C2346 Give It Your All!

In the Wasteland, there were thirty-six wells.

Boom! Thunderous roars echoed!

Yu Yuan, wielding the Wellspring of Creation and commanding the Peak of Creation, was in the midst of breaking a seal when he suddenly felt an electrifying power surge into his eerie black eyes.

"He has arrived!"

The Peak of Creation, gleaming like platinum, was filled with the anxious cries of the four Primal Animas.

The once towering Peak of Creation broke free from Yu Yuan's grasp, distancing itself from the surge of abnormal energy ahead.

The visages of the four Primal Animas materialized on the polished mountain, gazing at the All Spirits Ban with terror.

The Light Spirit took the form of a sacred maiden, Mother Earth resembled a dignified and elegant noblewoman, the Thunder Spirit became a burly man with thick sideburns, and the plant spirit appeared as a gaunt old man.

Each of the four Primal Animas had chosen their own soulful visages, and now, perched upon the Peak of Creation, they seemed more anxious than ever.

The black eye, encircled by the All Spirits Ban, revealed a wraith-like soul shadow that cracked a slight smile.

This smile sent shivers down the spines of the Primal Animas, heightening their sense of foreboding.

The colossal Yu Yuan, clutching the Wellspring of Creation, immediately reached out to communicate with his main form.

Whoosh!

A corporeal body, nearly identical to Yu Yuan's, suddenly emerged within the eye.

The soul of Yu Yuan, transformed from a mosaic of blood and flesh, stared into the depths of the eye as if facing another version of himself. He exclaimed in astonishment, "You've devoured the Primal Blood from the Origin Realm?"

Yu Yuan could distinctly sense the entire power of the Primal Blood within this fleshly body from the Origin Realm.

The Prismatic Ice Crystals that hovered around the Genesisverse, once covered by the light waves of the All Spirits Ban and pulled into the darkness, had likely suffered a mishap.

"It's not just the Primal Blood; there's also the Extreme Cold that has allied with him."

As he spoke, the phantom within the eye descended into the flesh-and-blood form.

"With the Extreme Cold as my foundation and the Primal Blood as my organs and flesh, I have refined this body."

He said with a smile, his gaze drifting among the phantoms of the four Primal Animas, "We Primal Animas can possess bodies as well. I have begun to glimpse the path. Are you four willing to join me and wage war in the Otherworld?"

Whoosh! Whoosh!

As he spoke, a fiery orb symbolizing Blazing Fire and a dense sphere of darkness representing Dark Anima materialized on either side of him.

"They are my allies, key figures in the Primal Anima Alliance, soon to join me in the Otherworld."

Rip! Rip! Rip!

A succession of dazzling lightning bolts capable of shattering the void burst forth from the green-black pupil, instantly obliterating thirty-five springs.

In an instant, the network of passageways that the Space God had established in the Origin Realm was reduced to a single entry point.

"Space magic!"

The Light Spirit exclaimed in alarm.

On the pristine slopes of the Peak of Creation, the sacred phantom of a young lady proclaimed loudly, "Yu Yuan, he has slain the Space God and claimed his powers for himself!"

Yu Yuan's face darkened at once.

The demise of the Space God, Devitt, would significantly amplify his strength. He had suddenly eclipsed Zhong Chichen in the arcane arts, becoming the foremost authority across all major worlds!

Such power made him even more formidable and nearly impossible to defeat.

"Damn!"

The Thunder Spirit, now in the guise of a green-faced giant, also recognized the dire situation. "With mastery over space magic, he can move with ease through the Origin Realm, the Wasteland, and the many worlds of the Otherworld."

The gaunt figure of the Tree of Life spoke with a tinge of bitterness, "By severing the passageway to the Otherworld, he's cutting off our retreat! The exalted ones who've entered the Otherworld, along with your Solar Spirit, won't be able to return, and neither your real body nor this unique vessel can reach the Otherworld."

Yu Yuan's complexion grew even more troubled at these words.

"One last time, I ask you four, are you willing to follow me?"

The flesh-and-blood Primal Soul of the Abyss asked with a smile.

"No!"

It was Mother Earth who decisively refused first.

"Very well." He nodded, not insisting further, and added, "I'll attend to you later."

With that, his gaze settled on the final spring.

Whoosh!

The green-black eye, encasing him, the Blazing Fire, and the Dark Anima, and encircled by the All Spirits Ban, vanished into the last spring leading to the heavens.

After the green-black pupil vanished, the final spring connecting to the Otherworld burst open with a thunderous explosion. With that, he had destroyed every passage between the Origin Realm and the Wasteland.

He gathered all he could carry and embarked on his journey to the Otherworld. This time, he wasn't splitting his consciousness into two bodies; instead, he mustered the full extent of his primal power and essence.

The vibrant butterfly at last reached the Genesis Continent from the Ashlands. It fluttered above the smooth expanse of land, emitting a lament that the Space God, Devitt, could hear. Its wings beat, stirring waves of spatial ripples.

The butterfly's cries grew increasingly desolate, yet Devitt neither appeared nor replied. Thus, it realized that its captor, its keeper, had perished.

"Enough with the noise!"

Kurkova, clutching the piece of human skin left by Devitt, emerged from the vast underground cavern that was meant to house the Evil Temple.

Following her, the Great Demon God Bertain and the God of Oblivion, Harris, also stepped out from the now barren cave.

Gone were the All Spirits Ban, the endless darkness, the overwhelming Soul Power, and the turbulent power of the Abyss.

The Old Devil and the two gods from the Otherworld looked disheveled and defeated, overwhelmed by a profound sense of failure.

On nearby smaller lands, numerous powerful beings from the Abyss watched them, unsure of what to do.

The Old Devil, irritable and restless, paid no mind to these lesser creatures and had no desire to vent his frustration on them.

Suddenly, several colossal Voidfarers appeared, resembling titanic beasts of Sunsilver.

The leader of the Gods, Han Miaoyuan, along with his fellow cultivators who had ascended to the highest echelons, had traversed the Star River to arrive here.

Upon his arrival, Han Miaoyuan too was bewildered and muttered, "What has transpired here?"

He could not sense the Primal Soul, find the All Spirits Ban, or see any trace of the darkness.

"Bertain, could it be..." Zu Ann had a sudden realization, his face turning pale as he exclaimed, "Old Devil, don't tell me you've... you've slain him?"

Qin Luo, Van Heqing, and Yue Mu were left momentarily dumbfounded by Zu Ann's accusation.

They had mistakenly believed that Bertain had destroyed the mightiest Primal Anima, the architect of both the Gods and the Abyss Civilization, who had conquered the entire Origin Realm and was on the verge of claiming the Wasteland as well.

What would they do if he died?

He was the pillar of their faith in the eyes of these supreme beings, the beacon of hope that could guide them to the pinnacle of supremacy, and the source of the bloodline that could elevate the Gods to their zenith.

They couldn't fathom their future without him.

"I, too, desire to kill him. I want to sacrifice him to ascend to the pinnacle of the Otherworld."

With a stern face, Bertain regarded the silent, colorful butterfly that had been chastised by Kurkova. "It must be either the Everlands or the Wasteland," he said.

The seasoned demon knew he had staked everything on this move. He must have ventured to the other two All Spirits Bans.

As Bertain engaged with the butterfly, preparing for their journey, he covertly reached out to Yu Yuan.

Soon after, Yu Yuan, also present in the Origin Realm, connected with him through his real body, delivering startling news.

The Primal Soul had manifested in the Wasteland's numerous springs, severing all connections to the Otherworld and moving on to the Astral Domain.

"He's gone to the Astral Domain!" Bertain exclaimed.

"The Astral Domain!" Kurkova echoed, her face etched with horror. "What is he doing there?"

"My guess is he's gone there to slay the two rulers created by Devitt," Bertain inhaled deeply before continuing, "Originally, besides Devitt, his two rulers could also open the gateway to the extraterrestrial realm. By eliminating them, no other entity would be capable of constructing a spatial conduit."

"In that case, we can't return to that world, and even the two mightiest forms of Yu Yuan would struggle to reach it."

The old devil smacked his forehead, exclaiming, "He's incredibly cunning! By concentrating all his power into one, he's bound to stir up trouble in that world!"

The God of Oblivion, Harris, scoffed, "Our world is teeming with deities. Are we supposed to fear him?"

Bertain gave him a cold glance, "Do you honestly believe your world's gods can assuredly defeat him? And remember, there's also another coalition in your world, forged from the Primal Anima."

"It's highly probable that he'll take control of the alliance once he makes his appearance!"

Upon hearing this, Harris was momentarily taken aback and responded, "What about Zhong Chichen?"

"Zhong Chichen has only recently been endowed with space magic by Devitt and hasn't fully mastered it yet. He's not quite in the realm of a master."

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