Eastern Sea.
On the shore.
Ever since the first Immeasurable Calamity passed, the Primordial World fell into a period of peace again.
According to this, a thousand years had passed.
On the shore of the East Sea, a young Daoist was sitting. He looked at the magnificent East Sea with a lazy expression. From his appearance, he looked handsome.
It was just that the dense black gas above his head made him look especially scary.
That's right, the young Daoist was Chen Yuan.
For a thousand years, he had been staying on the immortal island of the East Sea, nurturing the God-Slaying Spear, the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation, and the twelfth-grade black lotus and green lotus.
Other than the Xiantian twelfth-grade Green Lotus of Creation, he used Karma to irrigate the rest.
The Immortal Slaying Sword Formation was a Connate cardinal treasure.
He had used more than 800 billion Karma to irrigate it to its peak.
Compared to the consumption of nurturing a Connate Numinous treasure, it was a hundred times more!
The Four Immortal-killing Swords in his hands could not be compared to the ones in the past. As long as he had attained the Great Path, once he set up the Immortal-killing Sword Formation, it would not be something that could not be broken by the four Sages. Even if the six Sages of the Celestial Gate entered the formation together in the Untainted World, they might not be able to break it.
More than 800 billion Karma was equivalent to letting the Four Immortal-Slaying Swords kill more than 800 billion living beings out of thin air.
It could be said to be extremely fierce!
This was also Chen Yuan's greatest trump card.
The God-Slaying Spear had absorbed more than 500 billion Karma from him. Although it could not compare to the area-of-effect damage of the Four Celestial Eradication Swords, it could be used in a one-on-one fight. Even a Saint would not be able to survive if he was stabbed.
The Xiantian twelfth-grade Black Lotus of Annihilation had eaten more than 400 billion of his karma.
Its power was needless to say.
He had consumed more than 1.7 trillion Karma.
However, he did not care.
Looking at the black cloud of Karma above him, Chen Yuan shrugged.
His biggest problem now was how to attain the Great Dao.
In the past thousand years, he had tried to continue drawing Karma into his body. However, after forcefully drawing hundreds of billions of Karma, it only increased his strength a little.
Attaining the Great Dao was still far away.
"Hey, who are you?" A clear and moving female voice quietly sounded from behind, interrupting Chen Yuan's thoughts.
"From now on, the land beyond the East Ocean is our tribe.”
"Xuan Ming, don't be like this…"
It was another young girl's voice. It sounded even gentler and kinder than the female voice from before.
However, the content stunned Chen Yuan.
Xuanming?
The Sorcerer Tribe?
He had almost forgotten that it had been a thousand years since the first tribulation. It was time for the liches to appear.
Chen Yuan turned around and looked at the situation behind him.
He saw more than a dozen burly disciples of the Sorcerer Tribe, followed by two girls, staring at him. Apparently, one of them was Xuan Ming, one of the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery of the Sorcerer Tribe.
Chen Yuan's memories were not unfamiliar when it came to the Ancestral Sorcerers of the Sorcerer Tribe.
It was said that after Pangu created the world, he fell and turned into all things. He left twelve drops of blood essence on Mount Buzhou and turned into the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery.
These twelve Ancestors of Sorcery each had their own divine powers. They did not cultivate Dao techniques and advocated body refinement.
Moreover, they were extremely rude and only admired their father, Pangu.
They wanted to learn from their father Pangu and prove their Dao with strength.
Looking at it now, it was about the same.
He was sitting on the shore of the East Sea. Behind him was a huge mountain, which was thousands of miles away from Buzhou Mountain. He didn't expect that the Wu Tribe would dare to count it as their land token.
It had to be said that the development of the Sorcerer Tribe was indeed fast.
"Xuan Ming, Ancestor of Sorcery of Rain, I presume that the person beside you is the Ancestor of Sorcery of Earth, Houtu?”Chen Yuan was expressionless and only took a glance at Houtu.
"Hmph, why aren't you bowing to me and Ancestor of Sorcery Houtu?”
Xuan Ming placed his hands on his hips, looking as if he had good taste.
She did not doubt why this guy knew them. After all, the Sorcerer Tribe had been very famous recently, especially the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery. They were Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals the moment they were born. Almost no living beings dared to be presumptuous in front of them.
Houtu was different from Xuanming.
Looking at Chen Yuan, who was covered in Karmic Fiendish Qi, she frowned and pulled Xuan Ming back a few steps.
Her intuition told her that she must not provoke this person.
"Bow and greet?"
Chen Yuan was amused. The corners of his mouth curled up, and his evil aura surged into the sky.
"Not to mention your little Ancestral Sorcerer, even if Hongjun was here, he wouldn't dare to make me bow.”
He really wasn't trying to be pretentious.
His name, Chen Yuan, had long resounded throughout the Primordial World. The story of him resisting the Purple Cloud Lightning Tribulation with trillions of Karma had become a legend.
Let's not talk about fame first, just in terms of strength.
He had become a Sage-to-be a thousand years ago. Although the Ancestor of Sorcery was strong, he was only a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal. The reason why the Sorcerer Tribe was so powerful in the later stages was because they had created the Twelve Divine Beings Killing Formation.
"Hongjun? Who is he?" Xuan Ming scratched his head and looked at Houtu.
Houtu also shook her head and said nothing.
They did not know Hongjun.
This was really interesting.
Chen Yuan couldn't hide the smile on his face. Although Daoist Hongjun had yet to attain the Great Dao and become a Saint, he had destroyed the Luohou of the West in one fell swoop. All the living beings in the East followed his lead.
In the end, no one in the Sorcerer Tribe cared about him.
As expected, he was arrogant and only respected Pangu.
Perhaps, in their eyes, Hongjun was just a name.
"Hey, no matter who you are, this is my tribe. You can choose to leave by yourself or let me send you away!”Xuan Ming's face was filled with hostility as she pointed at the smiling Chen Yuan, as if she was going to attack in the next moment.
"Your tribe?" Chen Yuan's expression turned cold as he said in a cold voice,""Forget about your tribe, even if I, Chen Yuan, wanted to go to your Pangu Hall, no one would dare to stop me!”
Chen Yuan was a little angry. Although the negative karma in his body had benefited him greatly, it had also caused his temperament to change and his killing intent to soar.
Chen Yuan's eyes flickered with black light as he looked at the Ancestor of Sorcery of Rain, who was not far away from him. The aura of a Quasi-Sage instantly erupted.
If the other party really dared to continue provoking him rudely, he could crush this arrogant and ignorant ant in an instant. As for whether he was an Ancestral Sorcerer or not…
He really didn't take it to heart.
"Quasi... Quasi-Sage?"
Xuan Ming's face paled as she was knocked back more than ten meters by the sudden momentum.
Houtu couldn't take it either. However, the Perfected Golden Celestials were still fine. The disciples of the Sorcerer Tribe behind them all knelt down at this moment. They kept vomiting blood with fear on their faces.
"You…you're Patriarch Chen Yuan?"
Houtu's eyes flashed with surprise. Seeing that Chen Yuan didn't refute her and the trillions of Karma above his head, she didn't hesitate anymore. She pulled Xuan Ming and bowed slightly.
"Junior was rude earlier. I hope Senior won't take offense because Houtu is young and ignorant.”
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