War Ends, Human Race Rises

Hongjun's decree hung over the Primordial World like the laws of heaven and earth—the Blood Sea sealed, the Demon Race confined to the east, the endless flames of war temporarily quelled. Yet beneath the calm, undercurrents surged ever more violently. Within the Human Race's camp at Blackwater Bay, Jiang He stood atop the highest watchtower, his gaze sweeping across the Primordial land, sensing the lingering Sha Qi and the chaotic aftershocks of spiritual energy still thick in the air. Beside him, Zhenyuanzi remained composed, the faint wisp of Hongyun's Primordial Spirit in his palm having transformed into a weak red light, merging into the Human Race's fortune, awaiting the chance for reincarnation.

"Pass my order." Jiang He's voice was calm but carried an unyielding authority. "All warriors, return home!"

The moment the command was issued, the Human Race camp erupted in long-suppressed cheers. Since the birth of the Human Race, this was their first large-scale formal battle against external foes. They had successfully repelled a powerful enemy and carved out their own renown.

Unlike the Human Race of the Primordial World in his past life, these humans were born with innate gifts. Some infants could speak the moment they landed, their spiritual roots natural and unguided, sensing heaven and earth's spiritual energy without effort. Others were born with Divine Strength, capable of moving mountains and draining seas, their physical bodies rivaling demonic beasts. Still others possessed extraordinary comprehension, a natural affinity for the laws of the Great Dao, advancing in cultivation at a staggering pace. This was the result of Jiang He's intervention in Empress Nuwa's creation of humanity—he had successfully altered the Human Race's future, granting them innate mastery over various laws.

Deep in the night, Jiang He sat alone in his study. Before his fingertip floated a crimson pearl, suffused with hazy, radiant light—his Companion Spiritual Treasure, the Red Dust Pearl. Within the pearl, countless miniature world projections rose and fell, collided, and merged, emitting a vast and complex aura. These Small Worlds had been derived from the Red Dust Pearl absorbing the information Jiang He had uploaded—films, novels, and other knowledge from his past life. Now, they were in a critical stage of fusion, with independent Small Worlds gradually converging into a more complete and grand Red Dust Realm.

"The path of technology is ultimately unsuited for the Primordial World." Jiang He gently stroked the Red Dust Pearl, his mind churning with thoughts. Earlier, he had attempted to introduce technological knowledge from his past life into the Human Race, hoping to strengthen them through another means. But Empress Nuwa had awakened him—technological development was not only constrained by the laws of heaven and earth but also clashed with the Human Race's innate cultivation talent, ultimately hindering their comprehension of the Great Dao. It caused the Human Race's fortune to stagnate. After several experiments, Jiang He decisively abandoned this path, shifting his focus to the other two functions of the Red Dust Pearl.

Jiang He had taken martial arts techniques that once existed only in texts and combined them with the spiritual energy system of the Primordial World and the physical traits of the Human Race, continuously refining and optimizing them. The Nine Yang True Scripture merged with the Primordial World's Yang Law, evolving into the more domineering and pure Nine Yang Immortal Scripture. The Nine Yin True Scripture absorbed the power of Great Yin, transforming into the Great Yin Profound Technique, which could nourish the soul while concealing deadly intent. Even the mundane martial arts of the Jianghu were deduced into foundational techniques suitable for Human Race cultivators to build their foundations and temper their bodies.

Combined with the earlier Martial Codex, he created even more classified martial arts, greatly expanding the diverse choices for Human Race prodigies, leading to the emergence of countless geniuses.

Beyond that, the communication function of the Red Dust Pearl had been integrated into the daily life of the Human Race. Every adult Human Race citizen received a Communication Ring refined by Jiang He using the power of the Red Dust Pearl. Linked to the pearl, these rings allowed real-time transmission of information and exchange of insights, no matter the distance. Now scattered across the Primordial World, the Human Race relied on these Communication Rings to maintain close ties, share resources, and call for help in times of danger, binding the dispersed people together as one cohesive whole.

"Once the Red Dust Realm's fusion is complete, it might serve as the latest training ground for the Human Race. The previous worlds were ultimately virtual." Jiang He gazed at the merging world projections within the Red Dust Pearl, a new plan forming in his mind.

The fused Red Dust Realm would encompass everything—Jianghu grudges, family and national loyalties, immortal adventures, and struggles for the Great Dao. It would provide an excellent training ground for Human Race cultivators, allowing them to temper their minds and comprehend the Dao amidst the mundane world, all without facing fatal dangers in the Primordial World.

As the Red Dust Realm continued to improve, Jiang He vaguely sensed that this Companion Spiritual Treasure's potential went far beyond this.

The more Red Dust information it absorbed, the more complete the fused worlds became, and the stronger its deduction power grew. Perhaps in the future, it could not only deduce techniques but also formations, alchemy, and even reflect the grand trends of the Primordial World, guiding the Human Race through the Tribulation of Calamity. This could open up even more development paths suited to the Human Race.

Of course, technology wasn't entirely useless. Jiang He certainly wouldn't dismiss it outright. What he needed to do was transform technology into a Primordial World version that wouldn't affect fortune.

Outside the window, the lights of Human Race villages dotted the land like stars, and the auspicious clouds of fortune grew ever denser. Jiang He tightened his grip on the Red Dust Pearl, his eyes filled with unwavering resolve.

Hongjun's anomaly, the undercurrents of the Tribulation of Calamity, and the covetous gazes of the Primordial World's races all foretold that the Human Race's path ahead was still fraught with thorns. But with the Red Dust Pearl's aid, the Human Race's innate talents and condensed fortune, and powerful allies like Zhenyuanzi, he was certain he could lead the Human Race through the treacherous waves of the Tribulation of Calamity and forge their own path to prosperity.

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Jiang He had lifted the Human Race's restrictions, allowing his people to venture into the Primordial World. In an instant, numerous Human Race groups once again stepped out, writing their own legends across the Primordial land.

The River of Time—Ten Thousand Years!

Ten thousand years had passed since the last great war. The lands ravaged by that conflict had long since returned to their former prosperity.

Three thousand miles west of Luo Shui City, deep within the Cangwu Mountain Range, a cyan figure moved like a Ghosts and evil spirits through the dense forest. This man was named Ye Chen. Born with a natural affinity for the Law of Wind, he cultivated the Gale Sword Art, deduced from the Red Dust Pearl. His goal on this expedition was to find the legendary Millennium Vermilion Fruit, said to nourish the soul. But no sooner had he entered the mountains than he encountered a nest of Golden Winged Great Peng Demons.

The Golden Winged Great Peng Demons were unmatched in speed across the Primordial World, their claws capable of shattering metal and stone. Ordinary cultivators would have no choice but to flee. Yet Ye Chen showed no fear. His footwork shifted, his form moving as nimbly as the wind, barely dodging the demon's sudden strike. "Well met!" Ye Chen shouted, drawing his longsword. A cyan Sword Qi, wrapped in a fierce gale, shot forth—the killing move of the Gale Sword Art: Wind Sweeps Clouds.

With a sweep of his sword, several low-level Great Peng Demons fell. The Golden Winged Great Peng King, enraged by the sight, spread his wings, blotting out the sky. A terrifying pressure descended. Ye Chen's eyes sharpened as he pushed the Gale Sword Art to its limit, wind elements coalescing around him into a cyan shield. At the same time, he tapped his Communication Ring, sending a message to nearby Human Race squads: "Cangwu Mountain Range, encountered the Golden Winged Great Peng King. Requesting backup!"

Within three breaths of the message being sent, two streaks of light shot across the sky. One figure bore a massive shield, his build as sturdy as a small mountain—Shi Meng, born with Divine Strength and a cultivator of the Indestructible Vajra Body. The other held a feathered fan, his features handsome, surrounded by the aura of wood and grass—Su Qingyao, skilled in formations and a cultivator of the Withered Glory Art.

"Ye Chen, don't panic!" Shi Meng bellowed, slamming his giant shield into the ground. A yellow defensive formation instantly spread out, blocking the Great Peng King's dive. Su Qingyao gently waved her fan, and countless vines burst from the earth, entangling the Great Peng King's wings. She cried out, "Spirit Binding Array, rise!"

The three worked in perfect harmony—Ye Chen on offense, Shi Meng on defense, and Su Qingyao controlling the field. The swiftness of the Gale Sword Art, the resilience of the Indestructible Vajra Body, and the vitality and restraint of the Withered Glory Art clashed for half a day. At last, the Taiyi Realm Golden Winged Great Peng King exhausted his strength, and Ye Chen pierced his shoulder blade with a single strike, capturing and subduing him.

"Thank Qingyao's Spirit Binding Array," Ye Chen said, wiping the sweat from his brow. "Otherwise, this Great Peng King would have been no easy foe."

In the far north of the Primordial World, a frozen wasteland, a woman in white stood atop a glacier. Her name was Jiang Hanyue. Born with mastery over the power of Great Yin, she cultivated the Great Yin Profound Technique and was a rare Taiyi Realm female prodigy of the Human Race. More importantly, she was the daughter of Jiang He and Feng Li Yue.

Yes, after the great war, Feng Li Yue had conceived. Jiang Hanyue had gestated for a full one thousand five hundred years. Born at the Golden Immortal Realm, she had never lacked for rare spiritual materials since childhood. Empress Nuwa doted on her, personally guiding her cultivation, and in less than ten thousand years, she had broken through to the Taiyi Realm.

This land of ice and snow nurtured a rare spiritual material—the Ice Soul Divine Crystal, which could greatly enhance the cultivation of Yin-attribute cultivators. Hanyue had volunteered to come here for training.

No sooner had Hanyue located the Ice Soul Divine Crystal vein than she encountered the Ice Yi Race of the northern wastes. The Ice Yi were a congenital water-attribute alien race, masters of ice-sealing techniques, and their leader had reached the late Primordial Unity Golden Immortal stage. "Human brat, how dare you covet my race's sacred ground!" the Ice Yi Leader roared, waving his hand to summon a storm of ice spikes, surrounding Hanyue.

Hanyue remained calm, the power of Great Yin swirling around her, forming a shield of moonlight. She didn't fight head-on. Instead, she activated the "Moon Shadow Clone" technique from the Great Yin Profound Technique, splitting into dozens of clones to confuse the Ice Yi. At the same time, she condensed Great Yin Sword Qi at her fingertip, precisely striking the weak points of 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, even the air crystallizing into frost. Hanyue's clones shattered one by one, and her true body was encased in ice. In that critical moment, the Great Yin Profound Technique within her erupted. The aura of the Ice Soul Divine Crystal resonated with her Great Yin power, and the ice began to slowly melt.

"This is impossible!" The Ice Yi Leader's face was a mask of disbelief. Seizing the opportunity, Hanyue unleashed the Great Yin Soul Cursing Spell. An invisible sonic attack struck directly at the Ice Yi Leader's Primordial Spirit. With a scream, his spirit trembled, and his ice-sealing technique collapsed instantly. Hanyue struck, her longsword piercing forward, gravely wounding the Ice Yi Leader and claiming the entire Ice Soul Divine Crystal vein.