Primordial: I Was Exposed After Hiding for Eons

Fortune or misfortune, what will come will come...

The Primordial Creation Ranking emerged, revealing many hidden secrets to the world.

Who knew what consequences this exposure would bring to the Primordial Realm...

The Violet Gold Qi in the sky began to seethe once more.

After a moment, the golden light in the air blazed brighter, and another treasure manifested.

The billions of beings in the Primordial Realm looked closely—it was yet another longsword.

This sword was neither fully a sword nor fully a blade.

Its blade was not straight but bore a strange, twisted curve.

One side was the sword edge, now gleaming with a bloody, flowing light.

The other side was jagged like wolf fangs, crisscrossing unevenly.

As soon as this sword appeared—

Within the Heavenly Court, Di Jun and Tai Yi's faces instantly changed.

Their expressions were extremely grim...

They had never imagined that hiding this sword inside the Chaos Bell would not keep it concealed.

It seemed the Demon Race, like the Witch Race, was about to take a heavy fall before the eyes of the Primordial Realm.

After the golden light manifested this sword—

The Violet Qi began to seethe again, and then the Great Dao Script gradually took shape in the air:

["Magic Treasure Ranking, Forty-Fourth Place: Witch Slaying Sword. Refined from the branches of the Fusang Divine Tree, tempered with the blood and souls of tens of millions of humans. Now fully matured, it specializes in breaking the physical bodies of the Witch Race. Even Great Witches and Ancestral Witches can be slain. Its power is boundless, but because it targets only the Witch Race, it ranks forty-fourth. Master: Di Jun!"]

As soon as these lines of Great Dao Script appeared, the entire Primordial Realm erupted in uproar.

Every being looked toward the Heavenly Court with shock.

The whole Primordial Realm fell into utter chaos.

So it wasn't just the Witch Race secretly slaughtering humans to forge a sword.

The Demon Race had done the same.

If anything, the Demon Race had likely killed several times more humans...

Thus, both the Witch and Monster Races...

Were no better than the other.

Such overwhelming murderous intent was utterly appalling...

Many Primordial Great Powers cursed inwardly.

At the same time, they turned their gazes toward the Wa Imperial Palace.

After all, humans were a species created by Empress Nuwa when she attained sainthood.

Was it truly acceptable for the Witch and Monster Races to massacre them so wantonly?

Would Empress Nuwa really do nothing?

Everyone waited for Empress Nuwa's response...

Yet from the Wa Imperial Palace deep in the sky, no sound ever came.

This made many people's expressions shift again and again.

Ever since Empress Nuwa created humanity—

She had basically never looked after them again...

The Primordial Great Powers had originally thought Empress Nuwa was tempering humanity...

But now it seemed otherwise.

Humanity had been utterly abandoned by Nuwa...

Countless faces showed sympathy.

Was humanity really being so brutally slaughtered by the Witch and Monster Races? How pitiful was that?

The Primordial Realm's environment was already harsh beyond measure.

Humans were weak, their survival extremely difficult.

They were always struggling on the edge of life and death.

On top of that, the Primordial Realm's countless disasters came without end.

Humanity had already reached the point of gasping for breath.

Yet the Witch Race and the Demon Race specifically hunted humans, slaughtering them to refine the Witch Slaying Sword and the Demon Slaying Sword.

The weak human race now skulked like rats, barely clinging to life.

Perhaps in a little while, humanity would be completely wiped out...

Mass extinction...

At this thought, many great beings shuddered involuntarily...

At that moment, in a corner of the Primordial Chaos Land, countless humans stood gathered.

Tears streamed down every face.

After all, all of this was far too cruel for them.

Since their birth, no matter how harsh the conditions they faced.

The ancestors of the human race had never given up.

On the contrary, they fought tenaciously, struggling with all their might.

Carrying an endless battle lust, they charged forward one after another to meet death.

All for the sake of preserving the last spark of humanity's bloodline.

To prevent the complete extinction of the human race.

They fought against heaven, against earth, against other living beings of the Primordial Chaos Land.

They sought to gather the strongest will to fight, then plant their roots firmly in the Primordial Chaos Land and stand their ground.

To become a race that stood tall between heaven and earth.

To become a race of flesh and blood, with heart and soul.

Yet at this very moment, they were utterly heartbroken and disillusioned.

Since Nuwa Holy Mother created them, why did she abandon them to their fate?

If she usually left them to fend for themselves, that could be tolerated.

But now, with the Demon Race and Witch Race hunting humans on a massive scale.

Why did Nuwa Holy Mother, as the creator of humanity, do nothing?

If that was the case, why create the human race in the first place?

Was it merely for the merit of creating life to attain the Saint realm?

At this moment, led by Suirenshi and Youchaoshi, all the humans knelt to the ground, devoutly prostrating toward the Wo Palace:

"Humanity begs Nuwa Holy Mother to seek justice for the human race..."

"Humanity begs Nuwa Holy Mother to seek justice for the human race..."

At first, the sound was barely audible.

Moments later, it spread like wildfire across the Primordial Chaos Land.

Every surviving human knelt to the ground, praying to Nuwa Sage.

The sound gradually swelled into a roaring tide.

That vast and mighty voice completely overwhelmed everything in the Primordial Chaos Land.

The entire world was left with only the roaring, Shocking Heaven prayer of humanity.

They had never needed Nuwa's protection.

Everything, the human race would fight for themselves.

Now, at this moment, facing injustice, facing slaughter, all they needed was fairness.

They only needed Nuwa Holy Mother to step forward and demand justice for them.

Nothing more.

That roaring tide of voices still cried out with all their might.

Every human knelt to the ground, praying for Nuwa to reclaim justice for them.

All the great beings were shaken by the human race, as weak as ants.