Science Fiction Novel

Luo Feng traversed vast expanses of time and space, arriving in a desolate void.

“According to Xing Mang’s calculations for this spatiotemporal location, we need a spatiotemporal anchor point here.” Luo Feng stood there, and with a thought, he began to create a *shengjie* (sacred realm) using the *Hunyuan Shengmie Dao* as its foundation.

Creating a *shengjie* is similar to creating a Lord’s physical body, but less difficult. This is because there’s no need to consider various abilities like movement or combat; the focus is solely on the efficiency of “absorbing *Hunyuan* power” and the stability of the world.

Therefore, every *shengjie*, in terms of energy absorption efficiency, can reach the average level of Ancestors’ and Lords’ true bodies. “I am skilled in *Hunyuan Shengmie Dao* and *Hunyuan Dao Dao*, but when it comes to creating a *shengjie*, the life-path approach works better!”

Luo Feng had recently created one *shengjie* after another, becoming more adept with practice.

A *shengjie* formed with *Hunyuan Dao Dao* as its foundation would be smaller in scale. Its energy absorption efficiency would also be lower.

The living environment within such a *shengjie* would also be harsher!

However, a *shengjie* formed with *Hunyuan Shengmie Dao* as its foundation, which Luo Feng called a “Life *Shengjie*”, would be more massive. Its energy absorption efficiency would be three hundred times faster.

The living environment would also be better, more hospitable to weaker life forms.

Considering that the *shengjie* he built would eventually migrate large numbers of life forms and allow cultivators to multiply there, Luo Feng naturally focused on creating Life *Shengjie*.

Rumbling…

After twelve days, a complete Life *Shengjie* took shape.

“Hmm!” Luo Feng looked at the *shengjie* before him with satisfaction.

“In the endless *Hunyuan* space, it is not easy for a *Yuan* World to be born, but it is very easy for us Lords to create these weaker *shengjie*!”

More than ninety-nine percent of cultivators at the God-Emperor stage were born in myriad worlds. This was precisely because creating *shengjie* was so easy.

Luo Feng could create a *shengjie* in twelve days. Over the long years to come, the number of *shengjie* he created could far exceed the number of *Yuan* Worlds under his command.

“The life forms born within a *shengjie* can at most cultivate to the world-level *Hunyuan*. Not a single Lord has emerged yet.” Luo Feng also looked forward.

He looked forward to the day when cultivators from myriad worlds could also produce a Lord.

“To the next location!” Suddenly…

“Luo Feng. Come to the Deliberation Hall quickly.”

Xing Mang’s voice transmission came.

“Alright!” Luo Feng’s main combat clone continued to create Life *Shengjie* to serve as spatiotemporal anchor points.

At the same time, his clone arrived at the Deliberation Hall in the Land of Origin.

Land of Origin. Deliberation Hall.

Eight Lords’ clones gathered.

“Why were we suddenly summoned?”

Nai Gu asked. He had been in secluded cultivation before this!

“Our original plan was to discuss the distribution of spoils after the construction of the new territories was finished and everyone was free.”

Xing Mang sat there and said, “But when I was exchanging faction resources to build the spatiotemporal network, I discovered that Elder Yuan had privately embezzled a lot of resources.”

“Embezzled resources?” Luo Feng and the others were all somewhat surprised!

The eight Lords were all very scrupulous in their actions.

Of ten shares of spoils, each took one share, and the rest were considered common faction property. If a Lord needed to use them, they had to be exchanged.

“I plan to try and create a *Yuan* World.”

Yuan chuckled, saying, “Creating a *Yuan* World is fraught with difficulties and requires Ancestor corpse resources. So I privately used two Ancestor corpses and a small amount of other resources.”

“Two Ancestor corpses?”

Ming Huang frowned.

“Elder Yuan, in our recent war, we obtained a total of eight Ancestor corpses, and some of them were not complete.”

Jin looked at Yuan. Ancestors like An Peng and Shi Feng were only left with remnants.

“I took the corpses of Meng Yan and Qian Yan,” Yuan said. “Their corpses are the most complete and more suitable for creating a *Yuan* World. Even their corpses might not guarantee success; I might still need more Ancestor corpses.”

The seven Lords were all somewhat speechless.

“My contribution should be enough; just deduct it directly!”

Yuan stated.

“Elder Yuan, your contribution is indeed extremely high. You have given so much to the clan over the endless years, often with your own private resources,” Xing Mang said.

“Even if you took all the Ancestor corpses, it would only be a small matter!”

Luo Feng and the others also acknowledged Yuan’s contributions. For example, in the recent war, during negotiations with the Bing Feng faction, Yuan had personally paid a lot of resources.

He also used his connections to win over Xiu Saiwei and others.

In terms of contribution, Yuan had already given a tremendous amount.

Far more than these few Ancestor corpses. “Elder Yuan, when we distribute the spoils, you could have requested the corpses, and we would have let you have them,” Xing Mang said.

“But you directly embezzled them before distribution. I believe you are no longer suitable to manage the spoils. The resources of the entire cultivator faction should no longer be stored in the Land of Origin.”

The Land of Origin was a mysterious place controlled by Yuan.

In the past, everyone trusted Yuan immensely.

Yuan presided over the distribution of spoils.

He was also responsible for managing them before distribution. Over countless years, there had never been an issue.

“Elder Yuan, this embezzlement is nothing. Xing Mang is right; you are no longer suitable to manage faction resources in the future,” Ming Huang also said.

Managing faction resources must adhere to rules. “I know, I know.”

Yuan sighed helplessly. “Xing Mang is right; I will no longer manage faction resources and spoils. If they are with me, I can’t control myself!”

Luo Feng, Xing Mang, Wu Lan, Ming Huang, and the others exchanged glances, all feeling a sense of unease. A Lord who couldn’t control himself?

“Yuan, are you alright?”

Wu Lan asked with some concern.

Everyone looked at Yuan, dressed in colorful clothes.

“I feel quite good!” Yuan looked at his companions.

Luo Feng had a headache.

The situation was not good.

“Luo Feng, should the faction resources be kept with you in the future? Or with me on the Time Star?” Xing Mang looked at Luo Feng.

Apart from Yuan, only the two of them had mysterious places.

“Put them with you; it’s convenient for use!”

Luo Feng said.

“Alright!” The other Lords all agreed.

Everyone had great trust in Xing Mang, given his actions over countless years.

“Elder Yuan, please leave some flesh and blood from those two corpses you took for me.”

Nai Gu said.

Regardless of whether he could refine them, he would try his best to collect the flesh and blood of Ancestor corpses, as long as he could refine their bloodline. “No problem!”

Yuan agreed readily.

“I’ll take some scattered materials from these two corpses and leave them within the faction resources, so everyone can exchange for them!”

Taking this opportunity, everyone also distributed the spoils. However, apart from Yuan, the other Lords were not in a very good mood.

“Elder Yuan. Something’s not right!”

They were all very worried about their elder brother.

After endless years of effort, everything was now accomplished, and all *Yuan* Worlds were completely under their command, yet Elder Yuan was having problems? The river of time flowed on, and the seven Lords gradually understood Yuan’s situation better.

Yuan, at least, was conscious.

He was still wholeheartedly devoted to the entire cultivator faction.

As for other aspects, he was somewhat “unrestrained” and “unfussy.”

This also made the seven Lords breathe a sigh of relief.

It was much better than they had anticipated.

In the blink of an eye, more than thirty million epochs had passed since the great war.

During these long years, though a handful of world-level *Hunyuan* life forms had been audacious enough to try to devour the *Yuan* World’s origin,

they were all met with thunderous strikes from the eight Lords. Any who dared to devour a *Yuan* World, no matter where they hid, would be killed.

As for the Ancestors?

Ancestors had endless patience. A mere few tens of millions of epochs was still very short for them. None of the Ancestors, who were not truly immortal, dared to devour a *Yuan* World.

Instead, the Three Emperors of Feng Lei Hai deliberately provoked them, devouring some *Yuan* Worlds, and were severely punished by the eight cultivator Lords.

Their territories were nearly halved, and almost half of their clansmen were captured as servants. This drove the Three Emperors of Feng Lei Hai mad with rage.

But seeing the remaining half of their clansmen, they dared not provoke again.

“The cultivator faction’s rule over all *Yuan* Worlds has stabilized!” Luo Feng sat alone, cross-legged within his mysterious land, the Yinhe Territory.

His gaze swept across the endless, vast expanse of time and space, passing over numerous *Yuan* Worlds.

After long years of development, his territory, with its more than three billion *Yuan* Worlds, had also entered a normal軌道 (guǐdào, track). According to the Lords’ agreement, after eliminating the remaining power of the naturally born *Hunyuan* life forms and leaving some basic inheritances, these *Yuan* World life forms were allowed to evolve naturally.

They would not interfere.

“Over thirty million epochs, and my third path, the ‘Path of Matter,’ has only reached the God-King Ultimate Realm.” Luo Feng chuckled self-deprecatingly.

He hadn’t even begun cultivation at the God-Emperor stage, let alone the “Half-Hunyuan to Hunyuan” transformation, which was billions of times more difficult.

“At this rate, I might be forever stuck at the Half-Hunyuan Path of Matter stage.” Luo Feng vaguely surmised.

“It’s better to cultivate blade techniques.”

Because the progress on the Path of Matter was too slow.

Luo Feng gradually shifted most of his energy to blade techniques. At least on this path, he could still see his strength improving, albeit very slowly.

In these thirty million-plus epochs, besides perfecting his original combat methods,

Luo Feng primarily created two blade techniques.

“My two strongest blade techniques now.”

“The first blade technique, comprehending the power of the Abyss of Destruction, created the ‘Abyssal Blade Technique’.”

With a thought, Luo Feng could call upon his share of the Abyss of Destruction’s power, which manifested before him.

Luo Feng, after all, mastered the *Hunyuan Dao Dao* with destruction as its core, allowing him to study some of the mysteries of the Abyss of Destruction. The more Luo Feng studied this power, the more incredible he found it.

“This is a power that encompasses thirty-four types of destructive force, perfectly integrated into one.”

In this power, Luo Feng discovered methods for different forces to cooperate. He tried to combine five forces: *Hunyuan Dao Dao*, *Hunyuan Shengmie Dao*, and the borrowed powers of Indestructibility, Shadow, and the Abyss of Destruction from his mysterious land.

Thus, the Abyssal Blade Technique came into being.

As Luo Feng delved deeper into his research, the cooperation between the five forces became more refined. The power of this blade technique would slowly increase.

“The second blade technique, utilizing the Blood Shadow Blade, which has the characteristic of cutting through all material energy, created the most suitable blade technique: the Blood Shadow Blade Technique.”

Luo Feng continued to calm his mind.

Compared to the Path of Matter, he was more willing to expend energy on these two blade techniques. “Luo Feng!”

A voice rang out.

Luo Feng turned his head.

A figure crossed through time and space, arriving.

It was Xing Mang. “All spatiotemporal teleportation channels, the basic construction has been completed in a short time.”

Xing Mang smiled, “I also secretly took a break. I mentioned before that I wanted your help to accompany me to a mysterious place. Do you have time now?”

Long ago, Xing Mang had mentioned this matter in advance. “I am quite free,” Luo Feng smiled.

His blade technique cultivation required long years of accumulation. There was no rush.

“Let’s go!” Xing Mang nodded, immediately leading Luo Feng away together.

End of this chapter.