The sword qi was so fast that even Divine Sense could not catch it.
It easily tore through the skies of dark clouds and split apart the raging demonic wind.
The Black Wind Demon King's ferocious grin was still frozen at the corners of his mouth, and the disdain in his eyes had yet to fade.
He only felt a flash of light before his eyes.
Then his vision began to shift out of alignment.
"Pfft!"
A soft sound.
The indestructible Natal Demon Core, which contained a Golden Immortal's lifelong cultivation, split smoothly in two, as easily as a block of tofu.
Immediately afterward,
the Black Wind Demon King's burly body, along with the Black Tassel Spear in his hand, was cleaved neatly in half by the sword qi.
No blood sprayed out.
The sword qi's ultimate sharpness had completely extinguished the vitality in the wound the instant it cut through.
The sword qi continued onward without losing momentum.
It shot straight into the Nine Heavens, carving a massive rift tens of thousands of miles long through the thick demonic clouds. Sunlight spilled through the opening, illuminating the bloodstained earth.
Then the sword qi struck the ground.
"Rumble!"
The earth trembled.
A bottomless, terrifying abyss hundreds of miles long appeared in the ground outside Human Valley, like a natural moat.
One sword.
Demon king slain! Demon core shattered! Sky split apart!
The entire battlefield fell silent.
The human warriors still fighting and the surviving demon soldiers alike stood frozen, staring blankly at the scene.
Only when the demon king's two enormous halves fell from the sky and crashed heavily to the ground, kicking up clouds of dust, did they stir.
"T-The Great King is dead?"
"He was killed by a blade of grass?"
The surviving demon soldiers were so terrified that their livers and gall seemed to burst, their very souls trembling.
How could this be the Human Race?
This was clearly some peerless god of slaughter who had escaped from a Sage's sacred grounds!
"Run!"
Someone shouted, and the remaining demon soldiers completely broke down. They abandoned their armor and weapons and fled in every direction, wishing their parents had given them two extra legs.
On the city wall,
Ye Xuan casually tossed away the foxtail grass in his hand, now reduced to ashes. His expression remained calm, as if he had merely done something insignificant.
He looked down at his still-dumbfounded clansmen and furrowed his brows.
"What are you all standing around for?"
"The meat's getting away. Why aren't you chasing it?"
His sharp reprimand snapped them out of their daze.
"Roar! Attack!"
"Don't run! That's my braised meat!"
"That one's my mount!"
The human army erupted in cheers like never before. Their morale soared as they pursued the fleeing demons, pressing their advantage.
In this battle,
the demon forces of Black Wind Mountain were completely wiped out.
The Human Emperor, Ye Xuan, had slain a Golden Immortal demon king with a blade of grass, his name shaking the Great Wilderness!
In the Primordial Wilderness, time flowed on without measure.
After the battle at Black Wind Mountain, the Human Race began to make a name for itself.
The demon races within tens of thousands of miles were either wiped out or terrified into fleeing, moving away from the region overnight.
At last, the area beneath Mount Buzhou, once fraught with danger, had been cleared for the Human Race, giving them a relatively safe place to live.
At the central plaza of Human Valley,
Ye Xuan stood with his hands behind his back. A jade-green vine floated before him.
Its entire length gleamed with crystalline light, radiating a rich vitality of creation.
It was the Innate Gourd Vine Saintess Nuwa had used to create humanity all those years ago.
"Go."
Ye Xuan gave a quiet command.
The Human Creation Divine Vine instantly turned into a beam of green light and burrowed into the earth at the center of the valley.
In an instant, the vine grew wildly, countless green branches spreading through the air.
At last, they intertwined above the valley into a vast green canopy, covering the entire Human Territory.
Infused with the Merit of Creating Humans and nurtured by Ye Xuan over the years, the divine vine had long since gained sentience. It was more than capable of suppressing the fortunes of an entire race, and its defensive power was astonishing.
"Three Ancestors, heed my command." Ye Xuan turned around.
Suiren Shi, Youchaoshi, and Ziyishi hurried forward and bowed.
"I will be leaving to seek opportunities. I do not know when I will return. You must guard our homeland well and ensure the clansmen cultivate the Human Body Secret Realm Method. Do not slacken."
"We humbly obey the Human Emperor's Divine Edict!" the Three Ancestors replied in unison.
Ye Xuan nodded slightly, letting his gaze pass over this flourishing land one last time.
The Human Race now had the strength to protect itself. It was time for him to seek more trump cards—for himself and for the future of the Human Race.
"I'm off."
As the words fell, Ye Xuan's figure blurred. He became a streak of golden light, shot through the clouds, and sped toward the eastern horizon of the Primordial Wilderness.
The Primordial Wilderness was vast and boundless. Even with Ye Xuan's speed, comparable to that of a Golden Immortal, he had to fly for several months before the salty, damp scent of water reached him.
Ahead stretched endless blue waves, boundless and immeasurable.
The East Sea had arrived.
It was the Dragon Race's stronghold and a gathering place for countless rogue cultivators in the Primordial Wilderness.
The legendary immortal islands of Penglai, Yingzhou, and Fangzhang were said to be hidden among these boundless waves.
Ye Xuan descended from the clouds and stood above the sea.
Enormous waves surged, and the spiritual energy in the seawater was even richer than inland.
"The East Sea is so vast, it might be no smaller than the starry sky."
Ye Xuan was about to use his Double Pupils to search for his bearings when, without warning, the waters ahead began to boil.
"Rumble!"
Waves a thousand zhang high surged up, crashing against the sky.
A strong stench of blood swept toward him on the sea breeze.
In the murky water, a blue dragon a thousand zhang long was stirring up a storm.
Its body was covered in dark green scales, each one as large as a millstone and gleaming with a cold light.
Its four claws were sharp as hooks, easily capable of tearing through metal and stone.
At that moment, the Azure Dragon had its jaws wide open, greedily drawing in breath above a nearby island.
A group of weak creatures, none yet transformed, lived on the island.
Under the giant dragon's devouring ability, creatures of every age and kind—fish, shrimp, crabs, and shellfish—flew helplessly into the air and plunged into its bottomless maw.
Screams and cries were drowned out by the sound of the waves.
As the Azure Dragon devoured them, it gave a satisfied growl, clearly treating these creatures as snacks to tide it over.
"Hmm?"
The Azure Dragon Ao Qing paused in the middle of its meal.
Its enormous, lantern-like dragon eyes sharply picked out the golden figure in the air.
Ao Qing turned its huge head and fixed its gaze on Ye Xuan.
It sensed the abundant golden blood qi within him, surging like a furnace.
That was the distinctive aura of a Great Emperor-level physique. To the demon races, it was the finest tonic in the world.
"Roar!"
Ao Qing let out an excited roar, drool dripping from its jaws along with the stench of the sea.
"What abundant blood qi this human has!"
"I've been eating mortal creatures for thousands of years, and this is the first time I've seen a human with such vigorous blood qi!"
Ao Qing swished its body, its thousand-zhang-long form stretching across Ye Xuan's path and blocking the way.
Looking down at him from above, its eyes were filled with arrogance and greed.
"Human boy, looks like you have some cultivation."
"I am Ao Qing of the East Sea Dragon Palace. I'm in a good mood today, so I'll give you a chance to live."
Ao Qing spat out a foul-smelling breath and declared proudly:
"Kneel, offer up your vital blood, and become this Crown Prince's battle slave. I'll spare your life!"
In Ao Qing's eyes, the Human Race was nothing more than a bunch of lowly ants in the Primordial Wilderness.
Even if this human seemed somewhat unusual, before the noble Dragon Race, he could only kneel and submit.
Ye Xuan hovered in the air, his clothes snapping in the sea breeze.
He looked expressionlessly at the overbearing Azure Dragon. Gradually, the light in his eyes turned cold.
A battle slave?
The Dragon Race really did think itself the ruler of heaven and earth.
This wasn't the era of the Three Clans anymore!
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