Primordial Era: Starting as a junior disciple of the Chan Sect to attain the Primordial Chaos.

The night was deep.

On the vast, desolate land, Bloodstone Valley was gradually swallowed up by boundless darkness.

After leaving the valley, Jiang Chuan did not immediately flee thousands of miles away.

He transformed into a wisp of extremely faint light, using the shadows of mountains and rivers to move, his Jade Purity Immortal Power contained to the extreme, even his escape light was mostly obscured by the character "Hidden" in the Cangjie Book.

From a distance, only a night breeze swept across the mountains.

Unless a cultivator at the Golden Immortal level or above repeatedly scans the area with their divine sense, they would not be able to detect the slightest abnormality.

He only stopped in a desolate mountain range after Bloodstone Valley had completely disappeared behind him.

The mountains are nameless.

The surrounding vegetation was withered and yellow, and the earth's spiritual energy was scarce. Only a few old pine trees stood on the cliff edge, their branches and leaves rustling in the night wind.

This place is neither a blessed land nor is it guarded by any demons, making it a suitable place to temporarily organize what we have gained.

Jiang Chuan first used his divine sense to scan an area of ​​thirty million miles.

After confirming that there were no demon patrols or residual traces of the witch tribe in the vicinity, he raised his hand and waved.

The Cangjie Script appeared before him.

As the pages turned gently, the character "隔" (ge) flew out of the book and landed in all directions of the mountains.

In an instant, the faint, humanistic light transformed into an invisible curtain, separating this mountain range from the outside world.

Then the characters “隐” (hidden), “静” (quiet), and “安” (peaceful) appeared in turn.

Each of the four ancient characters guards a different region.

The wind still blows, the pines still rustle, but the vitality of this mountain range has faded from the primordial world.

Jiang Chuan then took out the "Ten Thousand Ghosts Night Parade" painting.

The scroll unfolds.

A silver-black scroll lay across the void, within which a dark and gloomy aura flowed, and a ghostly light shone like water. A dark and pure land slowly materialized within the scroll.

Compared to the original, the current version of the "Night Parade of Ten Thousand Demons" is quite different.

When this treasure was first created, although the image had the Yin and Yang soil of a great virtuous person as its foundation, it still leaned towards the Yin category of magic treasures, with a cold and eerie aura.

But now, as more and more human souls enter it, a faint layer of humanistic light has appeared on this dark and pure land.

The light was neither intense nor domineering.

It's like a campfire in a human tribe at night.

Faint, yet it illuminates the way home.

Jiang Chuan probed the image with his divine sense.

The next moment, he saw countless dead souls.

The thousands of human souls he rescued from Bloodstone Valley are now gathered on the Netherworld Pure Land.

Some of them had incomplete souls, with traces of sword slashes still remaining on their chests and abdomens.

Some had empty eyes and were not yet conscious, instinctively curling up at the edge of the Yinming Earth.

Some of the dead still had faint traces of bloodlust clinging to their bodies, the resentment left behind by those who were slaughtered in life and forged into swords after death.

If left unchecked, these grievances will eventually turn them into vengeful ghosts.

At that time, even if they are both human souls who have perished, their minds will be corrupted by resentment and evil spirits, and they will only know how to kill.

Jiang Chuan's eyes were calm, but there was no hint of disrespect.

This was not the first time he had witnessed the suffering of the human race.

Since he left Kunlun, the human race has never truly been in a stable situation in the prehistoric world.

The demon race views humans as materials for forging swords.

Although the Witch Clan did not massacre humans on a large scale like the Demon Clan, human tribes were often crushed by the aftermath of the Witch-Demon War under the overwhelming force of the war.

The wilderness was vast.

There are too many strong people.

Although the human race now enjoys the blessings of the Holy Mother Nuwa and the presence of humanity hidden in the darkness, it has yet to truly rise to prominence.

Before the Lich Wars ended, humanity was like a speck of dust caught in the cracks.

A strong gust of wind can kill or injure countless people.

But Jiang Chuan understood.

The more this is the case, the less you should panic.

Compassion is acceptable.

Anger is also acceptable.

But if compassion is misplaced, it becomes a weakness that drags one down.

If anger cloud one's judgment, it will plunge one into calamity, turning one into an unknowing and unaware pawn on someone else's chessboard.

He is currently only at the peak of the Golden Immortal realm.

Even with the ancestral title of Wenzu, the fortune of the Chan sect, the merits of humanity, and several spiritual treasures protecting him, he still cannot be considered a true powerhouse in the face of the overwhelming power of the primordial world.

Below the Great Luo, everyone is caught in the game.

Even many Great Luo Immortals might not be able to protect themselves during the Lich War.

If he were to storm the Demon Court in a fit of rage, or directly interfere in the cause and effect of the Slaughtering Witch Sword, that would not be bravery, but foolishness.

Jiang Chuan asked himself if he could sit idly by and watch his people suffer without feeling anything.

But he knew even better that truly changing the fate of humanity couldn't be achieved through one or two impulses.

It is accumulation, not just accumulation.

It is the cultivation of one's character, one's level of expertise, one's merits, and the general trend of humanity. It is the power to finally move the chessboard after steadily profiting from the brink of countless tribulations.

Thinking of this, his Daoist mind became even clearer.

The tragic fate of those who perished did not shake him.

Instead, it acted like a whetstone, polishing his already calm and resilient nature until it became even clearer.

"Gentlemen."

Jiang Chuan's divine sense transformed into a figure, which slowly appeared in the sky above the Netherworld Pure Land.

His figure was not tall, but he possessed an air of integrity and uprightness.

A radiant aura emanated from him, and the phantom image of the Cangjie Book behind him slowly turned.

Those human souls who were originally bewildered, in pain, and wailing softly all raised their heads when they saw him.

"King Munjo..."

"It's King Munjo..."

"Have we... already escaped the blood pool?"

"Where is this?"

Faint thoughts echoed in the Pure Land.

Jiang Chuan did not answer immediately.

He raised his hand first.

Above the illusory image of Cangjie's book, the character "安" (peace/safety) appeared.

The ancient characters fell, transforming into countless tiny fragments of clear light that entered the bodies of the departed souls.

As the pure light entered their souls, the blood and evil spirits remaining on their souls slowly melted away like ice and snow meeting the spring sun.

Many of the deceased regained some of their senses as a result.

Then another character, "宁", appeared.

Above the Netherworld, the restless resentment began to subside.

Although the broken souls could not be restored to their original state immediately, they no longer continued to disintegrate.

As a result, wisps of pure Netherworld energy surged forth from the Yin-Yang Earth of the Great Virtue.

These ethereal energies are not malevolent; instead, they evoke a sense of peace and stability, like the magnanimity to bear all things.

They sprinkled into the souls of the dead like a gentle rain, slowly nourishing those nearly shattered spirits.

After doing all this, Jiang Chuan slowly spoke.

"Bloodstone Valley has been passed."

"You may temporarily reside in this Netherworld Pure Land, where you can be spared from the erosion of the Blood Fiend Sword Qi, and also use the Netherworld Pure Land to repair your souls."

"When the time is right, I will send you to where you are meant to go."

After these words were spoken, the Pure Land remained silent for a long time.

A moment later, the spirit of an old man knelt down, trembling.

His soul was completely mutilated from the waist down, clearly indicating that it had been repeatedly cut by sword energy.

Even so, he still managed to bow to Jiang Chuan.

"Thank you, King Wenzu, for saving us from this sea of ​​suffering."

As the old man knelt down, more and more human souls followed suit.

"Thank you, Wenzu."

"Thank you, Wenzu."

The sounds were not in unison, but they were increasing in number.

Finally, low sounds of gratitude echoed throughout the entire Netherworld.

Jiang Chuan watched this scene without feeling smug or indulging in the pleasure of gaining merit.

He simply reached out a hand to help.

"There's no need for that."

"As the ancestor of our people, I should naturally act upon this matter."

As soon as he finished speaking, the phantom of the Cangjie Book opened again.

This time, Jiang Chuan did not just write one word.

Instead, they used divine thought as their pen and human virtues as their ink to slowly write a soothing text in the sky above the netherworld.