A Sword Cuts Through the Ages, Creating a Forbidden Zone of Its Own [Begging for Flower and Reward Support]

The Demon Race would have a hard time activating the Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Array again.

In this battle, the Human Race had actually been the greatest victor.

"But... the victor?"

Jiang Chen looked down at the countless living faces at the foot of Shouyang Mountain, and sorrow filled his heart.

As Lord of the Human Dao and Human Emperor of the Human Race, his heart had long been bound to the people. Their joys and sorrows were his own.

If he had not manifested the cultivation of a Sage today, could the Human Race have met this fate?

Just look...

The snow-white scattered across the mountains was the Human Race's bones!

The dry, hardened red earth was the Human Race's crushed flesh!

The crimson river was the Human Race's blood!

A thousand years, ten thousand years from now, when strings played in harmony and bamboo flutes began to sing, the flesh and blood of the Human Race's ancestors would have returned to the earth.

Would anyone still remember them?

It was as if Jiang Chen had dreamed a dream: he had not taken this step today.

He had let the Human Race follow its original path, and the Demon Race had nearly wiped it out.

He dreamed of countless millions of years in the future, after countless eras...

The ancestors of the Human Race had become legendary figures.

Everything that existed now had vanished without a trace, returned to nothingness.

It was as though they had been erased from this ancient history.

Hiss!!!

As his thoughts reached this point, Jiang Chen felt his scalp go numb.

He had the cultivation of a Sage now!

Every thought and notion he had was terrifyingly powerful. It could alter the course of fate and cause the river of time to branch.

"The Human Race isn't the victor..." Jiang Chen finally said, his heart heavy with sorrow.

He felt no joy or elation at having established the Human Dao.

He felt no exhilaration at all.

In this battle, hundreds of Human Tribes had been reduced to ruins.

Hundreds of thousands, even over a million people, had become victims of the Blood Calamity, reduced to ashes.

Their bodies had vanished completely, and their blood essence had been devoured!

"Human Emperor!!" The countless people of the Human Race sensed Jiang Chen's sorrow, and their hearts ached with his.

More than a million Human Race beings had died today.

Before this, every so often, dozens of Human Tribes had been reduced to ashes and turned into blood food!

The Human Race could now rise through the Human Dao established by the Human Emperor.

But those who had died could never return.

In an instant!!!

Jiang Chen raised his sword, right before the eyes of the Sages and the mighty beings of Heaven and Earth.

He pointed it at a Demon Marshal of the Demon Race!

"No!!!" Flying Sickle was horrified. His body, as thick as a mountain, turned deathly pale beneath that gaze, and seemed on the verge of bursting apart!

"Empress Nuwa, save me!"

In his desperation, Flying Sickle sought a Sage's protection.

Of those present, only Nuwa had any particular affinity with their Demon Race.

Crack!

Flying Sickle died, without even the chance to flee.

Once a Sage had locked onto him, there was no escaping certain death—not even at the farthest edge of Heaven or the ends of the Earth—unless another Sage sheltered him.

In the end, Nuwa did not intervene. She remained hidden in Chaos, letting Jiang Chen vent his anger.

With one sword strike, he cut down a Grand Unity Golden Immortal of the Demon Race!

Blood Rain fell as the rules and order broke apart, and space itself collapsed.

Di Jun's heart clenched. Eastern Emperor Taiyi was shaken.

The Ancestral Witches were all stunned.

Jiang Chen had acted so decisively, with no regard for Dao Ancestor Hongjun, Nuwa, or the other Sages present?

After Jiang Chen killed the Grand Unity Golden Immortal with one strike, his gaze remained perfectly calm.

He said quietly, "I really want to kill you all..."

But Jiang Chen understood that Dao Ancestor Hongjun and Nuwa had both refrained from intervening in his strike. That meant they were already letting him settle this matter's karma.

It had all begun with the fierce battle between the Demon Race's Fei Lian Tribe and Great Shaman Da Yi, entangled with old grievances.

Killing Demon Emperor Di Jun here today was out of the question.

Nuwa would never agree, and neither would Dao Ancestor Hongjun.

As Lord of the Human Dao, he was interfering with the Heavenly Dao's ordained fate. Hongjun, who had merged with the Dao, would never let Jiang Chen do such a thing.

But now that Jiang Chen had killed a Demon Marshal,

and Nuwa had heard what he had said, she naturally understood his intentions.

"From this day on, Demon Emperor Di Jun will enter seclusion for a thousand years and may not emerge before then! The Demon Race must not wantonly enter the Human Tribes!" Nuwa declared in the name of a Sage, leaving no room for anyone to object.

"Yes!" Di Jun was afraid too. He feared Jiang Chen might disregard all consequences and kill him before his time ran out.

It was only a thousand years. A single period of seclusion would pass in no time.

Jiang Chen looked at Nuwa when he heard her.

Then he raised his sword once more!

He couldn't leave the Human Race with a great calamity waiting to strike!

He might spare Di Jun, but he still had to secure a safe place for the Human Race!

Chapter 35: A Sword Cuts Through the Ages, Creating a Forbidden Zone of Its Own [Begging for Flower and Reward Support]

Jiang Chen's long hair fell loose, and the most blazing radiance in all Heaven and Earth shone around him!

It was hot enough to scorch the sky, destroy all things, and reduce them to a sea of flames.

He was going to swing the Grand Unity Immortal Sword and cleave open the ancient firmament!

"What is he going to do!" The several Ancestral Witches of the Wu Clan cried out in alarm.

They sensed within him an unparalleled power that could casually wipe them out—a power in its purest form.

"I see a possibility in him. I can't explain it, but it feels as though some ordained fate is guiding me..." Among the Ancestral Witches, Houtu murmured distractedly.

She slowly emerged from the Chaos Outer Heavens.

She stepped toward the Human Ancestral Land at Shouyang Mountain, her eyes vacant, as though something were drawing her onward.

It was the Heavenly Dao guiding her!

"Can I... fulfill my wish there?" Houtu kept murmuring.

Di Jiang and the other Ancestral Witches were horrified when they saw this.

They hurriedly shouted, "Little sister! Come back! That is a Sage's strike! You can't possibly withstand it!"

"Little sister! Snap out of it!"

"Little sister! Why should the Wu Clan revere the Heavenly Dao's ordained fate? Father God Pangu followed the Great Dao—why should we be bound by the Heavenly Dao?"

The Ancestral Witches cried out in alarm.

They could see the light of the sword in Jiang Chen's hand growing ever more brilliant. It was powerful enough to instantly kill any Quasi-Saint beneath the Sages.

They would be utterly powerless to fight back.

The sight was terrifying, and it made Di Jiang and the others tremble.

At the same time, they were deeply worried by Houtu's audacious actions.

By the time they reacted, Houtu had already set foot on Shouyang Mountain.

A Quasi-Saint could cross Heaven and Earth in a single thought.

Fortunately, Jiang Chen had not released any killing intent. He did not mean to kill her.

"I'll bring our little sister back!" Di Jiang, the Ancestral Witch who wielded the Space Law, stepped forward. He wanted to wake Houtu from that strange state and bring her back.