The Primordial Era: Starting with Jingwei Filling the Sea

Fang Yang held the Human Emperor Banner in his hand. With a surge of his magic power, the two characters "Human Emperor" on the banner shone with dazzling golden light. The banner unfolded, and a blue phantom detached from the Human Emperor Banner and landed in front of Fang Yang.

The blue phantom was a three-headed, six-armed figure. Each of its three heads was as tall as a wall, with resolute eyes. Runes of the Dao of Weapons flowed around the figure, emanating a faint aura of power.

"Greetings, sir!"

Upon seeing Fang Yang, the blue phantom immediately bowed respectfully, its expression one of utmost reverence.

Seeing this, Fang Yang nodded slightly: "From now on, you will be the spirit of the Human Emperor Banner, responsible for guarding the true spirits that have been taken into the Human Emperor Banner for me."

The demons, succubi, and goblins were merely materials for his weapon-refining; their consciousness had long been erased by Fang Yang. The weapon spirit's current consciousness was bestowed upon it by Fang Yang through his manipulation of creation.

This means that the spirit of the artifact will obey Fang Yang's every command and will never disobey his orders.

Fang Yang waved his hand, and the artifact spirit immediately understood, transforming into a beam of blue light and returning to the Human Emperor Banner.

He felt satisfied as he sensed the power returning from the Emperor's Banner. Due to his limited cultivation level, the Emperor's Banner he had crafted was only a high-grade acquired spiritual treasure. However, the Emperor's Banner was not originally intended for combat.

At present, the Human Emperor Banner is able to seize the true spirit of the Taiyi Golden Immortal and trap it within.

Moreover, the Human Emperor Banner is an acquired spiritual treasure, and all acquired spiritual treasures can be reforged. Once Fang Yang's cultivation level improves, he can reforge the Human Emperor Banner, which will surely enhance its grade.

"It's a pity that my merits are meant to interfere with the future and cultivate others. Otherwise, I could have infused them into the Human Emperor Banner, transforming it into a treasure of merit."

Fang Yang gently stroked the Emperor's Banner, feeling a pang of regret.

With the power of merit, it's absolutely possible to bring about a qualitative change in the Emperor's Banner. However, Fang Yang doesn't yet have enough merit to squander at will.

"My merits are still not enough; I need to think of some new ways to earn more."

The merit accumulated by the Divine Valley and the Vegetable Clan is a gradual process. In a short period, these two things cannot bring Fang Yang a large amount of merit. Therefore, Fang Yang needs to explore new avenues of thought.

He quickly came up with an idea.

By the timescale of the primordial world, humanity had long since developed its own writing system, currency, and so on. However, the primordial world was simply too vast, easily spanning hundreds of millions of miles.

The immortal tribes of the human race are better off, as they can still communicate through Taoist magic and immortal arts. Those mortal tribes, however, are trapped in a corner of the world for generations, unable to communicate with the outside world, let alone unify their writing system and currency.

Therefore, Fang Yang's next task is to establish a teleportation network among humans and to popularize the thousand-year-old compulsory cultivation system. With these two things as a foundation, the hardware basis will be in place to unify the human race's writing system, currency, weights and measures, and so on.

It's impossible to expect humans to run when they haven't even learned to walk yet.

The idea came to him quickly, but Fang Yang didn't intend to implement it immediately. He wasn't a politician or economist; he needed to consult with professionals on such matters.

Fang Yang would not assume that just because he is a transmigrator, he can disregard the intelligent life forms of the prehistoric world.

Professional tasks should be left to professionals. Fang Yang only needs to put forward his ideas and let the professionals refine them.

Fang Yang is no insignificant figure; it is impossible for others to seize his merits.

Fang Yang's merits are equivalent to those of the Jie Sect. To seize the Jie Sect's merits is tantamount to going against the Tongtian Sect Leader. I believe no one in the prehistoric world has ever had such courage.

In an instant, Fang Yang came up with a new plan. However, he had another matter to attend to: he needed to cooperate with the Jade Emperor to outsource the scoundrels within the sect to him!

"Fang Yang, although you are a direct disciple, you have no authority to enforce the sect's rules. You suppressed me without the master's decree; you have violated the sect's rules!"

As soon as Lü Yue escaped from the Yin-Yang gourd, he started shouting with his neck thickened.

Fang Yang sat imposingly in the main seat. He glanced over, his gaze icy and devoid of any emotion. Meeting that look, Lü Yue's heart skipped a beat, and his voice trailed off.

"Religious rules, huh!"

A ball of lightning lit up Fang Yang's palm, and correspondingly, countless bolts of electricity shot out from Lü Yue's body.

Lu Yue felt his entire body go numb. Streams of lightning coursed through his body, filling his meridians and shattering his magical power and divine sense, making it impossible for him to gather them together.

Lu Yue stared at Fang Yang, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Fang Yang was too strong, so strong that he couldn't even muster the thought of resisting. He felt that he wasn't facing a Taiyi Golden Immortal at all, but a Daluo Golden Immortal!

Lü Yue found it absurd; he couldn't understand why he had such thoughts.

Clearly, Fang Yang was just an insignificant outer disciple of the Jie Sect. Fang Yang was so weak that even he didn't bother to learn about him.

How could Fang Yang have become so powerful in the blink of an eye? This being, who was extremely close to the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, was as weak as an ant in front of Fang Yang.

Crackling sounds!

Under the divine thunder, Lü Yue's body underwent a series of explosions, burning his internal organs and severing his meridians. Lü Yue groaned and finally couldn't hold back any longer, spitting out blue blood.

Zizizi!

Seeing the wisps of demonic energy emanating from Lü Yue's blood, Fang Yang narrowed his eyes and activated the Human Emperor Banner.

A disciple of the orthodox Xuanmen sect, yet he cultivated demonic powers—this shows just how corrupt Lü Yue's character is. Why waste so many of the sect's Daoist arts on demonic cultivation? Lü Yue is beyond redemption!

Whoosh!

A pitch-black vortex appeared on the surface of the Emperor's Banner. The vortex spun and, with a powerful suction force, forcibly tore a piece off Lü Yue's true spirit.

"ah!"

Lü Yue screamed again.

The pain of having one's true spirit torn apart is unbearable for most people. Even the Great Sage Equaling Heaven was tormented by the tight headband, and Lü Yue's current cultivation level is roughly the same as the Great Sage Equaling Heaven's.

This day was absolutely the darkest day of Lü Yue's life.

He had just recovered from the pain of being struck by lightning when his true spirit was forcibly severed by a force. A wisp of his true spirit floated out from between his brows and disappeared into a long banner emitting black mist.

Lü Yue was a knowledgeable man; he had seen many demonic magical treasures such as the Myriad Demon Banner and the Myriad Ghost Banner. After personally experiencing the power of the Human Emperor Banner, he immediately recognized what it was.

He pointed at Fang Yang and spat out another mouthful of blood. This time it wasn't from pain, but from anger.

"Fang Yang, you call yourself a virtuous immortal, yet you use demonic artifacts to harm people?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Yang looked surprised: "A demonic treasure? What makes you say that, Junior Brother? This treasure is the Human Emperor's Banner, an authentic immortal artifact. I crafted this treasure specifically to subdue demons. Junior Brother shows signs of demonic possession, and this treasure is perfect for subduing you."

After saying that, Fang Yang raised the Emperor's Banner.

As soon as the Emperor's Banner waved, Lü Yue's true spirit was subjected to a slow, agonizing torture, plunging him into boundless agony. The unbearable pain caused his voice to crack and he screamed incessantly.

Fang Yang watched coldly as Lü Yue was shaken so violently that he slammed his head against a pillar, smashing his brains open. However, if a Golden Immortal could regenerate from a drop of blood, how could a Taiyi Golden Immortal die from a shattered brain?

No matter how much Lü Yue struggled, he could only be tormented by pain, living a life worse than death.

Three days later, Lü Yue stood respectfully to Fang Yang's left, not daring to even raise his eyes, for fear of angering Fang Yang. Fang Yang was too ruthless; he had been shaking him for three days straight without stopping for a moment.

Lü Yue had truly experienced what it meant to be unable to live or die.