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The void was like a thin sheet of paper, sliced open by the Dragon Slaying Stage. Yu Yuan, his vitality boiling within him, stood atop the stage in his Solar Spirit Body. Pausing, he first glanced at the vibrant, massive piece of flesh that had long since departed.

The terrifying flesh of the Star River sensed his presence, reacting with even more violent and twisted movements. Yu Yuan, with no other choice, subdued his aura.

The flesh that could obscure the heavens and relentlessly consume the Wasteland's Star River severed its sensory link with him and instinctively drifted away. Wherever this flesh passed through the Astral Domain, all life was extinguished, leaving no trace of bone or being.

It seemed the Wasteland's fate might ultimately mirror that of the Abyss.

"I hope there's still time," Yu Yuan murmured, a note of wistfulness in his voice. He then shifted his gaze from the retreating flesh to the shattered world below.

Beneath him lay a world formed from five irregular land fragments, devoid of divine force, barren of mountains, rivers, grass, and trees, and lacking any lakes or streams. In some corners, various-sized skeletons lay scattered, exuding a faint breath of ruin.

Chen Qinghuang stood on one of the land fragments, gazing up at him, her bright eyes clouded with confusion. Before the empress stood a statue of a deity with a large head, slender limbs, a single eye, and eight arms.

"You've arrived just in time," Bertain greeted him with a warm chuckle from below, unsurprised by his appearance.

"The Dragon Slaying Stage should have a substantial reserve of energy. Let's use it to ignite the Coal of Annihilation."

The big devil knew well that Yu Yuan might struggle to locate Chen Qinghuang's position, but the enigmatic Soul Altar could firmly lock onto her. It was no surprise, then, that Yu Yuan had managed to find her.

"Yes, that's precisely why I'm here," Yu Yuan confirmed.

As the Dragon Slaying Stage gently descended, a radiant divine light spilled forth, releasing the pure spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

Loong Jie, Green Willow, and Ballo peered through the translucent stage with curiosity at Chen Qinghuang and the peculiar statue below. Loong Jie, still atop the stage, energetically waved to Bertain, signaling his presence.

Before Yu Yuan could fully decipher the Secrets of Life and gain control over that piece of flesh, they were bound to the Dragon Slaying Stage.

Green Willow and Ballo offered a slight bow in respect.

"I knew you guys would be alright."

The big devil quipped with a mischievous grin, "As for the fate of those creatures in the Wasteland, it's none of my concern. I'm just glad you're alive."

His attitude towards the Beast Gods of the Wasteland, including the Dark Phoenix and the White Tiger, had always been one of cold indifference.

Hiss!

As divine force cascaded down, flames of destruction blazed in every nook of the shattered realm.

Yu Yuan took a moment to observe and noticed that these flames originated from charred bones.

The bones, blackened and resembling burnt charcoal, emitted a thick breath of ruin.

The more ferociously the flames of destruction burned, the blacker the bones appeared, and the stronger the concealed power of destruction grew.

The Lord of Ruin, whom Yuan Le had previously vanquished, had met a thorough end here, likely reduced to dust and fragments.

These shattered bones lay strewn across the landscape.

Like wicks in a lamp, they burned with the energy of the Star River as fuel, growing darker and deeper in hue the longer they burned.

Eventually, at a certain point, they would become true Coals of Annihilation, ready to construct the still-incomplete God of Destruction.

"The Primal Blood of the Wasteland and Yuan Le may have also harbored hopes of one day shaping the God of Destruction and establishing a connection," Yu Yuan mused from his vantage point. "Perhaps they were waiting for the Primal Blood of the Wasteland to successfully overpower its counterpart from the Origin Realm, bolstering their confidence and resolve."

"Sadly, neither it nor Yuan Le lived to see that day."

Crackle!

The abundant spiritual energy at the Dragon Slaying Stage accelerated the formation of the Coal of Annihilation, swiftly creating new pieces that could be immediately utilized.

Chen Qinghuang, who had been present for quite some time, remarked with intrigue, "The spiritual energy here at the Dragon Slaying Stage burns more readily than the psionic power of the Wasteland's Star River, and it forms the Coal of Annihilation much faster."

Yu Yuan chuckled and remarked, "The more, the merrier, of course!"

"Mm."

Chen Qinghuang gave a slight nod and continued, "In fact, the skeleton of the Behemoth of Ruin that I once vanquished was excellent material for creating Coal of Annihilation. But the creature's death was so complete that, after all these years, its bones have been scattered to unknown places."

Her presence subtly shifted.

The pervasive death aura retreated into hiding as she gently closed her eyes.

Moments later, a force capable of obliterating everything in the cosmos and shattering the starry heavens surged forth from within her.

The dark, desiccated bones of a former Lord of Ruin, drawn by her power, began to drift toward her.

She set aside the bones that hadn't burned sufficiently and were not yet usable, allowing the flames to continue their work.

The usable ones, now turned into Coal of Annihilation, were fashioned into the toes and a section of the leg for the statue.

Within the depths of the statue's solitary eye, the flame of destruction blazed fiercely, fueled by the spiritual energy of the Dragon Slaying Stage.

This statue, standing a mere seventy to eighty feet tall, had a massive head that emitted waves of destruction, rippling through the void and threatening to form a bizarre energy vortex.

"The Fountain!"

Bertain chuckled darkly, instantly grasping the concept. "The pulsations from this statue's head will give rise to another fountain. But this won't be a Spring of Death, nor will it lead to the Underworld."

Yu Yuan and Chen Qinghuang needed no further explanation; they realized that this new fountain created by the statue should be named the Fountain of Destruction.

This Fountain of Destruction would connect to one of the thirty-six worlds overseen by the God of Destruction.

The name of that particular world, however, remained a mystery to all.

"If I can establish a connection with the God of Destruction, I'll draw him here. Together, we might have a chance to defeat him here in the Wasteland," Chen Qinghuang confided to Yu Yuan, as they were no strangers to each other. While constructing the statue, she softly added, "The instant I beheld this statue, I knew I would invite you to assist me before it fully materialized."

She had always intended to harness Yu Yuan's power, ensuring his presence at the pivotal moment.

Yu Yuan's strength was unquestionable, and she had faith that he would be eager to assist her.

"No matter who is on the other end, I've got your back."

Yu Yuan smiled reassuringly and vowed, "Should that Death God dare to make her presence felt in the Wasteland and threaten you, I will not hesitate to eliminate her."

Having briefly connected through the spring, Yu Yuan was confident that his ten-tiered Soul Altar, along with his Solar Spirit and the Undead Sovereign form, would stand as unparalleled entities across the thirty-six other worlds!

His refined Evil Temple alone was enough to trouble the Death God, Kurkova.

And his real body? That was another matter entirely.

The Death God and the God of Destruction, as well as the enigmatic practitioner of space magic, were akin to him as Spiritweavers. In a one-on-one battle, they might not stand a chance against him.

"Understood."

Chen Qinghuang nodded in approval.

She then returned to her meticulous task, contemplating the future construction of the statue's other leg in a symmetrical fashion once more Coal of Annihilation was available.

"What's the situation on your end?"

As Chen Qinghuang continued to gather Coal of Annihilation for the statue, Bertain couldn't contain his curiosity.

Yu Yuan was aware of his every move, yet his own circumstances remained a mystery.

"The Peak of Creation and the Wellspring of Creation have both been relocated to the Stellar Phoenix domain."

At the mention of the Stellar Phoenix, the Secular Bird Queen, engrossed in her sculpting, momentarily hesitated.

Anything concerning the Dark Phoenix commanded her undivided attention.

"The Stellar Phoenix?" Bertain echoed, perplexed. "What brings you to that region?"

Yu Yuan succinctly recounted Zhiya's exploits in the Origin Realm, her feeding of the Primal Blood to the formidable beast, and her incursion into the Frostlands with the intent to refine the Primal Blood.

Chen Qinghuang listened with keen interest.

"Her ambition knows no bounds."

Bertain let out a derisive snort. Noticing the Secular Bird Queen's frosty demeanor, he added with a smirk, "It's no wonder that even after ascending to a Supreme Being through the death force, you're still vying for the power of the God of Destruction. Your nemesis is indeed formidable! If she manages to refine the Primal Blood of the Wasteland, she might just be capable of piercing a hole through the heavens!"

"Tsk tsk, you'd better step up your game, or you won't even qualify for a fair fight with her."

The big devil was stirring the pot.

He was eager to see Dark Phoenix and Zhiya duke it out in the Wasteland.

Truth be told, he disliked both of them, considering them cancers of the Origin Realm. Their deaths, he believed, would be a boon for the realm.

"You don't need to remind me," Chen Qinghuang replied icily.

Yu Yuan gave her a sidelong glance, hesitated briefly, and chose not to discuss the Primal Beast.

The Primal Beast's aura was identical to Zhiya's and was rapidly growing, poised to soon become a genuine chaos Titan.

This chaos Titan was no small matter. Its mature power was beyond his ability to measure.

The Primal Beast's roar shattered the Frostlands' wall and even broke through the continent's surface, revealing the Primal Blood and extreme cold, thus exposing two mighty Primal Animas.

Once the Primal Beast reached maturity and truly emerged from the purple sea, a cleansing wave would sweep across all the strongholds of the three realms.

If Chen Qinghuang failed to break through her current power constraints quickly, she might indeed lack the qualifications to confront Zhiya once more.

"Lin Daoke has made a breakthrough as well."

Yu Yuan offhandedly brought up Lin Daoke, who had forged the primordial spirit sword into the sword spirit, the source of the sword, aligning it with the swordsmanship of all the Grand Sword Immortals in the world.

"Lin is certainly impressive."

Bertain paused, then nodded in agreement while asking, "Aren't you concerned about the situation in the Frostlands? The little spinosaurus, Ji, and the God-Kings of your Boulderdawn—aren't you worried they might fall victim to Han Miaoyuan?"

"Han Miaoyuan?"

Yu Yuan's face remained impassive as he shook his head, "The contest between him and me is far from easy. Zhiya's audacity in the Frostlands, her recklessness even after its destruction, is only because the struggle between my real body and him has left him too preoccupied to intervene further."

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