The primordial era began with the Upper Cave Man.

August fifteen.

This is the calendar system that Luo Zu set for the world within the pot: twelve months a year, thirty days a month, for a total of three hundred and sixty days.

But they weren't given any zodiac signs or anything like that; they were left to figure it out themselves.

The fifteenth of August is neither the Mid-Autumn Festival nor any special day, because the moon in the world within the pot has no phases, and people cannot derive any special emotional sustenance from it.

As for why Xiang Zong chose this day, Luo Zu did not investigate; he was simply eliminating "pests" today.

But to his surprise, there was more than one pest in this "vegetable garden" in the pot. For some reason, Cang also "woke up" and wanted to become a pest that gluttonously devoured all living beings.

However, Cang Bi Xiangzong had "principles"—he did not eat ordinary creatures, but only sought out the powerful and wealthy.

"This method can be righteous, or it can be evil," Luo Zu thought to himself.

With that thought in mind, Luo Zu had already found the demon—Xiang Zong.

"Are you Cang?" Xiang Zong asked with some curiosity upon seeing Luo Zu.

They were indeed curious, since Cang had only appeared in legends in their generation.

Of course, he was more curious about how Luo Zu had found him.

"I am not Cang, my name is Luo," Luo Zu explained.

"Your murderous intent is strong. You want to kill me?" Xiang Zong looked calmly at Luo Zu.

"right."

Having said that, the spell was already cast.

Xiang Zong's gaze narrowed slightly. He was about to sneer at the person in front of him and take away all the life force from this person's body.

But as soon as the thought of killing arose, he felt a slight tightness in his chest and a rush of heat to his head.

boom!!

Flames shot into the sky, surging upwards in a crimson hue.

The demon who had terrified the world died just like that, in this remote alley and house.

But his death was glorious, and everyone in the capital could see it clearly.

They just didn't know the demon was dead.

But this did not stop the guards of the capital from taking action.

But all they found at the scene was a small ring of burnt black.

Who died? How did they die? We have no way of knowing.

But at this moment, something even more shocking was happening in the city.

The king died silently, leaving only a pile of withered bones.

People all believed that the demon had harmed the king.

Then came a lot of news: all the powerful and influential people in the capital were dead, and they had all been murdered.

Their deaths were similar to the king's; both were drained of their life essence by demons, leaving behind a pile of withered bones.

No one knows who these people met in their lives or how they died.

Only one person found the murderer.

In a dilapidated temple outside the capital city, Cang lit a bonfire for himself and then sat there blankly.

Then a sudden rain began, very heavy and fast, but it lasted a long time.

Cang's sallow face remained unchanged by the rain. He stared blankly out of the temple for a long time before adding a piece of dry firewood when the campfire was about to go out.

crackling sounds...

The dry firewood burned slowly in the rainy night, bringing a little warmth and a sliver of light to the dim, dilapidated temple.

"The rain is really heavy."

Suddenly a voice came from outside the dilapidated temple, and then a man dressed in a black robe slowly walked into the temple.

There wasn't a drop of rain on him.

This is a skill possessed by many cultivators, so Cang did not find it strange.

He simply recognized the person.

I saw him during the day.

"Young brother, could you please go a little further away?" the man suddenly called out to the statue behind Cang.

Cang wasn't surprised, because he already knew he wasn't the only one in this dilapidated temple.

This dilapidated temple already had an owner, not the idol, but a wandering beggar.

The little doll hidden behind the statue is the owner of this dilapidated temple.

He lives here.

"Cang? You've come to find me? Are you going to take me as your apprentice?" the little child behind the statue exclaimed.

Cang's expression finally changed.

But he didn't turn to look at him; instead, he continued to look at the temple gate.

He was looking at the scenery outside the temple, not at the figure standing at the temple gate.

"You should worship this man, not me; he is the one who should worship the Azure One," the newcomer chuckled.

"What?" Upon hearing this, the little brother who jumped out of the statue immediately turned from surprise to astonishment.

"Why did you want to kill me?" Cang suddenly asked.

He asked Luo Zu, who was standing at the door.

"Because you're like a demon." Luo Zu flashed a white tooth.

This time, however, he didn't kill Cang immediately. Instead, he went into the temple, walked around it, and then asked the boy, "Who is this temple dedicated to?"

He shook his head blankly.

At this moment, he heard a lot of information in the words, and he hadn't fully digested it yet; his mind was really not working properly.

"Ancient Martial God," Cang answered for him.

"You killed the demon," Cang asked again.

Luo Zu nodded: "Dead, you should all have seen it, it was beautiful, wasn't it?"

"Is that...fireworks?" The kid finally managed to recover from his malfunction.

"right."

"It seems you didn't have much trouble killing him." Cang was finally somewhat moved.

Luo Zu smiled and nodded.

"Okay." Cang nodded and then stood up.

"I'll be quick, just bear with me," Luo Zu said.

Cang ignored his joke and simply asked, "Who are you?"

Luo Zu raised his hand and pointed out.

Cang followed his hand and turned to look behind him.

It's that little brother, and that statue.

The statue was cast in bronze, but the paint had peeled off, revealing a patina of rust.

"Ancient Martial God? Are you His successor?" Cang asked.

Luo Zu did not answer the question.

"I was already prepared to die, so it's not bad that you came to see me off," Cang continued.

"What?" the boy next to him asked in surprise.

Luo Zu was not surprised by this.

He seemed to already know about Cang's decision.

"I can't stop it. The demon has been born in my heart. It's eroding me, making it impossible for me to stop... devouring human essence," Cang said slowly.

"What?!" The boy next to him was even more shocked.

"If this continues, perhaps I'll be the next demon."

"Kill me," Cang said.

Luo Zu nodded: "I know your original intention. The contemporary world has violated the agreement too much. There are so many powerful people in the world who are trying to seize the people's wealth. You could not tolerate it, so you used the forbidden method of this law. You knew about this method back then, but you dared not use it. However, the demon comprehended this method from it, which made you lower your guard, and that's why we have the result now."

Cang stared blankly at Luo Zu, never expecting that the person before him would understand him so well, and understand his laws so well.

"Who are you?"

"Him," Luo Zu pointed out again.

Cang finally realized: "So that's how it is, so that's how it is."

He then raised both hands, one hand covering his forehead and the other pressing against his chest.

Bang.

With a muffled thud, blood flowed from Cang's seven orifices, his life force was extinguished, and he perished in this dilapidated temple.

"This...this..."

"What's your name?" Luo Zu turned to look at the young monk in the temple.

He opened his mouth wide, speechless, unsure how to answer.

Luo Zu ignored all of that and simply raised his hand to slap the wall of the dilapidated temple.

Then a piece of writing was left on the wall, the writing was slightly blurred, as if it had been eroded by time.

"Yang Shen?"

"We are destined to meet, but I do not accept disciples. Instead, I will give you this method. Practice it diligently."

After saying this, Luo Zu turned and walked out of the dilapidated temple.

The moment he stepped out of the temple gate, the torrential rain abruptly stopped.

"Who are you?"

The young man watched as Luo Zu's silhouette, bathed in sunlight, gradually blurred, and his eyes welled up with tears.