Chapter 1334: Chapter 348: The Path of Breaking the Cocoon, the Way of Advancement

The intelligent creatures had long discovered the limitations of the world. They had been constantly researching how to refine the world’s origin energy and even drew diagrams of channels that crossed space.

It just hadn’t been put into practice before we exterminated their race.

This might be a way to save our clans: refine the world and traverse space.

Using the intelligent creatures’ technology, transform the entire world into original land and take it away from here.

This is a grand gamble.

Refining the world means completely destroying the homeland we depend on for survival, but without doing this, only extinction awaits us.

Following the methods left behind by the intelligent creatures, we built a refining array at the center of the world.

The Insect Kings personally presided over the array eye, using their consciousness to guide the flow of origin energy.

It was a process more painful than evolution; every guidance would turn the bodies of the Insect Kings into part of the energy, merging into the light of the refining array.

When the first wisp of origin energy was extracted, the collapse of the world began.

Ash continuously fell from the sky, as if the world was weeping.

We witnessed the earth withering at a visibly fast speed, mountains turning into torrents of energy flowing into the array eye, yet there was no hesitation.

At that moment, we gained an understanding.

Perhaps, in the eyes of our ancestors, the "end" wasn’t a fixed place but the hope that our race could continue endlessly.

When the last piece of land turned into a glowing fragment that integrated into the core, only one piece of splendid glowing land remained of the world, while many of our clansmen were simultaneously refined in the process.

According to the diagrams provided by the intelligent creatures, we used the last energy to activate the space channel and opened the teleportation.

At the other end of the channel was a scene we had never seen before.

A sky broader than our hometown world, streaming with colorful clouds, and the energy in the air was so dense it almost condensed into liquid... Later, we learned this world was called the Monster World.

At the moment of descending into the Monster World, we hovered in mid-air, looking down at the sprawling mountains and forests below.

At that time, we only had a piece of original homeland, the condensed weight of the entire hometown world, and our last legacy across life and death.

The path not completed by intelligent creatures was continued by us "evil worms".

Upon initial contact with this world, we felt its vastness.

And a new struggle and climb was about to begin.

This time, we would still fight for evolution and survival.

On this new land, we had to survive until we reached the summit of the world again.

But the cruelty of the Monster World far exceeded our imagination.

In this place, the strong clans were numerous, and those races inherently powerful were born with divine power, able to cause mountain crumbles and earthquakes with a mere gesture.

We, being weak, were nothing more than insignificant ants in their eyes.

The limit of life expectancy was like an insurmountable mountain; the threat of extinction loomed over us at any moment.

Every conflict with the strong clans ended with us being easily crushed.

We helplessly watched our clansmen’s corpses pile up like mountains, and fear and despair spread throughout our clan.

Yet, there was only one reason we repeatedly survived.

The powerful clans simply didn’t consider whether the few of us remaining could pose any threat, unwilling to waste time eradicating us completely.

This was war in our eyes, but in the strong clans’ eyes, it was merely a nuisance easily crushed with a foot.

Perhaps because the resources in this world were too abundant, we held no value in the eyes of the strong clans.

They even felt that taking action against us was a waste of time.

We didn’t care about this scorn, only thankful we survived.

But we would not submit because of it.

After repeated defeats, the Insect Kings gathered and once again embarked on the painful choice of evolution.

We needed to break through, or we would remain at the bottom of this world forever.

The Insect Kings believed our shortcomings were the fragility of our life form and life structure, incomparable to the races of the Monster World.

We could never touch the power the surrounding strong clans had at birth.

The sewn body technique, although a shortcut to becoming stronger, was like drinking poison to quench thirst, unable to break through the limits.

Our strength was completely limited by the strength of the blood and flesh we collected.

The Insect Kings believed we needed to change our life form and become a new life with a better life structure than the descendants of the strong clans.

The information stones left by the intelligent life contained vast knowledge.

The Insect Kings found a technique in these that was similar to a sewn body life.

By smelting different ores to create metal, they could create a mechanical body capable of uploading and carrying consciousness.

This was a technology designed specifically for the severely injured, allowing them to continue living with a mechanical body.

This technology gave us inspiration.

But during testing, we seemed to choose the wrong path.

We tried injecting consciousness into the mechanical puppets we created, and those bodies crafted from spiritual ore indeed could carry consciousness flows.

But our consciousness, like a flowing insect swarm, needed the flexible containment of a container, while the rigid structure of a mechanical body would only shatter the consciousness in collisions.

Forcing the mechanical body to fight would tear consciousness into countless fragments by the energy flowing through the circuits.

We realized that mechanics are lifeless, and only flesh suits us best.

Ores might be smelted into fixed shapes, but flesh could grow, adapt, and evolve in the smelting process.

This is also our clan’s innate talent: blood manipulation.

We didn’t need a mere vessel to carry consciousness, but a fleshly body coexisting with consciousness, allowing it to become a true: new self.