Lack of talent? I'll buy a year's worth of cultivation for one dollar!

Very strong.

but.

Su Yu's brows furrowed slightly.

He glanced at the system balance.

There are about one quadrillion star years left.

Resources are running out.

It should be noted that these eighty quadrillion star years were collected by Yuan and Cang Han after searching the Origin God Realm for five whole years, almost emptying the resources of all the top forces.

The Origin God Realm has been almost completely exploited.

Even if all the remaining low-level resources were packaged and recycled, they wouldn't amount to many Star Years.

It was simply not enough to support him in breaking through to the True Realm.

"Stay in the Nether."

"The improvement in strength is already extremely limited."

Su Yu leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping lightly on his knees.

He fell into deep thought.

Should we go to the Upper Realm now?

The Great Hongmeng World is a place with endless Hongmeng Origin Stones, higher-level cultivation techniques, and countless enemies to hunt.

That's where the real treasure trove of resources is.

but.

Su Yu's fingertips paused for a moment.

He recalled the scene when Yuan was forcibly taken away by that bronze-colored hand.

He didn't like the feeling of being squeezed like an ant in someone's hand.

and.

He has no idea what stable and safe passage to the Hongmeng Great World is, other than being forcibly guided by that high-dimensional being.

You can't just stand in the starry sky, unleash your ultimate aura, and wait for someone to come and capture you, can you?

What if this isn't a recruitment drive for Mu Zhan?

Or is it a high-level expert who dislikes him and slaps him to death?

The risk is too great.

There are too many uncontrollable factors.

"Let's take a look first."

Su Yu made a decision in his heart.

"No rush."

"Anyway, I'm invincible in the lower realm and there's no danger for me."

"Let Yuan explore over there first and get a feel for the situation in the Hongmeng Great World."

"By the way, let him kill more people on the front lines and earn more Primordial Origin Stones."

Yuan was ultimately just an avatar, so it wouldn't be a big problem if he collapsed.

Once Yuan had established himself and found a safe passage to ascension, he was ready.

He then descended upon Hongmeng with overwhelming power.

This is the safest way to break the deadlock.

My thoughts came to a standstill.

Su Yu stood up and walked out of the training room.

Outside, the sun was shining brightly.

Lin Xiaoxiao was wearing an apron and busy in the kitchen.

Seeing Su Yu come out, she turned her head and a bright smile bloomed on her face.

"You're out of quarantine?"

"Wash your hands quickly, dinner is almost ready."

Su Yu looked at the girl's warm and approachable smile.

A gentle glint flashed in his deep eyes.

The battles raging deep within the starry sky, the immense pressure of the primordial world.

At that moment, he forgot all of that.

"it is good."

Su Yu responded calmly and walked towards the kitchen.

As for the arduous task of earning resources...

Let those two working-class people, Yuan and Canghan, worry about it.

……

The HarmonyOS World.

Black Wind Hill, Stone House.

Yuan, who was resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them.

Beneath the hood, a subtle flicker of emotion flashed in those cold eyes.

"Strive to kill the enemy."

"Earn more Originium."

Yuan stood up and straightened his black robe.

He walked to the window of the stone house and looked out at the dark red wasteland three hundred miles away.

front.

The territory of the Jiuli Witchcraft Tribe.

There was no fear in Yuan's eyes, only pure execution.

In the corner next to it.

Cang Han was still heartbroken and unable to breathe because of the eight lost source stones.

He stared at Yuan's retreating figure, his eyes filled with resentment and malice.

"Stop pretending to be so profound."

Cang Han sneered inwardly.

"Once we get to the battlefield, we'll encounter the elite of the Jiuli Witch Clan."

"Let's see how many blows your lousy body-refining technique can withstand!"

Lin Yan continued to quietly cultivate the "Ember Fire Condensation Technique".

The dark red fire patterns on his body grew even brighter.

Three million years of arduous cultivation was nothing more than a blink of an eye for him.

He firmly believed it.

As long as you proceed steadily and surely.

One day, I will be able to stand at the peak again in this vast primordial world.

The cold wind still blows on Blackwind Hill.

Three ancient gods from the lower realm.

In this vast, higher-dimensional world, they began their own struggles and climbs.

But the real storm.

It's only just begun to take shape.

Time flies.

a few days later.

Three hundred li outside Black Wind Hill lies Burial Bone Slope.

On the dark red gravel ground, three burly corpses lay scattered about.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of blood.

Yuan knelt on one knee, his black robe mostly torn.

His left arm was twisted unnaturally, and bone fragments pierced his skin.

He remained silent.

He simply adjusted his breathing gently, forcefully pressing the wisp of primordial energy that had just gathered in his body onto the wound to stop the bleeding.

Not far away.

Cang Han's situation was even worse.

His already broken sternum collapsed completely at this moment.

Half of his body was smashed, and his ultimate source was as weak as a candle flickering in the wind.

He gritted his teeth and didn't let out a single cry.

Because he knew that screaming on this battlefield would only attract more enemies.

Only Lin Yan was standing.

But he was also at his limit.

His crimson robe was soaked in blood, and dark red ember patterns flickered on his body.

Beneath his feet lay the headless corpse of a member of the Jiuli Wu tribe.

Mid-stage of micro-dust.

This is the opponent they encountered this time.

Two early-stage dust particles, and one mid-stage dust particle.

For the three newly ascended cultivators from the lower realms who hadn't even practiced their cultivation techniques for a few days, this was a one-sided massacre.

If it weren't for Lin Yan.

If it weren't for his willingness to risk the backlash of his own origin and forcibly reverse the "Ember Fire Condensing True Technique".

He instantly detonated the primordial dust that had just condensed within his body.

It transformed into a thin, thread-like extinguishing fire needle that ignored all defenses.

It pierced through the true spirit of that mid-stage scout in the mortal realm.

All three of them will die here today.

"Turn over the corpse."

Lin Yan's voice was hoarse, revealing extreme exhaustion and restraint.

Yuan stood up.

He walked over to the two corpses of the early-stage Micro Dust Realm cultivators.

He practiced the techniques skillfully.

No.

There was nothing there.

The people of the Jiuli Witchcraft Tribe were so poor it was appalling.

Their power lies entirely in their physical bodies and totems; they disdain using external objects.

Yuan remained calm as he drew his short blade.

Knife up and down.

They severed three enormous heads.

Just as he picked up that mid-stage dust head.

Yuan's gaze sharpened slightly.

Beneath the hood, a subtle, unusual glint flashed in his deep eyes.

Not right.

The blood of the warriors of the Jiuli Witch Tribe is extremely viscous and contains profound laws of qi and blood.

Logically speaking, blood of this caliber, falling onto the hard, dark red sand and gravel, should coagulate and gather, and could even be collected as a valuable resource.

But now.

Yuan saw it clearly.

The pools of viscous blood on the ground were seeping into the ground at a visible speed!

It's just like……

There was an invisible, gigantic maw underground, greedily sucking up the blood.

The key is.

Not just blood.

The violent Nine Li totem path contained in the blood is also being drawn away and permeated!