Spring Autumn Cicada

When Fang Yan opened his eyes, he saw a strange starry sky.

Southern Border Star Domain, Yinghuo Star.

This name had been engraved in his mind from the very first day he transmigrated into this body.

Yinghuo Star possessed a crimson earth, and two moons hung in the vault of heaven—one silver-white, the other dark blue.

This place was a remote territory of the Southern Border Star Domain, but it was also the foundation of the Immortal God family, the Fang Family.

As for his current identity, he was the only son of the seventh elder of the Fang Family, Fang Yan.

Of course, this was not the point.

The point was that in his previous life, he was still above the Heavenly Court of the Gu Insect World, facing that legendary Dragon Duke.

When that palm came crashing down, Fang Yan didn't even have time to see Dragon Duke's expression clearly before he only felt his body explode from the inside out, his flesh and bones completing the qualitative change from a "humanoid lifeform" to "Chaoshan beef balls" in an instant.

That manner of death was simply too undignified, to the extent that he still occasionally dreamed of rolling between two huge millstones and being crushed into minced meat.

I am an otherworldly demon after all; being beaten into a beef ball just like that is simply too humiliating.

Fang Yan lay on the cliff top of Sky Pillar Peak, the highest peak of Yinghuo Star, looking at the two moons overhead, and let out a heartfelt sigh.

As soon as his voice fell, the Spring Autumn Cicada inside his body shook its wings and let out an extremely light and fine chirp.

Bizarrely, the Spring Autumn Cicada was no longer just a Gu worm.

After transmigrating to the Swallowed Star World, Fang Yan discovered that he possessed two bodies.

One was his current human body. As the only son of the seventh elder of the Fang Family, his potential was quite good, and he could be considered a moderately famous genius in the Southern Border Star Domain.

The other was the Spring Autumn Cicada itself.

When transmigrating, Fang Yan had casually grabbed into the River of Time of the Gu World, who would have known that the Spring Autumn Cicada from the future would be fished out by him in one grab.

And then it turned into his clone.

When Fang Yan first realized this matter, he was terribly startled.

He had already transmigrated to this universe for five years, and Fang Yan had basically figured out the condition of the Spring Autumn Cicada Clone.

After being modified by the rules of the Primordial Universe, the Spring Autumn Cicada became a product of the Swallowed Star World.

Its gene multiplier had even reached a shocking one thousand times.

Meanwhile, the Spring Autumn Cicada, which was only the size of a fingernail in the Gu World, had now also become a giant one thousand meters long.

Faint golden patterns emerged on the transparent cicada wings, and those patterns glowed in the dark like some kind of ancient talisman.

Although this baseline data could only be considered pretty good among special lifeforms, the innate divine ability of the Spring Autumn Cicada was extremely heaven-defying.

Time Reversal!

This was an innate divine ability that had never appeared in countless reincarnations of the Primordial Universe.

Although at the World Lord-level, Fang Yan could only achieve time reversal within a ten-meter range for one minute, using this divine ability well was still a bug-level existence.

Because it allowed one to choose to follow the reversal or not follow the reversal along with oneself.

Moreover, the limitation of this range would also gradually increase along with the elevation of his realm.

Thinking of this, Fang Yan smiled and placed a Wind Crystal Spirit Fruit—of which only the core was left from gnawing—on the table.

This was a cosmic rare treasure that could rapidly accelerate comprehension of the Law of Wind.

Innate divine ability, Time Reversal, activate!

A burst of cicada chirping came, and black-and-gold secret patterns on the body of the Spring Autumn Cicada within the Origin Core flashed with flowing light.

The cicada chirping drifted leisurely, and a ring of ripples almost invisible to the naked eye spread out from the center of Fang Yan's brow.

Then, Fang Yan calmly watched the fruit core on the table, which had already been gnawed completely clean, begin to change.

The few wisps of residual fruit pulp on the core first grew more numerous, changing from sporadic fiber threads into moist and plump fruit pulp tissue, and the fruit pulp changed from a faint cyan to translucent snow-white, wrapping the core once again.

The Wind Crystal Spirit Fruit was restored!

It sat steadily and securely on the table, round all over, with cyan-white skin, and the ice-blue patterns on the surface glowing brilliantly, even carrying a trace of fresh dew as if just plucked from the branch.

Isn't this like stepping on your left foot with your right foot and ascending to heaven?

Fang Yan picked up the fruit, smiled, and took another bite.

At this time, it was still the early stage of the Primordial Universe. The Human Race only had two Universe Lords, Dragon Walker Lord and Origin, but humanity could still be considered a peak race.

It was still the era of the eight beast gods; after Universe Strongest beings gradually appeared within the Primordial Universe, the criteria for a peak race would rise.

As for Fang Yan, being the son of the seventh elder of the Fang Family, naturally received vigorous cultivation from the family after displaying the Domain of Wind at the Stellar Level.

Under this sort of self-cultivation style where Fang Yan stepped on his left foot with his right foot, he had actually abruptly piled himself up to the ninth tier of the World Lord-level with resources.

A moment later, Fang Yan finished eating another Wind Crystal Spirit Fruit, and his comprehension of the Law of Wind surged significantly once again.

Just as he was about to activate Time Reversal once more.

A profound fluctuation spread out from within his body, and wind stirred from nothingness all around Fang Yan.

Above the crimson earth, the originally peaceful sky suddenly darkened, and air currents began to rotate violently high in the air, forming a massive wind-eye covering ten thousand miles.

A cyan droplet fell from the sky, landing precisely on Fang Yan's forehead.

Fang Yan sat cross-legged, rising slowly into mid-air.

Between his eyebrows appeared a pale cyan law mark, shaped like a feather weathered by the wind for hundreds of millions of years, simple yet containing the true meaning of the wind.

This was the recognition of the Law of Wind.

Fang Yan clearly felt the soul crystal deep within his origin core begin to tremble, and strands of law secret patterns materialized out of thin air, as if branded onto his soul by an invisible hand.

Those secret patterns were complex yet smooth, emitting a pale cyan glow, which was precisely the materialization of the Law of Wind.

Sigh, how lonely it is to be invincible?

Fang Yan bit on a piece of windtail grass, lying on the grassy ground of Sky Pillar Peak.

After experiencing being beaten into a beef ball, Fang Yan suddenly became much clearer-headed.

How wonderful it was to cultivate safely and securely in his own lair; why did he have to go out fighting and killing?

Wanted to eat beef balls?

The early Primordial Universe was not very peaceful right now.

Hahaha!

Just as Fang Yan was lying flat on the peak of the mountain, a hearty laugh came from down the mountain.

Fang Yan picked his ear.

Goodness, the elevation drop is eighty thousand li and the sound is still this loud?

That laughter was still echoing among the mountains when a robust figure had already stepped through the air and arrived.

The newcomer was tall and sturdy, with rugged facial features, a thick beard, and wearing a dark red battle armor whose surface was covered in the marks of swords and axes.

It was none other than Fang Yan's father in this lifetime, the Seventh Elder of the Fang Family, Fang Lie.

Fang Lie was a typical martial arts fanatic, his overall strength stuck at the World Lord Ninth Order for three thousand years, his comprehension of laws always falling just that crucial bit short, but he couldn't help it because the man was strong; he could pick up a ten-thousand-zhang metal mountain with one hand as if it were child's play.

"You little rascal, your old man sensed the commotion all the way from the foot of the mountain."

Fang Lie strode over, slapping Fang Yan on the shoulder with a force that cracked the ground within a radius of a hundred zhang into several fissures.

Fang Yan didn't budge an inch.