably attract the attention of the demon race, who will covet my Cloud Clan. My Cloud Clan was originally free and unrestrained, but we have been forced to get involved. We have no choice but to resist. So, it is not the fault of the Cloud Clan, nor the fault of the human race, nor the fault of the demon race either." Hongyun saw things clearly.

"Yes. Among all living beings in the primordial world, who is wrong? The choices made for survival, for cultivation, for the Great Dao—none of them are wrong. I did it for the Great Dao, Di Jun did it for the Great Dao, you did it for the Great Dao—we have come this far in our pursuit of the Great Dao and to complete our path. There is no right or wrong." Kunpeng also sighed.

Their words encapsulated the changes of the primordial world. In the present era of change, regardless of conflict or strife, from beginning to end, there has only been one goal: the Great Dao!

Everything done is for the purpose of achieving the Great Dao, seeking the Great Dao, and verifying the Great Dao.

Now, the human race's Xuanyuan and Dijun are locked in a battle.

Zhenyuan and Taiyi fought each other.

Kunpeng and Hongyun fought each other.

It seems that neither the human race nor the cloud race can produce a strong individual to rival Fuxi.

But at this moment, the earth is changing, time is passing, and literature and martial arts are intertwined, all of which are spreading from the earth.

"We have waited so long, and today has finally come. Fuxi, today we two brothers will fight you—" A figure stepped forward, their auras merging, giving rise to wisdom.

"Yes. After enduring so much and engaging in such fierce battles, it's time for us to show ourselves." Another person stepped forward, his blood surging and his will unleashed, stirring up endless waves.

"You are human—" Fuxi looked at the two, a look of doubt on his face.

Gazing at the two figures, one dressed in a long robe, exuding an ethereal and refined air, like a graceful gentleman. Interwoven with countless shades of ink, they wrote chapters of breathtaking beauty.

One man, clad in armor, exuded an overwhelming fighting spirit, his heart pounding like thunder, his blood surging, his presence vast and unparalleled.

Two human beings, previously unknown to the outside world, have now emerged, puzzling both Fuxi and many other powerful figures. However, judging from their demeanor, it's clear they are very strong.

The human in the long robe slowly bowed: "Humans, Xuanwen. We cultivate the Great Dao of Literature together, inherit the literary tradition of humanity, and are responsible for the education of humanity."

The armored human, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and roared, "Human race, Xuanwu. We cultivate the great path of martial arts, inherit the martial arts of humanity, and are responsible for protecting humanity!"