C2

A small lake that was about a mile in radius was quietly sitting on this piece of barren land.

The lakeshore was surrounded by all sorts of strange trees and rocks. The lake was clear and calm, but aside from the fierce whistling of the wind, the water and lakeshore were deathly still. There were no living beings resting here.

Right at this moment, a black dot appeared in the distance, madly rushing towards this lake.

In front of him was Lang Yan, who had risked his life in search of food and water. Ten meters behind him were dozens of beasts that had different appearances and were extremely vicious. They looked fierce as they followed him closely.

At this moment, Lang Yan was in a rather sorry state. There were a few new wounds on his naked, scarred upper body. Sweat and blood congealed on his wet hair that stuck to his body in a mess.

After leaving for more than half a day, he did not expect that the frequency of the dire beasts would be much higher than usual. Along the way, he had killed more than a hundred dire beasts, but after encountering the danger last time, he was besieged by dozens of dire beasts that appeared at the same time.

Lang Yan reached out his hand to wipe his eyes, which were now blurry with sweat. He used all his strength to look at the lake in front of him. This was the only water source near the mountain peak, and also the destination of his trip, the Desolate Lake.

He let out a sigh of relief and turned around to look at the dense herd of desolate beasts. He squeezed out all of the energy in his body and maintained his speed as he rushed toward the lake.

Using the momentum from his mad dash, he jumped over the edge of the lake, crossed the three meter radius of the lake, took a deep breath in the air, and then dived into the water. The water didn't even splash up much.

The dozens of dire beasts behind him did not stop and jumped up one after another. Quite a few of them chased after his figure into the water.

As soon as Lang Yan's body entered the water, he immediately dove down at full speed. As of now, he could only bet that these beasts didn't know how to swim and wouldn't follow him down the lake. This lake was his only hope of escaping.

However, the heavens did not want him to. He had only gone down a few meters when he immediately felt the fluctuations of the water above him. He turned around in shock, only to see the surface of the water rippling endlessly.

Lang Yan turned his head and expressionlessly continued to head downstream. He thought back to Abba's teachings. The more critical the situation, the more one had to remain calm. A clear mind and a calm mind was often the key to getting out of this predicament.

He tried his best to relax his body as he dived. His mind was empty and fearless. In this moment of life and death, his mind was buzzing. He suddenly remembered the world in his dream and entered a state of meditation.

However, unlike any other meditation session in the past, this time, an unprecedented scene flashed through his mind, a scene of chaos.

A huge whirlpool of endless, swirling gray mist.

He stood in front of the chaotic whirlpool, looking at the sky and the ground, staring at the whirlpool that gave him a strong sense of oppression. At the same time that it slowly rotated from left to right, it did not have the slightest suction, instead it continued to spew out gray particles that gradually scattered in all directions.

An idea flashed in his mind. These blurry particles were the things he had sensed in this world when he was meditating that were not natural elements.

Lang Yan subconsciously had a desire to see more clearly. Under this impulse, he let go of his senses and his senses extended out like he was in a dream. He carefully approached until he was in the midst of these gray particles.

Seeing that the particles were neither too close to him nor too repulsive, he heaved a sigh of relief and started observing carefully.

He could clearly sense that these extremely tiny particles were all full of energy. They scattered by themselves or in groups of three or five, and as they dispersed into the surroundings, they constantly collided with each other. After colliding, they would either bounce off each other or stick together, seemingly without any pattern.

All of a sudden, dozens of grey particles almost touched his thoughts, and he could clearly see that when they collided, seven or eight of them seemed to coincidentally reach a certain equilibrium, flying around each other, neither bouncing nor colliding with each other again. Instead, they kept this balance, slowly fusing together, forming a fused particle that was one size larger than the original grey particles.

An extremely shocking scene appeared. The fused particles were no longer the original grayish color, but an extremely vibrant purple, brighter than the purple particles Remir had seen while meditating in his dreams.

"This... This is … "Lang Yan's heart was in turmoil as he incredulously watched the purple particle gradually grow further and further away," Nature Elemental! Purple... This... This is the thunder element from the dream world! "

Until the moment when the thunder element had left his range of thought, he still had not recovered from his shock, "What exactly are these grey particles? Remir suspected that nature was not the most primitive form of energy in the world, and he was right. It's these gray particles! It's because of their fusion in a certain state that the natural elements were born, could it be …? "

In order to confirm his hypothesis, Lang Yan looked at the surrounding densely packed gray particles more attentively.

Sure enough, he saw another fusion scene. It was the same as before, with seven or eight particles flying around each other in a completely different trajectory compared to the Lightning Elemental. And the fused particles astonishingly revealed a dark red color that he was extremely familiar with.

Therefore, he didn't notice that the moment he entered the meditative state and saw the huge whirlpool, the group of dire beasts chasing him had suddenly slowed down. The ominous glint in his eyes had turned into a look of bewilderment, and as he stared at the figures diving down below, the dozens of dire beasts hesitated at the same time.

Lang Yan completely forgot about his current dire situation. He continuously observed the grey particles in his surroundings, witnessing the different orbits, the different fusion processes, as well as the birth of the various elemental elements. He gradually comprehended, "These grey particles are the most primitive molecules in this world … No matter what type of natural element or energy it is, it is all caused by these … "Hmm …" Atoms, made up in different ways. This chaos vortex was actually made up of atoms. This was simply … That's right! It's Essence! "

The more he thought about it, the more excited he became. It seemed that he had inadvertently come into contact with a great mystery of this world.

Right at this moment, the whirlpool spat out another dense cloud of atoms, which coincidentally headed straight towards his senses. Without any preparation, Lang Yan's senses were instantly flooded by this dense cloud of atoms, and it continued to follow his thoughts.

The dozens of beasts that were hesitating above him suddenly seemed to see something extremely scary. They all turned around in fear and floated to the surface of the water.

At this moment, Lang Yan no longer cared about those dire beasts. He only felt his body slightly quiver as his spirit power left his body from the meditative state. All of the pores on his body opened up, and countless tiny atoms crazily rushed into his body through those pores.

His nervous heart rose to his throat. Who knew what would happen if these atoms entered his body? However, no matter how unwilling or nervous he was, he was unable to stop it in the slightest. He could only passively endure this process.

He sensed that after the atoms entered his body, they turned into a wisp of mist that unconsciously drifted between his limbs, body, and neck. Finally, it extended into the sea of consciousness in his mind and after circling twice, it shrunk into a ball, no longer moving.

In this split-second, what appeared in his mind was the huge whirlpool that he had just seen in his meditation. He quickly sent his consciousness into the fog formed by the atoms in his sea of consciousness, and without any hesitation, he started to draw a circle, slowly stirring it.

The motionless fog was so heavy that Lang Yan could only sense it. He clenched his teeth and kept stirring it. The fog started to slowly roll in circles along the path of his thoughts, and the originally thinning and dissipating scene also slowed down a little.

Seeing this, Lang Yan's spirit was immediately roused. All of his attention was focused on this mist, and his thoughts became increasingly stirred. Gradually, this mist began to swirl around in his mind.

However, he had an idea. The rotation of his thoughts was completely different from that of the previous huge whirlpool. His thought process was very simple. If the huge whirlpool was rotating from left to right as it spat out, then rotating from right to left as it rotated in reverse would naturally result in him sucking in the whirlpool.

As his thoughts churned faster and faster, the fog also began to spin faster and faster. When the speed at which he stirred reached his current limit, Lang Yan's thoughts fiercely twitched and he immediately retreated out of the fog.

At this point, the atomic mist was no longer thin. After condensing and condensing, it became an egg sized chaos whirlpool that was constantly rotating. It emitted a traction force as it quietly floated in the center of the sea of consciousness.

As the whirlpool continued to spin, he could clearly sense the floating atoms in the surrounding lake water being absorbed into his body through all his pores. He felt like a tired bird returning to its nest and being devoured by the whirlpool.

After withdrawing his perception from his sea of consciousness, Lang Yan felt refreshed. Only now did he realize that his body was still diving down, and the dozens of dire beasts that chased him into nowhere and down to the ground had long disappeared without a trace …