160: Chapter 160: The Era of Great Intrigue in the Divine Realm Arrives

Lin Yuan pushed open the villa's main door and locked it behind him.

He quickly walked over to the futon and sat down cross-legged.

The Divine Power inside his body had already gone out of control, and dark-gold divine fire broke through the shackles of his skin, burning wildly on the surface of his body.

Lin Yuan closed his eyes and used his Mental Energy to look inside.

The internal cycle of Laws of his Fifth-Turn Demigod Realm was running on overload.

The Divine Power rampaged through his Meridians.

The center of the divine fire spun, greedily devouring this massive surge of energy.

The phantom of the sixth divine ring was already looming on the periphery of the divine fire.

He was about to make another Breakthrough.

Lin Yuan knew the source of this power very well.

Under the state of time acceleration, the Wasteland Divine Domain must have started an unprecedented massacre once again.

The death, reproduction, and evolution of his vassals were providing him, the Creator, with a massive amount of Origin feedback at a terrifying efficiency.

As long as he let go of his mind, he would be able to step into the Sixth-Turn Demigod Realm in half an hour at most.

Lin Yuan opened his eyes, his gaze calm.

He mobilized all of his Mental Energy, turning it into an invisible shackle that clamped down on the embryonic form of the divine fire.

He forcibly cut off the divine fire's absorption of energy.

The phantom of the sixth divine ring trembled, then slowly dissipated under the pressure of his Mental Energy.

Breaking through too quickly was not necessarily a good thing.

In the Demigod stage, condensing a Godhead at the Seventh Turn was a massive watershed.

Countless brilliant Prodigies had been stuck at this hurdle for years or even decades.

His current foundation was indeed profound, but to ensure that his charge into the Seventh Turn would be foolproof and happen naturally...

...he had to compress the purity of his Divine Power to the limit during the Fifth and Sixth-Turn stages.

Lin Yuan formed hand seals, and the Law force field unique to the Fifth Turn expanded within his body.

Using the internal cycle of Laws, he washed and squeezed the Divine Power within his body over and over again.

The Divine Power, which was originally in a gaseous state, gradually liquefied under extreme compression.

Drops of Divine Power dripped into the depths of his Dantian.

...

Inside the Divine Domain, the river of time surged.

In just a brief moment in reality, a full fifty years had passed inside the Divine Domain.

The all-out war between the Insect Race and the sea and sky races had lasted for half a century.

At the edge of the New Continent, the confluence of the Nether River.

This place had completely turned into purgatory.

The dark purple earth was soaked with blood, turning a blackish-red.

In the sky, millions of [Mad Sickle Shadow Blade Beetle]s flapped their wings and dived.

The Void Realm patterns on their backs lit up as they prepared to cut into the enemy lines.

Charging head-on was an equal number of [Mutated Magic Vulture]s.

After the battle broke out, the scene was bizarre.

A [Blade Insect] slipped into the shadows, attempting a sneak attack from behind.

The [Mutated Magic Vulture] opposite it also flapped its wings and merged into the Void Realm.

Two black shadows collided in the spatial gaps, sparks flying in all directions.

The [Blade Insect] brandished its bone sickles, while the [Mutated Magic Vulture] extended its dark-gold claws.

They crossed paths.

The [Mutated Magic Vulture]'s abdomen was sliced open, and the [Blade Insect]'s head was crushed.

As the [Blade Insect] died, the Void Realm gland inside its body detonated, and a ripple of [Void Oscillation] spread out.

The [Mutated Magic Vulture] fell, heavily injured.

It opened its beak in mid-air, forcibly activating a skill belonging to the [Psionic Plasma Bug].

A deep blue plasma ball crashed into the insect swarm below, blowing over dozens of [Heavy Armor Beetle]s.

Soon after, the [Mutated Magic Vulture] took its last breath.

Its corpse also exploded, and an equally powerful ripple of [Void Oscillation] swept outward.

Across the entire battlefield, energy lights of various colors intertwined.

Plasma balls flew all over the sky, venom sprayed everywhere, high-pressure water blades sliced through the air, and Void Realm cracks appeared one after another.

If one didn't look at their appearances, it was impossible to tell who belonged to the Insect Race and who were sea and sky creatures.

Fifty years of high-intensity slaughter.

Relying on their abnormal "imitation" instinct, the sea and sky races had thoroughly copied the Insect Race down to their very underwear.

The self-detonating venom of the [Corrosive Poison Burst Beast]? The mutated bats had learned it.

They grew poison sacs in their bodies, and if they couldn't win, they would rush into the insect swarm and self-detonate.

The crystallization of the [Nether-Uranium Heavy Armor Beetle]? The [Liquid Metal Crab]s had learned it.

They covered their surfaces with liquid metal, simulating the armor of the [Heavy Armor Beetle]s.

Even the trait of the Insect Race triggering a [Void Oscillation] upon death was perfectly replicated by the sea and sky races.

On the current battlefield, if an insect died, it exploded; if a bird died, it also exploded.

The spatial barriers were blown full of holes.

The only dignity the Insect Race retained was [Pain Link].

This kind of Soul skill, which involved the integration of tens of millions of racial wills, was something the sea and sky races could never replicate.

No matter how united they were, they could not completely bind the Souls of tens of millions of individuals.

This became the only trump card that allowed the Insect Race to hold out in this war of attrition.

Below the battlefield.

Piles of severed limbs and broken arms piled up like mountains.

Dark green insect blood, scarlet bird blood, and light blue fish blood mixed together, seeping into the soil below.

On the wasteland, the red sub-trees, only three meters tall, entered a frenzied growth period.

Flesh, blood, and Souls became the highest-grade fertilizer.

The root systems of the sub-trees spread underground, sucking the debris of war.

Now, the average height of the sub-trees on the New Continent had already broken through six meters.

The thick trunks were covered with Law patterns.

The Spiritual Qi they emitted was extremely dense, even on the New Continent.

In some valleys where corpses were most densely piled, the [dark abyss spiritual energy] even condensed into a thick, grayish-black mist.

Creatures fought in the mist; their wounds healed extremely quickly, and the frequency of genetic mutations in their bodies increased significantly.

The Central Basin.

On the main trunk of the [Liquid Metal Blood-Devouring Demon Tree], that huge liquid metal human face became clearly visible.

It was stuffed.

Fifty years of non-stop war, with tens of millions of creatures dying in battle.

The energy absorbed by the sub-trees ultimately gathered in the core of the [Demon Tree].

The [Demon Tree]'s roots stretched into the Void Realm.

The pure flesh and blood Origin provided inside the Divine Domain was enough for it to complete round after round of growth.

The gap between the human face's lips opened slightly, letting out a silent burp.

The outline of its tightly closed eyes turned in the direction of the New Continent.

Its newly born intelligence was filled with a desire for slaughter.

It wanted to control the sub-trees to grab all those insects flying in the sky, swimming in the water, and crawling on the ground, and swallow them in one bite.

That way, it could grow taller and become stronger.

But deep within its core, an inviolable command firmly suppressed its instinct.

"Just watch."

The [Demon Tree]'s human face contorted slightly, looking somewhat aggrieved.

It withdrew its gaze and continued to honestly act as an onlooker, silently digesting the massive energy in its body.

War was the best catalyst.

Over the fifty years, the number of creatures in the Divine Domain experienced a cliff-like plunge.

The eighty million Insect Race army was sharply reduced to twenty-five million.

The [Mutated Magic Vulture]s and bats occupying the sky dropped from fifty million to eighteen million.

The [Bone Fish] and [Liquid Metal Crab]s of the Nether River and the deep sea also suffered casualties exceeding two-thirds.

The quantity was decreasing, but the quality experienced a massive leap.

The weak did not even have the qualification to become cannon fodder; they had long since turned into nutrients for the sub-trees.

Those who survived were all elites who had crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Early Gold Tier became the lowest threshold of this Divine Domain.

Pulling out even the most ordinary [Worker Insect], its aura was stably at the Gold stage.

As for those leader-class creatures that had experienced countless life-and-death battles and replicated countless skills, they touched the limits of their ranks one after another.

In the deepest part of the underground insect hives.

A [Dominator Bug] over ten meters long and covered in a crystal shell emerged from its cocoon.

Along with its birth, a powerful [Diamond Tier] pressure swept through the underground.

This was already the three-hundredth [Diamond Tier] [Dominator] born to the Insect Race in fifty years.

At the same time.

High in the sky above the New Continent.

A [Mutated Magic Vulture] commander, with a body large enough to blot out the sun, gathered thunderclouds.

Its wings not only fused the characteristics of Void Realm shadow lurking, but also carried the Law of Thunder.

The aura of the [Diamond Tier] surged in the sky.

In the depths of the Nether River, a hundred-meter-long mutated [Bone Fish] smashed through an underwater mountain range.

The deep blue light of [Extremely Heavy Water] flowed on its bone spurs, and it had likewise stepped into the [Diamond Tier].

[Diamond Tier], a Domain that once only the [Violent Demon Clan] and [Fire Spirit] race could touch.

Now, they were springing up like bamboo shoots after rain among the Insect Race and the sea and sky races.

The overall strength of the Divine Domain had achieved a qualitative leap.

However, this storm of advancement delivered a fierce slap...

...right to the face of the former overlord, the [Violent Demon Clan].

At the edge of the Central Basin.

A [Platinum] [Peak] [Shadow Abyssal Demon] named [Gu Er] was lying spread-eagle on a huge rock.

He was picking shreds of meat from his teeth out of sheer boredom, staring blankly at the gray sky.

A hundred years ago, [Gu Er] was one of the most glorious [Tyrant Demon]s in this area.

Relying on his martial force, he had forcibly subdued a hundred thousand [Oscillating Liquid Metal Crab]s as his lackeys.

He didn't have to do anything every day; lying on the rock, there was a steady stream of metal embryos being sent into his mouth.

Those days were incredibly comfortable.

But now, the good days were over.

His hundred thousand crab lackeys had suddenly rebelled en masse decades ago.

Not only did they stop offering him metal [Materials], but they also teamed up before leaving...

...and used water blades to slice [Gu Er]'s Void Realm wings into shreds.

[Gu Er] was instantly enraged back then.

How could he, a dignified [Tyrant Demon], take such an insult?

After healing his wounds, he gathered dozens of nearby "loitering" [Tyrant Demon]s who had also lost their pets.

And they marched grandly toward the Nether River basin, prepared to teach those ignorant crabs a lesson.

As a result, the moment they stepped into the territory of the Nether River...

...an underwater killing formation composed of hundreds of thousands of mutated [Bone Fish] and [Liquid Metal Crab]s was directly activated.

High-pressure water blades, [Soul Infrasound], venom bombs, and dark-gold heavy spears...

...rained down upon them.

Before [Gu Er] and his brothers could even see the enemy's faces clearly, they were beaten black and blue, their bones shattered.

In the end, [Gu Er] and the dozens of [Tyrant Demon]s were pinched by the claws of several giant [Liquid Metal Crab]s...

...and thrown far back into the Central Basin like garbage.

It was an absolute humiliation.

Lying on the huge rock, [Gu Er] tossed and turned irritably as he recalled that day's experience.

Didn't he want revenge? He did.

But he couldn't win.

Those former pets outside were now not only united like a single sheet of iron...

...but the territorial leaders that popped up from time to time even possessed a [Diamond Tier] aura.

[Gu Er] was only a [Platinum] [Peak].

"Why don't you Cultivate?" This was the question all the newly ascended [Tyrant Demon]s asked these peripheral loiterers.

[Gu Er] grinned, revealing a miserable smile that looked worse than crying.

Cultivate? How?

He turned his head to look at the center of the basin.

There, blood energy soared to the sky, and the divine tree stood tall; it was the Holy Land of the [Violent Demon Clan].

[Gu Er] had once been a [Tyrant Demon] with dreams too.

When he was at the early stage of Platinum, he fought his way through the periphery, attempting to charge into the core circle of the [Blood Abyss Sea].

Then, he encountered a basin [Tyrant Demon] of the same rank.

It was a one-sided slaughter with absolutely no suspense.

[Gu Er]'s [Shadow Lurker] sudden attack couldn't even break through the opponent's defense when it hit them.

Because the opponent not only had the extreme speed of [Shadow Lurker], but also the heavy armor of a [Titan].

Dual-sequence.

The [Tyrant Demon]s in the core circle of the basin were all fucking Dual-sequence.

Their parents practiced both [Titan] and [Shadow Lurker] paths, and the offspring they gave birth to naturally inherited the foundation of both Laws.

Meanwhile, [Gu Er] was just a Single-sequence [Shadow Abyssal Demon].

He refused to believe in fate.

He retreated to the periphery, Cultivated like crazy, and fought his way up to [Platinum] [Peak].

Once again, he charged toward the core circle.

This time, he met a high-stage Platinum Dual-sequence [Tyrant Demon].

The result was the same.

He was ground into the dirt by an opponent a minor Realm lower than himself, had all his bones broken, and was thrown out.

Bloodline suppression, Law crushing.

[Gu Er]'s [Dao Heart] was completely shattered.

He realized a cruel fact: a Single-sequence [Tyrant Demon] could never defeat a Dual-sequence monster in their entire life.

Unless he could comprehend the [Titan] Law as an [Acquired] trait and complete Dual-sequence cultivation.

But this was harder than ascending to heaven.

So, [Gu Er] gave up.

He became a peripheral loiterer, together with other Single-sequence [Tyrant Demon]s.

Catching pets, eating, and waiting to die.

Anyway, the [Violent Demon Clan] had a long lifespan, and there was no life-threatening danger in lying flat on the periphery of the basin.

But now, the qualification to lie flat had been stripped away.

"Roar—!"

A miserable shriek echoed from afar.

[Gu Er] sat up.

He saw several high-stage Platinum [Tyrant Demon]s ganging up on a [Platinum] [Peak] clansman.

That [Peak] [Tyrant Demon]'s arm was torn off, and dark-gold blood gushed out.

The rules of the periphery had changed.

Pets rebelled, and the sea and sky races rose.

The outside world had become dangerous.

The Insect Race, [Demon Vulture]s, and [Bone Fish] were all evolving frantically.

[Diamond Tier] monsters walked everywhere.

The overall strength of the peripheral [Tyrant Demon]s was definitely much stronger than those things.

But the humiliation of being stepped on by their former prey made all the peripheral [Tyrant Demon]s feel an unprecedented sense of crisis.

Their status as overlords was facing a substantive challenge.

The Dual-sequence big shots in the basin circle couldn't care less, but the peripheral Single-sequence [Tyrant Demon]s had their defenses completely broken.

Going out to find pets would result in a severe beating.

Staying on the periphery and slacking off would lead to being eliminated by their increasingly stronger clansmen.

There was no way back.

[Gu Er] stood up and clenched his fists.

He saw those few victorious [Tyrant Demon]s dragging the loser's corpse toward the armory.

They wanted to digest their clansman's flesh and blood to forcibly increase their strength.

Involution.

A tragic involution broke out on the periphery of the [Violent Demon Clan].

[Gu Er] roared, and the Void Realm patterns on his body lit up.

He no longer looked at the sky, nor did he think about those comfortable days.

Leaping forward, he joined the melee ahead.

The Laws of the [Wasteland Divine Domain] never sustained useless trash.

You either evolve in the slaughter or become someone else's nutrients in comfort.

Even the [Violent Demon Clan], whom the Creator favored the most...

...must risk their lives to carve out a path of survival in this evolutionary frenzy.