Source Spirit

As the golden Stream of Light soared upwards and eventually became a tiny black dot on the horizon, an eerie silence descended upon the newly established megalithic camp.

Until a Human Race Prodigies who had just joined and whose face still showed signs of immaturity looked at the empty sky and couldn't help but murmur with a worried expression.

"Chen Fan... is gone. Can we really protect this foundation on our own?"

Yes, that boy who was both godlike and demonic is gone.

The being who single-handedly slaughtered the Alien Races of the entire Ashen Wasteland, rescuing them, the Human Race who were like stray dogs, from the Abyss of despair, has left.

He was like a giant pillar supporting the sky, but now that the pillar has been removed, an indescribable sense of panic and bewilderment has begun to quietly spread among the crowd.

"Shut up!"

A loud shout, like a thunderclap, rang out. Lin Feng turned around abruptly, his eyes sharp as knives, fixed on the young man who had spoken.

"If we have to rely on Brother Chen for everything, then what kind of Human Race Prodigies are we?"

"Is it a domesticated pet?!"

His voice resonated through the valley, filled with unprecedented determination and resolve, making everyone's eardrums buzz.

Lin Feng looked around at the faces, some filled with confusion, others with fear. He took a deep breath and roared with all his might, "Brother Chen has cleared away all the thorns for us, paving the way for us with the corpses of the Alien Races! He has conquered this land where we can stand tall and proud!"

"Now, he has gone to conquer even more distant territories!"

"And what about us?!"

"Should we cower in the shelter he left behind, praying for his early return? Or should we use our fists and swords to tell all the scum who dare to set foot on this land—this place belongs to humans!"

"What comes next—whether we fight or die, whether we achieve honor or disgrace—is up to us!"

Lin Feng suddenly drew his long sword from his waist and pointed it at the vast Wasteland outside the camp.

"Pass on my orders! Everyone increase alert, double the hunting squad rotations, and double the patrol area! I want all Alien Races to know that even without Brother Chen, the Ashen Wasteland will forever remain Human Race territory! Anyone who dares to lay a hand on it will have their claws chopped off!"

His words, like oil poured onto a raging fire, instantly ignited the Fire Seed of dignity in everyone's hearts.

Yes, they are Prodigies, not trash!

After a brief silence, a deafening roar erupted from the valley.

"War!"

"War!"

"War!"

Meanwhile, Chen Fan was completely unaware of what was happening behind him.

Following Lin Feng's guidance, he pushed his speed to the limit, leaving a long golden afterimage across the barren land.

Half a day later, he finally reached the end of the Ashen Wasteland.

The sight before him made him pause slightly.

A colossal Spatial Rift, like a ferocious black maw, stretched across the heavens and earth.

Inside the rift was not emptiness, but a deep, boundless, colorful vortex, with billions of points of light flowing within, exuding a mystery and allure that led to unknown realms.

This is the passage leading to the next area of the Myriad Laws Source Realm.

However, before the vortex, a figure floated silently.

It was a humanoid creature composed entirely of pure, translucent grayish-white light.

It has no facial features, no hair, and not even a clear outline. Its surface is as smooth as a mirror, and its body seems to contain billions of mysterious runes flowing endlessly.

It simply existed there, as if it had become one with the entire wasteland of Ashen Wasteland, the sky, and even every grain of dust, exuding a merciless, icy aura.

This is the Source Spirit that Lin Feng mentioned guarding the passage.

The instant Chen Fan stepped into the area within a hundred meters of the passage.

"Buzz!!"

Source Spirit's smooth, mirror-like face slowly turned towards him.

It had no eyes, yet it instantly gave Chen Fan the feeling that he was locked in place by the laws of the entire universe.

It slowly raised its right hand.

In an instant, the dormant Origin Power of the entire Ashen Wasteland seemed to be stirred by an invisible hand, frantically converging towards its palm.

It lacked any earth-shattering momentum or world-destroying pressure.

Source Spirit simply threw a nonchalant punch at Chen Fan.

However, this seemingly ordinary punch carried the weight of the entire Ashen Wasteland region. Wherever the fist passed, the space rippled under its strain, emitting a series of teeth-grinding groans.

"Interesting."

A smile of excitement appeared on Chen Fan's lips.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, and the eight thousand calories of dormant Qi and Blood within his body suddenly erupted at this moment!

He met the punch head-on with a Basic Straight Punch!

Two fists, one large and one small, collided violently in mid-air.

The next second, Chen Fan felt an incomparable, vast, and boundless force surging from his opponent's fist.

That power was pure to the extreme, devoid of any skill or impurity.

"Bang!"

Chen Fan's body flew backward uncontrollably for dozens of meters, his feet carving two deep furrows in the hard ground before he finally managed to regain his footing.

His right fist, which was powerful enough to kill any other cultivator at the same level in the Internal Organ Refining Realm, was now sending a faint stinging pain through him.

He glanced down and saw that his fist was covered in crimson.

Chen Fan shook his hand, but his eyes became brighter than ever before, frighteningly so.

"You've got some skills!"

Chen Fan looked at the Source Spirit in front of him and grinned.

In just a brief exchange, Chen Fan was able to roughly assess the situation of this Source Spirit.

It is a pure power machine, the ultimate embodiment of the power rules of this Ashen Wasteland, and the personification of the power in this region!

The claim that he is invincible among his peers is no exaggeration.

Because to be its enemy is tantamount to being its enemy!

"Rule?"

Chen Fan slowly raised his head, grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, and smiled ostentatiously.

"Aren't rules meant to be broken?!"

He burst into laughter, his laughter filled with unbridled joy.

The laughter stopped abruptly the next moment.

"Boom!!"

The "Myriad Dao Furnace Scripture" was operating at full power! Within Chen Fan's body, it was as if a cosmic Great Furnace capable of devouring all worlds had been completely ignited!

Behind him, the eighty-one Foreign Race Youth Kings phantoms that he had once slain with his fists, and the nine projections of Martial Gods representing the pinnacle of Human Race Martial Dao, flashed by in that instant!

Invincible Momentum erupted in that instant.

"Open it for me!!"

Chen Fan's figure transformed into a dazzling golden Stream of Light that could not be captured by the naked eye, carrying a terrifying will that could devour Ten Thousand Dao and melt all things, and once again punched towards the Source Spirit!

Rumble!!

Qi and Blood and qi surge, the air hisses!

Faced with Chen Fan's earth-shattering punch, the cold Source Spirit showed no reaction. It simply raised its arm and, in the same posture, threw a punch representing the rules of this world.

Gold and gray-white, two completely different forces, collided once again with a deafening roar at this moment!

"Snap!!"

A crisp cracking sound, seemingly capable of echoing throughout the entire Ashen Wasteland, suddenly rang out!