Punishment

Just as Cang was about to finish off the remaining hundred clansmen, an invisible pressure descended.

Cang froze on the spot. He raised his head and looked into the void, only to find that the person who had come was Chu Feng.

"You joined the Western Religion, fine, but why did you kill them?" Chu Feng questioned.

The moment Cang saw Chu Feng, the ferocity and madness on his face transformed into extreme fear. His legs went weak, and he uncontrollably knelt on the ground.

"Holy... Saint Father"

In the eyes of the Human Race, Chu Feng is one of the creators of the Human Race, a supreme being on par with the Empress Nuwa.

Chu Feng ignored his form of address, his gaze sweeping across the blood-soaked land. Seeing the Human Race scattered everywhere, the chill in his eyes deepened.

After the extreme fear subsided, a surge of madness welled up in Cang's heart.

He knew he was doomed to die today, so why not just say what was on his mind?

He suddenly raised his head, mustered all his courage, and retorted, "Saint Father, how is trapping my Human Race within this great formation any different from imprisonment?"

This is not slaughter, but rather a way of helping them find peace!

These stubborn fools, content with the status quo and unaware of resistance, will ensure that Human Race will never rise again if they are allowed to live! I am paving a new path for Human Race!

"Nonsense!"

"Cang! You shameless traitor!"

Among the surviving Human Race, an old man with a severed arm endured the excruciating pain and pointed at the sky, angrily cursing. "The Saint Father set up the Primordial Grand Array to protect us, the newly born Human Race, from the invasion of the myriad races of the Primordial World world!"

You dare to distort the truth, slander the Saint Father, and instead side with those two bald men from the Western Religion, acting as their accomplices and slaughtering your compatriots! You will die a horrible death!

"That's right! Cang, you traitor!" The survivors were furious and cursed him.

Just then, Shi bowed deeply to Chu Feng: "Saint Father, Cang betrayed the Human Race and slaughtered more than 100,000 of his compatriots. His crime is unforgivable!"

We beg the Saint Father to uphold justice for us and seek justice for our deceased kin!

Chu Feng said calmly, "Traitors deserve to die."

Cang burst into hysterical laughter. "Death? Hahaha!"

Chu Feng, stop pretending! Do you think I don't know?

You protect the Human Race Human Race, but you only want to use them as a tool for you to gain merit!

You, high and mighty, have never truly cared about the life or death of my Human Race.

Where were you when all the other races of the Primordial World era bullied our Human Race, seeing us as mere prey?

You're nothing but treating us like livestock in a pen!

"Stop making excuses!"

Chu Feng coldly rebuked him, interrupting his roar.

"Merit? With such meager initial merits as Human Race, do you even deserve to be noticed by me?"

If I wanted merit, I could create countless worlds with the flick of my wrist and enlighten endless beings. Why would I waste my energy on you?

Cang thought Chu Feng was after that little bit of Heavenly Dao Merit, but little did he know that Heavenly Dao Merit was useless to someone like Chu Feng, except for Great Dao Merit.

Unfortunately, at the level of Primordial Grand Unity Golden Immortal, breaking through a minor realm requires a vast amount of Great Dao Merit.

Chu Feng paused for a moment. "I set up this great formation only because I thought of you as newborns with weak souls, and I couldn't bear to see you become nothing but weeds in the primordial Primordial World, so I took action to protect you a little."

I never intended to restrict your freedom. Once you are strong enough, this formation will naturally dissipate.

But you treated my kindness as a prison!

Cang was rendered speechless by the rebuttal, his face turning ashen.

Yes, with the Saint Father's Tongtian abilities, he is on par with the Dao Ancestor. How could he possibly care about such meager merits from the Human Race?

"The Saint Father is merciful!"

"We were so foolish that we almost misunderstood the Saint Father!"

"Please, Saint Father, slay this scoundrel to comfort the souls of our people in heaven!"

The surviving Human Race knelt down in worship, their gratitude and respect for Chu Feng reaching their peak, while their hatred for Cang also reached its limit.

Looking at the grateful and pleading faces of his clansmen, and feeling Chu Feng's murderous intent, which had already materialized, Cang was terrified.

He screamed and quickly activated the last life-saving trump card within his body.

A burst of golden Buddhist light emanated from Cang's body, enveloping his entire form.

Within the Buddha's light, faint chanting and Buddhist hymns could be heard, and two blurry images of saints flashed by.

"This is... the method of Jieyin and Zhunti?" Chu Feng asked in surprise.

Feeling protected by the golden light, Cang calmed down slightly and roared, "Chu Feng, I am now a protector of the Western Religion, protected by two saints. You cannot kill me!"

"Saint?"

Chu Feng felt as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world: if it were Heavenly Dao Saint, would he even have the right to converse with him?

Those who had just attained sainthood were like ants before him.

Chu Feng slowly raised his right hand, curling his index finger, "Before me, do they even deserve to be called saints?"

Before he finished speaking, he flicked his finger, and a seemingly ordinary stream of air shot out, striking the Buddha's light.

With a soft click, the protective Buddhist light containing a trace of the Daoist essence of the two sages shattered instantly.

"No!"

Cang's expression froze instantly, and he let out a defiant roar, "I'm not reconciled!"

Chu Feng snorted coldly, and with a slight thought, Cang's body instantly turned to ashes. The traitor who slaughtered his compatriots was thus annihilated, body and soul gone.

Chu Feng's gaze slowly swept over everyone present, and he said slowly, "I was able to create you with Nuwa, so naturally I can also destroy you."

Upon hearing this, the world fell into a deathly silence.

All the surviving Human Race were terrified.

The Saint Mother and the Saint Father created them, and their status among Human Race was already high.

Moreover, the Saint Father's power far surpasses that of the Saint Mother; how could they not be afraid?

Chu Feng was too lazy to kill, so he thought for a moment and said, "Those who join the Western Religion will have their yang energy stripped away and their very essence severed."

When one reaches the Primordial Grand Unity Golden Immortal, every action represents the Dao, and rules can be established with a single sentence.

(Complete setting: The ability of any being to make their words law is ineffective against those of the same level, but will result in slaughter against the weak.)

Note: Even Daluo Golden Immortal can make their words come true, but because the Primordial World represents the pinnacle of fantasy combat power, the Great Luo Daluo Golden Immortal seems insignificant, especially since they are already extremely powerful.

In conclusion: The power of the Great Luo Golden Immortal is entirely due to the author's hype; predecessors in the field are constantly refining the abilities of Daluo Golden Immortal.

This led to the emergence of Mythical Primordial World, Mythical Golden Immortal, and mythical Great Luo.

No matter how much they hype it up, the essence is invincibility. Invincibility +1, invincibility +2, invincibility +

The author felt it was too complicated and decided to simplify it so that most people could understand it.

For example, Daluo Golden Immortal, whose lifespan is infinite and indestructible, can still be killed even when facing Quasi-Saint, and so on.

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As soon as Chu Feng finished speaking, the Human Race men who had converted to the Western Religion underwent dramatic changes in their bodies.

Her muscular physique softened, her Adam's apple disappeared, and her face became more feminine. In the blink of an eye, she transformed into a woman.

Back then, it was Chu Feng who used the Extreme Yang Power to help Nuwa create males.

Now that Chu Feng has withdrawn the Extreme Yang Power, they have lost the right to reproduce.

Meanwhile, in the west, Mount Sumeru.

After Jieyin and Zhunti sensed something amiss, their expressions changed drastically.

"Oh no! It's Chu Feng who made his move!"

Zhunti was both shocked and furious.

Although the two of them attained sainthood, they had not mastered the Law of Creation. Furthermore, they lacked the Extreme Yang Power, making it impossible for them to transform from yin to yang.

Faced with Chu Feng's move, they could only be helpless and watch as countless Human Race disciples were transformed into women.

"Senior sister, this..."

Jieyin his mouth, then sighed softly, "Forget it, we've tried to steal a chicken but lost the rice instead. We can't afford to offend Chu Feng."

Both of them could only manage a bitter smile, forced to suffer in silence.

Although Cang had perished in both body and soul, his overwhelming resentment and unwillingness before death had not completely dissipated, and was discovered by the wandering Ming He...