Chinese animation: Starting with Bad Guys

This makes Earth an absolute hub connecting different times and spaces, and it is no exaggeration to call it the common heart of the seven parallel universes.

Such a special status naturally made it a strategic stronghold that powerful races across the myriad realms would fight over.

Over the long course of history, a brutal consensus has formed that once a certain group can completely control the Earth, it is equivalent to dominating the corresponding parallel universe.

Therefore, the flames of war on Earth have never truly subsided.

Countless races rose up here, shining with brilliant civilizations, while countless groups perished here, turning into the dust of history.

Many defeated warriors, in order to preserve the flame of their race's continuation, had no choice but to travel far into space, carrying their humiliation and resentment, to search for a new home in the deep universe.

The wolf pack, however, never even had the chance for such a "dignified" retreat.

In the deep-seated prejudices of other races, werewolves are heretics who must be completely eradicated, the embodiment of darkness and destruction, and the only way to deal with them is to exterminate them without any leeway.

The size of the Earth has always been a relative concept, depending on the observer's and measurer's own capabilities.

For Qin Chuan at this moment, the land beneath his feet, which has borne countless legends and tears, does indeed seem very small.

With a slight thought, his boundless energy flowed naturally, and his figure blurred almost instantly, crossing continents and oceans to appear on the edge of the Phoenix Clan's territory.

With the vast power he now possesses, and the fact that he has begun to attempt to touch and condense a nebula, he dares not claim to be invincible in the seven parallel universes, but in this territory that the Phoenix Clan has cultivated for countless years, he can certainly be said to be able to come and go freely.

At the border of the territory, the Phoenix warriors, dressed in magnificent armor and patrolling symbolically, were completely unaware of his arrival.

Qin Chuan did not deliberately conceal his aura, because these guards were too lax and complacent.

Perhaps it was the glory and sense of superiority they had long enjoyed as the number one race in the underworld that had permeated their very being, making them subconsciously believe that no one would dare to challenge the majesty of the Phoenix Clan or offend this sacred territory.

This pervasive sense of slackness saved Qin Chuan a lot of trouble.

Although he aims to unify the strife-ridden underworld and end this long era of war, and is destined to have a showdown with the Phoenix Clan, who is the greatest obstacle to the world, his purpose in this journey is not to kill, but to seek a glimmer of opportunity for his own breakthrough.

If the goal can be achieved without bloodshed, that would naturally be the best choice.

He was like an invisible and intangible breeze, drifting silently deep into the heart of the Phoenix Clan.

His powerful perception spread silently like mercury, and he was preparing to find a suitable target, perhaps a lone Phoenix Clan member who seemed to have some status or knowledge in the clan, in order to "inquire" about the location of their treasure trove of ancient books and secret teachings.

"who are you?"

A voice suddenly came from the flower bushes to the side, with a touch of girlish gentleness, but more so with the wariness of a newborn calf unafraid of tigers, breaking the tranquility of the area.

Qin Chuan paused slightly and glanced to the side.

A young girl dressed in a delicate light pink dress stood beside a strange plant that radiated a dreamy halo. Her face was covered by a thin veil of the same color, obscuring most of her features.

Only a pair of eyes, clear as a mountain stream, were looking at him with undisguised curiosity and scrutiny.

She possessed extremely rare, long pink hair, like newly blossoming cherry blossoms. Even more striking was the aura emanating from her—pure and ethereal, completely different from the murderous Phoenix warriors around her, as if she were an innocent elf.

The pink-haired girl seemed to have exceptionally sharp senses, directly pointing out the difference between his energy fluctuations and those of the Phoenix Clan: "The energy on your body... you are not one of our clan."

Qin Chuan met her gaze calmly, showing neither panic at being discovered nor feigned friendliness, but simply admitting, "Just passing by."

His straightforward admission only intensified the curiosity in the pink-haired girl's eyes.

She grew up in the core area of ​​her clan's territory, where she was protected by many layers of protection. Almost everything she heard and saw was from her own clan.

To her, outsiders existed only in the stern admonitions of the elders and in stories depicted as demons.

At that moment, a living, breathing foreign man with a powerful aura stood before her. She discovered that he was not the "blue-faced, fanged" and "fierce and vicious" man described in the legends.

On the contrary, he stood tall and straight like a pine tree, with a cold and stern face. Beneath that unfathomable calm lay a heart-stopping sense of power, and even his unique temperament made her feel that he was surprisingly pleasing to the eye.

"What ethnic group are you from?"

The girl couldn't help but take a small step forward, her voice tinged with barely perceptible excitement at encountering something new.

Qin Chuan's answer remained concise and unadorned.

"Wolves?!"

The pink-haired girl instinctively covered her mouth, letting out a soft gasp. Her eyes widened instantly, filled with disbelief.

She looked Qin Chuan up and down again, her gaze as if she were examining an object completely beyond her comprehension.

"You...you are really a wolf?"

Seeing her reaction, Qin Chuan's lips curled into a faint, yet somewhat mocking, sneer, and he asked:

"What, do you think I'm different from those legendary souls who are inherently bloodthirsty, come from the dark abyss, and only bring destruction?"

The girl nodded almost instinctively.

In the mindset instilled in her from childhood, the wolf clan was synonymous with savagery, ferocity, and evil; the root of all turmoil and darkness in the underworld; and an existence that all members of the Phoenix Clan needed to be constantly vigilant against and prepared to eliminate.

Qin Chuan had no intention of wasting his breath correcting this prejudice that had persisted for countless generations; his time was limited and his goal was clear.

His tone turned cold, deliberately carrying a clear threat: "Since you know we are dark and bloodthirsty, then cooperate obediently. Now, take me to where you store your ancient texts and secret teachings. Otherwise,"

As he spoke, his gaze swept over the girl's slender neck, "I can't guarantee that your pure life energy won't arouse the interest of the 'dark' power within me."

The pink-haired girl seemed startled by this blatant threat, her body shrank slightly, and she instinctively took half a step back, asking in a low voice:

"You...you want to read our books? You're not here to cause trouble or...steal things?"

Qin Chuan confirmed, his tone leaving no room for doubt.

The girl blinked her clear, large eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings.

She seemed completely unprepared for the fact that this powerful wolf clan, which had intruded into the heart of their territory, had such an unusual purpose.

Not fighting, not destruction, but looking at those ancient books covered in dust.

A strong sense of curiosity overwhelmed her natural fear and vigilance.

She hesitated for a moment, perhaps sensing that Qin Chuan didn't seem ready to act immediately, or perhaps drawn by his strange request, and actually nodded:

"Okay... alright... I'll take you there. But you have to promise me you won't damage any of the books inside; they're all very precious."

Led by the pink-haired girl, Qin Chuan easily bypassed several seemingly tight but actually flawed patrol lines and arrived at an ancient and magnificent building.

Rather than calling it a treasure trove, it's more accurate to describe it as a temple of knowledge.

The building is constructed of massive white stone slabs, covered with vines that bear the marks of time, exuding a tranquil and timeless atmosphere.

The guards here are sparser, which shows that the Phoenix Clan values ​​the respect for and inheritance of knowledge more than simply guarding with force.

To avoid any unforeseen complications, Qin Chuan unhesitatingly unleashed his powerful spiritual consciousness upon entering the library.

An invisible wave of thought swept across the towering bookshelves like a surging tide, and a vast amount of information titles and summaries flowed and filtered rapidly through his mind.

To his slight surprise, his mental energy locked onto a classic book that was casually placed on a high shelf in a corner with almost no trouble.

The book emitted an extremely faint yet incredibly ancient energy fluctuation, completely out of place with the surrounding books.

He moved slightly and appeared in front of the bookshelf in the next moment, reaching out to take down the thick-covered ancient book covered with a thin layer of dust.

There was no name on the book cover, only some faint, indistinct dark patterns. He quickly flipped through it and soon understood why the book had been so neglected.

This is not a systematic cultivation manual or outline of techniques; rather, it is more like a collection of notes left by a supreme expert in the history of the Phoenix Clan who successfully entered the Nebula Body realm.

Most of the content consists of personal insights and scattered notes about the origin of the universe, the true meaning of life, and the power of belief. The writing is obscure, full of subjective assumptions and leaps in thought, and there is indeed no step-by-step method to guide future generations in condensing nebulae.

However, for Qin Chuan, who was already standing at the threshold, this was exactly what he needed!

What he needed was no longer the steps to follow the map, but the unique perspective and spiritual insights from someone of equal strength.

He needs these fragmented flashes of personal wisdom to draw parallels, validate the path he has explored, and ignite that final spark of inspiration.

He devoured every word in the notes, especially the mysterious descriptions of how immense energy could perfectly combine with immortal will to ultimately trigger a qualitative change in the level of life, which captivated him and sparked numerous flashes of inspiration in his mind.

After deeply imprinting the essence of the entire notebook, along with that unique artistic conception and insight, into the depths of his soul, Qin Chuan gently closed the book, carefully brushed away the fingerprints that had just been on the cover, and precisely put it back in its original place, as if no one had ever touched it.

He glanced at the pink-haired girl beside him, who had been waiting quietly with a mixture of nervousness and curiosity in her eyes. He neither thanked her nor made any further threats.

He merely nodded slightly, then his figure flickered and, like a ghost, disappeared into the shadows deep within the library, vanishing without a trace. He came abruptly and left with the same nonchalance.

The pink-haired girl stared blankly at the spot where he had stood, where a cold and powerful aura still seemed to linger in the air.

She walked to the bookshelf, stood on tiptoe, and gently stroked the cover of the ancient book that had just been read, brushing away a speck of dust with her fingertips.

The curiosity that had been in her eyes did not fade with Qin Chuan's departure; instead, it rippled like a stone thrown into a lake, growing ever more intense.

This mysterious and powerful wolf man was terrifyingly strong, his calmness bordered on ruthlessness, and his purpose was clear yet imbued with an indescribable purity, completely different from the image of a foreigner she had been instilled with since childhood.

What kind of person is he?

Are wolves truly, as the legends suggest, embodiments of pure darkness and destruction?

A seed called "curiosity," even mixed with a hint of a desire to explore, was quietly planted deep in her heart, which had never been touched by outsiders.

Chapter 7 We exist to become stronger!

After the Phoenix Clan Library quietly returned to the Wolf Clan's settlement, Qin Chuan once again entered a deep state of seclusion.

Inside the quiet room, all was silent except for his steady breathing and heartbeat, like the regular pulse of the universe.

The notes left by the Phoenix Clan's Nebula Body Supreme, though not a specific cultivation manual, were full of wisdom, like a lighthouse in the night, illuminating the obscure areas on his path and pointing him toward a higher dimension.

Those profound insights into the vastness of the universe, the purity of belief, and the nature of energy were nothing short of enlightening for Qin Chuan, and their help was immense.

He cleared his mind of all distractions, immersing himself completely in the subject, repeatedly pondering and verifying it, unaware of the passage of time.

Finally, at a certain moment, a flash of inspiration pierced through his sea of ​​consciousness like lightning, and the layers of fog were suddenly cleared away, revealing the core essence of the Nebula Body clearly before his eyes.

It is not fundamentally different from Super Beast Armed Forces. In essence, they are both external manifestations of their own incomparably powerful will and beliefs!

Super Beast Armament is the initial combination of belief and alien energy, shaping a physical form of a giant beast, becoming a powerful weapon for conquest and slaughter.

Nebula bodies elevate this manifestation to a higher dimension, almost like the "Tao," representing the ultimate sublimation and concentration of belief and energy. They are a grand projection of personal will breaking free from the constraints of the physical body on a vast cosmic scale!

Having grasped this point, Qin Chuan felt a sudden sense of clarity, as if he had pushed open a door to a new world.

All the previous confusion and bottlenecks vanished in an instant.

The specific method for condensing a nebula has already been clearly outlined in his mind.

Guided by the indestructible and perfectly integrated power of the mind, like the most precise scalpel, it deconstructs the super beast's armed form, completely dismantling, refining, and reshaping it, liberating it from the shackles of the beast form, and pushing it towards a more magnificent form that is closer to the origin of cosmic energy.

That is the Nebula Body!

The purer and firmer one's belief, the more boundless and powerful the external energy one can control and transform.

Only when this belief is strong enough to support the terrifying energy of five black holes undergoing this fundamental reshaping and leap can the condensation of a nebula become possible.