C5

Within the cave, in front of the grey light screen.

The little guy was lying on the many layers of thick beast skins on the ground, holding a fruit and gnawing on it happily. It raised its head from time to time, looking at the storage bag next to Lang Yan and licking its lips, knowing that there were even more fruits inside.

At this moment, Lang Yan didn't have the time to pay attention to the little fellow. He was seated cross-legged against the stone wall, his head lowered as he pondered.

After that trip three months ago, Lang Yan's body had undergone a tremendous change.

Since he could remember, Ramiel and that world had been constantly appearing in his dreams. In the dreams, he could remember everything that happened when he turned into Ramiel, including all the magical spells of different elements.

However, three months ago, even though he had been constantly trying to meditate, he had still been unable to sense any natural elements. Thus, he had naturally been unable to cast spells.

When he was three years old, although his Abba did not hold much hope, he still began teaching him martial arts.

On the very first day of teaching him, Ah Pa had told him that warriors trained in elemental energy; using all kinds of breathing exercises to absorb mixed elemental energy from heaven and earth, to filter out impurities in the body, to make the elemental energy purer and purer, and then to refine the pure elemental energy into the elemental energy that matched their physique. This was the first form of elemental energy and was also the basis for warriors to train in it: Accumulating elemental energy was also the first stage in the training of elemental energy in Ah Pa's hometown.

The truth was just as Abba predicted. What made him incredibly frustrated was that he had encountered a problem similar to magic; in this barren world, the elemental energy between heaven and earth had become so thin that it caused people to feel despair. Abba could do nothing about it but memorize everything he had learned in his life.

It was also because Abba had been stuck in the Wasteland World for so long that he had been unable to refine enough elemental energy. When Lang Yan was nine years old, he could no longer suppress the injuries in his body, causing his old wounds to recur and fail to heal.

Ever since he was three years old, he had followed his Abba to breathe in and out of elemental energy, but only after two years had he successfully cultivated a strand of energy as thin as a strand of hair.

His spirit energy was insufficient, so he was naturally unable to use any martial skills. Ever since he went down the mountain with Abba for the first time to find the Desolate Fruit and kill the first Huang Beast with his own hands, he had relied on his innate divine strength and tyrannical physical body.

Fortunately, Abba told him that there were no powerful dire beasts around this mountain. As long as they didn't cross the surface of the lake, they wouldn't encounter those terrifying and unstoppable dire beasts. This was a valuable piece of information Abba found out after he first entered the wasteland and paid a great price for his injuries.

However, all of this had completely changed after that trip three months ago.

In the middle of the wild lake, due to a lucky coincidence that he still couldn't understand, Lang Yan inexplicably entered into a meditative state. He saw the vast whirlpool in the void: The primal chaos source, as well as the original material that made up all the natural elements: atoms, and witnessed the shocking mystery of how all the natural elements combined together. In the end, he was even forced by that whirlpool into his body, and finally, under the influence of his blessed mind, he successfully kept those atoms, turning them into a miniature primal chaos source in his sea of consciousness.

At the same time, at the bottom of the lake, the chaos source formed in his body, immediately allowing him to feel its magic: it easily absorbed the nearby atoms, releasing chaos energy into his body, allowing him to almost merge with the lake without any resistance or airflow.

In the past three months, apart from the need to go down the mountain and replenish some fruits and water, he had also used almost all of his remaining free time to familiarize himself with the primal chaos within his body.

He discovered that it was not that there were no natural elements in the Wasteland, but only that the amount of elemental energy there was much lesser than the amount of natural elements. Thinking back to the huge source that spewed out all of the atoms, only one thousandth of them managed to form elements in the collision.

When he had been meditating, his divine sense had been far weaker than Ramiel's in his dreams. He had only been able to sense a few atoms in the blurry lake, and with his perception, it had been like looking for a needle in a haystack.

After obtaining the Essence of Primal Chaos in his sea of consciousness, regardless of whether it was the scarce elemental energy or elements, they could not be hidden within a three hundred meter radius from him.

He also confirmed Remir's conjecture. Elemental energy and the battle qi in the dream world were the same. Both were of the same energy type, and the source of chaos allowed him to personally confirm that all the energy types in the world were made up of atoms.

What surprised Lang Yan was that the Essence of Primordial Chaos in his sea of consciousness was far more magical than he had imagined. Regardless of whether it was atoms, elements or elemental energy, that whirlpool could absorb any energy from the surroundings by itself at all times, just like how he cultivated for twenty-four hours a day.

If he entered a state of meditation and assimilated his spiritual sense into the primordial origin, it would be able to greatly increase his absorption speed. However, meditating would drain his spiritual sense, and his current state of thinking could only support him for an incense of time.

The most miraculous thing was that regardless of whether the body was absorbing elemental energy or elemental energy, after the primal chaos source was devoured, it would be decomposed into atoms to strengthen the whirlpool and from time to time, it would also spontaneously spew out a tiny amount of primal chaos energy to nourish his body. Although it was small in quantity, but after three months, he could clearly feel the strengthening of his body.

One year, three years, five years. With enough time, his body would definitely be strengthened to an unbelievable degree.

"But the greatest harvest …" As he thought of this, the chaotic origin of the sea of consciousness suddenly spat out a bunch of atoms. After they danced in formation like lightning and danced like fire, they instantly turned into crimson fire elements. Lang Yan extended his right index finger like he was in a dream; a 'chi' sound rang out and a small flame emerged from the tip of his index finger, swaying along with his breathing.

He blew lightly, and the flame immediately dissipated. With a sizzling sound, a flickering purple lightning appeared out of thin air; then came water droplets, clumps of earth, cyclones, and even a small ball of elemental energy. All the combinations of elements he had seen at the source flashed at the tip of his finger.

He dispersed the last element in his hand and let out a long sigh. Lifting up my head, what entered my eyes was the little fellow who has already finished eating the Desolate Fruit and was currently rolling about on the beast skin in boredom, playing with the fruit core in my hand. " Moreover, there was still this little thing here! "The corners of his mouth curled up into a gentle smile as he waved his hand. With a flash of grey, the little guy was already sitting on his right palm, staring at him.

Lang Yan gently stroked its furry little head with his left hand. The little thing narrowed its eyes and revealed a comfortable, human-like expression. The smile on Lang Yan's face became even wider. He scratched a small tuft of fur on Lang Yan's forehead and softly said, "You will eventually grow up. You can't keep calling you little rascal, can you?" How about I give you a name? "

The little guy opened his eyes and looked at him with twinkling eyes." Hehe, good! "Since we've become sworn brothers, you should take my surname 'Lang' for granted. As for your name …" He paused for a moment, then thought of Abba's last words, and said with a slightly gloomy look in his eyes, "I'm Big Wolf, and you also have a second brother or second sister. If you can do three, then call me Third Wolf!

When the little guy saw that he was not in a good mood, it jumped on his shoulder and kept scratching his messy hair with its two small hands as if to comfort him. Lang Yan chuckled and said: "I'm fine!"

As he thought of this, he slapped his storage pouch and took out the small stone strip that came out with the little guy and handed it to it: "What is this?" The little guy took the three inch long stone strip and held it in his hand, and sniffed it with his nose. With a squeak, the small stone strip trembled, and actually grew thicker without any reason, becoming a short rod about three feet long.

Lang Yan's eyes widened as he dumbfoundedly received the stone stave in the little guy's hand. Without any preparation, his hand felt heavy and he almost flung it out. Surprised, he weighed it in his hand; it weighed at least forty to fifty pounds.

He looked at the short stick and saw that its surface was covered with random lines. At first glance, it looked similar to the natural patterns on the stone embryo. He tried injecting a trace of elemental energy into the stone club but nothing happened. He fiddled with it for a while and was unable to see anything out of the ordinary.

He handed the stone stick back to the little guy and said with a smile, "Good fellow, this thing is not simple; it was yours to begin with. Now, I'll return it to you. You'll have to put in more effort in the future!"

The little guy took the stone club in one hand and raised it in the other, making Lang Yan burst out in laughter. In the midst of the laughter, the little guy pulled the stick up, shook his right arm, and the stone stick magically retreated from the two sides of his hand. In the blink of an eye, it disappeared into his small clenched fist.

Lang Yan was left flabbergasted for a long while before he asked, "Where's the stick?" The little guy patted its own fluffy little chest, and said doubtfully, "In your body?" The little guy rolled on his shoulder, continuously nodding its head.

Lang Yan praised. To think that there was such a magical weapon accompanying her in her womb. This little thing must have some background.

He patted the leather pouch on his waist, took out a Desolate Fruit, and handed it to the little guy.

Lang Yan stood up, slowly walked around the cave, and put all the items on the ground into his storage bag.

Arriving outside the cave, the deadly astral wind that used to be able to cut his flesh and cut it into pieces before he fell down was now only able to leave a red mark on his body, but couldn't even break his flesh.

Lang Yan looked towards the direction of the desolate lake, and what he saw was only the hazy fog of the astral winds. He looked around, and he could see reluctance, sadness, and nostalgia on his face, as well as the memories he and Abba had left behind for the past twelve years …

After a long while, he turned around resolutely and walked into the cave. He did not look back at all.

The astral wind was still as fierce as it was when he first stepped out of the cave. It whistled as if it was bidding farewell to this last old friend of his …