Out of Nourishment

On the edge of the Ashen Wasteland, a figure covered in black totems and surrounded by dark Demonic Qi slowly descended.

This person is named Mo Sha, and is a top Prodigies of the Taitu Race.

Not long ago, the Taitu Race discovered the news of the death of their young Prodigies. After exchanging information with other races that had taken over the Ashen Wasteland, they were shocked to find that all of their own race's Prodigies had died!

This led to the scene of Mo Sha arriving at the Ashen Wasteland of the Myriad Laws Source Realm.

However, these Cosmic Foreign Races believe that something must have happened in the Ashen Wasteland, which led to the premature deaths of their own Prodigies.

As for the Human Federation...

They hadn't even considered this possibility, after all... the Human Federation was being suppressed by the Cosmic Foreign Races within the Myriad Laws Source Realm.

Even with countless Prodigies in the Human Federation, it would be impossible for them to contend against all the Cosmic Foreign Races.

As soon as Mo Sha entered the Ashen Wasteland, he discovered a valley where the auras of more than a dozen Human Race gathered. This was the initial camp that Lin Feng and his group had established.

"Haha! What great luck! So many top-grade Dao Seeds have actually come to our doorstep!"

Overjoyed, Mo Sha could no longer contain himself. He transformed into a bolt of black lightning and launched a surprise attack without hesitation, ready to enjoy a one-sided slaughter feast.

However, the moment he rushed into the valley, he froze.

He was not met with the fearful screams and desperate cries he had expected.

Instead, they were a dozen pairs of cold yet fanatical eyes burning with the flames of revenge!

These Human Race, whom he once regarded as ants, did not retreat at this moment!

"Kill!"

Someone roared angrily.

The instant Mo Sha charged into the valley, these dozen or Human Race Prodigies formed a simple yet effective Battle Formation with remarkable coordination!

Several attacks, enhanced by Chen Fan Origin Power, erupted simultaneously!

"A bunch of ants, daring to rebel?"

Mo Sha's arrogant smile was still frozen on his face when, in the next second, he was completely engulfed by the violent energy that far exceeded his expectations.

Boom!!

A violent torrent of energy exploded within the valley, the shockwave scraping away a layer of the hard rock walls.

A figure, charred black from head to toe, was thrown backward from the center of the explosion and crashed heavily to the ground. It was none other than Mo Sha, the top Prodigies of the Taitu Race.

The black totem he was so proud of on his body had shattered inch by inch, his Demonic Qi dissipated, and what spilled from the corner of his mouth was no longer blood, but fragments of light from the dissipation of his Origin Power.

His eyes were filled with twisted horror and bewilderment.

How could these ants... these Human Race, whom he saw as no different from domesticated food, unleash such terrifying power?

The Origin Source contained in each attack was purer than any other of its kind he had ever seen!

"Puff!"

Mo Sha suddenly spat out a mouthful of Origin Source light mist, no longer caring about the dignity of Overlord Races.

The instinct for survival overcame everything!

He roared, and the Origin Dao Seed within his body burst into flames. His entire being transformed into a black Stream of Light on the verge of dissipation, fleeing desperately towards the edge of the valley.

Stop him!

The dozen or so surviving Human Race Prodigies, wanting to give chase, but one by one they collapsed to the ground, exhausted, and could only watch helplessly as the black light was about to disappear into the distance.

"What a waste."

Just then, a soft sigh echoed at the entrance to the silent valley.

Everyone looked on in astonishment, only to see Chen Fan standing there, shaking his head slightly.

He took a step forward.

The figure slowly faded away, as if it had never existed.

The next instant, when his figure solidified again, he appeared like a ghost on the path that Mo Sha was sure to take to escape, blocking the deadly black Stream of Light.

"Get out of here!"

Mo Sha, acting like a madman, pushed his burning Origin Source to its limit, unleashing all his desperate measures at this moment.

However, Chen Fan simply extended one finger calmly.

A wisp of Golden Qi and Blood, refined to its utmost, was leisurely pointed out from the fingertip.

That finger, so lightly, touched Mo Sha's brow.

As the Golden Qi and Blood touched him, Mo Sha's burning body suddenly froze, and the madness and terror on his face completely solidified.

Then, his body, starting from between his eyebrows, silently melted away inch by inch.

There was no flying blood and flesh, no screaming of Divine Souls.

In this way, he transformed into a primordial Origin Dao Seed that was more than ten times pure and powerful than that of ordinary Prodigies. He was drawn in by an invisible suction force and completely entered Chen Fan's body.

The "Myriad Dao Furnace Scripture" trembled slightly and emitted a satisfied hum.

One month later.

The landscape of the Ashen Wasteland has been completely overturned.

The area that was once a place where Human Race Prodigies only hide has now been transformed into a nascent megalithic camp, becoming the sole center of order in this land.

Outside the camp, hunting squads composed of Human Race Prodigies were sweeping across the Wasteland with fierce auras.

Their target is those former Cosmic Foreign Races, now feared and fleeing like rats in the street—the remnants of those Alien Races.

The balance of power has been completely reversed.

In the center of the camp, on a smooth boulder, Chen Fan rested his arms behind his head, gazing listlessly at the sky, a blade of grass dangling from his mouth.

"Out of nutrients."

He turned his head and complained to Lin Feng, who was reporting to him, "The Alien Races in this wretched place have either been wiped out or disappeared without a trace. The remaining bunches of ugly and deformed people aren't even enough to fill my teeth."

The "Myriad Dao Furnace Scripture" within his body had been dormant for half a month, making no further progress.

Upon hearing this, Lin Feng gave a wry smile, confirming Chen Fan's statement. "The Ashen Wasteland has indeed... been cleared out by us. Now, even if a few Alien Races manage to enter, they turn and run as soon as they see our Human Race flag."

Seeing the undisguised distress on Chen Fan's face, Lin Feng seemed to have made up his mind. After hesitating for a moment, he finally took a deep breath and lowered his voice.

"The Myriad Laws Source Realm is vast and boundless. To select Prodigies of different levels, it is divided into different regions according to their cultivation realm. The Organ Refining Realm, where we are, is divided into nine major regions, which are connected by special spatial passages."

He paused, his expression becoming extremely solemn.

"However, each passage is guarded by Source Spirit formed from the purest Origin Power of that region. They have no consciousness, only follow instinct, yet they are absolutely invincible among those of the same level."

"To cross this region, the only way is... to defeat it!"

The words had barely left his mouth.

Chen Fan's eyes lit up instantly.

"Source Spirit? Invincible among those of the same level?"

He suddenly jumped off the boulder, spat out the grass stem in his mouth, patted Lin Feng's shoulder heavily, and smiled broadly.

"This place is in your hands. Get me some territory belonging to the Human Race, and don't let me down."

Having said that, he turned around, his gaze fixed on the distant Wasteland, his face filled with excitement.

"As for me... I'd like to see what this so-called Source Spirit is all about!"