Sword Slashes Golden Immortal Demon King! Heading to the East Sea!

That sword qi was too fast—too fast even for Divine Sense to track.

It easily tore through the roiling black clouds and cleaved the raging demon wind.

The Black Wind Demon King's sneer was still frozen at the corners of his mouth, the disdain in his eyes not yet faded.

He only felt a flash of light before his eyes.

Then, his vision began to shift.

"Pfft!"

A soft sound.

That indestructible Natal Demon Core, containing the Golden Immortal's lifelong cultivation, split cleanly in half like a block of tofu.

Next.

The Black Wind Demon King's burly body, along with the Black Tassel Spear in his hand, was neatly bisected from the middle by that sword qi.

No blood sprayed.

Because the extreme sharpness within the sword qi, the moment it cut through, utterly obliterated all vitality at the wound.

The sword qi's momentum did not diminish.

It shot straight into the Nine Heavens, carving a massive rift tens of thousands of li long through the thick demon clouds. Sunlight spilled through the gap, illuminating the blood-soaked earth.

Then, the sword qi struck the ground.

"Boom, rumble!"

The earth trembled.

On the ground outside Human Valley, a terrifying abyss appeared—bottomless, stretching for hundreds of li, like a Natural Chasm.

One sword.

Slew the Demon King! Shattered the Demon Core! Split the Heavens!

The entire scene fell dead silent.

Whether it was the human warriors locked in battle or the surviving demon soldiers, all stood frozen as if struck by a paralysis spell, staring blankly at the sight.

Until the two massive halves of the Demon King's corpse plummeted from the sky, crashing heavily to the ground, kicking up clouds of dust.

"The... the Great King is dead?"

"Killed by a blade of grass?"

The remaining demon soldiers were terrified out of their wits, their very souls trembling.

What kind of humans were these?

This was clearly a peerless god of slaughter who had escaped from some Sage's sacred ground!

"Run!"

Someone shouted, and the remaining demon soldiers completely broke. They abandoned their weapons and armor, cursing their parents for not giving them extra legs, and fled wildly in all directions.

On the city wall.

Ye Xuan casually tossed aside the dog-tail grass that had already turned to ash, his expression calm, as if he had done nothing more than a trivial matter.

He looked down at his still-dazed clansmen and furrowed his brow slightly.

"What are you all standing around for?"

"The meat's getting away—aren't you going to chase?"

This light shout snapped them awake like a dream.

"Roar! Kill!"

"Don't run! That's my braised pork!"

"That's my mount!"

The human army erupted in unprecedented cheers, their morale soaring as they pressed the advantage in pursuit.

This battle.

The Black Wind Mountain Demon Race forces were completely annihilated.

The Human Emperor, Ye Xuan, had slain a Golden Immortal Demon King with a single blade of grass, shaking the Great Wilderness!

Time in the Primordial Wilderness was unmeasured, flowing like water.

After the Battle of Black Wind Mountain, humanity's reputation began to emerge.

Within tens of thousands of li, the Demon Race was either slaughtered to the last or fled in terror, moving away overnight.

At the foot of Mount Buzhou, once fraught with danger, a relatively safe living space had finally been cleared for humanity.

Human Valley, Central Plaza.

Ye Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, and before him floated a verdant, dripping vine.

The vine was crystalline throughout, radiating a dense aura of creation and life.

It was none other than the Innate Gourd Vine used by Saintess Nuwa when she created humanity.

"Go."

Ye Xuan gave a soft command.

The Human Creation Divine Vine instantly transformed into a streak of green light, rooting itself deep within the earth at the center of the valley.

In an instant, the vine grew wildly, countless emerald branches spreading through the void.

Finally, they wove together above the valley into a massive green net that enveloped the entire Human Territory.

This divine vine, stained with the Merit of Creating Humans and nurtured by Ye Xuan over the years, had long since developed intelligence. It was enough to suppress the race's fortune, and its defensive power was astonishing.

"Three Ancestors, hear my command." Ye Xuan turned.

Suiren Shi, Youchaoshi, and Ziyishi quickly stepped forward and bowed.

"I will journey far to seek opportunities. My return date is uncertain. You must guard the clan lands well and urge the people to cultivate the Human Body Secret Realm Method without slack."

"We obey the Human Emperor's decree!" the Three Ancestors replied in unison.

Ye Xuan nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping one last time over this thriving land.

Now that humanity had the power to protect itself, it was time for him to seek more trump cards—for himself and for humanity's future.

"I'm off."

With those words, Ye Xuan's form flickered, transforming into a streak of golden light that shot through the clouds, racing toward the eastern horizon of the Primordial Wilderness.

The Primordial Wilderness was vast and boundless. Even with Ye Xuan's speed, now comparable to a Golden Immortal, it took him over a month of flight before he smelled the salty, damp moisture in the air.

Ahead lay ten thousand miles of azure waves, vast and endless.

The East Sea had arrived.

This was the stronghold of the Dragon Race and a gathering place for countless rogue immortals of the Primordial Wilderness.

The legendary immortal islands of Penglai, Yingzhou, and Fangzhang were hidden within these surging waves.

Ye Xuan pressed down his cloud and stood upon the sea's surface.

Towering waves crashed around him, and the spiritual energy in the seawater was even richer than on the mainland.

"This East Sea is so vast, it's probably no less than the starry sky."

Just as Ye Xuan prepared to activate his Double Pupils to survey the area, the sea ahead erupted without warning.

"Boom!"

A thousand-zhang wave surged, slamming against the sky.

A thick, bloody stench rode the sea breeze toward him.

In the turbid waters, a cyan dragon a thousand zhang long was stirring up a storm.

Its body was covered in bluish-black scales, each the size of a millstone, gleaming with a cold, eerie light.

Its four claws were sharp as hooks, easily tearing through metal and stone.

At that moment, the Azure Dragon opened its gaping maw and inhaled fiercely toward an island below.

On that island lived a group of weak, unformed beings.

Under the dragon's devouring divine ability, regardless of age or gender, whether fish, shrimp, crab, or shell, they all flew uncontrollably into the bottomless dragon mouth.

Screams and cries were swallowed by the roar of the waves.

As it devoured, the Azure Dragon let out a comfortable growl, clearly treating these beings as snacks to satisfy its cravings.

"Oh?"

The Azure Dragon, Ao Qing, paused mid-feast.

Its lantern-like dragon eyes keenly caught the golden figure in midair.

Ao Qing turned its massive dragon head, locking its gaze on Ye Xuan.

It sensed the golden blood energy within Ye Xuan, blazing like a furnace.

That was the unique fluctuation of a Great Emperor-level physique—to the Demon Race, it was the finest tonic in the world.

"Roar!"

Ao Qing roared excitedly, drool mixed with the stench of the sea dripping down.

"Such vigorous human blood energy!"

"This Crown Prince has eaten mortal spirits for thousands of years, yet this is the first time I've seen a human with blood energy so abundant!"

Ao Qing swung its body, its thousand-zhang dragon form barring Ye Xuan's path.

It looked down from on high, its eyes filled with arrogance and greed.

"Human brat, looks like you're a cultivator after all."

"This Crown Prince is Ao Qing of the East Sea Dragon Palace. I am in a good mood today, so I will grant you a chance to live."

Ao Qing spat out a rancid dragon breath, speaking arrogantly:

"Kneel, offer up your true blood, become this Crown Prince's battle slave, and I will spare your life!"

In Ao Qing's eyes, humans were nothing but ants at the bottom of the Primordial Wilderness.

Even if this human seemed somewhat extraordinary, before the noble Dragon Race, he could only kneel and submit.

Ye Xuan hovered in midair, his robes rustling loudly in the sea breeze.

His expression was blank as he stared at the overbearing Azure Dragon before him, the look in his eyes gradually turning cold.

Battle slave?

This dragon really thought of himself as the master of heaven and earth.

This is no longer the era of the three races!