Rewriting the Investiture of the Gods in the Primordial Era

When speaking of sheer power, which race – dragons, phoenixes, qilin, witches, or demons – wasn't powerful? The Asura race hardly stood a chance.

Twice, karmic merit descended, shaking the entire Primordial Era, yet the situation in the Nine Nether Blood Sea remained unchanged. It was still two Quasi-Saints battling two Saints, a battle that looked like certain death for the former.

Zhunti glanced down at the Nether Blood Sea below. After achieving Sainthood, all heavenly secrets became clear. Both he and Jieyin understood the situation in the blood sea perfectly. The source of the blood sea held great importance for the Primordial Era and could not be destroyed.

If the blood sea couldn't be eliminated, then Minghe couldn't be killed. At best, he could only be taught a lesson. In that case, the gain would not be worth the loss.

Zhunti's eyes shifted, and he came up with a plan. After a brief exchange with Jieyin, Zhunti looked at Minghe. Instantly, a vast Saintly might swept out. The Saintly might permeated the area, as if the heavens and earth were collapsing. The surging blood sea was instantly suppressed, its surface as flat as a mirror, without the slightest ripple.

"Minghe, you schemed to kill my senior and junior brothers. I should have annihilated you then and there, but I will spare your life out of consideration for the times we listened to the Dao together!"

"Today, you owe my Western Teaching a great karma. My disciples will collect it in the future!"

With that, Zhunti turned to Kunpeng. "Kunpeng, you gave up your seat for my senior and junior brothers at the Purple Heaven Palace in the past. My senior and junior brothers owe you a great karma."

"Today, you intended to scheme against us, so let us settle that past karma."

As the words fell, Zhunti and Jieyin vanished instantly, and the monstrous Saintly might that permeated the blood sea also dissipated.

Everything became calm, leaving only the two of them stunned in place. Their attempt to steal a chicken had resulted in the loss of the rice. They hadn't obtained the Hongmeng Purple Qi, but instead incurred karmic debt.

The karma of a Saint was not easily repaid, and Ancestor Minghe's expression turned extremely grim. Fortunately, he had managed to save his life.

However, if the Saints didn't act, was it impossible to destroy the blood sea?

Ancestor Minghe narrowed his eyes, and an idea began to form in his mind. If that were the case, he would be completely safe.

Unfortunately, this guess could only remain a guess. If he was wrong and rashly angered a Saint, he would truly perish.

Ancestor Minghe sighed and transformed into a streak of blood light, disappearing into the blood sea.

"Minghe, you caused me to owe a Saint karma. How will this be resolved?"

Kunpeng stared at the monstrous blood sea below, gritting his teeth.

The more Kunpeng thought about it, the angrier he became. If Minghe hadn't instigated him, he would still be comfortably residing in the Heavenly Court. With Zhunti and Jieyin achieving Sainthood, and two Saints owing him karma, coupled with the karma of giving up his seat, wouldn't that be much better than his current situation with Minghe?

Now, after a trip to the Blood Sea, the karma owed by the Saints was gone!

He had given up his seat, yielding a Saintly position, and ended up with nothing. The Saints settling their karma by not killing him left Kunpeng truly wanting to cry.

This caused Kunpeng's mood, which had just improved after narrowly escaping death, to plummet.

"Scram!"

"Dare to babble again, and don't blame this ancestor for showing no mercy with his sword!"

Giant waves surged over the blood sea, and a sharp killing intent swept out from within it, causing Kunpeng's heart to tremble.

Kunpeng's expression changed slightly. With a flash, he left the Nine Nether Blood Sea. Looking at the blood sea below in the Primordial Era, Kunpeng's eyes were filled with hatred.

"Minghe, you've gone too far!"

"Don't let me fall into this Demon Master's hands in the future, or I'll make you pay!"

After uttering a stern warning, Kunpeng immediately turned and returned to the Heavenly Court.

Ancestor Minghe had the support of the Blood Sea, making his strength incomparable to an ordinary peak Quasi-Saint. It was more reliable to stay by the Demon Sovereign's side. No matter how bold Minghe was, he wouldn't dare to cause trouble in the Heavenly Court!

Central Phoenix Mountain!

Jiang Haofeng calmly gazed towards the West. The two Western Saints had also returned. With this, the Six Saints of the Heavenly Dao were fully in place, and the Primordial Era had officially entered the era of Saints.

From this day forward, the ultimate powerhouses in the Primordial Era would forever be the indestructibly eternal Saints, and the entire Primordial Era had become a chessboard for Saints to compete on.

From now until the Witch-Demon War, when the Saints would take the Saint-Slaying Pill, for a period of over one Calamity, it would be the era of Saints!

Jiang Haofeng quietly retracted his gaze. All of this had little to do with the Human Clan at present.

The Primordial Era would now enter a period where various innate beings would seek out Saints as their masters. Not much would happen in the short term. This period was a rare opportunity for the Human Clan to strengthen its influence, and it should not be wasted.

Once the Saints had finished accepting disciples, the Witch-Demon Calamity would be fast approaching, and the Human Clan's troubles would begin...

The entire Human Clan resumed its cultivation, especially the innate humans and those of the Human Hidden Lineage, who cultivated with exceptional diligence.

While the Human Clan was cultivating, the entire Primordial Era was in an uproar. Countless beings trekked across mountains and rivers, heading towards Mount Sumeru and Kunlun Mountain, desperately hoping to become disciples of a Saint. For a time, Kunlun Mountain and Mount Sumeru became the focal point of the entire Primordial Era.

As time passed, more and more innate beings were accepted as disciples by the Saints, listening to the grand Dao of the Saints. The disciples of Jie Teaching, Chan Teaching, and Western Teaching grew rapidly, their destiny flourishing. Especially Jie Teaching, which had thousands of disciples, and Kunlun Mountain was filled with Jie Teaching disciples.

And none of this disturbed the Human Clan.

In the blink of an eye, ten thousand Yuan Hui passed!

Central Phoenix Mountain!

Jiang Haofeng sat cross-legged in the place where he had previously lectured. With a raise of his hand, a streak of profound light flashed, and the great bell hanging beside the Ancestral Pavilion struck. The melodious bell sound echoed throughout Central Phoenix Mountain.

However, the bell sound only resonated around Central Phoenix Mountain and did not cause the bells held by the Grand Elder Taishang of the Human Clan to ring.

This was another way to use the great bell. Without the activation of magic power, simply striking it with brute force would not activate the bell, essentially treating the great bell as a mere bell rather than a Magic Treasure.

If it were activated with magic power, the great bell would remain silent, and only the Grand Elder Taishang of the Human Clan holding the bell would be able to perceive it. That was reserved for convening the Human Clan Assembly.

Simply striking it with brute force was Jiang Haofeng's method of summoning the members of the Human Hidden Lineage!

The bell sound echoed through Nuwa City. Upon hearing the bell, all the innate humans dared not delay and headed towards the inner city!

A moment later, in the place where Jiang Haofeng once lectured on the Martial Dao, nearly five thousand members of the Human race gathered. There were fifteen hundred Innate Humans and three thousand seven hundred and twenty-one Acquired Humans!

Jiang Haofeng looked at the more than three thousand seven hundred Acquired Humans before him, his face filled with emotion.

He remembered that when he lectured on the Dao, three hundred thousand members of the Human race had gathered here. Now, only these more than three thousand seven hundred remained; the rest had long since turned to Kitsuchi.

Ten thousand Kalpas was considered a considerable amount of time in the Primordial Era. True Immortals and Mystic Immortals could not live that long; they would have long been eroded by time and turned to Kitsuchi.

And the remaining more than three thousand seven hundred were all Golden Immortals!

Under Jiang Haofeng's full cultivation, only this many Golden Immortals had emerged from the three hundred thousand members of the Human race. Of the prodigies carefully selected from various tribes, only one percent had broken through to the Golden Immortal realm.

They were now co-existent with heaven and earth, sharing the same lifespan as the sun and moon, truly becoming the foundation of the Human race!

With Golden Immortal cultivation, as long as they did not encounter calamity, they could live until the end of time.

Of course, those who could endure ten thousand calamities without perishing, and those whose bodies were not affected by the calamity qi of the Great Calamity, were Saints. When a Great Calamity descended, who among the hundreds of millions of beings in the Primordial Era could claim to be outside of it?

Jiang Haofeng wondered how many of these more than three thousand seven hundred would survive until the Investiture of the Gods period, and how many would survive until the Journey to the West period.

Jiang Haofeng suppressed the thoughts in his heart. The future would take care of itself; it was best to focus on the present.

At least the Human race now, under Jiang Haofeng's intervention, was much better off than before.

The emergence of over three thousand seven hundred Golden Immortals from the Human Hidden Lineage was a cause for great joy, exceeding Jiang Haofeng's expectations.

The Human Hidden Lineage had three hundred thousand people, producing over three thousand seven hundred Golden Immortals, while the entire Visible Lineage had produced less than a thousand Golden Immortals. The difference between the two lineages was stark.

Of course, a large part of the reason for this was that these three hundred thousand people were originally the most talented batch of the Human race at that time.

That generation of the Human race was only a few generations removed from the Innate Humans, and the innate energy within them was rich. Their talent was much greater than that of the later Acquired Humans, whose innate energy had become thin.

Another part of the reason was that Jiang Haofeng frequently lectured to them, cultivating this batch of the Human race without reservation. He lectured approximately once every hundred years.

Jiang Haofeng was not a Saint and could not manifest the Great Dao for them to see. However, Jiang Haofeng possessed the Myriad Manifestations Heavenly Book, which allowed him to patiently answer everyone's questions on the path of the Martial Dao. While the effect might not have been as good as a Saint's lecture, Jiang Haofeng's frequent lectures ensured that the members of the Human Hidden Lineage always gained something new after each session.

Furthermore, the cultivation atmosphere within the Human Hidden Lineage was undoubtedly the best in the entire Primordial Era!

After each lecture, Jiang Haofeng would point to the stone monument standing on the peak of Central Phoenix Mountain to encourage everyone in their cultivation!

"Protect the unbroken inheritance of our Human race! Guard the unextinguished flame of our Human race!"

These two sentences had always driven the cultivators of the Human Hidden Lineage to cultivate diligently. The three hundred thousand members of the Human Hidden Lineage had never left Central Phoenix Mountain since their arrival. They had been in seclusion and cultivation in Nuwa City until today, all for the purpose of gaining enough strength to protect the Human race!

These two sentences had been etched into the very bones of the members of the Human Hidden Lineage; they were the lifelong beliefs of their cultivation!

Jiang Haofeng could be one hundred percent certain that there was absolutely no one in the Visible Lineage who cultivated as diligently as they did!

This was also the reason why so many powerful individuals had emerged from the Human Hidden Lineage.

Over three thousand Golden Immortals were a force that could not be ignored, even among the Witch and Demon races.

A single Golden Immortal was one thing, but over three thousand was something that ordinary forces truly couldn't produce.

At least Jiang Haofeng was certain that the Human race in the original timeline could not have produced over three thousand Golden Immortals. The current Human race was incomparably stronger than the original one, and it was difficult to say how much.

In the past, even Jie Teaching's "Myriad Immortals Paying Court" only had over ten thousand Golden Immortals. Jie Teaching had developed for more than a Great Calamity to possess such might at that time!

Of course, a significant portion of the cultivation time for Jie Teaching's myriad immortals was spent in the post-Witch-Demon War acquired environment, where the cultivation speed had slowed down considerably.

Moreover, the true core of Jie Teaching was never the ten thousand immortals in "Myriad Immortals Paying Court," but those Grand Luo Golden Immortals and Quasi-Saints. The remaining individuals were basically there to fill the ranks and boost morale, but to change the tide of battle, top-tier powerhouses were still needed.

Perhaps the "Myriad Immortals Array" needed to be set up to gather the power of the myriad immortals!

Of course, the Golden Immortals of Jie Teaching were like this, and so were the Golden Immortals of the Human race. If they were truly sent to the battlefield, it would merely be the Ancestral Witches swinging their fists a few more times. Jiang Haofeng had come here today precisely to resolve this matter.

"Greetings, Ancestor Haofeng!"

Nearly five thousand members of the Human race bowed respectfully to Jiang Haofeng. Whether Innate or Acquired, their eyes were filled with reverence.

Only the twenty-three Grand Elders of the Human race did not bow.

Over the past one hundred thousand Kalpas, Jiang Haofeng had used his actions to solidify his position within the Human race.

If nothing else, within the Human Hidden Lineage, Jiang Haofeng's prestige was absolute.