Chapter 91 Changming Palace
"Not good!" Upon hearing this voice, Kuafu and the others' expressions changed. They hurriedly bid farewell to Feng Zichen, saying, "Fellow Daoist, the Primordial World has changed. We must return to our clans immediately. We must take our leave now!"
Without waiting for Feng Zichen's reply, the Wu Clan members revealed their true forms, each ten thousand feet tall, and led by Kuafu, rushed towards the Pangu Palace.
"Fellow Daoist, this matter is of great importance. We also need to return to the Heavenly Court to understand the situation." As soon as the Wu Clan members left, Zhujian and the others revealed their demonic forms and flew towards the Heavenly Court.
Before long, the experts of all races had departed. The vast battlefield of ferocious beasts was left with only Feng Zichen and a few scattered beasts.
"The battle is over. I should also leave."
With a thought, a purple cloud appeared beneath Feng Zichen's feet, lifting him into the sky and heading towards the East Sea coast.
The creation of the Asura Clan by the Styx Daoist, while seemingly powerful, actually had little impact on the entire Primordial World.
In the primordial world, the demon race reigned supreme in the starry heavens above, the witch race dominated the primordial land below, and the dragon race roamed the four seas, leaving no room for the Asura race to survive. With the witch and demon races ruling the primordial world, even many powerful beings dared not provoke them. How could Styx alone contend with both races?
After the Asura race emerged, they could only survive by hiding in the Blood Sea. Otherwise, the witch and demon races would not hesitate to exterminate them to establish their authority and intimidate other powerful beings.
"Thinking of that Styx Ancestor, he was also a top-tier powerhouse, yet his life was utterly tragic!" Thinking of the legends of later generations, Feng Zichen couldn't help but sigh for the Styx Daoist.
Seeing Nuwa create humans and become saints, the Styx Daoist followed suit and created the Asura race; seeing the Three Pure Ones, Zhunti, and Jieyin establish their religions and become saints, the Styx Daoist also established the Asura religion.
Unfortunately, without the Primordial Purple Qi, although Daoist Styx's strength increased repeatedly, he remained shrouded in mystery, unable to grasp the true essence of a saint.
Later, at the invitation of Ancestor Kunpeng, Daoist Styx ambushed Ancestor Hongyun, intending to seize his Primordial Purple Qi.
However, instead of obtaining the Qi, he incurred serious consequences, being attacked by Donghuang Taiyi and driven deep into the Blood Sea, utterly humiliated.
Later, Houtu reincarnated in the Blood Sea, and Daoist Styx, as the Lord of the Blood Sea, seized a portion of the destiny, becoming the Lord of the Asura Path.
This was initially thought to be a good thing, but the Buddhist sect coveted the Netherworld, seeking to occupy it and propagate their doctrines, making Daoist Styx an obstacle.
After the Hongyun incident, Ancestor Styx, having learned his lesson, devoted himself to the Blood Sea, focusing on cultivating his own domain and no longer concerning himself with the conflicts of the primordial world.
Unexpectedly, disaster struck while he was at home. Daoist Styx never imagined that his peaceful stay in the Blood Sea would lead to a massive attack from Buddhism.
With the intervention of two sages, Styx and the Blood Sea were suppressed and sealed, completely fading from the prehistoric world and disappearing from sight thereafter.
Daoist Styx's experience taught Feng Zichen that simply hiding was not enough to survive in the prehistoric world. If you don't seek trouble, trouble will come to you.
To achieve longevity, one must actively face calamities, finding a glimmer of hope amidst endless tribulations to attain true freedom and liberation.
This beastly chaos, originating from chaos, caught many powerful beings off guard, catching the prehistoric world completely off guard.
Therefore, although the myriad races of the prehistoric world quelled the chaos with lightning speed, the destructive power of the beasts was truly astonishing, causing considerable damage to the prehistoric world in just a few thousand years.
"These ferocious beasts are truly a formidable enemy of the primordial world, yet unfortunately, no one has been able to exterminate their race." On the purple clouds, Feng Zichen gazed at the ravaged land, speechless for a moment.
The purpose of these ferocious beasts was to destroy the primordial world, returning it to chaos. Most of the beings in the primordial world knew this, yet they were powerless against them.
As long as the primordial chaos persists, so too will the ferocious beasts. As long as the resentment between heaven and earth continues, ferocious beasts will appear in an endless stream, impossible to eradicate.
Therefore, every so often, powerful beings intervene to eliminate a batch of ferocious beasts, preventing them from forming a large force and wreaking havoc on the primordial world.
However, this time, the ferocious beasts actually came from the Chaos, disrupting the plans of the powerful beings.
"Hmm, I wonder how the human immortals who are training outside are doing now?" As he walked, Feng Zichen's heart stirred, thinking of his clansmen whom he had driven from the shores of the East Sea.
To prevent himself from softening, Feng Zichen had shielded his senses from them after driving them away, lest he see their plight and be unable to resist helping them.
Now that the chaos of the ferocious beasts had been quelled, Feng Zichen naturally thought of them.
With this thought, Feng Zichen calmed his mind and, following the unseen connection, descended his consciousness into his divine avatar within the Zichen Cave Heaven.
The next moment, the divine avatar flashed and arrived outside the Everlasting Light Hall, stepping inside.
Inside, rows of lampstands stood, filled with everlasting lamps. However, compared to its usual bright illumination, the Everlasting Light Hall was now somewhat dim.
Most of the lamps on the stands were broken. Some lamps flickered with only a wisp of flame, threatening to go out at any moment. Only a very few lamps shone brightly, illuminating all directions.
A broken lamp signified the death of its corresponding person; a dim lamp signified serious injury. An undamaged lamp signified that its corresponding person had survived the ordeal.
A quick glance revealed that less than one in a hundred everlasting lamps remained burning in the hall. This meant that the human immortals had suffered heavy casualties in the recent beast rampage, with less than one in a hundred surviving.
Understanding this, Feng Zichen felt both heartache and anger.
Those human immortals, born with the destiny of humanity, possessed astonishing talents and were the future of humankind. Now, they had all perished in the chaos of the ferocious beasts. Although Feng Zichen had anticipated this, the moment it happened still caused him immense heartache.
Furthermore, the casualty ratio of less than one in a hundred was unparalleled in the entire prehistoric world, in the history of battles against ferocious beasts; no other race besides humanity had ever achieved such a result.
It was utterly shameful. How could Feng Zichen not be furious?
Suppressing his emotions and regaining his composure, Feng Zichen strode deeper into the main hall.
Sure enough, in the center of the hall, Suirenshi sat slumped, tears streaming down his face, radiating a moving sorrow.
"Suirenshi…"
Arriving before Suirenshi, seeing his grief, Feng Zichen found himself unable to utter the words of comfort he had intended.
"Zi Chen, you've arrived!"
"You don't need to try to persuade me. When I issued that order, I foresaw what would happen today."
"I understand. Just let me have some peace and quiet!"
Inside the Changming Hall, seeing Feng Zi Chen hesitate, Suirenshi spoke.
(End of Chapter)