Massive Cosmic Origin

Nuxing didn't answer Ruoshui's question. He stood frozen, staring at the phantoms as stellar power surged around his body, resonating with the spectral stars filling the sky above.

Ruoshui let out a soft breath and allowed herself a faint smile.

The phenomenon was clearly of great help to Nuxing.

She didn't disturb him. Instead, she stayed nearby, standing guard for both Nuxing and Lu Yuan as he remained deep in Law Force comprehension.

Inside Lu Yuan's villa, Li Qinghe and the others had naturally noticed the stellar phantoms blanketing the sky.

Unlike everyone else in the city, they already knew about Lu Yuan's plan to comprehend the Stellar Laws.

The moment the phantoms appeared, excitement lit up their faces.

Li Qinghe crossed her arms beneath her chest, accentuating her impressive figure, her face beaming.

"With a display this dramatic, does that mean dear Yuan is about to succeed?"

Anastasia gazed up at the stellar phantoms, all smiles.

"Even the Stellar Laws that other War Gods spend their entire lifetimes failing to comprehend aren't a challenge for Yuan."

The others nodded in eager agreement, bright smiles on every face.

At that moment, inside the Gravity Room, Lu Yuan sat cross-legged on the floor, his brow furrowed.

In his consciousness, he drifted through a vast cosmos, watching stars being born and dying.

His expression was tight as he absorbed the countless profound mysteries. A trace of frustration crept across his features.

Over the course of his seclusion, the Heart of Laws had given him significant insight into the Stellar Laws. He could even sense that full mastery wasn't far off.

But at this stage, the remaining mysteries had grown abstruse and impenetrable. For the moment, they eluded his understanding entirely.

Just as frustration threatened to overwhelm him, the Evolution Cube inside his body flared with brilliant blue light.

The glow bore a striking resemblance to starlight, spreading steadily through every part of him.

As the stellar radiance expanded, the mysteries of stellar birth and death grew clearer and more vivid in his consciousness. He realized, with a start, that he was beginning to comprehend what had moments ago been completely opaque.

Surprise flickered across his face.

Then understanding dawned, and the corners of his mouth curved into a grin of delight.

*So this is the Evolution Cube's effect. The Mirage Dragon was right — comprehending the Stellar Laws, the Cube really does provide enormous help.*

He quickly gathered his focus and plunged back into contemplation.

Time flowed onward. Three years had passed in Origin time since the stellar phantoms first appeared over Sky-Mending City.

Even in the real world, several months had gone by.

A few months was no small span for an ordinary person, but for the universe at large, it was barely a blink.

On the whole, everything remained relatively calm.

The Aberrant Beast swarms in the Mechanical Kingdom continued to dwindle under the relentless campaigns of Mechanical Heart warriors. Conditions across Human Race, Beast Race, and Elf Race territories held roughly the same as before.

Aberration incidents still cropped up from time to time, but nothing on the scale of the Mechanical Kingdom breach.

On a barren world deep within Beast Race territory, space suddenly tore open.

Three massive beasts emerged from the rift, their auras staggeringly powerful. Green patterns wound across their bodies, and green flames burned in their eyes.

One was a black serpent with three heads. Another resembled a tiger or leopard, with a savage skull and skin sheathed in pale blue Scale Armor. The last was a fox with blood-red fur and four tails.

The three Feral Beasts surveyed their surroundings, warping the very space around them with their presence alone.

At that moment, an unremarkable grayish-white boulder began to tremble. It shifted and reshaped itself, and within seconds, a towering figure of gray stone laced with veins of green magma stood before them.

He rolled his neck, his voice a low rumble.

"You three took your time."

The leader among the three Beast Race Feral Beasts was the three-headed black serpent. Its central head flicked a forked tongue, cold eyes fixed on the Stone Spirit.

"Spark. We're not late."

The Stone Spirit Spark stretched lazily. The ground quaked beneath him.

"Doesn't matter. You've received the divine decree from our God as well, I assume?"

The black serpent hissed, then spoke in a voice like grinding frost.

"You mean the destruction of the Blood of Machinery? The incident was massive enough that we'd have heard regardless of any divine decree. But yes — we received one."

All three pairs of its eyes took on a contemplative depth.

"Our God says that Lord's Descended Avatar was also destroyed. Frankly, if not for the divine decree, I wouldn't have believed it."

Spark scratched his head and dropped to a seated position. The earth cracked beneath him in a web of fissures.

"Tell me about it. That Lord's Descended Avatar alone was nearly Laws Rank. A being like that should have been invincible in our universe. And yet someone defeated it? Unbelievable."

The three Beast Race War Gods nodded in solemn agreement.

"Our God wants us to accelerate the gestation of those two Lords' Descended Avatars. What's your plan? Let's compare notes."

Spark looked between the three Beast Race War Gods.

They understood perfectly well why he'd come. The three exchanged a glance, and then the blood-furred fox spoke. Her voice was unexpectedly soft and youthful, like a young maiden's.

"To quickly gestate those two Lords' Descended Avatars, we'll need massive amounts of Cosmic Origin. Given the current situation, there's really only one way to obtain that much."

Spark studied the crimson fox. "Meihong — what way?"

"The Land of Origin."

Meihong smiled faintly.

Spark froze for a beat, then slammed his fist into the ground. The earth split apart.

"Of course! If we can corrupt even a portion of the Land of Origin, we could seize enormous quantities of Cosmic Origin in the process. That would absolutely accelerate the gestation of both Lords."

Meihong and the other two Beast Race War Gods exchanged thin smiles.

"To corrupt the Land of Origin, we'll need to request a blessing from our God."

Spark nodded. "Understood."

A thought occurred to him, and he glanced between them. "By the way — the one who destroyed the Blood of Machinery. Have you investigated?"

The three-headed serpent gave a slight nod. "I've already sent people to look into it. It's someone from the Human Race — a human, apparently. Beyond that, the details are still being gathered. As of now, that's all we know. It's as though someone deliberately scrubbed his information."

Meihong was unsurprised. "A War God that powerful would be the Human Race's trump card. The other Human Race War Gods would naturally take steps to protect his identity. Digging up detailed information won't be easy."

A brief silence fell. Then Spark spoke.

"Doesn't matter how strong he is. Once those two Lords' Descended Avatars are successfully gestated, they'll be more than enough to kill him."

The three Beast Race War Gods nodded, zealous fire burning in their eyes. Their faith in those two mighty Lords was absolute.

"Then let's head back and prepare to move."

The Upper Layer of the Land of Origin — the Misfortune Wilderness.

It was a desolate expanse laced with lingering curses of misfortune. Gene Warriors exploring the area sometimes found themselves afflicted, their luck turning sour for no apparent reason.

Of course, for sufficiently powerful Gene Warriors, the curses were negligible — easily avoided with a modicum of caution.

Without warning, a crack appeared in the dim sky above the wilderness.

At first, the Gene Warriors below spared it only a passing glance before looking away. In the Upper Layer of the Land of Origin, spatial stability was poor everywhere outside major cities like Sky-Mending City and Genesis City. Spatial Rifts were a common occurrence.

They'd long since stopped finding them remarkable.

But their indifference didn't last. The Spatial Rift was growing — rapidly. It stretched across hundreds of kilometers, then over a thousand, cleaving the sky nearly in two.

"What is that?!"

"How can a Spatial Rift be that enormous? What's happening?"

Gene Warriors stared upward in shock.

A team of Elf Race warriors led by a Battle Emperor, its ranks filled with Battle Sovereigns, watched the rift widen. Every one of them stood rooted in place.

After a moment of stunned silence, the Battle Emperor snapped back to his senses.

"Move! Now! I can feel danger!"

The others jolted awake and immediately turned to flee.

But it was already too late. Within the Spatial Rift, green flames erupted in a cascading inferno. A horrifying, malevolent aura poured through the breach.

The entire rift blazed with the sickly green glow of Aberration. Ordinary Feral Beasts on the ground below, struck by the Aberration aura, howled in maddened rage as their bodies began to warp and mutate.

Feral Beasts that were already Aberrant absorbed the torrent of energy and underwent even deeper transformations, their power surging dramatically.

The Gene Warriors in the wilderness watched in wide-eyed disbelief.

"That's — an Aberration Spatial Rift?!"

"Run!"

Feeling the Aberration aura roiling and intensifying all around them, their faces drained of color, and they scrambled toward the edge of the wilderness.

But even as they fled, figures streaked through the raging green flames, pouring from the rift to hover in the sky above.

At their head was the massive Stone Spirit — Spark.

His gaze swept the landscape below. A grin split his face, his eyes deepening to a vivid green.

"Alright, boys — let's get a good look at this Land of Origin!"

**"ROAAAAAR!!"**

The army behind him erupted — Elf Race warriors at Battle Sovereign, Battle Emperor, and even Battle Saint level — their combined roar shaking the very fabric of space.