Chapter 383 : The Most Wonderful

Chapter 383: The Most Wonderful

Yuan usually smiled warmly and had the best temper, yet at this moment his expression was icy as he looked at the several Ancestors before him: “Over the long years, in the hands of our Cultivator Faction alone, twenty Ancestors from your Naturally Born Primordial Lifeform Faction have died. You’ve also clashed with other factions and lost another fifteen Ancestors. And in total, only thirty-two Ancestors were ever born among you… counting it up, your overall number has still decreased.”

Infinite Serpent Ancestor and the others all showed slight changes in expression.

Indeed, as the most massive clan within the Infinite Space, ever since their repeated battles with the Cultivator Faction, the number of their Ancestors had somewhat declined. This was also one of the reasons why some Ancestors within their ranks were unwilling to continue fighting the Cultivator Faction.

After all, the Lords were Undying and Indestructible. If the struggle continued, what good outcome could there be?

“You eight—aren’t you proof that individual strength is what truly matters?” That mass of Endless Radiance carried overwhelming pressure. “Naturally Born Primordial Lifeforms are born with infinite lifespans. With such endless life, one should pursue the ultimate limit of strength!”

Annihilation Ancestor also said, “To pursue ultimate strength, one must have the resolve to sacrifice everything. Even if we fail and return completely to annihilation, we would accept it willingly.”

Infinite Serpent Ancestor and Yanhuo Ancestor looked at the eight Lords. The two of them had already reached the realm of Undying and Indestructible, and were even more composed.

“The Source World’s origin is the best resource for our Naturally Born Primordial Lifeform Faction. Even if I no longer need it, the entire faction does,” Infinite Serpent Ancestor said. “The other members of my Infinite Serpent Clan also need it.”

“The three thousand six hundred World Clusters you occupy are the most prosperous ones, with an enormous number of Source Worlds,” Yanhuo Ancestor said. “If you are willing to retreat and withdraw to one thousand two hundred World Clusters, our Naturally Born Primordial Lifeform Faction can take a step back and cease the war.”

The eight Lords looked at them coldly, not even bothering to refute.

“Then just wait.”

Infinite Serpent Ancestor and the others all returned into the body of the ‘Initial Ancestor.’

The Initial Ancestor had already reached the ultimate limit on its own path. It could calmly watch the storms of the entire Infinite Space; no matter how powerful a force was, it could not threaten it in the slightest.

However, as a member of the Naturally Born Primordial Lifeform Faction, it was still willing to assist its own kind.

“They are seeking reinforcements,” Star Light Lord said. His avatars walking across countless future lines had already glimpsed far too many possibilities. “Although there are also those within the Naturally Born Primordial Lifeform Faction who oppose war with us, in order to save their many Ancestors and preserve their faction’s advantage, extremely powerful forces will likely come to support them.”

Luo Feng and the other six fully trusted Star Light Lord’s judgment.

These Ancestors hiding inside the ‘Initial Ancestor’ could not retreat.

Before Star Light Lord—number one in mastery of space-time—they could not escape. Any attempt to withdraw would expose countless flaws, and under the all-directional combined assault of the eight Lords, several more Ancestors would likely die.

Hiding within the Initial Ancestor and waiting for reinforcements was the best choice.

“How many Ancestors will come as reinforcements?” Yuan asked.

“At least thirty Ancestors,” Star Light Lord replied.

Luo Feng, Jin Lord, Minghuang Lord, Momman Lord, Naigu, and Wulan all slightly changed expression.

With so many Ancestors arriving, there would be over a hundred Ancestors joining forces. That level of deterrence would be terrifying.

“When it concerns the fate of their faction, the Nine Emperors will also gather,” Star Light Lord said solemnly. “We must be prepared.”

“We focus on defense. Even if it means giving up some opportunities, we must stabilize our formation first. After that, we can look for chances to counterattack,” Yuan said. “With Luo Feng here, we do not fear a prolonged battle.”

Immediately, Yuan, Jin Lord, Wulan, Minghuang Lord, Naigu, Star Light Lord, Momman Lord, and Luo Feng naturally formed a battle formation, enveloping the region where the Initial Ancestor was located, guarding it.

Those weaker Ancestors—if they dared to emerge in their true bodies—would be surrounded and killed by the eight of them.

……

Eternal Land.

Only existences within the entire Infinite Space who had reached the level of ‘Undying and Indestructible’ were qualified to come here and hold a seat. It was a land naturally formed within the Infinite Space.

A single grain of dust from this land could suppress a High-Rank Primordial Lifeform. The invisible pressure of the Eternal Land alone could reduce a World-level Primordial Lifeform to powder.

Among the Ancestors of the Naturally Born Primordial Lifeform Faction, over ninety percent were not qualified to enter here.

On this vast, flat land, there was only one ancient round table. Endless mysterious secret patterns flowed across it. Around the table were twenty-eight seats, and at this moment, three figures were seated.

Within the Infinite Space, distances were too vast. They were accustomed to meeting here.

“The eighth Cultivator Lord.” A mass of gray mist occupied one seat, and a single eye appeared on its surface, watching the distant battlefield with interest. “The Cultivator Faction is truly special. They are all weak beings from Source Worlds who cultivated step by step, ultimately grasping the essence of Supreme-Level Power, reaching a level comparable to us.”

“They are indeed special. Each of them is quite strong. I rather admire Star Light Lord and am also friends with Minghuang Lord!” A figure clad in white battle armor gazed coldly into the distance. “But that one called Jin—too despicable and shameless! Last time in the ‘Destructive Abyss,’ when he couldn’t defeat me head-on, he actually ambushed me while I was fighting! I despise such vile individuals the most.”

This white-armored figure radiated an extremely intense Intent of Destruction.

“Jin Lord, Momman Lord, and Naigu—those three are the most despicable in the Cultivator Faction.” A winged being sat there. His expression was calm, his feathers warm white, and his aura restrained and ordinary. Yet he too stood among the peak existences of the Infinite Space. “Naigu alone cannot threaten me, but together with Jin Lord and Momman Lord… the three Lords ganged up on me.”

“Haha, I heard all your feathers were plucked out,” the white-armored figure laughed loudly.

“Kafuxiu!” the feathered being roared in anger.

“My mistake, my mistake.” The white-armored figure waved his hand, and an image appeared before them—showing the feathered being grievously injured, most of his feathers gone, only short down remaining, his body covered in blood. “Ah, I remembered incorrectly. There were still quite a lot of feathers left.”

The feathered being glared at him.

The white-armored figure smiled and dismissed the image. At his level, collecting ‘amusing anecdotes’ of peers was one of his greatest hobbies. He had no clan, no companions—only solitary existence at such a level of power—so he entertained himself this way.

The feathered being endured it. He had descendants, unlike Kafuxiu, who stood alone and feared no one, always meddling wherever there was excitement.

“Kafuxiu, Feather Emperor,” the gray mist said, still watching the distant battlefield, “the eight Lords joining forces can suppress seventy-three Ancestors, kill three, and force the remaining seventy to retreat. These Cultivator Lords are indeed formidable.”

“The eight of them together form an extremely powerful force even across the Infinite Space,” Feather Emperor nodded, somewhat envious. Among the faction he led, only he himself could hold a seat in the Eternal Land.

……

“The Cultivator Faction has gained the upper hand?”

“We also seized three World Clusters from them. When the war ends, will the eight Lords target us?”

Some ancient beings watching from afar began to feel uneasy.

When the two great factions clashed, other factions had also taken advantage of the chaos to seize several World Clusters—some took two or three, others even seized over a hundred.

“We originally thought the Cultivator Faction would definitely lose. The Naturally Born Primordial Lifeform Faction would take the most World Clusters, and we could share a portion. Who would have thought the situation would reverse?”

“Once the Cultivator Faction wins, those eight Lords likely won’t let this go.”

“There are twelve forces that took advantage to seize World Clusters. Would the Cultivator Faction dare wage war against all twelve?”

Among these twelve forces, some were strong, some weak.

The most powerful among them was the Icepeak Faction.

The Icepeak Faction was an alliance formed by twelve Eternal Land existences. Though their number of Ancestor-level powerhouses was far inferior to the Naturally Born Primordial Lifeform Faction, in terms of deterrence, they were even more terrifying—because most of them had no clan to worry about, making their actions far more domineering.

They did not care much about the Source World origin. What they desired were certain extremely rare and special resources bred within vast territories.

In the eyes of the Icepeak Faction, occupying just over a hundred World Clusters was already giving the Cultivator Faction face. If they truly exerted themselves, they could seize several times more territory.

“We only took a little over a hundred World Clusters. What can the Cultivator Faction do?”

“Do they dare go to war with us?”

The Icepeak Faction simply did not care.

……

Within the Cultivator territory, Dark World Cluster, Origin Continent Source World.

Luo Feng stood atop a pavilion within the City Lord’s Mansion of Huyang City. His body had now completely transformed. Although his energy reserves were only one percent of the total, this reserve was already comparable to the Main Battle Avatar of Momman Lord—the smallest among the Lords.

“The Cultivator Faction faces far too many crises.” Only after breaking through did Luo Feng come to understand many hidden truths.

On Earth, wherever there are people, there is conflict.

Within the Infinite Space, there were likewise endless struggles.

The Naturally Born Primordial Lifeform Faction was the most hostile force—but with other factions as well, there were still countless conflicts of varying scales.

“Brother Yuan… for him to rise from the most humble beginnings to this point—it truly wasn’t easy.” Luo Feng knew that the Cultivator Faction was already far better off than in its early days, especially with the emergence of several Lords like Star Light Lord.

“The crises of the Cultivator Faction… will be resolved one by one in the future.” Luo Feng was patient.

As a Lord, with an infinitely long lifespan, he had all the time in the world to continue the struggle. Every Lord was filled with confidence in the future.

“The most wonderful aspect of becoming a Lord…”

As a native lifeform of his home Source World, even after becoming a Lord, the Source World origin did not reject him. It allowed his power to permeate freely, enabling him to easily refine and take control of the entire origin.

After completely controlling it, his home Source World became like another body of his.

At this moment, the entire Origin Continent Source World held no secrets before him. Everything was fully under his control—including the ‘River of Time’ that recorded the history of the Origin Continent.

Within the River of Time, countless beings rose and fell. Whether alive or dead, they continued to exist vividly within their respective timelines.

Only those who had died—their timelines were merely a segment, already halted.

Luo Feng could retrieve these beings from the River of Time, allowing their timelines to continue—even to persist eternally.

Within the scope of a Source World, for the lifeforms inside the Cage of the World, Luo Feng could indeed grant them eternal life!

“Senior Giant Axe…” Luo Feng saw those familiar figures—some powerful, some weak. He even saw his teacher Master Zuo Shan Ke during his time as the Divine King of Jin, living a happy life.

All regrets… could now be remedied.

“This is the most wonderful thing about becoming a Lord.” Luo Feng revealed a smile.