Chapter 1335: Chapter 348: The Path of Breaking the Cocoon, the Way to Ascension

So, the "God Creation Plan" began.

The goal was to research flesh technology and create a new life that could bear our consciousness.

During this time, we also studied the use of the "Original Land."

Every failed attempt during that period wasted a significant amount of Spiritual Resources.

The area where we could move freely was too small, totally insufficient to amass resources for the development of new technology.

This predicament lasted for three hundred years.

Until a terrifying war descended.

The prelude to this war was lightning that tore through the sky.

We hid in our subterranean lair, hearing rumblings above, as if countless mountains were colliding.

Brave clan members who ventured above never returned.

Images transmitted back through the Spirit Network showed mighty creatures blotting out the sky, battling fiercely, each collision causing the earth to split into countless ravines tens of thousands of meters long.

We had never witnessed such a terrifying war.

Tribe conflicts within the Small World appeared as microbial interactions compared to this war, not even on the same dimension.

During this time, the crust shook violently, and we retreated deeper into the earth to avoid the war’s aftermath.

Gradually, clan members ventured to the surface to investigate, sending back images.

Those Strong Clans that usually frightened us were dying in droves in the war, like ants.

And this disaster became the opportunity for our tribe’s rise.

The day the war ended, the world plunged into deathly silence, and we cautiously emerged from the earth, the glaring sunlight stinging our compound eyes.

Once-infinite mountains had vanished, replaced by an endless plain of corpses.

The air was rich with the smell of blood, yet carried an unprecedented intense Qi-Blood, the Life Energy dispersed from countless strong beings upon death.

The war that filled us with terror brought us abundant flesh nutrients, providing endless resources for exploring the future.

We no longer needed to capture weak creatures from Monster World; complete life sequence chains for reference lay across the land.

The war’s conclusion marked the starting point for our clan’s official ascent to the Peak of Monster World.

The powerful beings who died in the war inspired us endlessly.

During this period, we combined technology left by Intelligent Creatures, attempting to craft Rules from the Original Land of our Hometown World.

Using earth as the furnace base, bones as the furnace wall, we created a Life Furnace capable of nurturing new life for us.

After countless attempts, a giant furnace was erected, spanning the entire corpse plain, with the Original Land as its base, Strong Clans’ bones as its skeleton, and surging crimson Energy Flow as its natural ignition.

When the first batch of experimental subjects was placed into the furnace, the entire furnace body trembled.

We selected tens of thousands of complete corpses of war dead from Strong Clans, arranging them in the furnace according to the complementarity of the life sequence.

But every attempt ended in failure.

We never gave up, decomposing the life structures of different strong beings at a microscopic level, clumsily searching for success possibilities.

When the first new life emerged from the plasma, we rejoiced.

This body shed its insect-like form, sporting growth limits we had never reached.

It could bear the consciousness of the clan, only needing to fuse, birthing a brand new tribe.

Yet, we abandoned this new body.

Despite its strong growth potential, it couldn’t touch the perfection we yearned for.

Setting it for the future would limit us to its life ceiling shackles.

Choosing not to means there’s still room for improvement.

In future years, the flames of the Blood Stone Furnace burned even stronger.

We no longer fixated on the success of one body, starting to cultivate thousands of life embryos simultaneously.

But the path to Ascension was far harder than we imagined.

We once thought, by decomposing enough strong beings’ life structures, we could piece together a perfect body.

We dismantled, reorganized, experimented, searching for the optimal solution amidst countless sewn body remnants.

The birth of the first new life gave us hope; it freed itself from the Insect Race’s fragile shell constraints, bearing greater energy and continuing Evolution potential.

Each subsequent new life was optimized based on the previous batch.

Yet we found problems persisted.

The new life’s limit remained locked within known frameworks.

No matter how we optimized, its growth limit couldn’t surpass the strong beings it fused with.

We realized true perfection wasn’t patchwork but breakthrough.

Thus, we continued improving.

The furnace fire burned fiercer.

But five hundred years of effort and Savings still didn’t break this life shackles.

We were not Creator Gods; even with the Blood Stone Furnace’s enhancement, creating a truly perfect life form seemed impossible.

Completely stuck in a development quandary.

Until his appearance brought us hope.

Preliminary battle tests proved his pure body’s abilities differed from every decomposed life form we parsed.

Capturing him for deeper research, we confirmed our conjecture.

His life structure lacked the concept of "limits," inherently carrying infinite possibilities.

The life formula we parsed millions of times seemed childish toys before his life structure.

He was the key we’ve long awaited.

Assisting us in making the leap to Ascension.

The dusty, long-awaited Ascension plan’s final step now unfolded.

We used the Blood Stone Rule as an altar, billions of clan members as kindling.

We forged consciousness into transit flames, melting insect bodies into the "New Me" Ascension stage.

No longer needing anyone’s shell, no longer surviving in the shadows.

Our blood flowed within, supporting the body with our bones... We are countless fused into the: New Me.

Our name is billions resonating within life depths, forged into three characters: Evil Gu Worm.

Bugs turn into dragons, not for soaring amidst clouds but breaking the sky pressing overhead.

The path of ascent will continue.

They say Monster World’s "sky" is a chasm, forever unreachable for insects.

But they forgot, when we crawled out from the rotting earth, we understood how to use claws to dig the first obstructing stone.

This Peak, aside from naturally strong races, also features clans like ours that gnawed a path out from mud, blood, broken bones.

We fear no failure; we’ve experienced countless failures.

...

In the roaring of memory.

Rule as guide, flesh as fuel.

Billions of Evil Gu Worms’ shells collapsed in the Blood Stone Furnace flame, their shell shattered, flesh evaporated, yet at the moment of demise, injected the purest life essence into New Me.

Every drop of blood boiled to become Runes, every nerve burned formed New Me’s path marks.

Their consciousness didn’t dissipate, but under the Rule fire’s forging, like hundreds of rivers converging into a vast consciousness ocean in New Me’s body.

After this, no longer us, but I.

No longer a cluster, but an individual.

Memory intertwines, thoughts resonate, billions of different perceptions collide and reorganize in the furnace, eventually weaving an extraordinary New Me.

When all matter and consciousness gathered.

Deep in the furnace, a pair of indifferent golden eyes slowly opened.

This time, no longer filled with confusion.

"I am, Eternal."

The massive Blood Stone Furnace continually collapsed, finally transformed into a Blood-colored Crystal Stone projection in the humanoid form’s hand.

As for the Rule Origin, it was already integrated within the body.

At that moment, even the Hometown’s Original Land, in accordance with the Evil Gu Insect Clan’s final will, was officially promoted to Rule: Blood Stone.

Evil Gu stood suspended, overlooking the earth, capturing mountains and rivers in its gaze.

Then looked up at Monster World’s boundless sky.

Blood-red hair danced in the wind, its mind flashed countless "I" from decay to Monster World’s long ascent route, a wanton smile appeared at its lips:

"Hungry."