As he watched the heavens crumble and the earth collapse, countless lives swiftly extinguished, Mu Bai once again communed with the will of this world as the successor to the Human-Beast Great Dao Supreme. He discovered that this world was gradually losing its life, as though, after the soul of a realm had been grievously wounded, every living being within it was losing its vitality.
Sure enough, even Supremes of the Human and Beast Races as powerful as Qi Zhenzi and Yuyusheng were rapidly losing their own vitality. This was dictated by the will of the world they inhabited, leaving them no room to struggle or resist.
At this rate, even if the Origin Realm remained as broken ruins, all life within it would perish.
Suddenly, in the direction of the Hong Origin Continent in the far north, a tall, straight figure shot into the sky. It was Lu Ming. His enormous body, thousands of feet tall, hurtled skyward, dazzling flames blazing all over him. His arms resolutely held aloft a massive, pitch-black stone stele-the renowned Origin Soul Stele!
It was said that the Origin Soul Stele was a fragment formed when the soul of the Origin Realm shattered during the Immortal-Origin War more than twenty thousand years ago. Later, the World Soul Stele gave birth to life, and only then did the lineage of the Primordial Soul Sacred Land arise.
At this moment, Lu Ming knew that the only way to save the soul of the Origin Realm was to merge the Primordial Soul Sacred Land's ancestral stele into it, replenishing what its wounds had depleted.
And the price of doing so was to burn himself, using his own soul as a guide to ignite the Soul Seed within the Primordial Soul Ancestral Stele.
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