Ch. 191 - The Dark Primordial Race Reappears

After returning to the inn, Xu Zimo and Little Gui planned to leave Primordial Ancient City.

“Senior brother, are we just letting the assassination attempt go like that?” Little Gui asked, confused.

“No one will get away with it. It’s just not the right time to act yet, we don’t want to startle the snake by hitting the grass,” Xu Zimo said with a smile, shaking his head.

“Have you already figured out who the assassin is?” Little Gui asked.

“Haven’t you got your own answer too?” Xu Zimo replied, smiling.

That afternoon, the two of them left Primordial Ancient City, riding a Darksky Tiger and a Green Flood-Stallion.

Dusk and sunset interwove along the horizon. After a snowfall, the world seemed brighter.

Refreshed, as if it had just been washed clean.

On a secluded street in Primordial Ancient City, there was a small tea stall.

Probably due to the remote location, business was slow.

An old man was sitting in front of the stall, engrossed in reading a tea manual.

“Grandpa, that guy named Ye Lingtian is so pitiful,” said a little girl beside him with a ponytail and chubby cheeks. “The Ye Clan is one of the big clans in our city, but they have no principles at all.”

“Pitiful?” The old man chuckled, shook his head, closed the tea manual, and said, “Little Qi, you need to understand... Everyone in this world has it tough. Everyone is doing their best to survive. There’s no such thing as pitiful or not. The path you choose is your own. No matter the outcome, you must face it and accept it calmly.”

As he spoke, the old man seemed to recall something. He sighed with emotion, his gaze deep as he looked toward the sky.

“Old Yue, brew a pot of Sunset Red,” a voice interrupted his thoughts.

“Coming right up,” the old man said with a smile, getting busy again.

……

After leaving the city, Xu Zimo and Little Gui determined their direction and headed toward the Baili Imperial Clan.

The snowfall had stopped. Distant mountains were shrouded in a blanket of white mist.

In this silent and lifeless winter, there were hardly any travelers near Primordial Ancient City. The surroundings felt desolate.

Not long after they set out, the two saw a black dot on the distant horizon.

It was moving fast, within moments, it was right in front of them.

It was a figure, an old man, to be precise.

He wore a black robe. His hunched figure stood between heaven and earth. Though he didn’t radiate overwhelming power, the pressure he gave off was suffocating.

“Hand over the Azure Cloud Battle Physique Pearl and the information about the third battle physique,” the old man said flatly. “And I’ll let you die a little less painfully.”

“I thought you people from Dark Primordial had already been scared out of your wits,” Xu Zimo replied with a smirk.

This old man was the same one who had previously been the innkeeper at the Desolate Tavern.

……

“So, you lured me here on purpose,” the old man frowned slightly. He spread out his divine sense but didn’t detect any other presence nearby.

As a peak Empyrean Meridian Realm cultivator, he had full confidence in his own strength.

“You Dark Primordials really are bold. The catastrophe that struck Primordial Ancient City back then was caused by your race. And now you dare show up here openly?” Xu Zimo said.

“So what?” the old man replied with a slight shake of his head. “That was a golden opportunity. If some fools in our race hadn’t ruined it, who knows who would’ve ushered in this new era.”

Xu Zimo fell silent for a moment.

Though he hadn’t lived through the era of Dark Primordials, in the river of fate he had experienced, he could feel just how terrifying that great disaster was.

That was still the era of desolate beasts, humanity had no real status. Beasts ruled over everything.

People often said there were three thousand races in the world.

But the reality was, three thousand was far from enough to describe them all.

Back then, no one really knew about the Dark Primordial Race.

Not until they spent centuries building their strength in secret, and finally emerged to invade the entire Primordial Heartlands, did the world begin to understand their terror.

Even the mighty beast races had to avoid direct confrontation with them. Yet in those tens of thousands of years of war against Dark Primordials, one race’s contribution stood out above the rest,

The Titan Race. In the era after the beasts, they were the second most powerful race.

Sadly, in their desperate battle against the Dark Primordials, they gave everything they had. Though they ultimately claimed a narrow victory, they were almost wiped out in the process.

……

Only a tenth of the Titan Race's strength remained. To honor their sacrifice for the continent, all major powers reached a consensus:

No one was allowed to harm the Titans without cause.

That rule held fast, even after Grand Emperor Zhen Wu founded the Imperial Era, he never abolished it.

But as time passed, people gradually forgot the glory of the Titans.

More and more began secretly hunting them.

For example, back when Xu Zimo was in the Grand Myriad Mountains, Chi Qianxue tried to kill a Titan just to get a life-element treasure.

……

“I’m really curious about what kind of backup plan you’ve got,” the old man chuckled, releasing his peak Empyrean Meridian Realm aura. “You lured me out here, what are you planning?”

“You’ll find out soon enough,” Xu Zimo replied with a smile.

Beside him, a massive vortex suddenly appeared, accompanied by a deafening beast roar that shook heaven and earth.

A colossal creature slowly emerged from the vortex, Chaos, the Primordial Beast.

“A Primordial Beast…” the old man stared at Chaos, eyes full of disbelief. “I can’t believe a creature like that still exists… and actually agreed to become your meridian beast?”

“Old man, that foul aura on you is really unpleasant,” Chaos replied coldly.

To ancient beasts that had survived the Dark Primordials, it wasn’t just humanity they hated. The Dark Primordial Race were their mortal enemies.

When Chaos raised its left claw, a storm of immense power surged forth. Space itself cracked and thundered as the claw came crashing down toward the old man.

Only then did the old man’s expression change. A dark gray aura surged from his body, condensing into a thick mist.

When Chaos’s right claw struck the mist, a miserable scream rang out as it shattered instantly. The ground below split open into a massive chasm several dozen meters wide.

The old man had already leapt into midair. His true life essence had revealed itself above his head,

A gray mist, flickering with crimson light.

It resembled a sea of blood from the underworld. Countless savage monsters howled within it, emitting sharp, piercing screams.

The sky itself seemed to be swallowed by that terrifying mist. Looking up, the once clear world was now consumed by gray fog.

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