Chapter 131: On the Verge of Eruption

"We need to discuss this!" said the Spider King.

"Please, go ahead."

The three kings began to deliberate via telepathy. The outcome was predictable: they agreed to the Earth Dragon's terms. There was only one condition: the avatar the Earth Dragon descended with must not exceed the strength of a Tier 6 General.

The Earth Dragon agreed without a second thought. A Tier 6 General was a mid-level general, which still gave him a significant advantage. Given his grasp of power, strength approaching the high-level general tier was enough to kill a Divine General. Of course, due to their scarcity, if he were to be surrounded, he would become fodder for the enemy.

In response, the Earth Dragon also set a demand: he must participate in the setup of the barrier to ensure no one played tricks behind his back. The three kings agreed without hesitation. With four kings setting up the barrier and monitoring each other, it was not necessarily a bad thing. All being at the king level, they concluded their discussion and began action in a short time.

The rules changed once more, and the information was relayed back to the three major races with the utmost speed. The three races adjusted their candidates for the Origin War, making them more targeted.

Of this, Fang Qingyun remained completely unaware. After shaking off his pursuers, he set up a large number of traps and found a safe place to quietly cultivate.

[Host: Fang Qingyun]
[Profession: Martial Artist]
[Level: Tier 7]
[Strength: 46 (+)]
[Speed: 46 (+)]
[Physique: 46 (+)]
[Spirit: 50 (+)]
[Psionic Energy: 600 (+)]
[Marksmanship: Advanced]
[Swordplay: Beginner (+)]
[Swordsmanship: Advanced]
[Traps: Intermediate (+)]
[Psionic Mastery: Intermediate (+)]
[Technique: Slaughter Arts (27th Rotation) (+)]
[Summoned Beast: Dragon-Lion]
[Origin Points: 7879]

He had grown stronger. All his attributes had increased by one point, and his proficiency in traps and psionic mastery had reached the intermediate level. His Slaughter Arts technique had also advanced. Most importantly, his psionic energy finally allowed him to advance to a high-level martial artist.

Fang Qingyun found this incredibly frustrating. Each upgrade cost tens of thousands of Origin Points, which was heartbreaking. Moreover, this was only the martial artist stage; if he were to advance to the General tier... or the Divine General tier!

"The heartache is so intense I can barely breathe!" Fang Qingyun sighed heavily.

What bothered him most was that the effect of the poison beads was weakening, now nearly ineffective. His physique was simply too monstrous!

"Bang!"
"Boom!"
"Pop, pop, pop, pop!!!"

An explosion sounded in the distance, followed by a chorus of curses.

"So noisy!" Fang Qingyun turned toward the sound and roared, "Can you all be quiet?"

There was a brief silence where the explosion occurred, followed by even more frantic cursing.

"Tsk," Fang Qingyun frowned in annoyance. "The elite of the Monster Race truly lack class. A few traps and they lose their composure."

"Decided! This time, I’ll set a few more traps for you all to really enjoy yourselves."

Fang Qingyun took out some tools—stones, wire, bullets, and explosives—and began crafting traps. With his intermediate trap-making level, he was incredibly proficient. Soon, a trap capable of taking down a General-tier opponent was completed. Sensing his pursuers were approaching, Fang Qingyun yawned and turned to leave.

Moments later, the trap was triggered. A muffled but lethal explosion went off, leaving one of the monster pursuers severely wounded. Another round of roaring ensued.

Fang Qingyun, looking languid, muttered to himself, "I should find a place to rest... hmm!"

Before he could finish, Fang Qingyun's eyes widened. A faint halo of light descended from the sky, shrouding the earth. Fang Qingyun reached out, as if to grasp the light, but it passed right through him. He stared blankly at the halo and murmured, "Is this... a Domain? Such a powerful Domain? Is it a King?"

Once one reached the Divine General level, they could form a unique Domain. It was the symbol of a powerhouse! Within a Domain, the strong could alter the rules and make everything follow their will. A powerhouse with a Domain fighting one without one would inevitably be at a severe disadvantage, even if their levels were the same. Because the Domain represented the powerhouse's strength, fighting within the enemy's Domain meant one's combat effectiveness would be suppressed by at least thirty percent.

After his spirit reached 50 points, Fang Qingyun had vaguely sensed that he was on the verge of forming a Domain, yet something was always missing. This gave him a direction. He understood that if he continued adding points along this path, he would inevitably form a Domain.

But! Fang Qingyun stared blankly at the land covered by the Domain and muttered, "This... this is too big, isn't it?"

He had never seen a Domain and didn't know what they looked like. But the one before him seemed boundless. Could it be that all Domains were like this? That would be too terrifying!

"How is that possible?" Fang Qingyun chuckled, muttering, "Kings. It must be the Kings. If every Divine General had this kind of power, why would there be any war? Who would dare fight? It would be the apocalypse!"

"Is it starting?" Fang Qingyun recalled the Snake King telling him to come to the Storm Continent. Now, the purpose was finally about to be revealed. He turned to look at the stunned pursuers. "I'm done playing with you. Goodbye!"

*Swish!*

Fang Qingyun concealed his aura entirely and vanished like lightning. When the pursuers arrived, they could no longer sense a trace of him.

"Damn it!" The monster elites cursed loudly. They were going mad with rage. Having chased him for so long, only now did they realize the target had been playing with them the whole time and could have escaped at any moment.

"Why? Why did the tracking method fail?"
"How would I know?"
"You dare speak to me like that?"
"Why wouldn't I dare!"
"You're courting death!"
"You're the one courting death!"
"Bang!"

The pent-up frustration of many days caused the bellicose monsters to erupt into a civil war, fighting to the death. Fang Qingyun, now hidden away, knew nothing of this. However, the four Kings setting up the barrier noticed them quickly. It was particularly eye-opening to see so many peak General-tier monsters engaged in civil war right before the start of the Origin War.

Xuanji laughed out loud. The Demon King, Mourinho, curled his lips in disdain. The Monster Race was always like this; otherwise, as the race with the second-highest number of powerhouses, they wouldn't have been pushed into such a miserable state. Fighting humans, they lost four out of ten times! One had to know that the number of monster elites far exceeded that of humans. On many battlefields, the situation was two-on-one. Even so, their records were nearly equal. How shameful!

"Hmph!" The Spider King, feeling his face burn, snorted coldly, his power erupting. The monsters currently fighting suddenly felt the winds change above them. A giant hand, blotting out the sky, slammed down.

"No!"
"Mercy!"

A shrill scream rang out. "Bang!" The massive palm descended, and all the monsters were killed instantly. Even the peak General-tier ones were not spared.

"Shameful things!" the Spider King’s cold voice echoed.

"Heh," Xuanji said with a cryptic smile. "Spider King, quite a move, crushing so many monsters at once. But I didn't notice any of the Spider Demon clan among them."

The Spider King glared coldly at Xuanji. "My Spider Demon clan does not engage in such shameful behavior."

Xuanji chuckled softly and said nothing more. *Who are you trying to fool?* Everyone knew he wanted to take the opportunity to eliminate some enemies. However, at this point, with the monsters still caught in civil war, could the humans do something about it? Xuanji’s eyes flickered, and he glanced at the Demon King, only to find the Demon King staring right back at him.

...

"Bang!"

Amidst a loud roar, a man walked slowly out of his seclusion chamber.

"Congratulations on your breakthrough!" At the doorway, a young man smiled at the man walking out. "You... have you broken through?"

"Indeed!" The appearance of the man who had just emerged was completely at odds with his aura. Despite carrying a terrifying presence, he looked extremely delicate, like a shy big boy. He stared at the man waiting for him with eyes like a hawk's. "You've broken through as well, haven't you?"

"Yes!" The delicate-looking man’s eyes lit up. "Shall we spar?"

The man smiled. "I would love to spar with you, but unfortunately, someone disagrees."

"Who?" The delicate man was furious. "Who dares to boss me around? Let me see—"

"Me!" A voice full of impatience interrupted him. A rugged-looking man approached and said to both of them, "What are you wasting time for? Xu Zixuan, Wang Huaxin, get over here! Everyone is waiting for you. If you delay any longer, I’ll kill you!"

"Yes!" Wang Huaxin replied with a smile. The delicate-looking man, Xu Zixuan, remained silent.

"What?" The rugged man stared at him coldly. "Do you have an opinion?"

"No!" Xu Zixuan stated clearly that he would obey orders.

Arrogance or toughness, it depended on who you were dealing with. If you didn't listen to this rugged man, he would beat you until you were lying on the ground and then drag you to the destination. Who wanted that? If you dared to defy him, he would beat you until you were obedient. Or, you had to be stronger than him! If you couldn't beat him, you had to bow your head!

Xu Zixuan looked at Wang Huaxin with grief and indignation. "You set me up?"

"You're overthinking it," Wang Huaxin said. "After today, we are life-or-death comrades; why would I have the mood to set you up? Let's go. There is a very important matter that only the two of us can handle."

At this moment, Wang Huaxin’s tone was filled with pride. Xu Zixuan, standing before him, considered this only natural. Because they were geniuses—the strongest geniuses! The strongest of the young generation of the human race!

...

"Awoooo!"

A massive roar rang out. A monster stood in a pool of blood, his expression fierce, staring at the trembling monsters before him. "A bunch of trash! Can you not give me a little pleasure? Ah!!!"

"Roar!"

He charged forward, and the blood pooled even deeper. Amidst the shrill screams of the monsters, it was almost as if a small river was forming. In the distance, an elderly monster stood silently, watching the one-sided slaughter, a look of satisfaction on his face.

*These are the warriors of my race! Those not fit to be warriors of my race deserve to be killed!*

*Still, it is about time to leave. For the Origin War, our race will not only participate, we must seize the Origin!*

...

The Demon Race!

"Respected Holy Son and Holy Daughter, wake from your slumber! Our race requires your power now!"

A large group of elite demons gathered in a valley, splashing their blood into the blood pool before them. The pool began to boil, its color darkening until it finally turned into something like clear water. Transparent and clear!

Following their call, the water parted, and a man yawning walked out. He didn't have a shred of power about him, his expression languid. He asked slowly, "What is the matter, waking me up?"

"The Origin is about to be born, and our race requires your power, respected Holy Son!"

"Is it another Origin War?" the Demon Holy Son said sluggishly. "What about that woman? Has she been awakened?"

"Grand Duke Phil has already gone to call her!"

"Fine, we'll talk once she's awake. I don't want to have a conflict with her." The Holy Son looked helpless.

Just then, a pair of bright eyes opened in the void, staring coldly at him. The air froze. The Demon Holy Son immediately put on a smile. "Respected Holy Daughter, you have awakened too?"

"Hmph!" A cold snort came from the void, and then the eyes disappeared.

"Phew!" The Demon Holy Son let out a long breath. "People who have just woken up, especially those forced awake, always have such bad tempers. Sigh!"

The demons below looked at each other. *You belong to that category too; why have we never seen you lose your temper?*

*Forget it. If the Holy Son doesn't lose his temper, isn't that better? We don't want to die for no reason.*

All three major races were preparing. This time, they were using their full strength, sending almost all suitable candidates down. The reason was simple: they discovered that the barrier this time covered an unexpectedly large area—nearly a third of the Storm Continent.

What did this mean? It meant there was a massive quantity of Origin. At the moment of birth, the Origin was like water droplets distributed in every corner of the birthplace. As their quantity grew, they would gather, eventually becoming one, forming a unique, massive Origin. The powerhouses of the three races needed to obtain these before they merged. Once they became one, no one would dare claim them. No one knew what level of powerhouse that could cultivate—at the very least, it would be King-level—and the other two races would certainly not watch the recipient unleash its power. The most likely outcome would be the other two races exhausting their entire strength to launch an attack.

Every additional peak powerhouse was enough to change the current situation. It was better to have them scattered; everyone would get a portion. Even if one race got more, the others could barely accept it. That small difference could be bridged by a single war.