Projection of the Heavens: I prove my immortality through slaughter.

The changes in the Panshi tribe were like a boulder thrown into a stagnant swamp, with ripples spreading continuously.

The rich energy of blood and qi, the faint fluctuations of spiritual energy generated when hundreds of people cultivated together, and the ever-increasing, hopeful life force stood out starkly in this barren hilly area shrouded in despair.

This area wasn't just the Rock Tribe's captive "pasture." Further afield, several smaller settlements of humans or humanoid races, in even more dire straits, were scattered. They too sensed the Rock Tribe's strangeness, but under prolonged oppression, they dared not approach, forced to hide in the shadows, watching from afar with eyes filled with a mixture of envy, jealousy, and fear.

However, the attention it attracts doesn't just come from its own kind.

It was dusk that day.

The afterglow of the setting sun dyed the western sky blood red, draping the vast land in an ominous crimson veil. The tribespeople, having just finished a day of work and training, sat around the campfire, sharing the meat of the "porcupine," a beast comparable in size to an elephant, which they had hunted that day. The air was filled with long-lost laughter and joy.

The old priest Cang sat in the main seat, feeling the tribe's vibrant energy. His face was filled with satisfaction, but a lingering worry remained deep in his eyes. He knew that the tribe's growth would inevitably bring real trouble sooner or later.

Just then—

"Thump!"

A deep, muffled thud, as if striking directly on the heart, came from afar! The ground trembled slightly.

The laughter and chatter around the campfire came to an abrupt halt.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked warily in the direction from which the sound came—the rocky forest to the east of the tribe.

"Thump! Thump!"

The sound came again, clearer and heavier! Accompanying the sound was a grating, teeth-grinding sound, like metal scraping against stone.

A terrifying pressure, violent, brutal, and carrying a strong, foul stench, surged from the direction of the chaotic rock forest like a tidal wave! This pressure far surpassed that of the previous hunters, and even made several newly promoted Foundation Establishment cultivators feel their breath catch and their blood surge!

"Be on guard!" Cang abruptly stood up, his aged face drained of color, his voice trembling slightly. "It's...it's 'Zheng'! That ferocious beast that lurks in the stone forest!"

狰！

Upon hearing this name, the faces of all the elders in the tribe who had endured hardship were filled with extreme fear. It was a terrifying beast resembling a red leopard, with a single horn on its head and five tails like steel whips behind it! It was not a servant of gods or demons, but one of the wild overlords of this region, powerful and cruel, feeding on all kinds of creatures, and occasionally attacking human tribes on the outskirts, leaving nothing but desolation in its wake!

It was clearly attracted by the rich blood and energy that the Rock Tribe had accumulated during this period!

"roar--!"

A deafening roar shattered the tranquility of dusk! At the edge of the rocky forest, a boulder several meters high exploded, and amidst the billowing dust, a crimson figure suddenly darted out!

Its body was over five zhang long, covered entirely in crimson scales that reflected a metallic, cold light in the setting sun. The single horn on its head gleamed eerily, and its five long tails lashed through the air like giant pythons, creating a series of booming sounds! Its scarlet vertical pupils, filled with hunger and a destructive desire, were fixed intently on the "vital" food around the campfire!

"Form a formation! Protect the elderly and children!" Cang roared hoarsely, and he and several other Foundation Establishment cultivators suppressed their fear and stood at the forefront, their pale red true energy surging within them, trying to condense into a thin defensive line.

However, faced with this ferocious beast whose aura was comparable to that of an early-stage Golden Core cultivator and whose physical body was incredibly strong, their hastily assembled defensive line appeared so pale and powerless.

The monstrous beast clearly didn't take these "little insects" seriously. It slammed its hind legs into the ground, cracking the earth, and its massive body transformed into a streak of crimson lightning, carrying a foul stench, as it hurtled towards the most densely packed area of ​​the crowd! From its gaping maw, fangs gleamed, dripping corrosive saliva!

Despair once again enveloped everyone's hearts. The hope they had just gained seemed about to be crushed under the sharp teeth of this ferocious beast!

At this critical moment—

Lin Xuan, who had been hiding in the void and observing coldly, made a move.

His divine sense, like an invisible lightning bolt, swept across the entire area in an instant, finally locking onto a figure—a young man standing at the edge of the crowd, his face pale with fear, but his eyes unusually resolute. This young man was named "Yan," and both his parents had died in the previous "harvest." He was one of the most diligent cultivators in the tribe. Although he had not yet reached the Foundation Establishment stage, his blood and qi were abundant, and he had already reached the peak of Qi Refining.

"It's you."

Lin Xuan's divine sense transformed into a barely perceptible stream of light, instantly disappearing into the space between the young man Yan's eyebrows!

Yan felt a loud "boom" in his mind, as if something had exploded! An incomprehensible will, as vast as the starry sea, descended upon him. His consciousness was like a candle flame in a storm, suppressed into a corner, and control of his body changed hands in an instant!

The next moment, "Yan" raised his head. His eyes, which had been clear yet filled with fear, became incredibly deep and calm, like the unchanging starry sky. His aura suddenly changed. Although his true qi cultivation was still at the Qi Refining stage, an invisible majesty that surpassed all living beings naturally spread out.

Facing the ferocious beast Zheng that pounced on him, "Yan" did not retreat but advanced, taking a step forward.

This step, seemingly slow, subtly avoided the sharp edge of the ferocious attack, positioning itself perfectly to its side and in front.

Then, to everyone's horrified gaze, "Yan" raised his slightly thin right arm, clenched his five fingers, and simply threw a punch at the head of Zheng, which was even bigger than his entire body!

There was no surge of true energy, no dazzling brilliance.

Only the purest and most concentrated power!

This punch triggered the true meaning of the Great Dao of Power contained within Lin Xuan's projected divine sense, which had been tempered by innate divine runes! Wherever the fist passed, space seemed to be compressed and solidified, emitting a mournful cry of unbearable pressure!

For the first time, anthropomorphic horror and disbelief appeared in the beast's scarlet pupils! It felt an absolute crushing force from the level of life and the origin of the Great Dao, enough to destroy it, emanating from that seemingly insignificant fist!

It tried to dodge, it tried to roar, but it found that the surrounding space was like a swamp, trapping it tightly!

"Boom—!!!!!"

A muffled thud, not earth-shattering, made everyone's heart skip a beat!

The moment the fist made contact with the monstrous head, time seemed to stand still.

The next moment, under the gaze of countless stunned eyes, the massive, ferocious, and arrogant beast, Zheng, saw its hard skull shatter inch by inch from the point where the fist struck, as fragile as an eggshell! Cracks spread like a spider web throughout its entire body in an instant!

"puff!"

The massive, crimson body stiffened abruptly, then collapsed limply to the ground as if all support had been drained. Blood gushed out like a fountain from its seven orifices and the cracks throughout its body, instantly staining the earth red.

One punch!

Just one punch!

With the body of a Qi Refining stage youth, he annihilated a Golden Core stage ferocious beast with a single punch!

Dead silence.

Absolute silence.

The crackling sound of the campfire was so clear at that moment.

Everyone seemed frozen in place, staring blankly at the boy "Yan" who slowly withdrew his fist and regained his composure, and then at the lifeless corpse of the ferocious beast on the ground.

The stark contrast brought their thinking to a standstill.

Several breaths passed before the old priest Cang was the first to react. He looked at "Yan's" eyes, which had regained some clarity but were still filled with confusion and shock, and felt that the vast will had already left. He instantly understood what was going on.

"Thump!"

Cang knelt down again, facing the void, and even more so towards the direction of the young man "Yan," tears streaming down his face, his voice choked with emotion:

"Thank you, Divine Lord Xuantian, for your divine intervention! You saved me from this perilous situation!"

This shout, like a thunderclap, jolted everyone awake.

"Thank you, Divine Venerable Xuantian, for your divine intervention!"

The ecstasy of surviving the ordeal and the boundless awe of the miracle intertwined, transforming into a deafening roar. Everyone once again prostrated themselves in worship, the flame of faith burning intensely in their eyes!

As the vast power within him slowly receded, and the lingering trace of supreme fist intent in his mind, young Yan gazed into the void, his eyes filled with boundless worship and fervor. He knew that it was the Xuan Tian Divine Venerable who, through his body, had unleashed divine might!

Lin Xuan's divine sense illusory image floated in the air, feeling the torrent of faith below that surged again and almost turned into a solid golden pillar of light, and nodded slightly.

Miraculous manifestations are the most effective way to solidify faith.

He glanced at the corpse of the ferocious beast on the ground, and with a slight thought, he stripped away and devoured its purest essence of blood and qi, along with that wisp of brutal beastly law, to nourish his own projection.

Then, his divine sense swept across the direction of the other tribes secretly watching in the distance, and a cold pressure spread out like ripples on water.

He wanted all his "neighbors" to know that the Rock Tribe was the territory of his Xuantian Divine Lord.

Unauthorized trespassers shall be executed.

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