Primordial World: Big shots are all my friends
Chapter 116, Human Clan’s Desperate Situation

Chapter 116: Chapter 116, Human Clan’s Desperate Situation

The man in front of Nu Ling suddenly shot into the sky, embracing the falling figure in his arms.

A woman covered in blood cried out in despair, "Our Human Clan has been massacred, it was under the Holy Mother’s instruction, we were originally created by the Holy Mother as food for the Demon Clan."

"What?"

"I don’t believe it! I don’t believe it!"

"How could the Holy Mother do such a thing?"

...

The multitude of the Human Clan below was in an uproar.

Some sat on the ground, their expressions defeated.

Some knocked their heads on the ground as they wailed.

Others stood up abruptly, filled with grief and indignation.

Nu Ling’s complexion turned pale in an instant, no, the Holy Mother would never do such a thing.

The man in the sky shouted furiously: "Even though the Holy Mother gave us life, we of the Human Clan will never be food, we will never submit.

Those who wish to fight, follow me, we will carve a bloody path for the Human Clan.

From this moment on, we of the Human Clan will not revere the witches, not worship the immortals, not honor the Holy Mother, relying only on ourselves. Kill!"

A man with disheveled hair below suddenly stood up, raised his hand and roared: "We of the Human Clan will not revere witches, not worship immortals, not honor the Holy Mother, relying only on ourselves. Kill!"

A woman dressed in animal skins stood up and shouted angrily: "We of the Human Clan will not revere witches, not worship immortals, not honor the Holy Mother, relying only on ourselves. Kill!"

"We of the Human Clan will not revere witches, not worship immortals, not honor the Holy Mother, relying only on ourselves. Kill!"

"We of the Human Clan will not revere witches, not worship immortals, not honor the Holy Mother, relying only on ourselves. Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

...

More and more of the Human Clan stood up, their angry roars shaking heaven and earth.

The man in midair called out loudly: "Everyone, follow me!"

The vast majority of the Human Clan followed the man, resolutely leaving their ancestral land, surging into the darkness, fighting all the way.

Some of the women stayed behind, guarding the Divine Palace under Nu Ling’s leadership.

...

Bai Jin stood atop a towering mountain range, with the lamenting prayers of the Human Clan echoing in her ears, murmuring in her heart: "This was Nuwa’s decision, as well as my choice, to exchange one generation for the rise of the entire Human Clan. If you have grievances and hatred, I will bear them, all these myriad sins shall fall upon me." She slowly closed her eyes, her expression defeated.

Screams and laments arose from the lands south of Buzhou Mountain, with mournful cries everywhere and countless members of the Human Clan falling, a tide of resentment drifting towards Buzhou Mountain.

The sanctuary of Nuwa at Buzhou Mountain, her cultivation ground before becoming a Saint, decayed and waned under the overwhelming resentment of the Human Clan.

The Qi Fortune connecting the Human Clan and Nuwa became increasingly severed as more and more of the Human Clan harbored resentment towards Nuwa, and the Qi Fortune plummeted.

...

Emperor Wa, within the space of the Heavenly Void, Qingluan said angrily: "Your Highness, the Human Clan doesn’t blame the witches, doesn’t hate the Demon Clan, yet dares to assault your sanctuary with their resentment, and even shouts slogans of disrespecting the Holy Mother. It’s utterly rebellious and unforgivable."

Nuwa spoke calmly: "I feel quite good, before they depended on me, depended on the Witch Clan, such a Human Clan could never grow.

Now that they dare to bravely carve out their own path, they can become strong and have a future."

"The opportunity has already been given to them. If they cannot stand and strengthen themselves, cannot carve out a path of blood on their own, then there is nothing I can do to help them. The mantle of the protagonist of Heaven and Earth has never been easy to bear; they must fight for it themselves, and also bear the bloody cost."

"Nuwa, if the Human Clan cannot fight their way out, does it mean that they will be utterly eradicated?"

"As long as they still have an unyielding heart, they will be able to fight their way through."

Qingluan spoke somberly, "Holy Mother, what exactly is the reason behind your efforts for them?

In the future, your connection with the Human Clan’s Qi Fortune might plummet to a low, and you’ll even earn a reputation for cold-heartedness. Moreover, some from the Human Clan will remember their grudge against you, hating you for countless epochs. There’s no benefit in this for you."

Nuwa replied languidly, "You don’t understand. Only when I sever my connection with the Human Clan’s Qi Fortune can they reach further.

A Human Clan that only reveres one Saint will never be able to step onto the true stage, for the other Saints will not permit it."

"But Holy Mother, the Human Clan surely will not appreciate your actions! There is no benefit for you."

Nuwa looked at the altar, where atop it two streams of blood-red light connected the Witch Demon with the Human Clan. An image hovered above the altar, depicting the scene of Witch Demons slaughtering humans. The upper ranks of the Human Clan had all been massacred, the survivors divided into three groups fleeing desperately through the Primordial World. Hunted by the Witch Demons, they fought with their lives and blood, attempting to blaze a trail of survival.

"I, Nuwa, do not need to be favored for what I do. If I wish to act, I act; if I wish to grant everlasting status, I grant it."

Qingluan opened her mouth but found herself at a loss for words, unsure of what to say.

"Bai Jin, it’s your turn to take action," Nuwa said, pointing towards the image above.

...

Under the night sky, families of the Human Clan ran desperately toward the distant horizon. Even the children could leap several meters, continuously bounding from tree to tree. In a martial arts world, they would be grandmasters, but now they were merely fleeing for their lives, aimless and directionless, filled with panic.

Hundreds of first-generation Human Ancestors flew midair, their eyes resolute.

Boom~ Ahead in the darkness, a blaze ignited, lighting up the night sky. Amidst the flames, members of the Witch Clan emerged, all with flames burning on their bodies, led by the Yan Li Great Witch of the Zhu Rong Tribe.

Yan Li with hands behind his back, his booming voice echoed between Heaven and Earth, "Human Clan, we the Witch Clan sheltered you; we are your masters, your gods. If we decree your death, so you shall die. Who gave you the audacity to rebel?"

A big man from the Human Clan shouted angrily, "We in the Human Clan only revere Heaven and Earth; we have no master!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

...

Hundreds of Human Clan’s strong warriors, eyes bloodshot, charged towards the Demon Clan, their hearts filled with despair.

With a casual wave of Yan Li Great Witch’s hand, the Witch Clan members within the flames all let out wild shrieks of excitement as they charged forth.

Boom~ Flames soared as soon as contact was made. Screams followed one after another, as countless strong warriors of the Human Clan fell from the sky like small birds with broken wings.

All Humans below in the forests were filled with fear, screaming in terror.

A Human Ancestor engaged in battle turned to look at his fellow clan members below, shouting sorrowfully, "Run, run quickly!"

Thud~ A Stone Spear passed through his chest, Witch Talismans flashing on it. Bang~ The Human Ancestor exploded entirely.

The remaining thousands of Humans below all cried with clenched teeth, scattering in all directions.

Yan Li Great Witch in the sky curled his lip into a sneer, "Thinking of escaping? Where to?"

With a wave of his hand, Boom~ four walls of fire arose within the forest, trapping all the Humans inside. The intense heat panic-stricken, crowds of Humans gathered in the middle.

"Ah~ I will kill you!" The leading Human Ancestor let out a cry of grief and indignation, leaping into the air with a large saber, slashing towards Yan Li Great Witch.

Clang~ The saber struck Yan Li Great Witch’s forehead, sparking a chain of sparks but utterly failing to breach his defense.

Yan Li grabbed the Human Ancestor’s neck with one hand, violently pulling him forward, and coldly said, "The prosperity of your Human Clan is given by us, the Witch Clan, and just as easily we can take it back!

Look behind you, there’s no escape; there never was a Human Clan in the Primordial World, and there never will be."