Primordial Era: Starting with slaughtering all the gods and Buddhas in the sky

Chapter 11 The Human Race Should Stand

[Ding! The "Zhou Tian Xin Huo Zhen (Humanity Chapter)" is operating normally.]

[Current Shelter Level: Level 1 (Damaged)]

[Defensive Strength: Can withstand a full-force attack from a peak Earth Immortal, or a casual strike from a Celestial Immortal.]

[Formation Effects: Purification, Spirit Gathering, Concealment.]

Seeing the words "can withstand the peak of the Earth Immortal Realm", Huang Chen's nerves, which had been tense for ten days, finally relaxed a little.

Fifty ragged, wounded human survivors lay limp on the ground. Some clutched the earth and wailed, while others stared blankly at the clear sky above, as if witnessing a miracle they had never seen before.

"Sir...sir."

A timid voice sounded from the side.

Huang Chen raised his head.

Ashi was kneeling beside him, his tender face covered in mud and dried blood, only his eyes were frighteningly bright.

The boy was still gripping a blunt bone knife tightly in his hand, his knuckles white from the excessive force.

"Is it really... impossible to get in?"

Ashi pointed tremblingly at the billowing black mist outside the valley, his voice trembling with disbelief, "Those monsters really can't get in?"

"We can't get in."

Huang Chen reached out and patted A Shi's thin shoulder heavily. His gaze swept over everyone around him, and his voice gradually rose until it drowned out the crying.

"Stand up, everyone!"

This roar was like a thunderclap.

The tribespeople, who were still crying and limp, instinctively shuddered and struggled to get up from the ground.

They looked at Huang Chen with eyes full of awe.

In their eyes, the man who led them through the encirclement of monsters, slayed the crocodile demon, and cleaved through the miasma was no longer just a leader, but their only faith.

Some people even had their knees buckle and were about to kneel down before Huang Chen, muttering things like "a divine intervention" or "a celestial being descending to earth."

"No kneeling allowed!"

Huang Chen frowned sharply and shouted to stop him.

The old man who was about to kneel froze in mid-air, looking at him helplessly.

Huang Chen took a deep breath and scanned the faces of everyone present.

These faces were gaunt and sallow, their eyes filled with the servility and fear left by long periods of enslavement and hunting.

They are used to praying to gods and Buddhas for protection, and they are used to placing their hopes on ethereal "immortal masters".

This is the greatest tragedy of humanity in this world.

Of all the gods and Buddhas in the heavens, who has ever given a second glance to the human race? In the eyes of those high and mighty saints, the human race is nothing more than leeks to be harvested for fortune, and blood food for the demon race!

"Listen carefully." Huang Chen pointed to the sky above, his words carrying immense weight.

"This is the 'Torch' Shelter."

"Here, there are no gods, no Buddhas."

"All the gods and Buddhas in the heavens can't save us; only the sword in our own hands and the sweat we shed can save us!"

"From this day forward, all members of my clan will not worship gods or Buddhas, but only our ancestors!"

"As heaven maintains vigor through movement, a gentleman should constantly strive for self-improvement!"

"To survive, you don't pray, you fight! You kill! You seize it with your own hands!"

Everyone was stunned by these shocking remarks. In this world that reveres ghosts and gods, disrespecting gods and Buddhas was simply outrageous.

But looking at Huang Chen's tall and straight figure, an unprecedented surge of heat began to flow through people's veins.

Ashi was the first to react, abruptly raising the bone knife in his hand and roaring in a hoarse voice, "Disrespect for gods and Buddhas! Only worship of the sages! Strive for self-improvement!!"

"Never give up!"

"Never give up!"

More and more voices are joining in.

Although the voice was still weak and the tone was still trembling, the spark of "hope" had already been ignited in the eyes of these desperate people.

Huang Chen felt a slight tremor in his heart as he watched this scene.

[Ding! Detected that the host's words and actions embody the will of humanity, gaining 500 merit points.]

With the spiritual preparation done, the next issue is the most practical matter of survival.

These fifty people were mostly the elderly, women, and children; there were only a dozen or so young and strong people, and all of them were injured and emaciated from hunger.

During their previous escape, they had survived on tree bark and grass roots. Now that they had breathed a sigh of relief, hunger surged up like a tidal wave.

"Ah Shi." Huang Chen waved.

"Here!" Ah Shi immediately jogged over, his back ramrod straight.

Huang Chen flipped his hand and took out a white jade bottle from the system space. This contained the remaining Bigu Pills, with more than thirty pills inside.

"Distribute these." Huang Chen handed the jade bottle to A Shi. "Cut each pill in half and dissolve it in water. One pill is enough to keep an adult from hunger for three days. Let everyone recover some strength first."

Ashi carefully took the jade bottle.

"Yes! I'll go right away!"

Huang Chen then pointed to the lush forest deep in the valley.

"We need water and we need to cultivate land. We can't rely on elixirs for long. We need to grow our own food."

"Understood!" Ashi nodded heavily, then turned and called to several young and strong tribesmen.

As everyone busied themselves, some gathering dry branches to start a fire, others searching for clean utensils, the once lifeless valley finally gained a touch of liveliness.

Huang Chen found a relatively flat large blue stone and sat down cross-legged.

The morning sunlight shone through the pale red array light screen onto Huang Chen's face, bringing a long-lost warmth.

Huang Chen's eyelids twitched, and he suddenly opened his eyes, his right hand instinctively clenching into a fist.

"My lord, you're awake?"

A surprised voice came from the side.

Huang Chen turned his head and saw A Shi sitting cross-legged to the side, holding a broken ceramic bowl in his hands, his eyes bloodshot.

"How long did I sleep?"

Huang Chen sat up, stretched his stiff neck, and his joints cracked and popped.

"About three hours."

Ah Shi quickly handed over the ceramic bowl in his hand, which was filled with murky meat broth and emitted a faint aroma. "Everyone is afraid to speak loudly, for fear of disturbing you."

Huang Chen took the earthenware bowl and drank it all in one gulp.

"Ashi".

Huang Chen handed the ceramic bowl back, his voice steady.

"exist!"

Ashi immediately put down his bowl and straightened his back.

"Call everyone over here, I have something to say."

The current comfort is just an illusion; the vast mountains outside are still a hell that devours people.

After a while.

Fifty ragged human survivors formed a semicircle in the open space.

They looked at the young figure standing on the boulder, their eyes filled with awe and gratitude.

This is the person who led them through the swamp, slaying demons and creating a safe haven for them in this desperate world.

Huang Chen looked down at these emaciated and pale-faced clansmen.

"Ashi, step forward!"

Ashi was startled and strode to the bottom of the boulder, where he knelt on one knee.

"From now on, you are the captain of the guard of the Valley of Fire."

Huang Chen's eyes were sharp. "Within three days, pick the ten strongest men from among everyone, even if they are women."

"As long as I can wield a spear, I dare to slay demons!"

"yes!"

"The remaining people will be divided into two groups."

Huang Chen continued to give orders, "One group is responsible for construction, building sturdy houses with stone and wood."

"The other group is responsible for logistics and collection, finding all the edible things in the valley and distributing them centrally."

At this point, Huang Chen paused, his eyes sharpening. "Remember, those who do not work shall not eat. In the Valley of Firewood, there are no useless people, only the dead."

After arranging all this, Huang Chen did not stop. He took A Shi and began to patrol along the edge of the valley.

Although protected by the Zhou Tian Xin Huo Array, he still had to personally check the condition of every inch of the land.

This valley is gourd-shaped, with a narrow entrance but a wide interior, making it easy to defend and difficult to attack.

The soil beneath our feet was a pale blackish-red, emitting the distinctive earthy smell.

"Sir, what are you looking at?"

Ashi followed behind, gripping the bone spear tightly in his hand, watching his surroundings warily.

"Look at our rice bowl."

Huang Chen squatted down, grabbed a handful of soil, and gently rubbed it between his fingertips.

With fifty mouths to feed, they need to eat and drink every day they open their eyes. Relying solely on gathering wild fruits and hunting is not a sustainable solution.

Hunting is too risky; once injured, it's certain death in this place where medical care is scarce.

Farming is a must.

"Many good things grow in this valley."

Huang Chen stood up, walked to a rock wall overgrown with weeds, parted a clump of thorny bushes, and pointed to a few inconspicuous purple grasses at the base.

Do you recognize this?

Ashi took a closer look, then shook his head blankly: "Never seen it before, it looks like a poisonous plant."

"This is called Purple Cloud Sweet Potato."

Huang Chen recalled the records in the "Illustrated Catalogue of All Things," which were low-level spiritual plants he was familiar with in the game in his previous life. He never expected to find them here.

"Its rootstock is the size of a fist, rich in starch and trace amounts of spiritual energy. When cooked, it becomes soft, sticky, and sweet. Most importantly, it grows quickly and is drought-resistant."

Huang Chen carefully dug into the soil, and sure enough, he found three large purple lumps at the base.

Ashi's eyes lit up instantly, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

"Don't eat yet."

Huang Chen tossed the purple sweet potatoes to A Shi, "Keep these as seed potatoes. Have the harvesting team find all of this kind of grass in the valley, but remember, don't damage the roots."

"We need to clear this land."

Huang Chen pointed to the flattest piece of land in the center of the valley, "Right there, burn the weeds, loosen the soil, and these purple sweet potatoes will be ready for harvest in a month."

Ah Shi held those few purple sweet potatoes covered in mud as if they were priceless treasures.

"My lord... you know so much."

As Ashi watched Huang Chen's retreating figure, his eyes were practically overflowing with admiration.

Not only can they kill demons, but they also possess these life-saving skills.

In his mind, Huang Chen was no longer just a leader, but more like a legendary omniscient shaman.

"Knowledge is useless; survival is what truly matters."

Huang Chen continued walking forward. Although sweet potatoes could solve the problem of food and clothing, it was not enough to establish himself in this world full of gods and demons.

They need blood food, elixirs, and more advanced resources.

The two walked around the valley, and Huang Chen already had a preliminary plan in his mind.

Where to build houses, where to cultivate fields, where to set up watchtowers, and where to use as training grounds.

……

Night fell again.

Several bonfires were lit in the middle of the valley.

The villagers sat around the fire, drinking thin wild vegetable soup, their faces beaming with contentment.

This was the first time in months that they dared to speak loudly at night and sleep peacefully.

Huang Chen sat cross-legged inside the cave.

"system."

Huang Chen silently recited in his heart.

A pale blue light screen, visible only to him, unfolded on his retina.

[Host: Huang Chen]

Race: Human

[Realm Level: Peak of Mortal Realm (Physical Body Comparable to Late Qi Refining Stage)]

Merit Points: 0

Karma Value: 0

Huang Chen's lips twitched as he looked at the glaring "0".

We are now extremely poor.

He opened the system shop, skillfully squinting past the dazzling array of divine weapons and directly locking onto the cultivation techniques section.

The finger slid through the air and finally landed on a book that exuded an ancient and desolate aura.

【The Ancient Body Forging Scripture (Volume 1)】

[Grade: top grade on the ground level]

[Introduction: Created by the ancient human race in imitation of the bodies of gods and demons, this technique uses the malevolent energy of heaven and earth to temper the body. Upon completion, the physical body becomes indestructible, and the strength to move mountains is unmatched. It perfectly matches the host's current physique.]

[Exchange Price: 20000 Karma Points]

Twenty thousand.

The current version of the "Witch Clan Body Forging Technique" is incomplete; even if you master it, you'll only become a strong and healthy mortal.

However, this "Ancient Body Forging Scripture" is the real stepping stone that will allow him to embark on the path of cultivation.

Once you master the first volume, you'll be confident you can directly confront a Foundation Establishment cultivator, and even put up a fight against ordinary Golden Core demonic beasts.

But this price...

"It's so dark."

Huang Chen cursed under his breath.

Killing an ordinary minor demon only grants a few dozen points of karma.

Killing the Blackwater Crocodile Demon earned two thousand points.

To gather these 20,000, we would have to slaughter at least a medium-sized monster clan.

In the past, I might have chosen to stay in the valley and cultivate slowly.

But not now.

The Xuantian Sect will definitely send people to search for him all over the world.

However, sitting idly by and waiting for death has never been his style.

Huang Chen closed the system interface, slowly opened his eyes, and cast his gaze at the pitch-black, desolate jungle outside.

The night wind howled, and the faint roars of wild beasts could be heard.

To an ordinary person, it sounds like the sound of death, but to Huang Chen at this moment, it sounds like karma beckoning to him.

If you don't have money, you have to earn it.

Huang Chen stood up from the boulder. Since he needed karma to become stronger, he would use the blood of demons to forge the Heavenly Path.

Half an hour later.

A dense forest 30 miles away from the Firewood Shelter.

The air was filled with the stench of decaying leaves and animal dung.

A giant iron-backed wolf, over three meters long, was gnawing on the carcass of an unidentified small animal.

Its body was covered in long, gray fur as hard as steel, its fangs were adorned with bits of flesh, and its eerie green eyes gleamed with a cruel light in the darkness.

This is a demonic beast with mid-stage Qi Refining strength, with thick skin and flesh, making it difficult to be harmed by ordinary swords and blades.

Suddenly, the wolf stopped moving.

Its keen sense of smell seemed to detect a trace of human presence that did not belong to the jungle.

It suddenly raised its head, letting out a low growl from its throat, and the bristles on its back stood on end.

In that very instant.

A dark shadow fell straight down from the treetop above it.

There are no fancy moves, only pure speed and power.

Using the force of gravity from his fall, Huang Chen slammed into the wolf's head like a heavy cannonball.

"Snap!"

The Ironback Wolf was struck in the neck bone by a punch delivered with the force of gravity, which was the weakest point in its entire defense.

The immense impact snapped the wolf's neck, causing its massive body to collapse with a crash. Its limbs twitched violently a few times before it lay still.

"Defeated the Ironbacked Wolf, a monster in the Qi Refining stage, and gained 15 Karma Points."

Although this Ironback Wolf was acting purely on animal instinct, it was still quite ferocious. Surprisingly, according to the system's assessment, it only yielded this little bit of profit.

"Try a few more."

Huang Chen did not linger and disappeared into the darkness once more.

For the next two hours, the jungle became his slaughterhouse.

Three lone Ironback Wolves.

Two fire spiders perched on the treetops, spitting venom.

There was also a giant blue python that tried to ambush him.

These monsters, which are like nightmares in the eyes of mortals, are as vulnerable as lambs to the slaughter in front of Huang Chen, who possesses fighting instincts and the ability to conceal his breath.

Especially those two fire spiders, although their venom could corrode rocks, they didn't even get a touch on Huang Chen's clothes before his head was sliced ​​off with a single stroke.

As the last fire spider curled up and died, Huang Chen leaned against the trunk of an ancient tree, breathing heavily.

Even with the best stamina at the initial stage of witchcraft, one cannot withstand two consecutive hours of high-intensity hunting.