"Dissolve!"
The new Blood Sea Clone fell into the Blood Sea again, and at the same time, it completely dissolved. The Blood Sea water formed after the dissolution merged into the previous Blood Sea—the two streams of water merged, and the volume increased dramatically!
The blood sea, which was originally 100,000 kilometers in diameter, suddenly expanded outwards again, causing the surrounding space to be compressed.
Qin Ming then began creating new Blood Sea Clone. Once the energy was fully replenished, he once again caused the new Blood Sea Clone to dissipate and merge back into the Blood Sea.
The entire sea of blood began to expand continuously.
According to Qin Ming's memory, the largest Blood Sea at the World Lord Level should have a diameter of about 80 million kilometers, and he is still far from that limit.
Of course, this limit is the limit of 300 times the gene.
The Fourth Outer Battlefield: The Myriad Wood Continent, the Mist Sea!
The purple sea stretched to the horizon, shrouded in a thin mist that enveloped the Heaven and Earth.
On a rocky outcrop on a deserted island, a figure sat cross-legged quietly, his aura contained, as if he were one with Heaven and Earth.
The sea breeze blew, but he remained motionless, like the rock itself.
Qin Ming opened his eyes.
" The Ultimate Secret Technique is complete," he thought to himself.
"And the Blood Sea Clone has also completed its incubation."
He stood up and looked towards the end of the Mist Sea.
It's been over two hundred years.
Centuries ago, he came for the Myriad Woods Core, stepping into this mist with a nonchalant attitude.
However, he never deliberately pursued that treasure, because he knew very well what he wanted.
Obtaining the Myriad Woods Core is a matter of chance; not obtaining it is also fine.
Those King Rank had been granted titles gathered in the Mist Sea for this treasure, risking their lives to fight it, but in his eyes, it was nothing more than a ripple on the long road of cultivation.
What truly matters is one's own strength.
And now----
The Ultimate Secret Technique has been mastered, the Nine Nether Clone has been created, and the comprehension of the Space-Time Law has reached a bottleneck.
There's no point in staying in the World Lord Realm any longer.
"It's time to break through."
He turned to leave the Mist Sea, but just then!
boom!!!
The Heaven and Earth shook violently!
Qin Ming suddenly turned around, his pupils contracting sharply.
From the depths of the Mist Sea, a dazzling pillar of light shot into the sky!
The beam of light was over ten thousand feet thick, piercing straight into the sky and instantly tearing a huge gap in the dense fog!
Where the beam of light passed, space distorted, and the entire Mist Sea trembled!
Within the beam of light, a vibrant green plant, about three feet tall, could be faintly seen swaying gracefully. Its nine leaves were layered upon each other, each shimmering with a mysterious light, as if they contained the ultimate truths of the Heaven and Earth.
On the leaves, faint patterns flow, sometimes condensing into runes, sometimes dissipating into points of light.
Myriad Woods Core!
It's born!
"Finally—" Qin Ming murmured softly.
It's been hundreds of years.
The King Rank of the major clans have been guarding this mist for hundreds of years, waiting for this very moment.
He stood on the reef, gazing at the towering pillar of light, his eyes gleaming.
Walk?
still--
The beam of light continued to rise, and the oppressive force grew stronger and stronger.
In the distance, powerful auras were rapidly approaching.
Those were the King Rank had been lurking throughout the Mist Sea, and they had finally waited for this moment.
Qin Ming suddenly smiled.
Such is the will of Heaven.
It seems we can't leave.
The next moment, his figure transformed into a streak of Flowing Light, shooting towards the direction of the pillar of light!
"Let me see what it is about this legendary Myriad Woods Core that makes you all so eager to fight over it."
Qin Ming was very fast.
The pillar of light from the birth of the Myriad Woods Core was so dazzling that it could be clearly seen for hundreds of millions of miles around.
He had no intention of concealing himself. At this moment, concealment was meaningless. With Teleportation impossible, everyone was flying in the same direction, and whoever arrived first would gain the upper hand.
Qin Ming quickly stopped, standing in mid-air with his gaze fixed downwards.
That was a vast sea area spanning tens of thousands of square miles, and now it has completely changed its appearance.
The once calm purple sea surface disappeared, replaced by a huge whirlpool.
The vortex, with a diameter exceeding 100,000 miles, slowly rotated, devouring everything in its path.
At the center of the vortex, the Myriad Woods Core was suspended in mid-air, its nine leaves swaying gently and emitting a soft light.
As Qin Ming's gaze swept around the vortex, a slight chill ran through him.
people.
Many people.
No, it's not just people, it's countless King Rank.
" The Zerg!"
His gaze fell to the east, where dozens of figures floated silently.
That was King Rank of the Zerg, led by the Zerg Mother Emperor, whose strength was at the King Rank Limit, and at the very top level.
Meanwhile, the Monster Race occupied the west, with nearly fifty figures traversing the void, each with a different form, led by four King Rank Limit.
The north was occupied by the Machine Race's King Rank.
"Besides----"
Qin Ming's gaze swept across his surroundings.
The Humanity faction was also present, with about twenty King Rank gathered in the south, vigilantly observing their surroundings.
Qin Ming saw several familiar faces, including Jiang Fan, the Fire Night King, whom he had saved two hundred years ago.
In addition, there were dozens of King Rank from various powerful and ordinary clans, scattered around, their eyes fixed intently on the Myriad Woods Core at the center of the vortex.
More than two hundred King Rank had gathered around the vortex!
At the very least, they are at the Peak King. This is understandable, as only this batch of King Rank was granted the fastest rank, and many more King Rank are still arriving.
Qin Ming stood quietly in the void, his eyes flickering slightly.
More than two hundred of them were at least at the Peak King.
This number is enough to make anyone's scalp tingle.
Placed anywhere on the Outer Battlefield, this power could sweep away everything.
But at this moment, everyone just watched quietly, and no one made a move.
Because everyone knows that the first to act will become the target of everyone's criticism.
The void was deathly silent, with only the rumbling sound of the swirling vortex echoing through the air.
Qin Ming's gaze swept across the Monster Race camp, lingering for a moment on the four King Rank Limit.
The four beasts seemed to sense something as well, and their gazes turned towards them simultaneously.
Leading the pack was a giant, jet-black wolf, a member of the Monster Race Heavenly Wolf Clan, at the King Rank Limit, known as the " Demon Wolf King."
He stared at Qin Ming, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
" Silver Sword King."
A deep voice rang out, and the Demon Wolf King slowly spoke.
"How many King Rank my Monster Race have you killed in these two hundred years?"
Qin Ming glanced at him but didn't say anything.
The Medicine Wolf King sneered, "You won't be leaving today."
As soon as he finished speaking, dozens of eyes in the Monster Race camp locked onto Qin Ming, their killing intent undisguised.
Qin Ming remained unmoved; these were nothing but a bunch of chickens and dogs!
In the distance, within the Humanity camp, Jiang Fan's pupils constricted as he witnessed this scene.
" Heye!"
He murmured softly, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.
Two hundred years ago, Qin Ming saved his life, and he remembered it forever.
Seeing Qin Ming being targeted by the Monster Race, he instinctively wanted to step forward, but was held down by an old man beside him.
"Don't act rashly," the old man said in a deep voice.
"That's the battlefield where you King Rank Limit; going there will only lead to your death."
Jiang Fan gritted his teeth, knowing the old man was right.
In battles of that level, his strength was merely that of cannon fodder.