Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, five years have passed.

In the territory of the Ice Soul Tribe on the Western Continent, at a certain human farm.

At this moment, all the demonic cultivators of the Demon Race at the human farm have been completely wiped out, leaving only ordinary mortals.

Numerous cultivators from the Primordial Talisman Sect also appeared here; they were quickly transporting the mortals back to the Ten Thousand Beasts Secret Realm.

After all, there is a projection of the Gate of Space nearby.

As long as they pass through the Gate of Space, they can quickly leave this place.

Even if the Ice Soul Tribe senses that something unexpected has occurred here, they won't be able to find them.

"These damn Ice Soul Tribe cultivators treat us humans like pigs and dogs—truly despicable."

"Alas, there's nothing to be done. We humans are too weak on the Western Continent and constantly targeted; mortals outside have no strength and can only be enslaved."

"Fortunately, our Primordial Talisman Sect has begun to grow, and from now on, no demon race can enslave us humans."

"Anyway, we've already wiped out the human farms in the Celestial Roc Race territory. Next are the other territories; eventually, all human farms will disappear from the Western Continent."

"However, these mortals are too weak—each one is skin and bones, malnourished, and if this continues, they might soon fall ill and die."

"It's okay, let the Blood Crystal Spirit Deer heal them, and these mortals are only this weak because they've eaten too little. Once they eat some spirit rice, they'll recover quickly."

"Haha, we've saved so many mortals this time, completed a task, and are sure to earn a good amount of contribution points."

All the cultivators from the Primordial Talisman Sect were overjoyed.

They felt that this task was simply killing two birds with one stone. They could rescue their people and gain contribution points—truly a win-win situation, one that all the disciples eagerly pursued.

After all, earning sect contribution points is not an easy task.

Especially now, with the sect disciples being so numerous, the competition is incredibly fierce.

At this time, under the transportation of the cultivators from the Primordial Talisman Sect, large batches of mortals were orderly passing through the projection of the Gate of Space.

Among them, one mortal curiously surveyed his surroundings.

His name was Song Yuming.

"Kid, who would have thought you'd be so lucky?"

"Rescued by a human sect."

"If they'd been a moment later, you'd surely be dead, destined to end up in the bellies of those demon cultivators."

A voice came from within him.

It was a treasure he had unintentionally picked up, known as the Five Fire Divine Thunder Saber.

Now, this treasure was already fused with him, so outsiders couldn't detect it.

This treasure claimed to be from the Ancient Era, but had been severely damaged during a great war and only now awoke, regaining its consciousness.

It chose him because he possesses a special spirit body—the Thunder Spirit Body, a genius of the thunder law.

He also possesses Celestial Spirit Root talent.

That's why it attached itself to him.

After all, finding a human cultivator compatible with the Five Fire Divine Thunder Saber isn't easy.

"Elder Dao, is this Primordial Talisman Sect reliable?"

"I've lived here for such a long time, and I've never heard of this Primordial Talisman Sect."

"Where did these humans come from?"

"Do they truly have no ill intentions towards us?"

Song Yuming asked curiously.

Although these mysterious humans saved him, as a mortal living in a human farm, he remained cautiously wary of such seemingly benevolent acts from nowhere.

Who knows if these unfamiliar humans have good intentions or bad?

In this brutal world, even humans might not be trustworthy.

It's not like he hasn't seen traitors who have sided with the demon race.

"The Primordial Talisman Sect was a super sect in the Ancient Era."

"It's likely that some human cultivators inherited this sect and rebuilt it in this era."

"Moreover, regardless of whether these unfamiliar humans have good or bad intentions, can you resist with your current strength?"

"You saw how tragically those demon cultivators died, didn't you?"

"They were nothing but Six-winged Poison Bees, one of the top ten rare insects in the Void Realm."

"Who would have thought the cultivators of the Primordial Talisman Sect could control the Six-winged Poison Bees and cultivate to the Tier Three stage? It's truly unimaginable."

The Five Fire Divine Thunder Saber said with great emotion.

It knew well how terrifying the Six-winged Poison Bees were.

In the Ancient Era, they were called a calamity by countless cultivators.

Whenever they appeared, countless would die, sending shivers down the spines of many Mahayana Cultivators.

But now, there's someone who can enslave the Six-winged Poison Bees—it's truly beyond its imagination.

In fact, after Su Weiwei advanced to the Golden Core Realm, she also bred six hundred Six-winged Poison Bees, which often followed the cultivators of the Primordial Talisman Sect and were responsible for dealing with those demon cultivators.

Often, once these Six-winged Poison Bees acted, they would emit golden rays of light.

Once hitting an enemy, even a Tier Three cultivator would die from the poison.

Such was the terror of the Six-winged Poison Bees.

Especially after advancing to the Tier Three stage, they could instill dread in countless cultivators.

"Elder Dao is right."

"They are too strong."

"Even if they truly have ill intentions, I have no power to resist."

"But didn't you say you're an ancient magical treasure? Can't even you contest them?"

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