Primordial Era: Starting with Chaotic Double Pupils, Becoming an Apprentice to the Willow God

Human Valley.

Fifty years have passed since the Human Emperor began spreading the Dharma, and this place is no longer the dilapidated refuge it once was.

Huge stones were stacked to form a sturdy city wall, with simple defensive patterns carved on it.

On the training ground, shouts of battle filled the air as tens of thousands of strong and capable clansmen practiced.

They have no magical powers, but every time they throw a punch, it causes the air to explode, and their vital energy is as vigorous as a furnace.

Ye Xuan stood with his hands behind his back on the city wall, quietly watching the thriving scene below.

Sudden.

"Whoosh—"

A cold, gusty wind suddenly arose without warning.

The once clear sky suddenly darkened. Rolling dark clouds pressed in from the northern horizon.

Those were not ordinary clouds, but rather malevolent clouds formed from dense demonic energy.

Amidst the dark clouds, banners fluttered and eerie shadows loomed.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The dull sound of war drums resounded throughout the heavens and earth, as if striking the hearts of everyone present.

A terrifying pressure belonging to the late stage of the Golden Immortal realm, like the collapse of an ancient divine mountain, pressed down heavily on the human valley.

"what!"

Some humans with shallow cultivation levels turned pale under this pressure, feeling as if a heavy stone was pressing on their chests, making it difficult to breathe.

"Enemy attack! All personnel on high alert!"

The soldiers on guard blew the bugle.

The three ancestors, Suirenshi, Youchaoshi, and Ziyishi, appeared in mid-air in an instant.

Facing the overwhelming demonic clouds, the three showed no fear, but rather their fighting spirit soared.

"Is this the oppressive aura of a Golden Immortal?"

Suirenshi snorted coldly, his back ramrod straight.

"It's far inferior to the imperial majesty of His Majesty the Human Emperor!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Three beams of light shot into the sky from the three patriarchs.

After Suirenshi's death, the flames spread like wildfire, and the image of a Flame Emperor manifested, burning the void.

Behind Youchao, a divine palace stood guard over the world, and the earthen-yellow imperial image, as heavy as a mountain, blocked the way for all his people.

Behind Ziyi, a blue wind swirled, and the ethereal image of the Great Emperor dispersed most of the murderous aura that filled the sky.

The three great emperors appeared together and actually withstood the golden immortal pressure of the Black Wind Demon King, protecting the human valley behind them.

"Um?"

Above the demonic clouds, the Black Wind Demon King revealed himself. He looked down at the three ancestors below with a mixture of surprise and uncertainty in his eyes.

"Three ants from a true fairyland?"

"No... this aura... why is it so strange?"

Despite showing no signs of magical power, he possessed an extremely powerful physical body and blood energy, capable of rivaling his oppressive aura.

"I don't care what kind of freak you are!"

The Black Wind Demon King lost his patience and swung his spear.

"Men! Kill them!"

"Crush humanity! Leave no one alive!"

"Kill them—!"

The thirty thousand demon soldiers roared deafeningly, like a black tide pouring down from the clouds and surging towards the human army's position.

"My sons and brethren!"

A burning wooden stick appeared in Suirenshi's hand; it was his instrument for proving his Dao.

"Let these beasts know who the prey is!"

"kill!"

The city gates were wide open.

The human army, which had long been unable to contain itself, charged forward like a pack of tigers released from their cages, meeting the tide of demon soldiers head-on.

The two sides collided instantly.

Originally, in the understanding of the prehistoric world, the human race was physically weak, while the demon race had thick skin and flesh, and the human race would surely die in a battle of equal strength.

But today, this ironclad rule has been broken.

A corner of the battlefield.

A human warrior with only the cultivation level of the Fourth Extreme Realm was slashed in the shoulder by a wolf demon.

"clang!"

A crisp, metallic clang rang out.

The sharp bone knife struck his skin, but only left a shallow white mark, without even breaking the skin!

"What?!"

The wolf demon's eyes widened, wondering if he had picked up a fake knife.

"Die!"

The human warrior grinned maliciously and threw a punch with his backhand.

The golden fist imprint exploded in the air; it was pure physical power, without any fancy moves.

"Bang!"

The wolf demon's head was smashed open like a rotten watermelon, splattering blood everywhere.

The same scene played out everywhere on the battlefield.

Those humans who have cultivated the Human Body Secret Realm Technique have all transformed themselves into humanoid weapons.

The boiling sea of ​​suffering provides endless power, the gods of the Dao Palace bless the power of the five elements, and the four extremes connect to the heavens to forge an unparalleled physique.

Those lesser demons with only the cultivation of Earth Immortals or Heaven Immortals, whose proud demonic bodies are simply too fragile in front of humans.

"This...this is impossible!"

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The Black Wind Demon King looked at the one-sided situation below and could hardly believe his eyes.

His 30,000-strong army was actually overwhelmed by a group of humans who had no magic power.

"You bastard!"

The Black Wind Demon King roared, unleashing his full power as a late-stage Golden Immortal.

He ignored the ordinary humans, and with a flicker, transformed into a black hurricane, rushing straight towards the Three Ancestors.

"To catch the thief, first catch the king!"

"Well done!"

Suiren laughed loudly, and the firewood stick in his hand swirled like the wind, carrying the intense heat of burning the sky and boiling the sea, as he met the Black Wind Demon King.

Youchao and Ziyi followed closely behind, the three of them forming a triangular shape, surrounding the demon king in the middle.

"Bang bang bang!"

A violent collision exploded in the air.

The Black Wind Demon King grew increasingly terrified as the battle progressed.

These three guys, who are clearly not even Golden Immortals, have ridiculously tough physical bodies!

His Black Fiend Wind could only barely cut a little bit of flesh when it hit the other party, and it was repaired in the blink of an eye by the vigorous blood energy.

Moreover, the three of them cooperated extremely well, with one focusing on offense, one on defense, and one on movement.

They actually managed to entangle him, a powerful demon in the late stage of the Golden Immortal realm!

"Damn it! Damn it!"

The Black Wind Demon King, unable to break through after a long siege, was filled with shame and anger.

How can a powerful demon king like him not even be able to defeat a few human leaders?

"A bunch of ants, do you really think I can't do anything to you?"

A ruthless glint flashed in the Black Wind Demon King's eyes.

He suddenly opened his mouth wide.

"Buzz!"

He spat out a jet-black bead that emanated a terrifying and destructive aura.

That's his natal demon core!

The moment the demon core appeared, the spiritual energy within a radius of ten thousand miles was instantly drained.

A suffocating black storm rapidly formed around the demon core, containing countless wind blades—metallic energy powerful enough to cut through metal and stone.

"Die!"

The Black Wind Demon King roared and activated his demon core, intending to raze the Three Ancestors and the human valley below to the ground.

This is a desperate attack from a Golden Immortal!

The three men, including Suiren, had drastically changed their expressions.

Although they possessed formidable physical strength, their cultivation period was still relatively short, and they felt a sense of impending death in the face of such a devastating attack at the level of laws.

"Block it!"

Youchao roared, and the divine palace behind him shone brightly, trying to withstand the attack head-on.

At this critical moment.

"Step down."

A calm voice suddenly pierced through the raging storm and resounded clearly over the battlefield.

Upon hearing this, the Third Patriarch felt greatly reassured, immediately withdrew his Dharma form, and retreated rapidly.

The Human Emperor has made his move!

The Black Wind Demon King was also taken aback and looked in the direction of the sound.

On the city wall below, the young man in white who had been standing with his hands behind his back, seemingly watching a play, finally moved.

He didn't unleash any earth-shattering magic weapon.

They didn't unleash any world-destroying supernatural powers.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he slowly bent down and plucked a common foxtail grass.

That's right.

It's just an ordinary foxtail grass that ordinary people use to tease cats.

"What is he doing?"

An absurd thought flashed through the Black Wind Demon King's mind.

"Using grass as weapons? Are you scared out of your wits?"

Ye Xuan straightened up and gently pinched the grass stem between two fingers.

He looked up at the black demon core radiating an aura of destruction in the sky, and at the arrogant Black Wind Demon King.

His chaotic double pupils opened and closed slightly, flashing a hint of disdain.

"The Golden Immortal Demon King?"

"You dare to call yourself superior in front of me?"

Ye Xuan's mind stirred.

The vast, ocean-like divine power within him flowed from his fingertips into that fragile blade of grass.

Deep within the sea of ​​consciousness, the illusory image of the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass swayed gently.

The Sword Technique of the Grass Character!

boom!

In an instant.

That once delicate foxtail grass changed at that moment.

It no longer seemed like a blade of grass, but a peerless immortal sword that severed countless ages.

An indescribably sharp sword intent surged into the sky from Ye Xuan's hand.

Heaven and earth faded.

The sun and moon have lost their light.

In everyone's perception, the entire world seemed to consist of only this one blade of grass.

"A single blade of grass can cleave the sun, moon, and stars."

Ye Xuan whispered, his wrist trembling slightly.

With a gentle stroke, he faced the void.

"Sizzle—!"

A dazzling sword aura, like a galaxy, flowed upstream.