Cataclysm

The tent, once pitch-black, was now brightly lit by a blinding ball of white light.

Lu Zhen narrowed his eyes.

Guga floated there in midair.

Its plump body was wrapped in holy light, utterly motionless.

"Guga?"

Lu Zhen called out to it in his mind.

There was no response.

He moved closer and extended a finger, intending to poke the glowing halo.

"Guga?"

Still no response. The white light was like a thick cocoon, completely sealing the little creature inside.

Not even a trace of its aura leaked out.

Lu Zhen withdrew his hand, one brow lifting slightly.

This little guy... he muttered under his breath. Could it be evolving?

Four jade-transformed Insect Ancestor cores—those were genuine Spirit Fusion Realm foundations, on top of the essence from the gray mist mutation.

It had swallowed them all in one go. It would be strange if it did not get overwhelmed.

But judging by the situation, it did not seem to be a bad thing.

Lu Zhen stepped back two paces and sat cross-legged on the camp bed again.

A thought stirred in his mind.

A pale-blue screen slowly unfolded before his eyes.

More than half a month had passed.

Since leaving Three Sects City, he had headed north, fought his way through Horsefall Slope and Blackwater River, then held the line outside Yanbei Pass.

Day and night, without rest, he had fought bloody battles.

Together with the unwavering twenty-sevenfold quality critical hit every day,

the foundation he had accumulated over the past half month had reached an utterly terrifying level.

``` [Lu Zhen (31 years old)]

[Realm: Transformation Force Perfection, Spirit Fusion Realm (Inner Landscape)]

[Level: Daily Settlement Lv.14 (101.74/300)]

[Bright God Martial Canon Lv.12 (78.65/100)]

[Eight Wastes Wandering Dragon Step Lv.10 (Profound Mastery) (72.79/300)]

[Great Execution Tribulation Blade Lv.4 (Profound