Chapter 362: The Origin Land

During this recent period, Yuan had not been in a good mood. After all, the Native Primordial Lifeform Faction had spared no cost in attempting to completely annihilate the Cultivator Faction. The war situation was dire—many world clusters had fallen, numerous Source Worlds had been devoured, and countless living beings had perished!

As the Lord with the highest prestige in the entire Cultivator Faction, how could Yuan possibly feel at ease?

Even though his main combat avatar fought without regard for cost, the overall disparity in strength between the two sides was simply too great!

“Luo Feng.” Yuan looked at the young junior before him, and his mood finally eased slightly. He praised, “You are the 93rd cultivator in the entire history of the Cultivator Faction to reach the ‘Half-Step Fusion Path.’”

Only upon hearing this did Luo Feng truly realize how rare a Half-Primordial Fusion Path Cultivator was.

From what he knew, the territory of the Cultivator Faction was vast, encompassing numerous world clusters. Its history was so long that weak cultivators who had not escaped the Cage could hardly comprehend it.

Across the entire territory of the Cultivator Faction, throughout endless ages, fewer than a hundred had reached his current level.

“Your mental will has also broken free from the Cage,” Yuan said. “To possess both is even rarer. Reaching World-level Primordial Lifeform will not be difficult for you.”

Seeing such an outstanding junior appear, Yuan felt somewhat gratified.

But it still could not affect the overall situation! Even if ten World-level Primordial Lifeforms appeared, it would not change the course of the war in the slightest.

“When the Cultivator Faction was weak, they could still tolerate us, considering how troublesome we Lords are.”

“But now, they clearly no longer intend to tolerate us.”

Yuan understood this very well.

A long, long time ago—

All Source Worlds were merely food for the Native Primordial Lifeforms! That was the darkest era for cultivators. Each Source World that was devoured meant the extinction of countless lives, like an unavoidable catastrophe.

When a Source World was consumed, the Infinite Primordial Space would eventually give birth to a new one.

The Native Primordial Lifeforms had an abundant supply of ‘food,’ and they had grown accustomed to such a way of life.

Later, the first Primordial Lord, Yuan, appeared. He grasped the highest level of power within the Infinite Primordial Space. With countless avatars and an almost immortal existence, he allowed the Cultivator Faction to live slightly better lives. He did his best to protect sufficient territory. With his might that shook the Infinite Primordial Space and his undying nature, the many Primordial Ancestors of the Native Primordial Lifeform Faction acknowledged his right to occupy a portion of territory, and both sides coexisted peacefully.

But as endless years passed, the number of Lords within the Cultivator Faction gradually increased. The territory they occupied grew larger and larger. Conflicts between the two sides intensified.

Wars broke out multiple times! The Lords were powerful enough to successively kill more than ten Primordial Ancestors!

But this time…

It was the largest war in history! The Native Primordial Lifeform Faction had launched the war at all costs! The Lords were struggling to resist.

“Luo Feng, the cultivators who were previously guided were all sent to the Origin Land,” Yuan explained with a smile. “The Origin Land is also the most important core location of our Cultivator Faction. I will take you there now.”

“Thank you, Senior Yuan,” Luo Feng said respectfully.

“Let’s go.”

With a wave of his hand, Yuan took Luo Feng and departed instantly.

Qiugē and Yifeiya saw them off respectfully.

“The next time we see Fellow Daoist Luo Feng, he may already be a World-level Primordial,” Qiugē said.

“I wonder whether this war will have ended by the time he reaches that level,” Yifeiya added. As the lowest-ranking participants in the war, they were equally concerned about its outcome.

……

Infinite Primordial Space.

Yuan carried Luo Feng forward at extreme speed.

“Hu.”

The speed far exceeded Luo Feng’s usual teleportation. The scenery ahead became distorted, and he could not see any Source World clearly.

Yuan looked ahead in silence.

Luo Feng could sense that Yuan was in a bad mood.

By Earth’s measure of time, they traveled for a full two hours, yet Yuan did not say a single word.

Luo Feng did not disturb him. He understood… although Yuan appeared to be traveling with him, his other avatars were likely handling critical matters!

“We’ve arrived ahead,” Yuan finally spoke. “The Origin Land was originally a mysterious place born within the Infinite Primordial Space. It has been refined and reinforced multiple times by several of us Lords! Later, the Lord Xingmang relocated the Origin Land to a hidden location.”

Hu!

Luo Feng sensed the surrounding spacetime twisting violently.

“Xingmang possesses the highest mastery over spacetime in the entire Infinite Primordial Space,” Yuan said with a faint smile. “The hidden location he chose is nearly impossible for the Native Primordial Lifeform Faction to find, no matter how hard they try.”

Amid chaotic spacetime, Yuan skillfully led Luo Feng through layers of obstruction, eventually arriving at a stable region.

“Hmm?”

Luo Feng saw it.

This was a vast and peaceful land. The energy here was incomparably dense—so much so that much of it had condensed into solid form, becoming soil, rocks, and vegetation, while some formed liquid streams.

The abundance of energy here far exceeded even the cultivation cave dwellings of the Large Hunyuan Hall.

“The Origin Land alone can supply sufficient energy for the Lords,” Yuan said. “Supporting other cultivators is even easier.”

Luo Feng also saw figures flying across the sky and earth. Each one emitted a terrifying aura—they were all existences that had escaped the Cage.

“In the Origin Land, aside from those like you who are about to break free from the Cage, there are over 80 million High-Rank Primordial Lifeforms, 237 World-level Primordial Lifeforms, and 7 Lords,” Yuan said while looking at Luo Feng. “All cultivators who have escaped the Cage—so long as they are alive—have avatars here.”

“These are all the powerhouses of our Cultivator Faction,” Yuan said.

Luo Feng memorized these numbers carefully.

Over 80 million High-Rank Primordial Lifeforms, 237 World-level Primordial Lifeforms, and 7 Lords—this was the entirety of the Cultivator Faction’s strength that deterred all sides within the Infinite Primordial Space.

“Within our territory, a large number of Native Primordial Lifeforms also exist,” Yuan continued. “And from past wars, we have captured many of them.”

Luo Feng nodded.

Given the vastness of the Cultivator territory, it was only natural that many Native Primordial Lifeforms had arisen there.

“Those that resist stubbornly become our cultivation resources,” Yuan said. “The rest all submit. Among the submitted Native Primordial Lifeforms, there are over 50 billion High-Rank Primordial Lifeforms and 137 World-level Primordial Lifeforms.”

Luo Feng could not help but say, “Over 50 billion?”

The number was astonishing. The Cultivator Faction itself had fewer than 100 million High-Rank Primordial Lifeforms in total!

Yuan sighed softly. “This is the terrifying aspect of the Native Primordial Lifeforms. They are the most numerous race in the entire Infinite Primordial Space, spread everywhere. Those who have submitted to us are only a very small portion.”

Even this “very small portion” already amounted to over 50 billion High-Rank Primordial Lifeforms and 137 World-level Primordial Lifeforms.

“They are simply too numerous—High-Rank, World-level, and even Primordial Ancestors alike,” Yuan said, shaking his head.

“The ones who submit have their Life Cores fully refined and controlled,” Yuan added. “If they serve obediently, they are allowed to live. The moment they show signs of betrayal, they are executed immediately.”

Luo Feng nodded.

Yuan’s stance was clear—

Refine them into servants! Betrayal meant death!

“Our number of powerful cultivators is too small,” Yuan said, looking at Luo Feng. “We cannot afford even the slightest mercy toward the opposing faction.”

“I understand,” Luo Feng replied.

“If one day, our Cultivator Faction is completely defeated and all territories fall, this ‘Origin Land’ will be our final hope,” Yuan said softly.

Luo Feng understood.

The situation had already become so severe that Yuan and the others had prepared for the possibility of total territorial loss.

At that point, all cultivators who had escaped the Cage, along with the most elite, would reside in the Origin Land, quietly accumulating strength. Over long years, perhaps a few more Lords would emerge, giving them hope of reclaiming their territory!

“Senior Yuan, has the situation truly reached this point?” Luo Feng asked softly.

If everything fell… what would happen to his homeland, the Origin Continent? What about his family and loved ones?

“You reaching World-level Primordial will not be difficult,” Yuan said, looking at Luo Feng. “You will become a core member of our Cultivator Faction. I won’t hide it from you—the current situation is already very bad. The best outcome is losing more than half of our territory.”

“The worst outcome is losing everything.”

Yuan looked at Luo Feng. “You don’t need to think too much. Even if you become a World-level Primordial Lifeform, you cannot influence the overall situation. This war is primarily handled by the seven of us Lords.”

One side was the most numerous race in the entire Infinite Primordial Space.

The other side had seven Lords—each a being who had mastered the highest level of power!

At present, nearly all forces within the Infinite Primordial Space were watching this war.

“As for your home Source World,” Yuan said, “once a world cluster falls, the Native Primordial Lifeform Faction will prioritize attacking the Source World where the Master of the Source World resides. Your homeland will also be among their priority targets.”

Luo Feng’s heart trembled.

“If it falls, we will try our best to relocate part of the population,” Yuan said. “But with countless Source Worlds, we cannot save them all.”

Yuan was already treating Luo Feng as a future World-level Primordial Lifeform.

After all, possessing both ‘Half-Primordial Fusion Path’ and ‘mental will that has broken the Cage’ meant that refining a World-level Primordial Bloodline was highly achievable.

Hu! Hu!

As Yuan spoke with Luo Feng, they continued flying. Luo Feng also took the opportunity to observe the Origin Land.

“The Lords are very busy. The Origin Land is managed by the World-level Primordial Lifeforms,” Yuan said. “Of course, you have not yet escaped the Cage, so you bear no responsibilities. Your only task is cultivation!”

“The island ahead is ‘Hunyuan Island.’ All cultivators who have not escaped the Cage reside there,” Yuan pointed. “There are over 80,000 Half-Primordial cultivators on the island.”

“Among them, you are the only Fusion Path cultivator.”

Hunyuan Island was vast. At its center stood a towering mountain that pierced through the clouds, with a large cave dwelling at its peak.

From the summit, one could overlook the entire island—and even most of the Origin Land.

“This will be your cave dwelling in the Origin Land,” Yuan said, bringing Luo Feng down before it.

“That is—”

“Senior Yuan?”

On Hunyuan Island, countless Invincible Existences gathered—those guided here from various world clusters. Over long years, more than 80,000 had accumulated.

At this moment, they saw the legendary Senior Yuan bringing a black-robed, black-haired man toward the cave dwelling atop the mountain.

“Those who reside at the summit are all beings with the potential to become World-level Primordial Lifeforms,” they all knew this clearly.