C2182 He Visited

The Peak of Creation, encircled by a multitude of stars, was home to numerous formidable Beast Gods. Yu Yuan's emergence from the Dark Tower was marked by a thunderous roar that echoed with a provocative undertone.

Dense streams of vital energy seeped from the colossal stars adjacent to the mountain, attempting to gauge Yu Yuan's level of combat prowess.

At the Wellspring of Creation, Yu Yuan flashed a sly grin.

With a subtle shrug of his shoulders, he harnessed the boundless vital energy of the Astral Domain where the Peak of Creation stood, conjuring massive blood-red storms.

These storms whirled like Blood Wells, unleashing a fearsome twisting force that obliterated the Beast Gods' tentative powers.

The Beast Gods, now subdued and awestruck, watched as Yu Yuan nonchalantly crafted the blood storms, no longer daring to make any rash moves.

"Yo!"

A radiant star burst forth from a fissure at the summit of the Peak of Creation, suspending itself in the heavens.

Its brilliance, surpassing that of the sun, moon, and stars, emanated from the dazzling Star of Light, instantly amplifying the luminosity of the Star River exponentially.

Within the Star of Light resided the spiritual wisdom of the Light Spirit.

Yu Yuan looked up to see a youthful, vivacious girl materializing deep within the Star of Light.

She chuckled at him, "Yu Yuan, have you fled to the Wasteland too?"

This was the embodiment of the Light Spirit, exuding innocence and youthful naivety. She expressed her concern, "Has He obtained your real body? Oh, He must have grown stronger. I'm glad I escaped early, or I too would have perished."

The Light Spirit felt a sense of relief, "And I have you to thank for your assistance."

Boom!

The Peak of Creation trembled abruptly as a spiritual sense from deep within the mountain descended upon the Direbear, Sekou.

Sekou rose to his feet, his face, once the picture of simplicity and honesty, now etched with a frosty veneer. His icy gaze fixed on Yu Yuan as he approached and declared, "I never imagined we'd meet again in the Wasteland."

The Phoenix Ashes consumed the heart of the Peak of Creation, and the Earth Spirit, born of the Wasteland, was resurrected in the guise of Mother Earth.

Now an intermediate Primal Anima, it aspired to ascend to a higher echelon, having bestowed upon Sekou the might of a Sovereign.

It had regained its lost memories, recalling the world engulfed by darkness. Shattered by Yu Yuan, it fragmented into numerous lands, contributing to the construction of the illusory Abyss.

"I perished because of you. You are the sharpest blade in His grasp, and yet you dare to venture into the Wasteland?"

Massive stones broke away from the edge of the Peak of Creation, rocketing into the sky, colliding with the blood-red storm conjured by Yu Yuan's vital energy.

The storm, resembling a titanic blood-colored bubble, was pierced and burst instantaneously by the jagged rocks.

At the mountain's summit, sand and stones danced in the air, and an immense gravitational force formed in the void beside the Wellspring of Creation, causing the vast basin to plummet and be firmly grasped by the earth.

It approached with Sekou's form, each step resounding.

The entire Peak of Creation, the Beast God Temple, and the neighboring stars vibrated with its weighty footsteps. The earth tore asunder, only to mend itself in the blink of an eye.

The strength it exhibited left the Beast Gods of the Wasteland in awe, and the woman transformed from the black goat, adorned in a black dress, looked on with envy.

The black goat was well aware that since Sekou's ascension to the eleventh level, he had become the second most powerful Beast God after Yuan Le, unmatched by any other.

"Sekou is incredibly powerful!"

Many Beast Gods cheered, unaware that the spirit within Sekou was none other than Mother Earth.

"In that case, I too was shattered by him, only to sprout anew and flourish."

Leaves whispered in the wind as the colossal Uxthar Tree chimed in.

Upon its arrival in the Wasteland, the Uxthar Tree grew stronger, the Light Spirit broke through, and Mother Earth was reborn.

The three Primal Anima bore old grudges against Yu Yuan. Aside from the Light Spirit, who had largely forgiven him, the others still harbored bitterness, with Mother Earth's resentment being the most intense.

Despite Yu Yuan allowing the lands marked with earth's secrets to escape the Abyss, his failure to succeed meant no amends were made.

"I didn't flee to the Wasteland; I came here in search of..."

Yu Yuan ignored Mother Earth's evident malice, engaging only with the Light Spirit. Glancing at the ground below, he declared, "I seek the Primal Blood of this realm to understand the Secrets of Life it has discerned."

"You're as arrogant as ever."

The thunderous footsteps of Sekou, mixed with his disdainful snorts, caused the earth near the Wellspring of Creation to split open.

In an instant, the Wellspring of Creation found itself on a solitary rise of land, flanked by a deep chasm.

It seemed he could make the elevated land collapse, plummeting into the depths of the Peak of Creation.

Within the mountain, the cosmic order woven from his Primal Blood and that of the realm could better manipulate Yu Yuan and the enigmatic pool.

"I'm not here for you. Don't try to hog the limelight. I'd prefer if you kept quiet."

Yu Yuan's brow furrowed as he locked eyes with Sekou. "You haven't returned to your prime. You're still at an intermediate level. Maybe once you advance further, you'll have the power to challenge me."

With a scoff, Yu Yuan added, "Without my help, without my generosity, you wouldn't have awakened."

His face grew somber, but before he could speak, the ground trembled slightly.

He grunted, aware that the Primal Blood demanded his silence, and held his tongue.

"You're demanding the Secrets of Life that gave rise to me? Yu Yuan, are you aiming to dethrone me and rule over the Wasteland?"

Yuan Le's Blood Clone emerged from the towering Beast God Temple, his eyes threaded with blood, his demeanor both agitated and weary. "The Secular Bird Queen is ravaging the Star River of my Wasteland. The Dark Phoenix, Yu Zhu, and a woman named Yuan Lianyao are wreaking havoc in my realm!"

"All of them are closely connected to you!"

"They're disrupting the order I've established in the Wasteland. And here you are at the Peak of Creation, seeking the very essence of my life force? Yu Yuan, do you truly disregard me?"

The real body of Yuan Le, whose whereabouts were unknown, rebuked Yu Yuan through a Blood Clone, voicing his indignation.

"Yuan Lianyao?"

Yu Yuan paused, taken aback. He hadn't anticipated Yuan Lianyao's arrival in the Wasteland, especially in the company of the Dark Phoenix and Yu Zhu. This was indeed unexpected.

"I'm not here for you. Please, be quiet."

He smirked, unconcerned with Yuan Le's rage or Mother Earth, who had taken possession of Sekou. Instead, he communicated directly with the Primal Blood within the mountain.

"In the pool lies a peculiar mass of flesh and blood, a remnant of the Primal Blood from the true Abyss, filled with an immense amount of vital energy. Within that flesh and blood, the Life Seeds of extinct species from the Abyss are also hidden."

"I must unravel the profound meaning of life within this mass, to confront the Primal Soul that even you fear. So, I ask you to lend your strength and impart the Secrets of Life you've grasped to me."

"…"

Yu Yuan made his request known.

The Primal Blood within the Beast God Temple, born of the Wasteland and having unified it, was the one that had beckoned Yu Yuan here through the ice phoenix.

It had preemptively sensed the anomaly within this mass of flesh and blood.

After Yu Yuan shared the marvels of this mass with it, he could feel its excitement and its blatant coveting.

A presence of it lingered around Yu Yuan's Solar Spirit.

The Beast God Temple vibrated subtly, the hall under the Star of Light emanating a staggering pulse of flesh and blood.

Yuan Le's Blood Clone, Mother Earth, the Uxthar Tree, and the Light Spirit all fell silent due to its stirring.

The Beast Gods who loathed Yu Yuan were now quiet as mice, too afraid to make a sound.

It was Yuan Le's creator, the true sovereign of the Wasteland. It seldom showed itself, but when it did, it was nothing short of a divine miracle and supreme authority.

Yuan Le could never, would never dare to defy its will.

Whoosh!

A stream of spiritual sense descended from deep within the earth onto Yuan Le's Blood Clone, refining it effortlessly.

The fatigue of Yuan Le's Blood Clone vanished, and the blood in its eyes transformed into fine, blood-red lightning.

"Wellspring of Creation."

It muttered the name of the pond beneath Yu Yuan's feet indistinctly. Accompanied by Yuan Le's Blood Clone, it swiftly moved to the edge of the Wellspring of Creation and stood alongside Yu Yuan.

Bowing its head, it gazed upon the resplendent nine-layered wall that remained visible.

As it beheld the firelight scattering in every direction, the sun, moon, and stars would sporadically emerge, with Gold Mountain and the deep azure sea flickering into view like a fleeting mirage.

It scrutinized the scene with great care.

Its attention ultimately settled on the peculiar, multicolored mass of flesh and blood, disregarding the ceaseless emergence of cosmic order.

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