Chapter 257: Chapter Six: Organizing the Knowledge System

Luo Feng sat cross-legged inside the Star Tower, his third eye—the Eye of Birth and Death—open, observing the Origin Continent, even gazing beyond it into the endless Hunsourced currents.

“One glance can observe the entire Source World, even what lies beyond… Is this the observational ability of a high-level Hunsourced life?” Luo Feng thought.

He was fully aware of this.

Although the Eye of Birth and Death was forged from the corpse of a complete world-level Hunsourced life—the Eye of Birth and Death Beast—it was still he who wielded it. His own observational capacity was far from reaching the world-level Hunsourced life tier.

From the vast information in the Infinite Space Treasury, Luo Feng could judge that the Hunsourced Ancestors, world-level Hunsourced lives, high-level Hunsourced lives, and low-level Hunsourced lives held positions descending in rank.

The gaps between these tiers were immense.

In Luo Feng’s view, with the observational ability of a world-level Hunsourced life, the Two Nations’ Ancestors and the Eastern Pole Domain Ancestor should be seen with absolute clarity, with no secrets left hidden.

“To grant a life trapped within a cage the observational ability of a high-level Hunsourced life that has escaped the cage! This Eye of Birth and Death is already priceless.” Luo Feng stopped gazing outward and turned his attention inward.

Huh.

Luo Feng’s Eye of Birth and Death first observed the deep arcane patterns of the Star Tower.

“Boom!”

On Earth, ordinary humans, using their naked eyes, microscopes, X-rays… each method revealed different aspects.

The same principle applied.

As a God-King of the Second Layer, with a God-Emperor-level spiritual will, the deep arcane patterns Luo Feng originally perceived differed vastly from those revealed by the Eye of Birth and Death.

“This… this…” Luo Feng was stunned under the Eye of Birth and Death’s gaze.

The deep arcane patterns of the Star Tower, in his vision, simultaneously existed across multiple spacetime layers, like a magnificent spacetime architecture. The innermost layer of this structure was frozen in time! The crimson scales remained forever fixed at a single moment!

Time locked! Eternal and unchanging!

No matter how long the external world passed, the crimson scales remained as they had been at the beginning.

“So beautiful.”

Luo Feng observed.

The crimson scales, edged in twelve colors, were eternal and indestructible; time and space collapsed into a fixed point upon them.

From that central point outward, space gradually unfolded.

Only as space took form did time begin to flow slowly.

These arcane patterns operated, existing simultaneously within every flowing timeline.

Observing different spatial layers generally required reaching an extremely high realm in the Spatial Primordial Dao.

Observing different timelines also required mastery of the Time Dao at an equally high level.

Yet Luo Feng’s Eye of Birth and Death effortlessly perceived all of this—even the most hidden details remained exposed.

“In my past years, I cultivated nine ‘Eight-Branch Fusion Techniques.’” Luo Feng shook his head slightly, “Now I see how shallow my vision was. My techniques have too many weaknesses.”

Luo Feng flipped his hand and swallowed a Hunsourced Crystal like a candy, then focused entirely on studying the Star Tower’s deep arcane patterns.

“My accumulated knowledge system on Life, Destruction, and Birth and Death needs to be reorganized.” Luo Feng began his research.

The Eye of Birth and Death merely assisted Luo Feng, allowing him to perceive information easily seen by high-level Hunsourced lives.

But how to analyze this information?

How to fully comprehend it, then integrate it into his own path, becoming part of his own ‘Dao’?

These required insight.

This was why Yuan and the others selected the most elite talents from countless worlds. Without sufficient talent, even the finest resources would be wasted. The previous twelve users of the Eye of Birth and Death were also highly gifted, yet their achievements were mediocre.

For Yuan and the others, becoming a world-level Hunsourced life was worth rejoicing over. Adding another high-level Hunsourced life? Not worth mentioning.

Luo Feng reached his current level of cultivation in merely eight hundred cycles on the Origin Continent. His talent was unquestionably far beyond any previous powerhouse in the Origin Continent’s history.

…

In the Sacred Ground of the Thunder Ancient Nation—Thunder Mountain—the ancient space where the Ancestor resided in seclusion.

“I’ve accumulated six remnants of special lives from the Dream Realm’s depths and the Heavenly Pillar Realm’s core. Over countless ages, I sold them one by one—now only one remains.” The Thunder Ancestor stared at a golden finger bone before him.

“Across each era of the Origin Continent, I cultivated monarchs to gather treasures for me.”

“All kinds of rare wonders, all kinds of arcane relics.”

“They helped me reach the peak of God-Emperor cultivation.” The Thunder Ancestor’s gaze was cold, “I’ve observed countless Hunsourced life prisoners—and even dissected their corpses. I’ve exchanged information with powerful beings across countless worlds.”

“Yet…”

“How does one achieve Ultimate Awakening? I still have no clue!”

The Thunder Ancestor stared at the golden finger bone before him—the last remaining special life remnant, and the most crucial one to him.

He observed the golden finger bone, his consciousness seeping into it, perceiving the thunder arcane patterns within, and faintly glimpsing a colossal, majestic entity.

“Master Yuan personally told me: my breakthrough lies in this finger bone! If I grasp even a fraction of its essence, I can achieve Ultimate Awakening.” The Thunder Ancestor felt deeply frustrated.

“A fraction?” The Thunder Ancestor suffered in agony, “It’s right before me, yet after studying it across several eras, I remain utterly baffled.”

In truth, the Thunder Ancestor had long realized his insight was weak. While achieving the Ultimate Realm, he spent dozens of times longer than the Flame Wind Ancestor. He never managed to comprehend the Dao of the God-Emperor realm—so he abandoned the Dao-seeker path and turned to Hunsourced Bloodline cultivation.

Hunsourced Bloodline cultivation was indeed easier: one merely needed to excavate bloodline potential. With time, resources, and a bit of fortune, he had forced himself to this point.

“At the same God-Emperor peak, those most terrifying beings could crush me with a single palm.” The Thunder Ancestor knew the gap well.

The God-Emperor peak was merely the half-Hunsourced tier—yet the differences among them could still be vast.

God-Emperor peaks among Dao-seekers were naturally far stronger.

Among the countless world’s powerful beings, there were even more astonishing ones—those who elevated not just one Dao to the half-Hunsourced tier, some who began fusing multiple half-Hunsourced Dao paths, even those who could unlock the power of world-level Hunsourced bloodlines…

Those beings were truly extraordinary.

Among them, some had escaped the cage to become high-level Hunsourced lives—and rumors said, even world-level Hunsourced lives!

Compared to those beings, the Thunder Ancestor was merely an insignificant figure standing in the farthest corner.

“No clue at all.” The Thunder Ancestor stared at the finger bone before him, calmed his mind, and resumed his meticulous study.

…

In a single glance/p>

On Thunder Mountain.

Two monarchs met.

“White Demon, you’ve got guts,” said the holy-looking man with blue-white scales and three scaled tails, glaring at the white-skinned elder beside him. “Beyond some peripheral nations, you’ve even sent your subordinates to capture tribes in the wilds within our Thunder Ancient Nation’s borders.”

“Blue Dua, how did you find out?” White Demon chuckled. “My men are careful—scattered across all Chaos Provinces of the Thunder Ancient Nation, making minimal noise. None of the other monarchs noticed, yet you did.”

Blue Dua frowned: “Targeting peripheral nations is one thing—but why strike within our own nation?”

“The entire Origin Continent will be destroyed eventually. Almost all life in the Thunder Ancient Nation will die.” White Demon shrugged. “If that’s the case, what’s wrong with me capturing a few lives from our own wilds?”

“Blue Dua, you know the Silver Galaxy Nation has seized vast territories. Areas suitable for our raids are shrinking. You’ve also sent your men to plunder. After much thought, I realized I had no choice but to turn inward.” White Demon grinned. “Our own nation is vast enough! As long as we don’t cause major disturbances, no one will care.”

Blue Dua stared at his companion.

He was envious.

“You can join in too,” White Demon smiled.

“Keep the disturbances small,” Blue Dua said. “Don’t touch any major cities. As for the wilds… we divide them—each takes half the Chaos Provinces. Total captured lives must not exceed one-tenth of the wild population.”

“You’re ruthless,” White Demon laughed. “I’ve captured far less than one-tenth.”

…

These two monarchs of the Thunder Ancient Nation—Blue Dua and White Demon—though sending subordinates to plunder, remained extremely cautious. Moreover, warfare and chaos were already rampant across the Origin Continent; for a time, even the Thunder Ancient Nation itself failed to notice the problem.

But as time slowly passed…

Especially with the widespread plundering within the Thunder Ancient Nation, a chain reaction inevitably emerged. After all, those wild tribes had relatives hunting beyond their borders or settled in large cities.

Thus, as entire tribes vanished, many survivors began investigations—and the commotion grew larger, eventually drawing in royal God-Kings.

…

In the capital of the Silver Galaxy Nation.

“How bold!” Gui Xu, the Emperor Lord, stared at the intelligence in his hand, furious. He turned to Wu Xin, the God-King beside him. “Wu Xin, are you certain your intelligence is accurate?”

“You know my stealth abilities,” Wu Xin sneered. “The Thunder Ancient Nation is already in an uproar. Originally, the royal God-Kings were enraged and investigating—but then the trail went cold. That’s when I knew something was off.”

“I was curious—so I dug deeper. Ha! Turns out it’s an internal traitor.” Wu Xin shook his head. “The Eternal True Gods leading the raids—I traced them back to White Demon and Blue Dua. These two monarchs’ subordinates aren’t just raiding within the Thunder Ancient Nation—they’ve also plundered in several peripheral nations. This has been going on for roughly seventy cycles.”

“Seventy cycles?” Gui Xu exploded in rage. “Such prolonged, large-scale plundering shows utter disregard for our Lord! I’ll report this to the Lord immediately!”

"Seventy cycles?" The Emperor of Gui Xu flew into a rage. "Such prolonged, large-scale plundering shows not the slightest regard for our nation's sovereign. I shall report this to the sovereign at once!"

Wu Xin watched this scene. Though he had been furious during his investigation, he dared not provoke the Thunder Ancient Nation’s monarchs.

“I wonder how the Silver Galaxy Lord will handle this,” Wu Xin thought.

Gui Xu held high status within the Silver Galaxy Nation and immediately met Mo Luo Sa to report the matter.

The Emperor of Gui Xu held high standing within the Silver River Divine Realm and immediately met Mo Luo Sa to report the matter.

“What?” Mo Luo Sa, upon hearing the news, was stunned and furious. “White Demon and Blue Dua—how dare they act this way, showing no respect whatsoever to my master!”

“Master! Master!” Mo Luo Sa immediately sent a mental message to Luo Feng.

"Master! Master!" Mo Luo Sa immediately sent a mental message to Luo Feng.

Thank you to the two new Alliance Masters, ‘Luo Yao’er’ and ‘Xiao Mu Kongkong,’ for your support!

Thank you to the two new Alliance Masters, 'Luo Yao'er' and 'Xiao Mu Kongkong', for your support!

(End of Chapter)