The unparalleled Sword Intent of annihilation crushed down, and the shadowy darkness that could devour eternity melted rapidly like a pile of snow under the blazing sun.

"Ugh ah!"

A deafening scream echoed in the void; just moments ago, the Shadow's Tenth Prince, full of pride and confident of capturing this Human Clan's True Venerable, was now pinned in the void, wailing in agony whilst watching his body incessantly dissipate and collapse.

And the You Pond, the very source of shadows in the world, was struck by this Sword Light, flung away in a single stroke, accompanied by a clear sound of fragmentation.

"Not good!"

The eyes on three heads suddenly widened, sensing the power and aura contained within this Sword Light, the Realm God's face changed drastically.

In his everlasting memory.

This aura is the supreme terror he can never forget!

Ignoring the Shadow Princes pinned in the void, enduring the scorching Sword Intent of the blazing sun, the Realm God immediately resolved to swiftly distance from this mysterious Human Clan's True Venerable.

Yet at this moment, in the Shadow Realm, another overwhelming aura far exceeding the Shadow's Tenth Prince erupted, as if under the rebounding force of this aura, the speed of the Sword Light pressing down seemed to slow.

Feeling the forceful resurgence of this power, the Realm God, surprised rather than pleased, roared in anger:

"Don't get me killed, he is Li..."

Before the Realm God could finish speaking, the Sword Light, suppressed by the aura of the Shadow Emperor, instantaneously surged a millionfold, in a split second, the Sword Light soared, seeming to cleave the world into two, dominantly overlooking the eight directions, encompassing the universe, unleashing countless tyrannical Sword Intents, destroying everything along the way!

Boom!

Boom!

Under the obliteration of this Sword Light, the entire Shadow Realm rapidly crumbled to pieces, the Realm God, in despair, stared at the falling Sword Light, bitterly cursed at the reawakening figure in the center of the Shadow Realm:

"You bastard..."

Whoosh—

The sword light closed in, the entire starry cosmos turned to powder, forming a truly desolate vacuum zone, leaving behind a faintly shimmering Sword Mark in the void, intimidating all the heavens, enclosing the entire Tianyuan Main Realm.

"Within a hundred years, anyone daring to cross this Sword Mark... shall die!"

A detached, soft cry echoed unceasingly!

And as the figure of the young man disappeared, ancient and powerful gazes, stirring the heavens with a mere thought, slowly fell upon that Sword Mark.

They stared at this Sword Mark for a long time, with complex and unusual expressions.

Until a helpless short sigh resounded, and then these ancient gazes receded like the tide, leaving the vast outside domain starry sky once again to return to its deathly calm.

...

Calamity History, Year 13.

Dianchuan Province, Kun Gu Mountain Range, Jiantian Peak.

After nine years of wandering outside, all of the External Incarnations finally returned to the Mountain Gate of the Primordial Sect, and accompanying them were exactly one hundred young children around the ages of thirteen or fourteen.

On the wide and leveled front gate plaza, the boys and girls brought back by the External Incarnations curiously looked at the magnificent and splendid mountain gate group halls before them.

Most of them were either orphans or children from impoverished families, only a few dozen came from affluent or ordinary families.

Seeing such a vast place, resembling an Immortal Realm, they were momentarily mesmerized.

But this state lasted only briefly, and the kids soon regained calm, each began to carefully survey their surroundings, their clear bright eyes flickering with thoughtful gazes.

"Where did you find so many children?"

Perched above the front gate, Dongfang Qing looked at the gathered boys and girls on the plaza below with a surprised face; his eyes narrowed, instantly gaining a general understanding of these children's situations.

"Hmm... the aptitude of these children is quite mediocre, only a few can be considered as fine talents."

Frowning slightly, as a Primordial Spirit True Honor, Dongfang Qing could discern the innate bones and aptitudes of these children with a single glance.

The mediocrity he spoke of and fine talents were mere words to spare Qi Xiu's feelings.

In reality, these children were largely of ordinary bloodlines.

Many lacked the basic physique for cultivation.

"However... although these children have a somewhat poor aptitude, their temperament seems quite remarkable."

Judging people cannot rely solely on appearances; while understanding these children's innate aptitudes, Dongfang Qing also noticed the distinct gaze of these children.

Compared to their peers, these children's gazes were noticeably more mature, and clear, revealing genuine determination and unwavering spirit.

"In the Primordial Lineage, we do not emphasize inherent talent; the only threshold is temperament and disposition.

These children mostly come from impoverished backgrounds, have faced adversity, endured hardships, yet they harbor not resentment for the world, but rather cultivate a resolute and courageous heart.

Over the past nine years, my Incarnation has taken them to many places.

They have witnessed human misery, experienced the hardships of the world.

From this, they have developed a character that is bold but not reckless, compassionate but not indiscriminate, righteous but not pedantic.

Only individuals with such temperament can become the first generation disciples and pillars of the Primordial Sect.

So they would not disgrace the name of Primordial."

Looking at the hundred quasi-disciples of the Primordial Sect before him, Qi Xiu could not help but reveal a trace of pride.

Compared to cultivation, shaping and molding one's character and disposition is a hundred and eighty times more difficult.

Although those who cultivate the "Primordial Chaos Scripture" will naturally hold him in a near-reverent esteem.

This, however, does not prevent them from misusing the Primordial Power or falling into the Demonic Path.

Therefore, in choosing the first generation disciples, he used the method both simplest and most effective.

Taking nine years, patiently guiding and teaching, to gradually develop the children's character.

Although this process was extremely difficult, leading him to discuss various cultivation plans with a hundred Incarnations daily, nearly driving him bald, fortunately, he was ultimately successful.

Their current personalities are akin to the Second Senior Brother from a popular Immortal Realm drama from his past life — Chang Jiaocha.

Wise and righteous, capable of independent thought and decision-making on significant matters.

Aside from the lack of inherent talent, in other respects, they are almost perfect.

"It seems you've truly exhausted your efforts for these children." Upon hearing Qi Xiu, Dongfang Qing nodded slowly, then his eyes twinkled:

"Qi Xiu, we are, after all, old friends despite the age difference, how about..."

"No way, don't even think about it, impossible."

Knowing what Dongfang Qing had in mind, Qi Xiu immediately declined with three consecutive refusals.

Rendered speechless by Qi Xiu's smooth operation, Dongfang Qing burst into laughter:

"Is there really a need for this, I haven't even finished speaking.

Besides, you have a hundred, what's the harm in giving me two?"

"Sect Master, you have a large family business, countless disciples under your command, talent in numbers, why covet my few disciples." Qi Xiu said, with a bitter face:

"Moreover, in cultivating Thunder Magic, aptitude is paramount.

Most of these children lack even the basic cultivation physique, wouldn't be of use even if you took them back."

"Alright, alright, look at you appearing like a miser. Those aware know I'm asking for disciples, those unaware might think I'm trying to sell off the Primordial Sect."

Dongfang Qing laughed, waving his hand; he didn't truly wish to take the children, purely intending to tease Qi Xiu.

After all, as Qi Xiu said.

Shenxiao Sect, being an ancient great sect, cultivates Thunder Magic, all Dharma Gates and True Scripture Volumes within the sect demand high aptitude, as evident from Qi Xiu's previous participation in assessment.

Thus, even with the wonderful personalities of these children, for Shenxiao Sect, or perhaps all sect aristocracies, they are superfluous.

They are useless to eat, yet unfortunate to discard.

Only the Primordial Sect, which requires no inherent talent, is their most suitable home.

"Your sect is newly established, if you need anything, feel free to speak, this bit of karma I can withstand." After the playful exchange, Dongfang Qing began discussing serious matters with Qi Xiu.

To avoid entangling Shenxiao Sect due to personal karma issues, Qi Xiu had left the sect, establishing his own.

But in reality, aside from losing the title, his relationship with Shenxiao Sect has remained unchanged.

Even stronger than before.

"Rest assured, Sect Master, I have already found a Money Tree for the Primordial Sect."

With a mysterious smile, before Qi Xiu finished speaking, bright golden rays accompanied by the clinking sound of copper coins rapidly approached the Primordial Sect's Mountain Gate from the horizon.

"See, the Money Tree has arrived."

...