Blood Ancestor let out a heart-wrenching scream while cursing with his last ounce of strength.

His consciousness was gradually eroded as he was being devoured.

His voice, which started out shrill, grew weaker and weaker, more and more indistinct...

Until the very end.

As the last wisp of blood mist was inhaled, this sealed-off world finally returned to complete tranquility.

Blood Ancestor, this powerful figure from the ancient ruins, was annihilated, leaving not even a trace of his existence.

In mid-air.

Mr. Duan closed his eyes, savoring the newly surging, pure, and vast life essence within his body.

A moment later, he opened his eyes, a satisfied, bloodshot glint in them.

He raised his hand, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and put on his polite smile again. Facing the empty space ahead, he said softly:

"Thank you for your hospitality."

very good.

He raised his head, his gaze passing over the devastated Falling Star Valley and looking towards the distant horizon.

The first one has been successfully absorbed.

"Then absorb the old guys in the remaining seven ruins as well..."

Mr. Duan's lips parted into a sinister smile, his voice low and menacing, like the murmur of a devil.

"At that time, even the Heavenly Dao will be unable to do anything to me."

However, just as he was basking in the exhilaration of his growing strength and the boundless anticipation of the future, the smile on Mr. Duan's face suddenly froze.

His calm face suddenly furrowed, as if he had sensed some unexpected change.

"Um?"

He let out a soft, questioning sound, and a rare look of surprise, anger, and bewilderment flashed in his deep eyes.

The next second, his figure vanished into thin air as if he had never existed, leaving not a trace of energy fluctuation.

...

High on a solitary peak in the distant sky, Archbishop Andrew and his few knights of the Holy Judgment were still immersed in the devastating scene they had witnessed, unable to shake it off for a long time.

That world-destroying thunder dragon, powerful enough to annihilate everything...

That utterly unreasonable, rule-above-the-rules-of-fact time freeze and spatial blockade...

Finally, there was that terrifying scene of swallowing up billions of blood mists...

All of this, like the most terrifying nightmare, is deeply imprinted on the depths of their souls.

A young Holy Judgment Knight swallowed hard, his voice hoarse and dry with fear: "Your... Your Excellency the Archbishop... what... what kind of monster is that?"

"He...he can even withstand divine punishment head-on!"

What terrified them most was that they had initially thought this mysterious powerful figure was in league with the ancient monster that had awakened in the ruins.

However, after joining forces to defeat the will of Heaven, this man turned against the terrifying being known as "Blood Ancestor" without hesitation, and cruelly devoured him like livestock!

That coldness, that indifference, that attitude of regarding all things as food, is even more chilling than the Blood Ancestor's naked madness.

Archbishop Andrew's expression was extremely solemn. He stared intently in the direction where Mr. Duan had disappeared, his eyes filled with apprehension and confusion.

Another trusted subordinate couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "Sir, what exactly is the background of this man? I have never heard of him before, nor have I ever seen him in any books. How can there be such a terrifying existence in this world?"

Andrew remained silent for a long time before slowly shaking his head, his tone carrying a sense of powerlessness that even he himself was unaware of.

"have no idea......"

He let out a long sigh, his gaze growing increasingly profound.

"perhaps......"

"As for this man's origins and the truth behind all these changes, only the lofty Holy Lord in the entire Free Federation would know even a little bit about it..."

...

at the same time.

Mr. Duan's figure appeared at the bottom of a dark, unfathomable abyss.

This is the darkest side of the world, a void where even light cannot reach.

However, at this moment, this absolute darkness was illuminated by a dazzling light, making it as bright as day.

The source of the light was an ancient tree at the bottom of the abyss, so huge it was unimaginable.

—The Sacred Tree of Origin!

It is rooted in the void, its canopy extending infinitely upwards, as if connecting to another dimension.

But at this moment, this sacred tree, which should have been radiating life and holiness, was trembling violently.

It radiated an unprecedented, even somewhat mad, dazzling light, and even the translucent, amber-like fruits on the tree flickered in and out of the light.

Upon closer inspection, a blurry human figure is imprisoned within each fruit.

These figures are the remnant souls of top-tier powerhouses that Mr. Duan painstakingly collected from various eras.

Now, these remnant souls are being washed by the violent light of the sacred tree, emitting silent wails of extreme pain.

Their souls are becoming thinner and more transparent at a visible rate, as if they could be completely "digested" at any moment.

Seeing this, Mr. Duan's eternally unchanging mask of composure was finally shattered.

His brows furrowed deeply, and his eyes were filled with barely suppressed rage.

He took a step forward, and his figure instantly appeared in front of the massive trunk of the Origin Tree. He looked up at the dazzling canopy and uttered a cold, piercing question.

"source!"

"What are you doing?!"

...

In Zhou Huai's spiritual world.

Everything remained peaceful and serene.

He sat cross-legged beneath an equally enormous white tree, his eyes closed, his expression serene.

The giant tree gently drooped its thousands of branches, continuously channeling streams of pure, milky-white energy into Zhou Huai's body.

At this moment, Zhou Huai was immersed in a wonderful feeling he had never experienced before.

Under the baptism of this energy, he could clearly "hear" a series of crisp "crackling" sounds coming from the depths of his soul.

It was as if countless invisible shackles were being broken off, one by one.

The rules that once bound him, the rules of the "professional" system, the ironclad laws of the bottom of this world, are being brutally yet gently washed away, dismantled, and reshaped by this higher-dimensional force!

Zhou Huai had a strong premonition.

From that moment on, I felt like I really had become different.

He is no longer the "player" who needs to rely on the system and his clone.

He is undergoing the most thorough transformation towards a completely new, unknown, and truly "himself" level of life!

However, just as his consciousness was immersed in this transformative sublimation, about to touch the barrier of that higher realm—

A trembling voice, filled with panic and urgency, belonging to a mother, exploded in the depths of his mind without warning!

"not good!"

"Duan is back!"