The Two Sides Meet
From One in Ten Thousand to Dragon Among Men, this is not simply a matter of quantity, but almost a leap in talent!
Riding on this unprecedented wave of enlightenment, Chen Fan instantly understood all the obstacles and shortcomings of his self-created cultivation technique, the "Myriad Dao Furnace Scripture".
"I see..."
A smile crept onto his lips, no longer suppressing it.
"Furnace, open!"
In an instant, a roar that seemed to come from the very beginning of time erupted from within Chen Fan's body!
With his indestructible White Jade Bones as the base of the furnace of heaven and earth, and his powerful internal organs, which had completed the Five-Element Internal Cycle, as the blazing divine Divine Fire, he used all the mixed Dao Seeds he had hunted over the past year to create a divine fire.
Use your body as a furnace to forge Ten Thousand Dao!
As the cultivation technique was reshaped and perfected, a domineering power that even Chen Fan himself found astonishing could no longer be restrained by his physical body.
Boom!!
A dazzling, blazing, and perfectly condensed golden beam of light, like a newly risen sun, suddenly shot up from the top of his head, tearing through the clouds and piercing the sky!
Boom!!
The golden beam of light that shot out from the underground cavern was like a divine spear of punishment piercing through the heavens and earth, tearing a huge hole in the thick leaden clouds above the Ashen Wasteland.
Its light was dazzling, its divine power as vast as a prison.
The entire Ashen Wasteland fell into an eerie silence at this moment.
Countless Alien Races Prodigies who were fighting, hunting, and lurking stopped what they were doing at the same time, looked up in shock at the sky that had been dyed golden.
"What... what is that?"
"Such pure Origin Source energy! Could it be that an unparalleled treasure has been born?"
"This aura... is a hundred times more concentrated than a top-grade Dao Seed!"
After a brief period of deathly silence came a volcanic eruption of greed and madness.
Fire Spirit Race Camp.
The top Prodigies, Yan Jin, suddenly stood up from the bone throne, his crimson-gold pupils fixed on the distant pillar of light, his breathing instantly becoming heavy.
The fiery red crystal beside him had already been crushed to pieces.
A kill order?
Compared to this earth-shattering miracle before us, the Dao Seed of a Human Race child is nothing!
"Pass on my order!" Yan Jin's voice, filled with excitement, echoed throughout the basin, "Everyone, abandon the pursuit! Head to the Land of the Pillar of Light at full speed! This treasure, my Fire Spirit Race, wants it!"
Almost simultaneously, in the stone forest of the Taitu Race, tens of thousands of miles away, the towering Tu Meng, as majestic as a mountain, also let out the same roar.
"Roar!"
"Charge!"
"The treasure is mine!"
Tens of thousands of Alien Races Prodigies went completely mad.
With their bloodshot eyes, like sharks smelling blood, or like swarms of locusts passing through, they surged wildly from all directions of the Ashen Wasteland toward the valley where the pillar of light was located.
Along the way, in the struggle for a shorter route, teams of different races even engaged in fierce battles, with severed limbs and scalding blood setting off a bloody prelude to this treasure-hunting frenzy.
Behind another desolate pile of rocks.
Dozens of ragged, listless Human Race survivors stared at the golden pillar of light with faces full of despair.
"It's over... it's all over..."
"Did the Overlord Races use some trump card? Are they going to wipe out the entire Ashen Wasteland...?"
"Run! It'll be too late if you don't run now!"
Among the crowd, Wang Lei and Zhao Yi were deathly pale, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.
They had finally managed to gather these few dozen compatriots, and before they could even catch their breath, they were facing annihilation.
However, Lin Feng, as the leader, did not make a move.
He stared intently at the beam of light, sensing the vast and boundless yet familiar, domineering and pure aura within it.
This aura...
A ten-year-old boy suddenly flashed through Lin Feng's mind.
It's him!
It's definitely him!
"It's him! It's Chen Fan!" Lin Feng roared hoarsely at his despairing companions behind him, trembling with excitement. "I recognize this aura! That's hope! Our hope is there!"
Hope?
Everyone was stunned, staring at Lin Feng as if he were a madman.
"Lin Feng, are you insane? How could that kind of world-destroying power possibly be..."
Before Wang Lei could finish speaking, Lin Feng grabbed his collar.
"Do we have any other choice?" Lin Feng's eyes were bloodshot, each word dripping with blood. "Hide? Where can we hide? The entire Ashen Wasteland is a hunting ground for the Alien Races race! Rather than being dragged out and tortured like rats, we might as well take a gamble! Gamble that he can carve out a new world for our Human Race!"
"Why is our Human Federation, which traverses the universe, so frustrated here in the Myriad Laws Source Realm?"
"I've had enough of this kind of life!"
His words silenced everyone.
Yes, they have nowhere left to retreat.
To survive in the face of death is the only way out.
"Okay! I'll go with you!"
Wang Lei gritted his teeth, a resolute light flashing in his eyes.
Count me in!
Zhao Yi nodded emphatically.
A moment later, the small team, consisting of dozens of Human Race survivors, reached a consensus.
They no longer hid, no longer fled.
Everyone rushed headlong towards the golden pillar of light without hesitation.
Outside the valley.
The massive, dark coalition of Alien Races forces arrived first.
Tens of thousands of Alien Races Prodigies from different races surrounded the entire valley.
They were wary of each other, their greedy eyes fixed on the source of the beam of light. The air was thick with tension, creating a strange balance, and none dared to be the first to rush in.
Soon, Yan Jin and Tu Meng's elite troops, like two sharp knives, brutally tore through the surrounding ragtag army and forcefully entered the fray.
"This place is under the control of my Fire Spirit Race and the Taitu Race!" Yan Jin hovered in mid-air, his voice icy cold, "Anyone who dares to make a move will die!"
The imposing presence of the two chiefs of the Overlord Races temporarily quelled the situation.
Just then, a commotion broke out in the distance.
Lin Feng and his dozens of Human Race survivors finally arrived.
As they traversed a jungle littered with corpses and beheld the terrifying legion of tens of thousands of Alien Races Experts, each of them felt as if an invisible hand were gripping their heart tightly.
That terrifying aura pressed down on them like mountains, causing their legs to go weak uncontrollably, almost causing them to collapse on the spot.
"Human Race?"
Yan Jin in mid-air, spotted the uninvited ants and a cruel sneer curled at the corner of his mouth.
"Perfect, I've got nothing better to do anyway." He waved his hand listlessly. "Let's use the blood of these Human Race to commemorate the treasure that's about to be born!"
"Roar!!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding Alien Races let out bloodthirsty roars and slowly closed in on him.
Desperate situation!
Looking at those ferocious and mocking faces, Lin Feng felt a chill run through his body.
But he knew he couldn't back down.
He suppressed the fear that seeped into his very bones, took a step forward, and roared with all his might, "This is the place where the Prodigies of my Human Race cultivate in seclusion! Those who trespass will die!"