Too Weak

"Not enough."

Chen Fan understood.

His foundation is too special; White Jade as Bone, Five-Element Internal Cycle, and is suppressed by the Origin Power the Nine Martial Gods.

To create a method for Organ Refining Bone Tempering that is unprecedented and capable of bearing all of this, what is needed is not the accumulation of a single energy, but the gathering of the Origin Source Ten Thousand Dao and fusing them into one furnace with supreme power.

The Origin Source of the Three-Headed Bird Race alone is far from enough.

He needs more and a wider variety of materials.

To put it bluntly, we need more of the Origin Dao Seeds of various races!

"So..."

Chen Fan narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze involuntarily shifting to another direction.

"According to Lin Feng, there are eight other races occupying different territories in this area, so..."

Just as Chen Fan was about to set off and head deeper into the Wasteland, he suddenly stopped.

A vague sense of being spied on lingered in my mind, like a persistent, stagnant infection.

This wasn't a gaze, but a kind of lock from the unseen realm, one he couldn't escape no matter how he moved.

"Um?"

Chen Fan frowned slightly.

His White Jade Bones were slightly warm; his perception of this kind of targeting of qi and Divine Soul was a hundred times more acute than that of ordinary people.

"Is someone watching me?"

Chen Fan narrowed his eyes slightly, but the next moment, a smile appeared on Chen Fan lips as he darted off in a certain direction.

Meanwhile, ten kilometers away.

Twenty Martial Artists dressed in black, their auras as solid as iron, were advancing at high speed across the Wasteland in a mysterious formation.

The leader was a burly man with a hideous Scarface on his face, holding a compass-shaped magical artifact in his hand.

The magical artifact is called the Soul-Locking Compass, a tracking treasure crafted by the Yang Family at great expense. It can track anyone for thousands of miles, relentlessly pursuing them until they are dead, as long as they emit even the slightest trace of their aura.

At this moment, a bright dot of light is moving rapidly in the center of the compass, clearly marking Chen Fan's location.

"Captain, the target is moving faster; it seems to have noticed us and is trying to escape."

A bodyguard with the physique of an ape reported in a low voice.

Scarface stared at the compass, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.

The target's escape route... was too straight.

This doesn't look like fleeing for one's life; it looks more like... leading the way.

"Maintain formation, pursue at full speed."

Despite his unease, Scarface still gave the order.

They were the most elite assassins of the Xiao and Yang families; their twenty-strong Deadly Killing Formation was enough to surround and kill even a powerful expert in the Organ Refining Realm.

He didn't believe that a ten-year-old child could cause any trouble.

On the other side, Chen Fan was flying at a leisurely pace while using his Mental Power to carefully survey the surrounding terrain.

A moment later, his eyes lit up.

A long, narrow canyon shaped like a gourd appeared at the end of his field of vision.

The entrance to this place is wide, but it narrows sharply inside, with the deepest part only wide enough for three or five people to walk side by side. On both sides are sheer cliffs, making the terrain extremely dangerous.

"A nice place!"

Chen Fan smiled and charged straight into the canyon.

At the entrance, he deliberately released a trace of disordered Qi and Blood, pretending to be in a panic and desperate situation. Then he completely concealed his aura, and with a flash, he disappeared into the shadows deep in the canyon like a ghost, leaving no trace.

Half an hour later.

Twenty black-clad assassins, like a silent dark cloud, descended upon the entrance to the canyon.

Scarface looked at the deep, silent canyon before him, which resembled the jaws of a giant beast, and his unease grew stronger.

Martial Artist's innate fighting instincts were frantically warning him.

But when he glanced at the Soul-Locking Compass in his hand, he saw that the spot where the light finally disappeared was deep within this canyon.

He took a deep breath to suppress the agitation in his heart.

"The patriarch has ordered that this child must die."

"Enter!"

At a command, the twenty assassins entered without hesitation.

Their movements were perfectly synchronized, their footsteps light and silent, their auras tightly intertwined, as if they were a single entity, radiating a suffocating killing intent.

However, after they had gone several hundred meters deeper into the canyon, the Soul-Locking Compass in Scarface's hand suddenly emitted a buzzing sound.

The indicator above started spinning wildly, the light spot went out completely, and it lost all direction.

The target is nearby, but the Soul-Locking Compass has malfunctioned!

Scarface's expression changed drastically, a chill running from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

They've fallen for their trap!

"Form ranks! Be on alert!"

Without the slightest hesitation, he let out a deafening roar.

"Whoosh!"

The twenty assassins reacted with lightning speed, instantly shrinking back to back to form an impenetrable circular Battle Formation.

A powerful surge of Qi and Blood energy soared into the sky, intertwining to form an indestructible crimson Light Screen that enveloped everyone within it.

A chilling, murderous intent instantly filled the entire canyon.

However, the very next second after they took their positions and cautiously scanned their surroundings...

A slightly mocking, youthful voice seemed to come from all directions of the cliff face, echoing clearly in everyone's ears.

"You've been looking for me for so long, thank you for your hard work."

Everyone looked up abruptly.

At the deepest part of the canyon, atop the highest boulder, a slender figure had appeared, seemingly out of nowhere.

That was a ten-year-old child.

He sat cross-legged, one hand supporting his chin, looking down at the death squad members below who were on high alert, a dazzling smile on his face that was chilling.

"As a reward..."

Chen Fan slowly stood up and opened his arms.

"Let you become the first nourishment for my new cultivation technique."

Scarface's pupils suddenly contracted, and then he laughed in extreme anger.

The muscles in his face were contorted, and the hideous scar looked like a centipede that had come to life.

"You're so arrogant!"

"Form ranks!"

A hoarse roar echoed through the canyon.

Kill him!

"Buzz!"

Without needing further words, the auras of the twenty assassins merged into one in an instant.

Their footsteps shifted, their figures intertwined, and a vast, river-like crimson Qi and Blood surged from the tops of their heads, rapidly weaving and connecting above the canyon, transforming into a massive crimson net large enough to obscure the sunlight.

Above the net, runes flowed, and Vengeful Souls howled. A terrifying pressure, enough to easily annihilate Organ Refining Realm expert, crashed down on Chen Fan like an invisible mountain!

The air was compressed and groaned under the immense pressure, causing the cliff walls on both sides to tremble and shed countless stones.

However, Chen Fan, standing at the Center of the Storm, remained atop the giant rock, without even the hem of his clothes fluttering.

Faced with this devastating blow, the smile on his face remained unchanged; he simply murmured to himself:

"The formation is good, but unfortunately, it's still too weak!"

The moment the words left his mouth, Chen Fan could no longer suppress his emotions.

Boom!

An aura far more domineering than the formation before him erupted from his thin body!