Science Fiction

Yuan, usually smiling and good-natured, now looked at the Ancestors before him with a cold expression. “Over the long ages, twenty Ancestors from your Primal Chaos Beings faction have died at our hands. You’ve also had conflicts and clashes with other factions, losing fifteen more Ancestors. Yet, you’ve only produced a total of thirty-two Ancestors… by my reckoning, your overall numbers are still declining.”

The Infinite Great Serpent and the others’ expressions subtly changed.

Indeed, as the largest race in the Infinite Primal Chaos Space, their number of Ancestors had slightly decreased after repeated battles with the Cultivator Faction.

This was also why some Ancestors within their faction were unwilling to fight the Cultivator Faction.

“The eight of you simply prove that individual strength is more important,” stated the mass of endless light, which exuded immense pressure. “Primal Chaos Beings are born with infinite lifespans, and they should use this infinite lifespan to pursue the pinnacle of strength.”

The Annihilation Ancestor also said, “To pursue ultimate strength, one must have the determination to spare no effort! Even if we fail and are completely annihilated, we will be content!” The Infinite Great Serpent Ancestor and the Inferno Ancestor looked at the eight Lords. They had fought, and two of them had even reached the realm of immortality and indestructibility, making them even more composed.

“The Origin of my Origin World is the best resource for the Primal Chaos Beings faction. Even if I no longer need it, the entire faction does!” stated the Infinite Great Serpent Ancestor.

“My other Infinite kin also need it! Yuan, the 3,600 prosperous world clusters that you monopolize are vast and rich.”

“There are countless Origin Worlds!” the Inferno Ancestor declared. “If you are willing to concede and retreat to the 1,100 world clusters, our Primal Chaos Beings faction can take a step back and cease hostilities!”

The eight Lords looked at them with indifference, disdaining to refute. “Then you shall wait!” the Infinite Serpent Ancestor and the others retreated into the body of the Primal Ancestor.

The Primal Ancestor had reached the apex of its own path; it could calmly observe the trials and tribulations of the entire Infinite Primal Chaos Space, as no power, no matter how strong, could threaten it in the slightest.

However, as a member of the Primal Chaos Beings faction, it was willing to help its kin.

“They are seeking reinforcements!” Xing Mang stated. His numerous avatars, traveling along various future timelines, had already glimpsed too many possibilities.

“Although there are those within the Primal Chaos Beings faction who oppose going to war with us, powerful forces should arrive to support them, to save their numerous Ancestors and maintain their faction’s advantage!”

Luo Feng and the other seven greatly trusted Xing Mang’s words.

These Ancestors were hiding within the Primal Ancestor because they couldn’t retreat. In front of “Lord Xing Mang,” the foremost master of space-time, they couldn’t escape.

Their retreat would only expose numerous vulnerabilities, and under the combined, all-out assault of the eight Lords, several more Ancestors would likely perish.

Hiding within the Primal Ancestor and awaiting reinforcements was their best option.

“How many Ancestors will come as reinforcements?” Yuan asked. Xing Mang replied, “At least thirty Ancestors will arrive.”

Luo Feng, Jin, Ming Huang, Moman, Naigu, and Wu Lan all slightly changed their expressions upon hearing this.

With so many Ancestors arriving, there would be over a hundred Ancestors united, a truly terrifying force.

“When the fate of a race is at stake, the Nine Emperors will also gather!” Xing Mang stated solemnly. “We must be prepared.”

“We should prioritize defense, even if it means sacrificing some opportunities, to ensure our battle formation remains stable. Then we can wait for an opening to counterattack,” Yuan said. “With Luo Feng here, we don’t fear a prolonged battle!”

Immediately, Yuan, Jin, Wu Lan, Ming Huang, Naigu, Xing Mang, Moman, and Luo Feng naturally formed a battle formation, enveloping the area where the Primal Ancestor was located and standing guard.

Any weaker Ancestors who dared to reveal their true forms would be ambushed and slaughtered by the eight of them.

The Eternal Land!

This was a place where only beings who had achieved immortality and indestructibility in the entire Infinite Primal Chaos Space were qualified to reside and claim a seat. It was a land naturally formed within the Infinite Primal Chaos Space.

A single speck of dust on this land could suppress a high-tier Primal Chaos Being! The invisible pressure of the Eternal Land could turn a world-level Primal Chaos Being into dust!

Over ninety percent of the Ancestors from the Primal Chaos Beings faction, for example, were not qualified to come here!

On this vast, flat land, there was only a single ancient round table, adorned with endless mysterious patterns. There were forty-eight seats around the table, and at this moment, three figures sat there.

The distances between them in the Infinite Primal Chaos Space were too vast, so they habitually met here.

“The eighth Cultivator Lord!” A grayish mist occupied one of the seats, and an eye appeared on its surface, watching the distant battle with interest.

The Cultivator Faction was truly unique; they were all weak beings from Origin Worlds who, through step-by-step cultivation, eventually grasped the essence of supreme power, reaching a level comparable to them.

They were indeed very special, and each of them possessed considerable strength!

“I quite admire Xing Mang, and I’m good friends with Ming Huang.” A figure in white battle armor looked on coldly from afar. “But that one named Jin is utterly despicable and shameless. Last time in the Abyss of Destruction, when he couldn’t defeat me head-on, he actually ambushed me while I was fighting. I despise such ignoble individuals the most!”

The figure in white battle armor radiated an intensely destructive aura!

Lord Jin, Lord Moman, and Lord Naigu—these three were considered the most despicable members of the Cultivator Faction!

A winged creature sat there, its face serene, its warm-white feathers and aura appearing restrained and ordinary. Yet, it too was one of the beings standing at the pinnacle of the Infinite Primal Chaos Space.

“Lord Naigu couldn’t threaten me one-on-one, but he teamed up with Lord Jin and Lord Moman… three Lords ganged up on me.”

“Haha, I heard all your feathers were plucked!” the figure in white battle armor burst out laughing.

“Kavsh!” the feathered creature roared in fury.

“My mistake, my mistake!” The figure in white battle armor said, waving a hand. Before him appeared the miserable scene of the feathered creature severely wounded, most of its feathers fallen out, leaving only short down, and blood covering its entire body. “Oh, dear, I was mistaken. You still have a lot of feathers!”

The feathered creature glared at him.

The figure in white battle armor then smilingly put away the image. At his level, collecting “humorous incidents” of beings at the same level was a major hobby! He had no race, no companions; he existed alone, yet possessed such power! He could only find amusement for himself. The feathered creature endured it, as he had descendants, unlike Kavsh, who was a solitary being, feared no one, and dared to meddle wherever there was excitement!

Kavsh, the Feathered Emperor, who was a mass of grayish mist, watched the distant battlefield. The eight Lords, by joining forces, had managed to suppress seventy-three Ancestors, kill three, and force the remaining seventy Ancestors to retreat!

These Cultivator Lords were indeed very strong!

“When the eight of them unite, they are an extremely formidable force across the Infinite Primal Chaos Space!” The Feathered Emperor nodded, expressing a tinge of envy.

This was because only he, among the race he commanded, was qualified to be in the Eternal Land!

“The Cultivator Faction has gained the upper hand!”

“We also occupied three world clusters from the Cultivator Faction. What if, after the war ends… the eight Lords target us?” Some ancient beings watched the battlefield from afar, growing uneasy.

When the major factions clashed, other smaller factions also took the opportunity to seize two or three world clusters; some even occupied over a hundred. They had originally assumed the Cultivator Faction would surely fail! With the Primal Chaos Beings faction occupying the most world clusters, they expected to get their share. Who would have thought the situation would reverse, and if the Cultivator Faction won, those eight Lords would likely not let it go!

Twelve forces had taken advantage of the situation to occupy world clusters. Would the Cultivator Faction dare to wage full-scale war against these twelve forces? These twelve forces varied in strength, with the strongest being the Ice Peak Faction. The Ice Peak Faction was an alliance composed of twelve beings from the Eternal Land. Although their numbers were far fewer than the Primal Chaos Beings faction, their power was more terrifying because most of them had no family or racial concerns.

Their actions were naturally much more domineering and barbaric. They didn’t really care about the Origin of the Origin Worlds; what they needed were the extremely special and precious resources nurtured within those territories!

From the Ice Peak Faction’s perspective, merely occupying over a hundred world clusters was already being quite considerate to the Cultivator Faction. After all, if they exerted their full power, they could seize several times more territory! And since they had only occupied a hundred or so world clusters, what could the Cultivator Faction do? Would they dare to go to war with them?

The Ice Peak Faction cared nothing for the Cultivator Faction’s territory!

The Dark World Cluster, Origin Continent Origin World!

Luo Feng stood on a pavilion in the City Lord’s Mansion of Huyang City. At this moment, his body had completely transformed. Although his energy reserves were only one percent of his total, this reserve was already equivalent to the main combat avatar of Lord Moman, the smallest among the Lords!

“The Cultivator Faction faces too many crises!” Luo Feng only learned many secrets after his breakthrough.

Wherever there were people on Earth, there was strife! In the Infinite Primal Chaos Space, there were also various conflicts! The Primal Chaos Beings faction was considered the most hostile force, but there were also large and small contradictions with other factions and powers.

“It’s truly remarkable that Elder Brother Yuan could rise all the way from his most humble beginnings!” Luo Feng knew that the Cultivator Faction’s situation was already far better than in its early days, especially with the emergence of several Lords like Lord Xing Mang. The crises faced by the Cultivator Faction could now be resolved one by one!

Luo Feng possessed patience. As a Lord, with an infinitely long lifespan, he had all the time in the world to continue fighting.

Every Lord was filled with confidence regarding their future! This was the most wonderful aspect of becoming a Lord!

Luo Feng, as a being from his home Origin World, found that even after becoming a Lord, the Origin of his home world offered no resistance. His power easily permeated and refined the entire Origin, allowing him to completely control his home Origin World, as if it had become another body of his own!

At this moment, the entire Origin Continent Origin World held no more secrets before him. Everything was completely under his control, including the River of Time that recorded the Origin Continent, and the countless beings, living or dead, who surged within it. These beings, whether alive or deceased, still vibrantly lived out their past timelines! It was just that for the deceased beings, their segment of the timeline had simply ceased.

Luo Feng could retrieve these beings from the River of Time, allow their timelines to continue, and even sustain them eternally. Within the confines of the Origin World, Luo Feng could indeed grant immortality to the lives within its cage!

“Ancestor Great Axe…” Luo Feng saw familiar figures, some powerful, some weak. He even saw his teacher Zuo Shan Ke and their happy life when he was still the God-King of Jin. All regrets could be mended!

This was the most wonderful thing about becoming a Lord! Luo Feng smiled.