Rewriting the Investiture of the Gods in the Primordial Era

Rumble!

A magnificent lightning bolt descended from the sky. The Scorpion Demon, at the early stage of Grand Luo Golden Immortal, was struck by the Grand Pure Divine Thunder again. Endless lightning surged within its body. The accumulated Grand Pure divine abilities erupted in succession, and the scorpion demon's physical body exploded. Its vitality rapidly dissipated.

With the death of the scorpion demon, the remaining six Demon Gods simultaneously erupted and fled in all directions.

As the six Demon Gods retreated, Suiren and the other three did not pursue. They descended directly into the battlefield below, unleashing their mighty Grand Unity might. Waves of world-destroying Grand Pure divine abilities, mixed with Grand Pure Profound Light, rained down. A large swathe of demons on the ground was instantly annihilated!

The demons were terrified and immediately broke and fled. In an instant, the Demon Tribe, which had completely gained the upper hand, was routed. The first formal battle between the Human and Demon Tribes ended with the Demon Tribe's defeat!

Jiang Haofeng stood on the ground, gazing at the sky, his eyes flashing with red and blue light. The majestic Demon Court, coiled in the nine heavens, came into view of Jiang Haofeng.

Di Jun, I await your next move!

Sharpness surged in Jiang Haofeng's eyes. He had done his best and would leave the rest to fate. In any case, the outcome could not be worse than the original history.

Moreover, with his intervention, Nuwa City had been built on Central Phoenix Mountain, which could at least preserve the elite of humanity. This was already an immeasurable improvement over the original history.

Having secured a fallback option, he would now give it his all. It would be best if successful, but he would have no regrets if he failed!

At the same time, in the Demon Court, high in the nine heavens, at the Demon Master Palace!

Kunpeng looked at the six weakened demons before him with a look of disbelief.

"What did you say?"

"The seven of you didn't even win against humanity?"

Kunpeng was extremely shocked. These seven were all the Demon Gods born in the Demon Tribe after humanity's birth. They had all been deployed, yet they were no match for humanity?

The six Demon Gods felt ashamed, lowering their heads as they explained, "Four Grand Luo Golden Immortals from humanity, three of whom are at the late stage of Grand Luo, and they possess Saintly divine abilities. We were simply no match for them."

Kunpeng was stunned. Four Grand Luo Golden Immortals, and three of them at the late stage of Grand Luo Golden Immortal?

Humanity had only been born for a little over a hundred thousand epochs. It was already surprising enough that humanity had produced Grand Luo Golden Immortals, but there were actually three existences at the late stage of Grand Luo Golden Immortal. In just over a hundred thousand epochs, how could their cultivation speed be so fast?

Within the entire Demon Tribe, those born after humanity's birth, the strongest was only at the mid-stage of Grand Luo Golden Immortal, and that was the strongest born within the entire Demon Tribe.

The mighty Demon Tribe was like this, yet the weaker humanity had produced existences at the late stage of Grand Luo Golden Immortal. Even though there was only a small gap in cultivation realms, this was Grand Luo Golden Immortal, where breaking through each level was as difficult as climbing to heaven.

Humanity's cultivation speed was too rapid!

It seemed he needed to re-evaluate this weak race. Weak now did not mean weak in the future.

This was the first time Kunpeng had truly regarded humanity, the first time he looked upon them with respect not because of the Saints' existence, but because of humanity's own potential, which had shocked him.

"I understand. You may return to heal. I will handle the matter of humanity," Kunpeng waved his hand at the six demons.

"Yes!"

The six Demon Gods bowed and turned to leave.

Kunpeng then turned and headed towards the Demon Emperor Palace, still feeling incredulous.

"What?"

In the Demon Emperor Palace, Di Jun looked at Kunpeng with a look of surprise.

"Seven Demon Gods, one died, the rest returned injured, they lost," Kunpeng said with a wry smile.

"Lost?"

"Gathering the strong ones born in the Demon Tribe after humanity's birth, and fighting them against nascent humanity, and we lost?"

"So, under the same conditions, our Demon Tribe is inferior to humanity?"

Di Jun's voice was filled with confusion and shock.

He had established the Demon Tribe, and they had stood firm in the Primordial Era since the Dao-Demon Calamity, passing down their lineage to this day. Among them were many generals from the Dragon, Phoenix, and Kirin Clans during the Dragon-Phoenix-Kirin Calamity!

With a host of veteran experts, they occupied the vast nine heavens and instilled awe throughout the Primordial Era.

In contrast, what about humanity? They were merely a nascent race, born only a little over a hundred thousand epochs ago. Although they were created by Saints, and Saints had established teachings and spread their doctrines, so what?

No matter what, humanity was still a new race born only a little over ten thousand epochs ago. They occupied a palm-sized territory in the Primordial Era. In terms of population and numbers, they could not compare to the Demon Tribe.

Yet, under such circumstances, the Demon Tribe, having gathered all the strong individuals born during the same period as humanity, had still lost to the nascent humanity!

Instead, they had been defeated by humanity?

Such an absurd event had actually happened.

Before this, Di Jun had never imagined that the Demon Tribe would lose against humanity. Even if the Demon Tribe had only used demons born after humanity's birth, they should not have lost.

Di Jun was momentarily speechless, not knowing what to say.

A sense of shame and indignation arose in his heart.

He, the dignified Demon Emperor, ruled the nine heavens, controlled all the stars, and commanded countless demons. Yet, when he tried to bully a nascent humanity, he had still lost?

In the Demon Emperor Palace, Di Jun and Kunpeng were both speechless. For a moment, the Demon Emperor Palace fell into a long silence.

After a full half-moment, Kunpeng said with a wry smile, "What should we do next?"

Di Jun frowned. The Demon Tribe's previous plan was perfect. They would use the nascent demons as a probe. If the Saints intervened, they would shift the blame to the nascent demons, claiming it was the will of heaven and that they had inadvertently offended the Saints.

If the Saints did not intervene, they would completely slaughter humanity, using humanity's blood to refine the Witch Slaying Sword, kill the Ancestral Witches, break the Witch Tribe's Twelve Capital Celestial Gods Array, and completely annihilate the Witch Tribe.

The plan was thorough; regardless of whether the Saints intervened, the Demon Tribe had countermeasures.

However, they never anticipated that the plan would falter before even the first step was taken. The initial probing was intended to use newly born members of the Demon Tribe, but the issue was that these nascent demons couldn't defeat the humans.

One couldn't possibly dispatch the remaining high-level experts of the Demon Tribe. If they did, wouldn't that be tacitly informing the Saints that the Demon Emperor himself intended to slaughter humanity?

There was no room to maneuver.

Slaughtering humans was merely to refine the Witch Slaying Sword. The entire Witch Tribe's strongest fighting force only amounted to the Saint level. To offend a Saint for this. If the Saint didn't care, it would be a loss outweighing any gain.

They could not win in a direct confrontation, nor could they send more demons. Yet, if they simply gave up, Di Jun felt a sense of unwillingness.

Mobilizing a million demon immortals and not achieving any result was something Di Jun could not accept.

After a moment of contemplation, "Send Ji Meng to go. The humans killed our Grand Luo Demon Gods, and we must demand an explanation."

"If the Saints act, then so be it. Otherwise, slaughter the humans and refine the Witch Slaying Sword!"

With a wave of his hand, Di Jun set the tone at that moment!

On the border between the Human and Demon Tribes, Jiang Haofeng silently observed the prepared battlefield. In the previous battle, humanity had lost five thousand three hundred Mystic Immortals, seventy-eight Golden Immortals, and two Grand Unity Golden Immortals.

Even though the duration of the previous engagement was not long, and Jiang Haofeng had managed to hold off the most powerful Demon Kings from the Demon Tribe, the million demon immortals far outnumbered the humans. Even after a fierce battle, they had inflicted terrifying casualties upon humanity.

Among the fallen were thirteen Innate Humans, two Grand Unity Golden Immortals, and eleven peak Golden Immortals!

As a result, the number of Innate Humans had fallen below three thousand, leaving only two thousand nine hundred and eighty-seven!

For a moment, Jiang Haofeng felt a profound sense of loss, his eyes filled with emotion.

The three thousand Innate Humans, who had once been born in Central Phoenix Mountain and had been companions for over a hundred thousand cycles, were now separated eternally.

Even though Jiang Haofeng understood that this was an inevitable event.

If humanity were to become the protagonist of the Primordial Era, combat was unavoidable. To become the protagonist of the Primordial Era, humanity could not be a pampered race. Only through battle could they truly control the destiny of their race.

Otherwise, the outcome recorded in the history of the Primordial Era would be humanity's future.

To be human, yet to worship heavenly gods and Buddhas; to be the protagonist of heaven and earth, yet to forever be a supporting character and puppet on the stage of the Primordial Era.

To completely break free from humanity's past fate, war was inevitable.

And battle often came with sacrifice!

Jiang Haofeng had never hoped for all three thousand Innate Humans to survive permanently; that was impossible. As time passed, Innate Humans would inevitably fall due to various accidents.

However, even though he thought this, when the sacrifice truly came, Jiang Haofeng's heart was filled with mixed emotions.

"I wish to establish the Human Heroic Spirits Pavilion below Central Phoenix Mountain, compile the history of the Human race, record our development, and memorialize these heroes who sacrificed for humanity."

"Their statues will be enshrined in the Heroic Spirits Pavilion, their deeds recorded in the tribal history, and announced to all tribes so that the people may recite them!"

Jiang Haofeng said as he looked at the dense mass of bodies before him.

"It is only right!"

"They defended the border for humanity, resisted the demon threat, and protected the peace and joy of all tribes. They should be honored by the tribe, so that the people will remember them in their hearts, and inspire the youth of the tribe to learn from them and protect the peace of our humanity!"

Da Chao beside him nodded solemnly.

This was humanity's first large-scale battle against an external force. With over five thousand Mystic Immortals lost, and including those stationed within the tribe, the Mystic Immortal numbers of the entire Human Manifest Lineage had decreased by one-fortieth. Even thirteen Innate Humans had fallen.

It wasn't just Jiang Haofeng who was deeply moved; the other tribesmen were also greatly affected.

"To die fighting for the tribe, they are heroes of the race and deserve to have their statues erected and their deeds recited!" Suiren also chimed in.

"It should be so," Zhisheng, who was nearby, also agreed.

The surrounding Innate Humans nodded in unison, all agreeing with Jiang Haofeng's proposal.

"After this great battle concludes, we will erect statues and build the pavilion, forever inscribing them in the annals of our Human race!" Jiang Haofeng stated solemnly.