443: Opening up a new small world

Three months had passed.

The Demon Race army had been replaced several times, and while reinforcements continued to pour in from the rear, their morale was far from what it once was.

That gray sword light seemed to have become an unfillable abyss, an unkillable nightmare.

Within the sword light, Lu Jiuyuan's consciousness flickered between clarity and haziness amidst the endless slaughter and devouring.

The 129,600 Small Worlds within his inner landscape, under the frantic infusion of this massive amount of resources, had expanded and evolved to an astonishing degree; many of the Small Worlds had even begun to give birth to vague, primitive projections of will.

Half a year.

When this slaughter feast, tragic to the extreme, had lasted for a full half-year.

The entire Blood War Plane - Sector 73 had completely changed its appearance.

The land was fragmented, covered in crisscrossing, bottomless sword marks and energy-corroded craters; the original geographical features had long since disappeared.

The sky was perpetually shrouded in chaotic energy turbulence and undissipated Devilish Qi smoke and dust, devoid of sun or moon.

The air was filled with an inseparable stench of blood, a burnt smell, and a strange, pure energy aura that felt like the birth of a world—that was the essence remaining after excessive refining.

The corpses of the Demon Race... there were no corpses.

Only occasionally could one see, deep within some massive fissures, a few bone remnants or fragments of Demon Race artifacts that hadn't been completely refined, proving that endless members of the Demon Race had once existed here.

And the Demon Race army... that terrifying legion that once blotted out the sky and numbered in the billions, now only had sparse, broken-spirited remnants left, their eyes filled only with boundless fear and numbness.

At this moment, in the center of the battlefield.

That gray sword light finally slowed to a halt.

The light gradually retracted and condensed, reforming Lu Jiuyuan's figure.

He stood there, shirtless, radiating a bronze color—a metallic texture that seemed polished by infinite years and contained explosive power. His muscle lines were smooth and perfect, as if every inch contained the power of a Small World.

His eyes were as deep as the starry sky and as calm as an ancient well.

He slowly raised his hand and looked at his palm.

Beneath his skin, it felt as if billions of stars were slowly rotating along mysterious trajectories.

Half a year...

He spoke, his voice slightly hoarse but carrying a strange magnetism.

How many did I kill? One billion? Two billion? I can't remember...

Lu Jiuyuan bowed respectfully toward the sky:

Thank you, Fellow Daoist, for helping me! Thank you for helping me store enough energy!

His tone carried a hint of relief and anticipation.

Over the past half-year, he had been like the greediest, most tyrannical glutton, frantically hunting, devouring, and refining within the energy ocean composed of billions of the Demon Race.

Every slain Demon soul, every wisp of refined Devilish Qi, and every sliver of stripped Law fragment was frantically absorbed, stored, and compressed by the 129,600 Small Worlds within his body.

Now, each of these 129,600 Small Worlds had been completely filled and stretched to the limit by the Origin power of the world, which was vast to the extreme, pure to the extreme, and had even begun to autonomously derive a hazy will!

Within his body, they were like 129,600 micro-stars about to explode, emitting heart-palpitating energy fluctuations, resonating and compressing against each other, emitting silent roars.

The number of one yuan is the Foundation.

Lu Jiuyuan slowly closed his eyes, his mind sinking completely into the inner landscape within him, which was as vast as the Universe and as violent as a volcano about to erupt.

One yuan evolves into ten thousand phenomena; ten thousand phenomena return to one yuan.

1.296 billion particles—only one ten-thousandth have been opened up; it's far from enough!

To obtain infinite power, one must have an infinite Foundation.

Today, I shall use the billions of resources accumulated from half a year of slaughter, and the 129,600 one yuan Foundation of Perfection as the catalyst...

His thoughts moved like lightning. The vast and mighty Origin power of the world within him, which was almost about to burst him apart, suddenly began to rotate, compress, and condense frantically along a trajectory so mysterious it was indescribable, as if it aligned with the supreme truths of the Universe!

The Dao gives birth to One, One gives birth to Two, Two gives birth to Three, and Three gives birth to all things!

My one yuan shall evolve into ten thousand phenomena!

Turn the void into reality, borrow the false to become true! Inner landscape particles, follow my will—Open!

Boom—!

It was as if ten thousand suns had exploded within him simultaneously!

Or as if the singularity of the entire Universe was being forcibly birthed and expanded by him at this moment!

Lu Jiuyuan's body suddenly erupted with boundless Chaos brilliance!

This light was not gold, not red, not gray, nor any known color, but the source of all colors, the prototype of all matter, the beginning of all Law!

Wherever the light passed, the residual chaotic energy on the battlefield, the broken Laws, and even space itself seemed to be assimilated, absorbed, and merged into this world-creating Chaos!

With him as the center, within a radius of ten thousand li, an absolute Domain of Chaos suddenly formed, one that even light and Divine Thought could not penetrate!

Within the Domain, time seemed to stand still, space lost its meaning, and only the most primitive, most violent energy evolution and particle opening remained!

Hum! Hum! Hum! Hum! Hum—!

Uncountable, dense, and strange humming sounds, which seemed to merge into a single eternal trembling sound, emanated from that Chaos Domain.

That was not sound; that was the rules vibrating, the Origin cheering, and existence itself being forcibly replicated and created!

In every instant, thousands upon thousands of brand-new, tiny-to-the-point-of-nothingness, yet infinite-possibility-containing particles opened up new inner landscape Small Worlds.

With those one yuan Small Worlds as the core, like planets orbiting a star, they began to rapidly evolve and expand, swiftly advancing toward the form of independent inner landscape Small Worlds!

One million! Two million! Five million!

Ten million!!

The speed of opening them up became faster and faster, like a snowball effect, triggering some kind of chain reaction!

Every newly opened Small World, at the moment of its formation, would take a bite from the great Universe Origin, and simultaneously feed back a wisp of pure world power, joining the torrent of Chaos energy to catalyze even more new particles!

This was the highest form of sustaining war with war: using worlds to nurture worlds, using creation to promote creation!

Lu Jiuyuan's body had already dispersed into a nebula, resembling a sea of stars, becoming the sole carrier and core of this frantic creation storm.

And that vast and mighty billions of resources that were almost about to burst him apart, under this frantic consumption of creation, were like a river pouring into a bottomless pit, rapidly being diverted, absorbed, and transformed!

12.96 million...

Lu Jiuyuan's tightly closed eyes trembled slightly; he could clearly perceive the magnificent and terrifying evolutionary process within his body, like a Big Bang of the Universe.

That number became clearer and clearer in his heart.

That was not an arbitrarily set goal.

It was one hundred times the number of one yuan, taking the meaning of Perfection, secretly aligning with the cycle of the Great Dao!