Primordial Era: The Great Celestial Venerable on the Road to Mythology

Chapter 84: The Great Luo Appears, Chaos Erupts.

On the shores of the East China Sea, where the girl once perished, has now been transformed into a battlefield of carnage.

The sky was filled with countless rays of light of various colors, and the five elements spells poured down like a torrential rain. The deafening roar of the colliding spiritual treasures was deafening.

The sea was stained red with blood, and countless severed limbs floated on the surging waves. On the beach, corpses lay strewn everywhere, and cries of agony echoed endlessly.

Dragons, phoenixes, demons, humans—dozens of races of cultivators fought to the death here. Most of them were not highly skilled, merely cultivators; no Daoists participated. Yet, their sheer numbers were overwhelming, appearing from afar like countless torrents constantly colliding and annihilating each other.

The human race has the largest population.

Although there are very few human cultivators, the number of martial artists below the Great Luo level is quite considerable given the already terrifying base number.

With their powerful physiques, fierce martial arts, and numbers far exceeding those of other races, they forcefully suppressed the dragon, phoenix, and demon races.

"kill!"

"Avenge the princess!"

"A blood debt must be paid in blood!"

With bloodshot eyes, the human cultivators roared as they charged toward the enemy lines.

However, the other races were not to be underestimated. The dragons possessed equally formidable physical bodies, the phoenixes' rebirth fire could scorch the heavens and destroy the earth, and the demons' unpredictable and insidious magic was impossible to defend against. If it weren't for the human race's numerical advantage, they would probably have already been defeated.

Although this great battle was only a struggle between those below the Great Luo level, its danger was in no way inferior to a duel between cultivators.

For cultivators below the Great Luo level, whose true spirits have not yet been entrusted to the Great Dao, death is truly death. If their primordial spirit is destroyed, their body and soul are annihilated, and they have no chance of reincarnation.

That's why both sides were so enraged that neither was willing to back down an inch.

In the midst of the fierce battle, three or five elite members of minor tribes were suddenly slaughtered. These minor tribes were already small in number, with only a few dozen exceptionally talented descendants. After this battle, not one-tenth of them survived.

"stop!"

A roar, as loud as thunder, resounded throughout the heavens and earth!

A thick, majestic law of the Great Dao appeared out of thin air, radiating golden light, like a long rainbow stretching across the sky, pressing down.

The Great Dao Law exuded immense pressure, freezing everyone within a radius of tens of thousands of miles in place!

Then, a giant claw formed from magical power emerged from the void, its five fingers like hooks, and reached out to grab the elites of the minor clans.

The giant claw contained a rich power of the Great Dao. Although it was meant to save people, the human cultivators in its path suffered. Any cultivator at the Taiyi Realm who was touched by that power of the Great Dao would suffer either physical rupture or complete annihilation of body and soul on the spot!

"Hmph! Old lion, you're getting more and more shameless! You even have to interfere in the juniors' battles?"

A cold shout rang out!

A burly figure appeared out of thin air before the giant claw. The man was clad in animal hides, and his bronze skin radiated a faint but palpable martial arts essence, his aura as deep and unfathomable as an abyss. It was none other than Cang, a powerful human cultivator at the True Martial Realm.

Without the slightest hesitation, Cang unleashed a powerful right punch!

That fist was simple and unadorned, without dazzling light or mysterious runes, only pure martial arts essence and unparalleled physical strength.

boom!

With a punch, the giant claw, imbued with the power of the Great Dao, was shattered and turned into a shower of light!

"Cang! You still made a move, didn't you?" The voice of the Lion Clan's Great Luo echoed from the void, tinged with anger. "It was all for the sake of the clan. Besides, this war was started by you humans in the first place!"

Cang Luo landed on a reef, hands behind his back, and said calmly, "Further words are useless. When you slaughtered my human race back then, did you ever imagine this day would come? Today, let's settle that karma. War!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Cang's martial arts essence enveloped his entire body, and he became like a drawn sword, soaring straight into the sky!

"Hmph! I spared you all in the past, but you didn't know how to cherish it. Today, I will send you to your doom!"

The Lion Clan's Great Luo snorted coldly, and a large sword appeared out of thin air in his hand.

The greatsword was entirely silver-white, with Daoist runes flowing across its blade, and primordial energy faintly visible, radiating a chilling killing intent.

With magic power infused and the Great Dao intertwined, a single slash descended, seemingly capable of splitting heaven and earth in two!

Cang neither dodged nor evaded; his fist, enveloped in the true essence of martial arts, met the attack head-on!

A deafening roar erupted!

A terrifying shockwave exploded at the point of their clash, spreading wildly in all directions.

Wherever it passed, whether they were Golden Immortals or Taiyi Immortals, they were all blown away and coughed up blood.

Those who were close by suffered instant physical destruction and severe damage to their primordial spirit, their bodies and souls annihilated before they could even scream!

The actions of Cang and Lion Ancestor were like igniting a powder keg.

In the void, one after another Great Dao Laws appeared, and one after another Great Luo Golden Immortals emerged.

First, they protected the younger generation of their respective clans and teleported them to safety. Then, without saying a word, they suppressed the Great Luo cultivators who were their former enemies or the opponents of their younger generation.

However, among all the races in the primordial world, which race did not have a Great Luo Golden Immortal presiding over it?

Humans have Great Luo Immortals, so do dragons and phoenixes, and the demon race also has its share of Great Luo Immortals.

The great battle, which began below the Great Luo level, quickly escalated into a battle between Great Luo cultivators! Qi cultivators became Dao cultivators!

At first, the senior players were mindful of their juniors and dared not go all out. But as the battle progressed, they gradually forgot their concerns.

The laws of the Great Dao collided with each other, and the true bodies fought each other; the scene was no different from a desperate struggle.

The most outrageous were the Dragon Clan and the Phoenix Clan.

In the ancient times of the Dragon-Han War, the three races of Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin fought for supremacy, forging a deep-seated blood feud.

The hatred from that battle has remained unresolved for countless years. Now, seeing their enemies again, their eyes blazed with fury, and the Dragon Clan's Grand Luo and the Phoenix Clan's Grand Luo nearly punched each other in the head.

The roars of dragons and the cries of phoenixes intertwined, their claws clashing, and their scales and feathers danced in the sky.

The seawater was blasted into bottomless craters, the reefs were reduced to dust, and even the clouds in the sky were torn apart by the aftershocks.

And so, Daluo joined the battle.

More and more Ronaldo members joined, from just a few at the beginning, to dozens, and then to hundreds.

Those below the Great Luo level had no room to survive, so they retreated from the battlefield and watched their ancestors' earth-shattering battle from afar.

How vast is the range of Da Luo's attacks? A single strike can cover an area of ​​at least ten thousand miles.

What started as a one-on-one battle between two or three people gradually evolved into a chaotic brawl involving hundreds or even thousands of people.

Hundreds or even thousands of Great Dao Laws intertwined and collided, their brilliance dazzling, even more blinding than the sun in the sky.

And all of this is not just happening on the coast of the East China Sea.

Throughout the primordial world, wherever there was a great war between myriad races, the same drama unfolded. On every battlefield, a Great Luo Immortal intervened, and the Great Daos clashed.

In the vast and desolate world, thunderous roars echoed incessantly.

Such a commotion naturally attracted the attention of many powerful figures.

Streams of divine thoughts traversed the void, intertwining above the battlefield. Those quasi-saints and saints who were in seclusion all turned their gazes towards them.

They saw that the human race's foundation was ultimately insufficient.

Although there are hundreds of Great Luo cultivators among the human race, who are the protagonists of heaven and earth, they are worlds apart from the former overlords of the primordial world.

Not to mention the Lich and Demon races at their peak, even the now-declining Dragon and Phoenix races have sent hundreds of Great Luo Immortals to fight, and that's not even their entire force.

Most of the Great Luo Immortals among the human race have broken through in the last thousand years. Their foundations are still shallow, and their cultivation is not deep; they rely entirely on the true essence of martial arts and their powerful physical bodies to fight. In one-on-one combat, they may not be inferior to those of the same level, but in terms of teamwork, experience, and magical treasures, they are far behind.

Fortunately, while the number of Great Luo Immortals among humans was not overwhelmingly superior, it was still sufficient. Coupled with their powerful physiques and martial arts essence, they could hold out for the time being.

As for those alien races who were powerful, they each had their own ulterior motives and did not unite to target the human race.

Otherwise, given what the human race did to all other races some time ago, these human True Warriors would probably have been targeted and eliminated one by one.

Human race, Jiang clan.

In the simple wooden hut, Shennong sat by the window, a Jingwei bird perched on his shoulder. Several freshly picked herbs were laid out in front of him, but he hesitated to begin arranging them.

The shouts of battle from afar surged into my ears like waves.

He didn't go to see it.

He knew what was happening there.

Doesn't he want revenge? Yes, he does.

Does he not want the killer to pay the price? He does.

However, he didn't want to see more human children die in vain.

Of those human cultivators fighting by the water, how many were true enemies? How many were simply venting their anger? And how many were merely caught up in the chaos, unable to control their own destiny?

He tried to stop them, but no one listened to him.

He is the Human Emperor, the supreme ruler of the human race, and his words have supreme authority among humans.

But so what? This war is no longer just a conflict between humans and dragons; it's a chaotic war engulfing all races. Humans might listen to him, but what about the other races? Why should they listen to him?

He could only watch.

Watching the human race charge into battle one after another, watching them get wounded and die, watching their blood stain the earth red.

Shennong lowered his head, gently stroking Jingwei's feathers, his voice low and bitter: "My child, your father cannot save you. Our people shed blood for us, yet your father was powerless. In the end, we were simply too weak!"

The Jingwei bird called out "Jingwei, Jingwei," whether it was comforting someone or crying, it was hard to tell.