Above a stretch of red earth, quite a few resentment battle souls drifted about.
Boom!
A golden giant vessel of overwhelming momentum smashed through the void and burst forth, stirring up a terrifying storm of void destruction.
"That was close!"
Inside the Ancient Divine Boat, Chen Xuan secretly rejoiced.
He had to admit that he had greatly underestimated the power of that immeasurably vast Withered Grass!
It should already have died, yet its lingering might remained just as terrifying...
That deathly still, gray giant hand already carried traces of an aura that had glimpsed the "origin of the Dao."
If the force of its eruption had struck the Ancient Divine Boat, the consequences would have been unthinkable!
Even Chen Xuan was not completely confident he could withstand it.
"Fortunately, my comprehension of the void has reached the point of condensing Immortal Dao laws. Otherwise, merely evading that giant hand's grasp would have been difficult! As for capturing the One Origin Small World River, I fear it might not have succeeded even in three to five years..."
"The origin of that Withered Grass is a great tonic for the World Tree. Perhaps it can allow it to reach its fifth great transformation... There can be no mishap!"
Chen Xuan's gaze flickered as he secretly speculated.
Then, after compressing the thousand captured shattered Small Worlds to the extreme, he tossed them all into the Primordial Insect Nest...
Led by the Three Little Ant Kings, a thousand Dragon Insects each swallowed one shattered Small World and began nourishing and refining it.
Boom! Boom! Boom!...
The auras they emitted grew ever more powerful, their devouring capacity surged, and their foundations became unfathomably deep.
These thousand shattered Small Worlds were all different. To Chen Xuan, they were rather tasteless, but to the Dragon Insects, each