Luo Feng continued with his piecemeal comprehension method.

He would begin by comprehending fragmented materials such as a single scale, a section of sinew, a piece of flesh, or a drop of blood. From the profound secret patterns observed in these disparate elements, he would integrate them to form what he envisioned as the most perfect state.

He would then compare his integrated understanding with existing Primal Chaos Bloodlines.

The cave dwelling, constructed by the Lords, nourished his soul and flesh, accelerating Luo Feng’s thought processes to a thousand times the speed he experienced in the Dark Saint Realm.

Consuming certain rare treasures could further boost his thinking speed to ten thousand times.

With a ten-thousand-fold increase in thought speed and a significantly higher cultivation realm, even meticulous comprehension allowed him to thoroughly understand a hundred types of low-grade Primal Chaos Bloodlines within the first epoch.

Luo Feng’s comprehension of Primal Chaos Bloodlines rapidly expanded, encompassing tens of thousands, then hundreds of thousands of types.

Eventually, Luo Feng realized that the bloodline mysteries he was integrating were becoming more perfect than the existing Primal Chaos Bloodlines. His attempts to complete them had begun to transcend the original structures of even the low-grade Primal Chaos Bloodlines.

“What is naturally formed isn’t necessarily the best,” he mused. “These are, after all, low-grade Primal Chaos life forms, and they still possess inherent flaws!”

“The mysteries of this low-grade Primal Chaos Bloodline contain too many flaws; I’ve already identified dozens!” As time progressed, Luo Feng’s ability to spot imperfections grew from initially finding only ten to twenty flaws to easily identifying dozens. Eventually, he could discern numerous defects in low-grade Primal Chaos Bloodlines with just a single glance.

These flaws rendered them weak, limiting their strength within the realm of low-grade Primal Chaos life forms to merely that of early to mid-stage Divine Emperors.

There were simply too many imperfections.

High-grade Primal Chaos Bloodlines, however, proved far more intriguing, brimming with intricate subtleties.

Once he had thoroughly researched all low-grade Primal Chaos Bloodlines, Luo Feng began his study of high-grade ones, and he felt his spirit invigorated.

The profound mysteries within high-grade Primal Chaos Bloodlines were immense and unexpected, opening his eyes to new possibilities. Luo Feng approached his study like a devoted student, repeatedly comparing and learning secret patterns, uncovering numerous new mysteries spanning from creation to destruction.

Throughout this cultivation process, Luo Feng felt mostly invigorated. Even when he occasionally felt fatigued, a brief respite with family and friends in his home Origin World was enough to refresh him, allowing him to resume his comprehension and cultivation.

The Infinite Primal Chaos River World Group!

The Jade River Holy Realm, the core of this world group, lay completely shattered, resembling an egg half-eaten, with only scattered remnants and debris still drifting within the Infinite Primal Chaos Space.

This world group comprised billions of worlds and a vast number of Origin Worlds. Many of the billions of worlds had already been breached, leading to the natural extinction of life within them. Furthermore, numerous Origin Worlds had suffered cataclysmic destruction, their life utterly wiped out, forcing these Origin Worlds into new cycles of rebirth.

This was considered fortunate, as many other worlds had vanished entirely, consumed without a trace.

Seven formidable figures stood in the vast expanse of the Infinite Primal Chaos Space. Their mere presence commanded the attention of countless factions throughout the realm.

Each of them wielded the highest level of power and comprehended its fundamental essence. Each held a seat in the Eternal Land, and when these seven united, they formed a formidable force that caused all other factions to pale.

“The Primal Chaos Ancestors have temporarily withdrawn!” The faces of the seven Lords were grim. “Seventy-five Primal Chaos Ancestors united against us seven!” a deep cyan-skinned being said with a soft sigh. “Even working together, we are at a disadvantage, forced to watch as the armies of innate Primal Chaos beings assault Origin Worlds and billions of other worlds!”

The deep cyan-skinned being shook his head, lamenting, “The Primal Chaos Ancestors are keeping us tied up, allowing their vast legions to attack indiscriminately! Their armies are simply innumerable; while we contend with the Ancestors, we are utterly unable to stop the rest!”

“In this war, we see no hope; we are destined to lose!”

“Naigu, be quiet,” retorted the Golden Lord, clad in silver scales, with twelve sharp horns on his head and a long, scaly tail, his voice laced with fury. “If they intend to devour the world groups within our cultivator territory, their Primal Chaos Ancestors will have to fight to the death! So far in this war, we’ve already eliminated three Primal Chaos Ancestors! I’d like to see how many more they’re willing to sacrifice!”

“I agree with Jin,” a tall, slender man in a black cloak said with a faint smile. “War inevitably entails losses—some Origin Worlds, billions of other worlds. But in the future, the Infinite Primal Chaos Space will birth new Origin Worlds, and we can create new billions of worlds. We needn’t dwell on these losses. We must make the entire Infinite Primal Chaos Space understand that if they dare to provoke our cultivator faction, they will pay a brutal price!”

“We still need to find a solution, don’t we?” Yuan asked, frowning.

“We cannot simply watch them conquer world group after world group; that’s not a viable strategy!”

We have poured countless efforts and long years into developing each world group. These world groups represent a tremendous investment from the Lords.

They had made arrangements for every single Origin World.

In every ordinary world, they cultivated life to flourish and multiply.

There were spacetime teleportation networks, warning systems, and various resource mining sites.

“Xingmang, do you have a plan?” asked Wulan, the most colossal of them, turning to a middle-aged man.

Lord Xingmang could assume various forms—infant, youth, young adult, middle-aged, or elder. Having reincarnated through countless Origin Worlds, his appearance and race were ever-changing. Among the seven Lords, Xingmang undeniably possessed the most diverse array of methods.

The Primal Chaos Ancestors of the innate Primal Chaos life faction exhibited diverse personalities, leading to significant internal conflicts among them.

Lord Xingmang stated, “This time, they managed to deploy eighty percent of their Primal Chaos Ancestors, totaling ninety-three combatants! To date, we have eliminated three of them. The remaining ninety Ancestors will frequently rotate; those heavily injured will withdraw for recovery, with others stepping in to take their place.”

“Is there a way to eliminate another Primal Chaos Ancestor?” Wulan inquired.

Immediately, the other five Lords turned their gaze to Xingmang.

Xingmang possessed avatars that continuously traversed different future timelines, constantly observing the entirety of the Infinite Primal Chaos Space. He served as the observer and chronicler of its past, present, and future.

“Having contended with us for so long, the Primal Chaos Ancestors have incurred significant losses and gained considerable experience,” Xingmang said, shaking his head gently. “It is now exceedingly difficult for us seven to eliminate another Primal Chaos Ancestor.”

Over seventy Primal Chaos Ancestors targeting seven Lords appeared to have the upper hand.

However, the Lords’ power was not something that mere numbers could obstruct. They could inflict injuries upon the Primal Chaos Ancestors almost imperceptibly, and these injuries, when accumulated, would become so severe that even an Ancestor could fall.

“I must also inform you that in this war, most of our territories have fallen,” Lord Xingmang continued. “The world-level Primal Chaos beings from the innate Primal Chaos life faction, having consumed an excessive amount of Origin World essence, are likely to give birth to several new Primal Chaos Ancestors!” “New Primal Chaos Ancestors again?”

The Lords present were all troubled by this news.

The essence of Origin Worlds was the most coveted delicacy for the innate Primal Chaos life faction; by consuming large amounts, world-level Primal Chaos beings had a slight chance of breaking through to become Primal Chaos Ancestors.

“Let’s return and recuperate for now,” Yuan suggested.

“The Primal Chaos Ancestors, having temporarily retreated, will surely recuperate thoroughly and only attack again once fully recovered. We, too, should seize this time to rest!”

All the Lords present nodded in agreement.

A single Primal Chaos Ancestor was of little concern to them. However, with over seventy Ancestors, all wielding the highest echelons of power, converging in an assault, even the seven Lords had sustained injuries.

The Primal Chaos Ancestors had reserves to rotate in battle. Yet, the seven Lords had no such backup, which led to a degree of mental fatigue and agitation among them.

With a collective exhalation, the seven Lords returned together. They harbored no concerns about a sneak attack from the innate Primal Chaos life faction; while one or two stealthy Primal Chaos Ancestors might manage such a feat, over seventy Ancestors, with their vastly different powers, could never remain hidden.

The Lords could detect their presence instantaneously.

And with Xingmang’s mastery of space and time, he would intercept any such attempt well in advance.

“We’ve poured so many resources into this, yet no new Lords have emerged?” The tall, slender man in the black cloak shook his head gently. “I’ve always believed that Lords aren’t simply created by throwing resources at them. While sufficient resources for tempering are necessary, providing too much can actually be detrimental.” “I agree with Moman’s point about cruelty; only through harsh trials can true power emerge! Giving too many resources simply cultivates a generation of useless individuals!” the Golden Lord added.

“There’s no need to debate cultivation methods further,” Yuan interjected. “In the next era, we can establish new approaches.”

Lords Moman and Jin remained silent.

“Oh, by the way, there’s a recent cultivator who merges different paths named Luo Feng,” Yuan remarked with a smile. “His talent is quite remarkable!”

“Oh, so he can become an Origin World Master without relying on bloodlines?” Wulan pressed.

Yuan shook his head. “He will likely still need to refine bloodlines.” “Then there’s no hope,” a golden-robed woman stated indifferently.

“Indeed, no hope!”

Lord Shegu also nodded. “I comprehend the Primal Chaos Bloodline path. Only by mastering the bloodline’s will and pollution can I remain unaffected.”

“This Luo Feng isn’t cultivating the bloodline path, is he?”

“The Path of Life and Destruction,” Yuan affirmed with a nod.

“No hope,” Shegu reiterated, shaking his head.

The other Lords, too, expressed some disappointment, but a flicker of curiosity appeared in Lord Xingmang’s eyes.

“The past is fixed, the present is unfolding, and the future holds infinite possibilities!” Lord Xingmang, who possessed numerous avatars, each traversing different future timelines, mused.

As reality changes, some future timelines would completely collapse and vanish, indicating that a particular future possibility had ceased to exist.

“They have underestimated Luo Feng!” the child-like Lord Xingmang murmured, abandoning some collapsed and annihilated timelines to traverse others.

“I have observed Luo Feng across more than thirty million possibilities and seen several ways he could ascend to Lordship!”

In one path, he refined a World Primal Chaos Bloodline to become a world-level Primal Chaos being. Subsequently, under the influence of willpower and memory corruption, he abandoned his original cultivation path and forcibly comprehended the Primal Chaos Path of Life and Destruction, a path brimming with boundless destruction and contamination.

“He still became a Lord by refining bloodlines! However, I only observed him succeeding this way once.”

“But by breaking the conventional methods with sheer power, I observed him succeeding eight times!”

Lord Xingmang’s eyes sparkled with anticipation. Among the 237 world-level Primal Chaos beings in the cultivator faction, some occasionally showed the potential to become Lords in future timelines—a possibility that might or might not manifest in reality.

“To succeed multiple times out of over thirty million possibilities indicates exceptionally high potential—the greatest among the current younger generation!” Lord Xingmang brimmed with hope.