227: Chapter 227: The Four Adaptations of the Source Worm

Wasteland Divine Domain.

One thousand years of time flowed within this closed demiplane.

After devouring the demigod Rank 7 divine Domain that Blood Crow had managed for many years, Wasteland Divine Domain ushered in another protracted period of barbaric growth.

New continental plates were born.

Scorched earth intertwined with dark red and pure black spread toward the depths of the Void Realm.

The spatial crystal walls shattered, subsequently replaced by much thicker Law barriers.

The area data on the divine Domain panel skyrocketed at a terrifying speed.

Twenty million square kilometers.

Thirty million square kilometers.

Ultimately, the momentum of expansion stopped at forty-five million square kilometers.

It had more than tripled altogether.

The newly opened territory was piled high with the wreckage of Blood Crow's divine Domain.

Ruins of skyscrapers, broken asphalt roads, withered bones of Mortals whose blood had been drained, and mechanical fragments from assembly-line slaughterhouses.

Even those load-bearing pillars inscribed with the Gathering Yin Formation were dragged in completely intact.

The dependents of Wasteland Divine Domain displayed a hair-raising greed.

They were like a swarm of locusts starved for several epochs, with only devouring and plundering in their eyes.

At the bottom of the Nether River.

Tens of millions of Bone Fish and Liquid Metal Crabs shuttled through the turbid currents.

Using their sharp pincers and bone spurs, they cut apart the alloy steel plates and devil cultivator corpses that had sunk to the seabed.

A hundred-meter-long Mutated Bone Fish opened its giant mouth and swallowed half a load-bearing pillar covered in Formations in a single gulp.

The Death Qi within its body eroded the Devilish Qi on the pillar, transforming it into its own foundation.

The Liquid Metal Crabs utilized the ability of spatial collapse to forcibly compress collapsed modern hospitals one by one.

Transporting them underwater to build eerie metal nests.

On the surface of the continent.

Dense packs of Worker Insects formed an endless dragon-like queue.

They sawed through the steel bars of buildings and gnawed on the remaining flesh and blood.

The spiritual soil on the ground stained with the vital blood of devil cultivators was scraped completely clean by them.

Hundreds of millions of supplies were transported into countless insect nests.

The dark purple flesh walls of the insect nests wriggled, rapidly decomposing and absorbing these remains carrying devil cultivator Laws, converting them into nutrient fluid.

The Tyrant Demons of the Central Basin were even more violent.

They directly hoisted broken Alchemy factories onto their shoulders and walked to the edge of the Blood Abyss Sea.

Exerting force with their giant arms, they threw the entire factory into the Blood Abyss Sea.

The Tyrant Demons jumped in, letting the seawater wash over the surfaces of their bodies.

They extracted the purified metal elements and the remaining medicinal efficacy of top-grade divine herbs from it to strengthen their own liquid metal armor.

Licked clean and eaten dry.

Not even a single screw or a single drop of discarded devil blood was spared.

During this one thousand years of time acceleration, the sole theme of Wasteland Divine Domain was digesting this unimaginably massive foundation.

Central Basin.

Having devoured the complete Origin of the demigod Rank 7 divine Domain, the Taixu Calamity · End Mother Tree ushered in a minor metamorphosis.

Its main trunk broke through the limit of nine hundred thousand meters, surging all the way until it forcefully shattered the one-million-meter mark!

It truly transformed into a "Universe Pillar" propping up the entire plane.

Its massive canopy obscured the entire firmament, with phantom images of stars being born and perishing flowing between its leaves.

On the black-gold and dark-iron-colored trunk, Chaos Qi currents surged and roared.

Beside the five Law brands from before, two more profound totems once again emerged.

One was as scarlet as blood, emanating the ultimate malice of erosion.

The other was as pale as bone, pervading the frigid cold of withering.

Seven Law fragments shone brilliantly in mutual reflection on the million-meter-high trunk.

Lightning, extreme cold, space, metal and stone, Qi and blood, plus the newly integrated blood and bone.

Seven huge Law halos, centered around the Mother Tree, enshrouded the entire Central Basin.

And radiated toward the forty-five-million-square-kilometer land.

With every breath the Mother Tree took, it spewed out solid Spiritual Qi crystals so dense they were almost tangible.

These crystals, accompanied by the light rain of Law fragments, sprinkled down onto the earth.

Inside the divine Domain, the threshold for all living beings to comprehend Laws was forcibly lowered by the Mother Tree.

The previously obscure and hard-to-understand underlying logic of the Universe was now like a shelled egg, nakedly displayed before all dependents.

Especially the Tyrant Demon Race entrenched in the Central Basin, closest to the Mother Tree, which was blessed by nature.

As long as they raised their heads, they could directly gaze upon the operational trajectories of the Laws.

Under the scouring of the light rain, their liquid metal bodies automatically recorded the frequencies of these Laws.

The population of the Tyrant Demon Race broke through thirty million in the subsequent decade or so of reproduction.

Thirty million Tyrant Demons, with the lowest Rank being Diamond Peak.

They did not need to Cultivate, did not need to meditate, and didn't even need to think much.

Their daily routine consisted only of fighting.

Wake up from sleep, fight.

Breed offspring, fight.

Eat and snatch meat, fight.

To compete for habitats closer to the Mother Tree, battles of the highest scale were staged every day in the Central Basin.

The inner ring of the basin, an area less than fifty kilometers from the roots of the Mother Tree.

The Law light rain was most concentrated here.

Two Transcendental High-Rank Tyrant Demons exceeding five hundred meters in size were fighting for a territory rich in space and gravity Law fragments.

The Tyrant Demon on the left grew three heads and spawned eight arms from beneath its ribs.

The liquid metal on its body surface presented a dull black-gold color, covered with natural resistance patterns.

The Tyrant Demon on the right had two heads and six arms, with a pair of wings condensed from pure Void Realm energy unfurled on its back, and flowing gold flashing with electric light on its body surface.

The battle had no probing whatsoever.

The three-headed, eight-armed Tyrant Demon let out a roar that shattered the clouds, opening all eight palms simultaneously.

Eight highly collapsed gravity black holes formed in its palms.

It slammed its hands together fiercely.

The eight black holes were forcibly superposed and fused, turning into a dark matter sphere exuding an aura of annihilation, pressing directly toward the opponent's chest.

The two-headed, six-armed Tyrant Demon did not dodge or evade.

The Void Wings on its back unfolded, driving the surrounding space to fold infinitely.

All six arms were simultaneously covered with a layer of high-frequency oscillating liquid metal blade radiance, bombarding directly against the dark matter sphere.

Boom!

The extremely compressed gravity field and the high-frequency oscillating physical cutting collided together.

Space within a hundred miles was instantly filled with spiderweb-like cracks.

The moment they made contact, the six arms of the two-headed, six-armed Tyrant Demon were churned into a sky full of blood mist by the terrifying tearing force of the gravity black hole.

Along with a large swath of flesh and blood on its chest evaporating, revealing its dark golden bones.

Yet it didn't even frown.

The heart within its body beat frantically.

The shredded flesh and blood and liquid metal flowed backward in mid-air, completing reorganization within 0.1 seconds.

Six brand-new arms grew out once again, even thicker than before.

At the same time, the liquid metal armor on its body surface lit up with a piercing red light.

Kinetic Energy Reflection!

Half of the gravity damage inflicted by the three-headed, eight-armed Tyrant Demon was absorbed by the liquid metal armor.

Then, along the six newborn arms, in the form of a pure kinetic energy shock wave, it smashed onto the three heads of the three-headed, eight-armed Tyrant Demon.

Bang!

All three heads exploded simultaneously.

The headless body stepped back two steps, crushing a dozen high mountains beneath its feet.

The next moment, flesh and blood at the neck wriggled, and three brand-new heads drilled out once again.

Their eyes burned with even more berserk Battle Intent.

This was the abnormal aspect of the Tyrant Demon Race.

Titan physiques, extreme recovery, kinetic energy conversion and reflection of the liquid metal body.

Coupled with extremely high battle IQ and versatile forms.

Wanting to kill a Tyrant Demon of the same Rank was harder than ascending to heaven.

Another battlefield.

A four-winged Tyrant Demon directly tore through space and appeared above its opponent's head.

Its four arms locked tightly onto the opponent's shoulders, opening its bloody mouth to take a bite at the other's neck.

The bitten Tyrant Demon did not struggle; countless sharp liquid metal spikes grew out on its body surface, stabbing the fellow clan member on its back into a sieve.

Fresh blood gushed, and shredded meat flew everywhere.

Neither Tyrant Demon showed any intention of stopping.

They rolled in the pool of blood, biting and pummeling each other.

Every punch contained enough gravitational potential energy to sink a continent.

Beaten into blood mist, instantly reorganized.

Bones shattered, healed in the blink of an eye.

As long as that "Endless Blood Heart" was still beating, as long as a single drop of liquid metal fluid remained.

They could recover as before in an extremely short time and throw themselves back into the slaughter.

This abnormal survival ability led to a rather awkward situation.

Among all races in the entire divine Domain, the Tyrant Demon Race had the lowest probability of triggering the effect of the "End and Origin" divinity fragment.

Because they couldn't comprehend what a truly desperate situation was at all.

In the end, it was often that both sides exhausted their physical strength, each found a place to lie down and sleep, and woke up to fight again.

They were too strong, so strong that even death had become an extravagant hope.

Only the once-a-month bestowed grace from the heavens could make this group of monsters truly feel the threat of death.

On the main trunk of the Mother Tree, twenty thousand embryonic miniature worlds—the Sumeru Tree Nests—exuded a dim glow.

On this day every month, the Mother Tree would produce a massive amount of living metal flesh cocoons.

Transcendental flesh fetuses, Epic-Rank flesh fetuses, and the few core Legendary-Rank flesh fetuses.

In the center of the Blood Abyss Sea, the thousand-meter-tall Tyrant opened its eyes.

It had already broken through to the Epic Rank.

Its current primary task was to consolidate its foundation and polish the Fusion degree of its dual Domains.

It only needed to devour enough Epic-Rank flesh fetuses to replenish energy, and temporarily had no demand for Legendary-Rank flesh fetuses.

With a wave of the Tyrant's big hand, it swept away several hundred Epic-Rank flesh fetuses and sank back into the seabed.

The remaining flesh fetuses, like a dark-gold meteor shower, smashed toward the Central Basin.

At that moment, the Tyrant Demons went completely crazy.

Snatching flesh fetuses had no rules and no one-on-one fights.

Tens of thousands of Tyrant Demons pounced toward the exact same Legendary-Rank flesh fetus.

In order to snatch that trace of opportunity to directly leap across major Realms, they no longer reserved any trump cards.

Gravity fields crushed each other, spatial blades slashed horizontally and vertically, and Void Realm storms ravaged the basin.

A Tyrant Demon that had just touched a Legendary-Rank flesh fetus didn't even have time to swallow it before it was jointly targeted and focused down by a dozen surrounding clan members.

Eight gravity black holes, over a dozen Void Realm cuts, and countless liquid metal spears hit its body simultaneously.

Even a Titan physique would collapse under such terrifying focused fire.

Its Physical Body completely evaporated, and the "Endless Blood Heart" inside its body was directly crushed to pieces.

True death descended.

Just at the final moment when its consciousness was about to completely dissipate.

A covert yet overwhelmingly domineering energy surged from the depths of its genes.

"End and Origin"!

The end of destruction is rebirth.

The already scattered Soul particles suddenly contracted, and the evaporated liquid metal forcibly converged within 0.1 seconds.

Not only did it resurrect on the spot, but the black-gold gloss on its body surface also became several times deeper.

Its aura directly broke through the Bottleneck of the Transcendental Peak, faintly touching the threshold of the Epic Rank.

It let out a frantic roar and slapped a fellow clan member beside it into the ground with a backhand strike.

Only in such an extremely chaotic and extremely bloody chaotic stronghold would the mortality rate of the Tyrant Demon Race skyrocket in a straight line.

And only on the verge of the Life Origin collapsing would taboo powers involving the underlying logic of the Universe awaken within a very few Tyrant Demons.

Death, recovery, power burst.

The Tyrant Demons that successfully survived and snatched the flesh fetuses, carrying tattered yet even more terrifying bodies, drilled into the Sumeru Tree Nests on the Mother Tree's main trunk.

The time flow rate inside the tree nests could reach up to five times that of the outside.

They went into secluded cultivation inside, digesting the energy of the flesh fetuses and enduring the genetic backlash brought by the Breakthrough.

The grayish-white patterns on the inner walls of the tree nests flickered, and the will of the Mother Tree descended.

It forcibly shared eighty percent of the backlash risk, ensuring that these elite dependents could successfully break through their Ranks.

In the Sumeru world, one year equaled five years in the outside world.

The Tyrant Demons slept peacefully inside, waiting for the metamorphosis upon their next Awakening.

The carnival in the Central Basin was likewise enjoyed by the Zerg of the New Continent.

Center of the New Continent.

That "Mutated Demon Tree Sub-body" fed by the Zerg with a massive amount of resources had now broken through over a hundred thousand meters in height.

Although it was only a low-configuration Clone of the Mother Tree, it possessed basically all the traits that the Mother Tree had.

The Zerg's hierarchy was strict, and resource distribution was extremely cruel.

The Insect King, Dominator Bug, and those Formless Source Insectss that had completed multiple adaptations firmly occupied the core positions around the sub-tree.

They dominated the Sumeru worlds on the sub-tree, monopolized the highest-grade flesh fetuses, and occupied the best positions for comprehending Laws.

As for the remaining hundreds of millions of low-tier Zerg branches, they could only eat the bones left over from their gnawing.

The overall combat power of the Zerg still ushered in a new round of leaps.

Especially those monsters at the top of the pyramid.

Fourth-adaptation Formless Source Insectss.

This group of abnormal bugs, numbering less than one hundred thousand, had completely broken away from the category of conventional creatures.

When the Mother Tree extracted the "Blood Law" and the "Withered Bone Law" and radiated them across the entire Domain.

These fourth-adaptation Formless Source Insectss immediately displayed astonishing adaptability.

They showed great interest in these two newly emerged Laws.

Tens of thousands of Formless Source Insectss flew out of the New Continent and plunged straight into the depths of the ruins piled with devil cultivator corpses and Mortal withered bones.

They did not go to gnaw on flesh and blood, instead locking onto the remaining blood and withered bones.

A Formless Source Insects hovered in mid-air.

On the surface of its carapace, wisps of dark red blood lines began to emerge.

It was forcibly analyzing the operational logic of the Blood Law.

It took less than a month.

Pale bone spurs grew on the surface of this Formless Source Insects's carapace.

It raised its front limbs and gently slashed at a bone mountain below formed by the accumulation of millions of Mortal withered bones.

The remaining bone marrow deep inside the bone mountain all boiled, transforming into strips of scarlet blood rivers surging into the sky.

The blood rotated at high speed in mid-air, condensing into tens of thousands of sharp blood blades.

Every single blood blade was attached with extremely strong corrosion and vitality-draining effects.

Following that, the wings on its back trembled slightly.

Withered Bone Law activated.

The massive bone mountain began to disintegrate.

Countless pale bones automatically spliced and reorganized in mid-air, turning into a thousand-meter-long white bone Dragon in the blink of an eye.

Blackish-pale karmic fire burned in the Dragon's eye sockets, and it let out a silent roar toward the sky.

Blood manipulation, bone reorganization.

They didn't even need to arrange Formations or refine vital blood like devil cultivators.

With just a single thought, they could drain the blood of all living creatures within a hundred miles and turn their bones into their own weapons.

Another Formless Source Insects was even more exaggerated.

It drilled directly into an abandoned blood pool.

A few days later, the blood pool dried up.

It broke out of the shell, its size shrinking to less than two meters.

But every breath it took would trigger the blood resonance of the surrounding space.

A group of Platinum Rank Zerg passing by, before even getting within a hundred meters of it, had the bodily fluids inside them burst out and fly away, forming clusters of blood mist that merged into its body.

The fourth-adaptation Formless Source Insectss had already become the top-tier slaughter weapons within the divine Domain.

They quietly lurked deep within the dark purple insect nests.

Absorbing the Laws and polishing their genes.