Hongjun's decree, which was as absolute as the laws of Heaven and Earth, covered the Primordial World. The Blood Sea was sealed off, and the demons retreated east. The endless flames of war finally subsided, but beneath the calm, undercurrents surged ever more violently. Inside the Human Race's camp at Blackwater Bay, Jiang He stood atop the highest watchtower, gazing across the Primordial World. He could still sense the lingering baleful aura in the air and the aftershocks of the spiritual energy's turmoil. Beside him, Zhenyuanzi wore a solemn expression. The wisp of Hong Yun's soul in his palm had transformed into a faint red glow and merged with the Human Race's fortune, waiting for an opportunity to be reborn.
"Pass on my order." Jiang He's voice was calm, yet brooked no argument. "All warriors are to return home!"
The moment the order was given, long-suppressed cheers erupted throughout the Human Race's camp. Since the Human Race had first appeared, this was their first formal, large-scale battle against an outside foe. They had successfully repelled their powerful enemies and made a name for themselves.
Unlike the Human Race of the Primordial World in his previous life, the people of this era were born with extraordinary gifts. Some infants could speak as soon as they were born, their spiritual roots innate; they could sense the spiritual energy of Heaven and Earth without any guidance. Some were born with immense strength, able to move mountains and fill seas, their bodies as tough as those of demons. Others had extraordinary insight and a natural affinity for the laws of the Great Dao, allowing them to advance a thousand miles with each day of cultivation. This was the result of Jiang He's intervention in Nuwa Creates Humans! He had successfully changed the Human Race's future, giving them innate mastery over all kinds of laws!
Late that night, Jiang He sat alone in his study. A crimson jewel, suffused with hazy rays of light, floated above his fingertips. It was his Companion Spiritual Treasure, the Red Dust Pearl. Countless tiny world-shadows rose and fell within it, colliding and merging as they gave off a vast, complex aura. These Small Worlds had all arisen after the Red Dust Pearl absorbed the films, television shows, novels, and other information Jiang He had uploaded from his previous life. Now they were at a crucial stage of integration. One by one, the independent Small Worlds were gradually converging, forming a more complete and expansive Red Dust Realm.
"The path of technology ultimately isn't suited to the Primordial World." Jiang He gently ran his fingers over the Red Dust Pearl, his thoughts swirling. He had once tried to pass on the technological knowledge of his previous life to the Human Race, hoping to strengthen them by other means. But Empress Nuwa had made him realize that technological development was not only constrained by the laws of Heaven and Earth, it was also difficult to reconcile with the Human Race's innate cultivation talent. It would only hold back their understanding of the Great Dao and stagnate their fortune. After several experiments, Jiang He had decisively abandoned that path and shifted his focus to the Red Dust Pearl's other two great functions.
Jiang He had taken martial arts techniques that had once existed only in writing and combined them with the spiritual energy system of the Primordial World and the physical traits of the Human Race, constantly refining and improving them. The Nine Yang True Scripture had fused with the laws of Yang energy in the Primordial World, evolving into the more domineering and purer Nine Yang Immortal Scripture. The Nine Yin True Scripture had absorbed the power of Yin, transforming into the Great Yin Profound Technique, which could nourish the soul while concealing lethal power. Even the martial arts of the jianghu had, through repeated refinement, become introductory cultivation techniques suited to Human Race cultivators, helping them build a foundation and temper their bodies.
By combining these with the Martial Codex, he had created a greater variety of martial arts, giving Human Race prodigies far more choices and allowing even more geniuses to emerge!
Besides that, the Red Dust Pearl's communication function had also become part of everyday life for the Human Race. Every member of the Human Race received a Communication Ring refined by Jiang He with the Red Dust Pearl's power upon reaching adulthood. Linked to the Red Dust Pearl, the rings could transmit messages and share insights in real time, no matter how far apart their users were. The Human Race was now scattered throughout the Primordial World, and it was thanks to these rings that they could maintain close ties, exchange resources, and call for help as soon as danger arose. They kept the scattered members of the Human Race united as one.
"Once the Red Dust Realm finishes merging, perhaps it can become the Human Race's newest place for training. The worlds before this were virtual, after all!" Jiang He gazed at the world-shadows merging inside the Red Dust Pearl, a new plan taking shape in his mind.
The merged Red Dust Realm would contain everything: jianghu rivalries, devotion to one's country and family, immortal adventures, and struggles over the Great Dao. It would be an ideal place for Human Race cultivators to train, temper their minds amid the mortal world, and gain insight into the Great Dao—all without having to worry about facing mortal danger in the Primordial World.
As the Red Dust Realm continued to grow more complete, Jiang He sensed that this Companion Spiritual Treasure had far more potential than it had shown so far.
The more information from the mortal world it absorbed, and the more complete the worlds it merged became, the stronger its power of deduction would grow. Perhaps one day, it would be able to deduce not only cultivation techniques, but also Array Formations and the way of alchemy. It might even reflect the grand currents of the Primordial World and point the Human Race toward the right path through a Tribulation of Calamity. They could use it to develop even more paths suited to the Human Race!
Of course, technology was not entirely useless. Jiang He certainly wouldn't dismiss it outright. His goal was to adapt it into a version suited to the Primordial World, one that would not affect the Human Race's fortune!
Outside the window, the lights of Human Race villages dotted the land like stars, while the clouds of fortune grew ever denser. Jiang He tightened his grip on the Red Dust Pearl, his eyes full of resolve.
Hongjun's strange behavior, the undercurrents of the Tribulation of Calamity, and the covetous gazes of the various races in the Primordial World all foretold that the Human Race's future would remain fraught with obstacles. But with the Red Dust Pearl's help, the Human Race's innate gifts and united fortune, and a powerful ally like Zhenyuanzi, he was certain he could lead the Human Race through the treacherous Tribulation of Calamity and onto a path of prosperity all their own.
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Jiang He had already lifted the restrictions on the Human Race, allowing its people to venture into the Primordial World. Before long, groups of humans were heading out once more to write legends of their own across the Primordial World!
The River of Time—Ten Thousand Years Later!
Ten thousand years had passed since the great battle. The lands caught up in its devastation had recovered their former prosperity.
Thirty thousand miles west of Luo Shui City, deep in the Cangwu Mountain Range, a blue figure darted through the dense forest like a ghost. His name was Ye Chen, and he had an innate affinity for the Law of Wind. He cultivated the Gale Sword Art, deduced by the Red Dust Pearl. His goal on this journey was to find the legendary Millennium Vermilion Fruit, said to nourish the soul. But as soon as he entered the mountains, he ran into a nest of Golden Winged Great Peng Demons.
The Golden Winged Great Peng Demons were the fastest creatures in the Primordial World, and their claws could rend metal and stone. Ordinary cultivators had no choice but to flee when they encountered them. Ye Chen, however, was utterly unafraid. His footwork shifted, his figure as nimble as the wind, narrowly evading the demons' ambush. "Come on!" he cried, drawing his long sword. Blue sword qi wrapped in a gale—one of the Gale Sword Art's killing moves, "Wind Sweeps Clouds."
Sword qi streaked in every direction, and several low-level Great Peng Demons fell. Their leader, the Golden Winged Great Peng King, flew into a rage. He spread his wings until they blotted out the sky, and a terrifying pressure bore down over the area. Ye Chen's gaze sharpened as he pushed the Gale Sword Art to its limits, condensing the wind element around him into a blue shield. At the same time, he ran a finger over his Communication Ring and sent a message to a nearby Human Race squad: "Cangwu Mountain Range. We've encountered the Golden Winged Great Peng King. Requesting support!"
Barely three breaths after the message went out, two streaks of light raced over from the horizon. One man held a massive shield and stood as sturdily as a mountain. He was Shi Meng, born with divine strength and a cultivator of the Indestructible Vajra Body. The other was a handsome young man holding a feather fan, with the aura of grass and trees swirling around him. He was Su Qingyao, skilled in Array Formations and a cultivator of the Withered Glory Art.
"Ye Chen, don't panic!" Shi Meng roared. He slammed his shield into the ground, and a yellow earth-colored defensive formation sprang up, blocking the Great Peng King's dive. Su Qingyao gave her feather fan a gentle wave, and countless vines burst from beneath the earth, winding around the Great Peng King's wings. "Spirit Binding Array, rise!" she cried.
The three worked together seamlessly: Ye Chen attacked, Shi Meng defended, and Su Qingyao controlled the battlefield. The speed of the Gale Sword Art, the resilience of the Indestructible Vajra Body, and the vitality and restraints of the Withered Glory Art—after half a day of fierce fighting, the mighty Golden Winged Great Peng King of the Taiyi Realm finally ran out of strength. Ye Chen pierced his pipa bone with a single sword thrust and subdued him.
"We owe this to Qingyao's Spirit Binding Array. That Great Peng King would've been a tough opponent otherwise." Ye Chen wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Meanwhile, in the far north of the Primordial World, a woman in white stood atop a glacier. Her name was Jiang Hanyue, and she had innate mastery over the power of Yin. She cultivated the Great Yin Profound Technique and was one of the Human Race's rare female prodigies in the Taiyi Realm. Most importantly, she was the daughter of Jiang He and Feng Li Yue!
That was right. Feng Li Yue had become pregnant after the great battle, and Jiang Hanyue had spent one thousand five hundred years in the womb. She had been born in the Golden Immortal Realm. Growing up, she had never lacked spiritual treasures and materials, and she was also Empress Nuwa's favorite. Empress Nuwa personally guided her cultivation, and she had broken through to the Taiyi Realm in less than ten thousand years!
This frozen land was home to a rare spiritual material, Ice Soul Divine Crystal, which could greatly improve the cultivation of those who practiced Yin-based techniques. Han Yue had volunteered to come here to train!
As soon as Han Yue found the Ice Soul Divine Crystal vein, she ran into the Ice Yi Race of the northern lands. The Ice Yi Race was an innate water-element clan, skilled in the art of sealing things in ice. Their leader had reached the late Grand Unity Golden Immortal stage. "Human brat, how dare you covet our clan's sacred land!" the Ice Yi Leader roared, waving his hand and sending a storm of ice spikes at Han Yue.
Han Yue remained calm as the power of Yin flowed around her, forming a bright moonlight shield. Rather than meet the attack head-on, she activated the "Moonshadow Clones" of the Great Yin Profound Technique, creating dozens of doppelgangers to confuse the Ice Yi Race. At the same time, she gathered Yin sword qi at her fingertips and precisely struck the weak points in the ice spikes.
"Thousand Miles of Ice Seal!" Seeing his attacks fail, the Ice Yi Leader unleashed his Innate Divine Ability. The entire vein was instantly frozen, and even space itself turned to frost. Han Yue's doppelgangers shattered one after another, and her true body was encased in ice. At that critical moment, the Great Yin Profound Technique inside her erupted. The aura of the Ice Soul Divine Crystal resonated with the power of Yin within her, and the ice began to melt.
"Impossible!" The Ice Yi Leader stared at her in disbelief. Seizing the opportunity, Han Yue unleashed the Great Yin Soul Cursing Spell, an invisible sonic attack aimed directly at the Ice Yi Leader's soul. The Ice Yi Leader cried out as his soul shook, and his ice-sealing divine ability instantly collapsed. Han Yue seized the opening and thrust her sword forward, gravely wounding the Ice Yi Leader and taking control of the entire Ice Soul Divine Crystal vein.
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