32: Chaotic Body Refinement, Battlefield Danger

The moment he stepped into the portal to the Myriad Worlds Battlefield, Lin Fan felt the spatial Laws around him shift violently, becoming even more frenzied and chaotic than when he had entered through the Ancient Road. Had it not been for the light of the token protecting him, combined with his recent insights into stabilizing space and his preliminary understanding of the spatial mysteries within the Nine Nether Reincarnation Art, he might have been instantly torn apart and lost his sense of direction.

The scene before him suddenly cleared, and a thick, inescapable scent of blood and tragic Evil Qi rushed at him, nearly making him gag.

The sky was an oppressive dark red, as if soaked in endless blood. There was no sun or moon, only several twisted, sinister halos emitting an ominous glow. The earth was parched and deep brown—the color left behind by dried blood. As far as the eye could see, there were ruins, shattered armor, and the skeletons of massive, unknown creatures stretching to the horizon. In some places, unextinguished energy flames remained, or distorted spatial cracks hissed and sizzled.

The atmosphere here was desolate, ancient, and deathly silent, yet it contained an extreme madness and a will to slaughter. The Origin Qi in the air was extremely thin and filled with violent factors, making it difficult to absorb directly; instead, one had to constantly circulate their Cultivation Technique to resist the erosion of the Evil Qi within it.

“This is the Myriad Worlds Battlefield?” Zi Linger frowned slightly. Even as the Yao Race princess, she was shocked by the purgatory-like scene before her. The resentment and Battle Intent left behind by countless experts before their deaths formed an invisible mental pressure.

Ethereal Moon appeared much calmer. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, as if sensing the Laws of life, death, and Reincarnation flowing through this world. “Too many powerful beings have fallen here. The boundaries between life and death are blurred, and the Power of Reincarnation is in disarray. It is an excellent place to Cultivate the Nine Nether Reincarnation Art, but it is also extremely dangerous.”

Lin Fan did not speak. He immediately sensed the strand of Innate Chaos Qi he had just obtained from the check-in. This strand of Qi was like a tiny grey wandering dragon, perched deep within his Dantian. Though it seemed weak, it radiated a supreme intent that embraced all things and evolved the heavens. It did not directly increase his cultivation, but acted like a primal 'furnace' and 'amplifier,' slowly rotating on its own. It began to draw in, harmonize, and temper the previously separate energies in his body: the blood vitality of the Eternal Indestructible Body, the Star Sword Intent, the Power of Reincarnation, the Soul Power of the Star God Soul Condensation Art, and even the recently acquired war soul blessing mark!

Although the process was extremely slow, Lin Fan could clearly feel his power becoming purer and more condensed. The barriers between different elemental powers were diminishing, showing a faint trend of mastery and Fusion! Even his comprehension of the Other-Transformation Freedom Magic became clearer due to the presence of this strand of Chaos Qi!

“As expected of Innate Chaos Qi!” Lin Fan was pleasantly surprised. The value of this strand of Qi was immeasurable; it laid an unsurpassed Foundation for his future path to the highest Realm!

He attempted to guide a sliver of Chaos Qi into his right fist. Instantly, the light flickering on his fist was no longer pure gold or starlight, but had turned into a hazy, chaotic color, as if it contained a tiny, newly opened world. His sense of power surged! He had a feeling that if he struck with full force, its power could easily kill an ordinary Late Stage Purple Mansion Realm Cultivator!

“Let's find a place first to adapt to the environment and refine this strand of Chaos Qi,” Lin Fan said deeply. The Myriad Worlds Battlefield was vast and filled with hidden dangers; wandering blindly was no different from suicide.

The three of them cautiously chose a relatively intact natural arch formed by the ribs of some giant beast as a temporary resting point. Ethereal Moon set up a Reincarnation barrier at the cave entrance to hide their presence, while Zi Linger scattered some warning demon incense powder around the perimeter.

Lin Fan sat cross-legged, fully guiding that strand of Innate Chaos Qi to circulate through his body. Wherever the Chaos Qi passed, his Meridians, bones, internal organs, and even his Divine Soul seemed to receive the most primal nourishment and tempering, becoming tougher and more translucent. His Physical Body, already incredibly strong due to the Eternal Indestructible Body, was now slowly advancing toward a higher level of being impervious to all techniques and returning to Chaos.

At the same time, he diverted a portion of his mind to sense the general locations of other prodigies like Su Zhiqing and Mo Yuan through the token. The connection between tokens had become extremely weak and intermittent here, clearly suppressed by the unique rules of the battlefield. However, he could vaguely feel many points of light moving toward the core area of the battlefield.

Several hours later, Lin Fan had initially stabilized the Chaos Qi and integrated it with himself. He opened his eyes, and within his pupils, scenes of Chaos opening and stars being born and destroyed flashed by. His aura had become deeper and more restrained.

“Let’s go. It’s time to meet the ‘masters’ of this battlefield.” Lin Fan stood up and cast his gaze toward the depths of the battlefield, where the Evil Qi was thickest and heart-palpitating energy fluctuations vaguely emanated.

The three left their temporary base and began pushing toward the core area of the battlefield. What they saw along the way was shocking. They saw more than one site of a recent battle, with shattered pieces of Magic Treasures, strange blood that had not yet dried, and even the corpse of a Demon Race Prodigy whose blood vitality and soul had been sucked dry, leaving only a shriveled husk!

“This is the work of the Shadow Hall!” Ethereal Moon examined the corpse, her tone certain. “They are hunting lone prodigies to collect ‘nourishment.’”

Lin Fan’s eyes were cold, filled with killing intent. These rats hiding in the dark were acting more and more brazenly.

The closer they got to the core area, the higher the frequency of encountering other prodigies. Sometimes they would exchange a distant glance and warily avoid each other; other times, conflict was inevitable.

While fighting for a “Blood Soul Demon Lotus” growing in a pile of skeletons, Lin Fan’s trio encountered a small team of five Demon Race prodigies. These five demons were not weak; their leader was a Demon Prince at the Mid-stage Purple Mansion Realm, wielding a massive axe burning with black demonic flames. He was arrogant and overbearing, directly attacking to seize the prize.

This time, Lin Fan did not let Zi Linger and Ethereal Moon intervene much. He wanted to personally test how far his strength had reached after initially fusing with the Chaos Qi.

He took the initiative to meet the Demon Prince. Facing the mountain-splitting demonic flame axe, he didn't dodge. He simply threw a punch! Chaos light flowed over his fist, making it look not like a fist, but a miniature Chaos collapsing downward!

“Boom! Crack!” Fist and axe collided! The high-quality demonic flame axe, upon contact with the Chaos punch force, actually twisted and shattered like clay! The terrifying force of the punch traveled through the axe and slammed directly into the Demon Prince’s body!

The cruel grin on the Demon Prince’s face instantly froze, turning into extreme terror. He felt his demonic yuan, blood vitality, and even his soul being crushed and assimilated by that chaotic power under this single punch! He couldn't even let out a scream before his entire demonic body collapsed like a sand sculpture, turning into the purest energy particles and dissipating into the air!

One punch to insta-kill a Mid-stage Purple Mansion Realm Demon Prince! The remaining four Demon Race prodigies had their Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering as they turned and fled. Lin Fan did not pursue them; he stood in place, carefully savoring the mystery of that punch. The Chaos Qi not only greatly amplified his strength but also carried a terrifying characteristic of “returning to the source.” Against opponents with relatively singular energy attributes, it was simply an invincible nemesis!

Zi Linger and Ethereal Moon looked at Lin Fan, their beautiful eyes filled with shock. They could feel that Lin Fan’s strength had taken another qualitative leap compared to when they were in the White Bone Wasteland!

After this battle, Lin Fan’s fierce reputation as the “Chaos Punch Demon” began to spread within a small circle of foreign race prodigies in this region.

As they continued deeper, the resistance they encountered grew stronger. Besides sneak attacks from dark forces and competition from foreign prodigies, the battlefield itself was full of danger. There were “Soul-Devouring Sandworms” that suddenly burst from the ground and could swallow Purple Mansion Realm Cultivators; there was the “Bone-Eroding Yin Wind” that filled the canyons and could corrode Magic Treasures and physical bodies; and there were even some residual ancient killing arrays that, when triggered, erupted with world-destroying power.

The three of them worked together: Lin Fan led the attack, his Chaos punch force being invincible; Zi Linger provided support with her unpredictable Demonic Techniques; and Ethereal Moon assisted with Reincarnation secret methods for crowd control and healing. Their cooperation became increasingly seamless as they hacked through all obstacles.

Several days later, they finally reached the edge of a relatively open basin. In the center of the basin stood a dilapidated yet still majestic and ancient stone hall. Around the stone hall, twenty to thirty figures had already gathered!

Top prodigies like Su Zhiqing, Mo Yuan, the Buddha Son of the Lesser Leiyin Temple, the Elf Race Woman, and the Giant Clan Warrior were all present! They still maintained their distance from one another, but their gazes were fixed solemnly on the stone hall, as if waiting for something.

Upon the massive, cracked stone doors of the hall, a blurry humanoid silhouette condensed from shadows was slowly emerging. Its cold, mocking, and malicious gaze swept across all the prodigies at the edge of the basin.

A raspy and oppressive voice, like a demonic sound piercing the ears, echoed in everyone's hearts: “Welcome to your burial ground. I, Shadow Nightmare, have been waiting here for a long time.”