The Giant Roc race is the native species of the North Netherworld, long known for their massive size.
Before the fall of the Longbo Kingdom, the Giant Roc was also the only entity able to overpower in terms of size.
With their enormous physique, the Giant Roc almost has no natural enemies in this world, the only check on them being their weak reproductive ability.
Perhaps it is precisely because they have no natural enemies that the Giant Roc never evolved intelligence comparable to the Longbo Giants.
Before the Tao Ancestor redefined heaven and earth, the Giant Roc was merely a barbaric race, a bunch of beasts unable to restrain even their nature.
However, this situation changed with the birth of "Zhuang Zhou."
Zhuang Zhou was the first wise individual born of the Giant Roc race, possessing world-transcending wisdom, commanding the abilities of Ghost Gods from birth.
Especially after the night of the Emperor’s Liquid, Zhuang Zhou enlightened all the Giant Roc.
The Giant Roc can’t describe what that feeling was like; it only knew it became different after that night.
Having been ignorantly swimming in the North Netherworld, it learned to think and began to seriously observe the other creatures in the water.
However, the changes Zhuang Zhou brought were not limited to this.
After the Emperor’s Liquid, Zhuang Zhou gathered the solitary Giant Roc and taught them language, writing, and the Cultivation Method.
The Cultivation Method needs no further mention; it further enhanced the power of the Giant Roc.
As for the birth of the language and writing system?
It was not merely an imitation of humans and other intelligent species but was entirely derived from the characteristics of the Giant Roc race.
Benefiting from this, the Giant Roc developed a preliminary concept of groups and collectivity.
Whenever they rested, the consciousness of the Giant Roc would enter a collective dreamscape constructed by the race.
That was the sea of the subconscious for the Giant Roc, and also the original Great Freedom Heaven.
At that time, there were no Demon Kings in the Great Freedom Heaven, only the naive consciousnesses of the Giant Roc.
But one day, everything changed.
First was the sudden death of Zhuang Zhou, causing the collective dreamscape to begin dispersing.
Then, a Celestial Demon claiming to be "Posun" appeared in these dispersed dreamscapes, intending to reverse-infiltrate and assimilate the Giant Roc in the real world.
This led to the Giant Roc’s behavior becoming abnormal and their consciousness beginning to sink.
Fortunately, Zhuang Zhou seemed to have anticipated this and had prepared a countermeasure in advance, which immediately repelled the Posun Celestial Demon.
This formed the scene Xiluo saw before—a group of unconscious Giant Roc swimming in the North Netherworld until the birth of the Primordial Celestial Demon startled them awake.
"Primordial Celestial Demon?"
When Xiluo learned of this name from the Giant Roc, she had yet to react.
Shangyang immediately lowered its head, looking at the confused Dragon Turtle.
Evidently, the Dragon Turtle also did not recognize this so-called "Primordial Celestial Demon."
In the timelines the Dragon Turtle experienced, he only knew that after Old Zhuang’s failure to prove the Tao, a calamity named "Celestial Demon" would be born.
Even "Posun," he had only just heard of now.
After all, the Celestial Demon is known for secrecy and enigma.
Many times, you might not even see His face before the calamity He brings has already swept across the world.
"It seems the Primordial Celestial Demon is a ’specialty’ of this era?"
Also lowering her head to look at the Dragon Turtle, a single sentence from Xiluo made the other party jump in shock.
"Don’t look at me like that, I’m just too lazy to think, not really a fool."
Rolling her eyes with frustration, Xiluo’s words were directed at Shangyang.
"The information you know, wasn’t it all told to you by this Dragon Turtle?"
After saying this, Xiluo didn’t forget to deliberately step on the Dragon Turtle.
"Dragon-headed, snake-tailed, carrying the Eight Trigrams, are you a disciple of Li Boyang?"
"What’s your name?"
"I’m asking for your future name."
With an unmistakable bitter smile on his face, the Dragon Turtle snapped back to reality and responded.
"My name is Zhen Wu, but you can also call me Xuan Wu."
"I was mentored by the Primordial Celestial King; this turtle-snake form is not my true form."
"The only one-letter difference between the Primordial Celestial Demon and the Primordial Celestial King makes me suspect... He might just be my Master’s incarnation in this era."
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North of the North Sea, in the Northern Netherworld Extreme Land.
This is the northernmost end of the North Sea, also one of the extremities of this Mythical Era.
No living being can survive in this place for long, even the Gods are instinctually repulsed by such a barren land.
If "The Ends of the Earth" could be visualized.
Then this is undoubtedly "The Ends of the Earth."
Even for Lu Huaijin, who mastered the Divine Power of Fetal Transformation and Shape-Shifting, able to transform himself into steel, the freezing chill was palpable when he set foot here.
Realizing that the cold here could freeze steel, Lu Huaijin immediately shifted his form.
Whoosh!
With a gust of north wind, Lu Huaijin suddenly transformed into a cold wind.
The cold wind, unafraid of the freezing chill, wandered freely over the polar sky, as if searching for something.
Soon, Lu Huaijin found his target.
It was a Giant Roc, its size far exceeding its counterparts, with two fins that faintly had the tendency to transform into wings.
From a high altitude looking down, one could see roots sprouting on the surface of the two large fins, already resembling a structure akin to scaled feathers.
Unfortunately, this Giant Roc undergoing a certain metamorphosis seems to have lost its vitality.
Its massive body was buried in the ever-frozen land, even the vivid struggle at the time of death was clearly visible, lifelike.
Whoosh!
The cold wind swept across the ground, gathering visible ice and snow.
Lu Huaijin once again used the Divine Power of Fetal Transformation and Shape-Shifting, restructuring his body into an ice and snow form.
"Is this your body in life?"
Hair and brows all in alabaster white, Lu Huaijin, resembling a snow woman, asked softly.
[Don’t use the term ’in life,’ your disciple here isn’t dead yet!]
With a hint of helplessness, Zhuang Zhou’s voice echoed in Lu Huaijin’s mind.
[I preserved my body in this perpetual ice layer to prevent it from being destroyed.]
[As long as you unseal it and let me return to this body, I can live again.]
Upon hearing Zhuang Zhou’s words, Lu Huaijin merely raised an eyebrow without a word.
"The followers you promised me have already been captured by Grandma Mountain God in advance, why should I still help you?"
Just one simple sentence and Lu Huaijin successfully rendered Zhuang Zhou speechless.
[Do you not want to get rid of me?]
With the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, Lu Huaijin lightly laughed.
"Without enough reward, I don’t actually mind having one more personality."
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