High-End Primordial World: One Command, All Transmigrators Recalled

"Today, I will tell these youths about ancient times, and in the future, they will pass this heritage down to their own disciples, students, and descendants."

"Our Human Race's legacy has been passed down from generation to generation without interruption; the day of our true rise will surely come!"

This thought flashed through the old man's mind.

Afterward, he focused his attention.

He began to impart the most fundamental path of cultivation to Zhou Yuan and the others.

As the old man started to explain the cultivation methods, Zhou Yuan was, of course, extremely attentive.

Setting aside the great dangers of the Primordial World.

Just the prospect of achieving longevity and eternal youth through cultivation was an irresistible temptation for Zhou Yuan.

And just as Zhou Yuan and the others began listening to the old man's teachings and attempting their first cultivation session.

Outside Luoyang.

The world suddenly plunged into darkness.

All sunlight was swallowed by the abruptly appearing black clouds.

Those layers of churning black clouds.

Were like monstrous, surging waves.

Constantly advancing towards Luoyang.

In a blink, they had completely enveloped Luoyang.

As the black clouds spread.

Gales of chilling wind and misty fog also began to permeate the area.

A bone-chilling cold that made living beings unable to bear it started to affect all beings covered by the black clouds.

"Clang clang clang clang..."

Urgent bell tolls followed one after another.

Continuous and unending, carrying the aura of fierce battles, they instantly spread throughout and beyond the Divine Capital.

At the same time, they delivered an extremely dangerous signal to all adult members of the Human Race.

The Demon Race... is attacking!!!

Chapter 3: Who Told You One Witch-Slaying Sword Was Enough? The Human Race is in Danger!

The sky-filling black clouds and chilling, misty fog instantly enveloped Luoyang.

The entire world seemed to have fallen into darkness.

Under the rapid tolling of the bells.

Everyone panicked.

The youths who had been listening to the old man's teachings beside Zhou Yuan now all displayed a look of bewildered confusion.

Clearly.

Upon hearing the bells, they couldn't react immediately.

This was quite normal.

Because the Divine Capital of Luoyang had not encountered such an event for many years.

As youths, they had no experience of a Demon Race invasion.

Even with the education they had received, it was not enough for them to react instantly.

However, although they hadn't reacted, their teacher had instantly awakened.

"Everyone retreat to the backyard!!!"

A thunderous roar erupted.

The old man's body exuded a vast aura of magical power.

It soared into the sky in an instant.

Judging by his demeanor, he was going to support the guards.

Zhou Yuan did not dare to delay.

He led his classmates and rushed to the backyard.

What was called the backyard.

Upon actually arriving, they discovered.

It was actually a vast, immense plaza.

A considerable number of Human Race members had already gathered around.

There were men and women, old and young.

Zhou Yuan and the other young people were more numerous.

The situation on the scene was somewhat chaotic.

But fortunately, there were still warriors maintaining order.

So, although there was a moment of chaos, it did not escalate into any major problems.

"Alas, what crime has our Human Race committed to suffer such a tragedy!"

"Damn Demon Race, they've actually invaded the Divine Capital this time. I truly wish I could skin and eat those abominations!!!"

Zhou Yuan chose a spot to stop.

He suddenly heard people nearby discussing the Demon Race.

Zhou Yuan pondered for a moment and walked over to them.

After paying his respects, he introduced himself and asked for details.

Seeing Zhou Yuan's youthful appearance, the people discussing did not reject him.

"Young friend Zhou Yuan, you wouldn't know, but we humans are actually constantly threatened by the Demon Race..."

Saying this, the person paused again.

It wasn't to create suspense.

It was because when he said this sentence, his emotions were so intense that he could barely speak.

"Why..."

Hearing the other person's words, Zhou Yuan's face also showed a hint of anger.

Concepts like "united against a common enemy" and "sympathy for fellows" came to mind.

These were the emotions surging in Zhou Yuan's heart at that moment.

"For the Witch-Slaying Sword."

Another voice from the side chimed in.

"Witch-Slaying Sword?"

Zhou Yuan naturally knew of it.

The Witch Race's true bodies were powerful, and ordinary demons could not break through them.

Therefore, the Demon Race refined the Witch-Slaying Sword with the flesh, blood, and Primordial Spirits of the Human Race to weaken the Witch Race's true bodies on the battlefield.

It was said that even the Ancestor Witches would be affected.

But the war between demons and witches had passed so many years ago.

Hadn't the Witch-Slaying Sword been refined long ago?

Why were the demons still slaughtering humans to refine such a vicious weapon now?

"Young friend Zhou Yuan, the Witch-Slaying Sword is not simply a weapon. It is a divine ability that requires the continuous consumption of our Human Race's flesh, blood, and Primordial Spirits to maintain."

"Therefore, calling it 'refining' the Witch-Slaying Sword is actually incorrect. It is using our Human Race's flesh, blood, and Primordial Spirits as sacrifices to unleash a vicious method against the Witch Race."

"Once activated, it can only be maintained for a maximum of one hundred thousand years, and a new batch of consumables is required every hundred years."

The person who interjected spoke with a slightly calmer tone than the others.

However, within this calmness, Zhou Yuan felt not cold-bloodedness, but a profound, inexpressible sorrow.

Sorrow is greater than the death of the heart.

This person before him.

He had likely witnessed too many such events.

To the point where he had no emotional energy left to erupt anymore.

"This!!!"

Zhou Yuan had not experienced so many things yet.

Hearing the truth about the so-called Witch-Slaying Sword, he found it truly difficult to accept.

However, he was still rational. He quickly managed to calm his emotions, refraining from any meaningless outbursts. He simply looked at the person beside him and asked:

"Is there no one to manage the Demon Race's actions?"

"We humans were born between heaven and earth. Are we to be bullied like this by the Demon Race?"

Refining the Witch-Slaying Sword with the flesh, blood, and Primordial Spirits of the Human Race was already extremely wicked.