Chapter 232: Energy Source

Wang Zhizé's miracle of taming energy did not bring even a moment of peace.

Roar—

The low growl from the giant beast Wang Shan's throat made Li Hu, who had just relaxed, lift his heart up to his throat again.

This sound held no praise, no relief, only… impatience.

It seemed to say: "Is this all the progress? Too slow."

Immediately after, the entire Shuijingdongxue resonated violently once more. The monster remnants just torn apart by Wang Shan, the energy dissipating in the air, and even the crystals on the cave walls themselves began to twist and reconverge.

New shadow monsters were squeezed out of the void, one after another.

"No way?!" Li Hu shouted, "Is this stuff like chives? Cut one batch and another grows, never ending."

Zhang Mei's face turned deathly pale as she gripped Li Hu's arm so tightly her nails nearly dug into her flesh. The despair of facing an enemy that could not be slaughtered, endlessly renewing, was more crushing than any powerful individual.

This time, the giant beast Wang Shan did not immediately launch into slaughter as before.

Its mountain‑range‑like head slowly lifted, scarlet beast eyes piercing through the newborn monster horde to gaze toward the cave's deepest point. There lay chaos, where even light was swallowed and nothing could be seen.

But everyone felt a pressure, tens of millions of times more terrifying than all those monsters combined, faintly emanating from that direction.

That was the source.

"Roar!"

A roar—not at the monsters, but at his own two grandsons.

This roar, Li Hu couldn't understand, but the Wang Family brothers beside him shuddered all over.

Wang Zhitao had still been kneeling on the ground, panting; hearing this roar, he snapped his head up, a flash of bewilderment crossing his eyes, which was instantly replaced by a deep‑blood frenzy and thirst.

Wang Zhizé's face changed even more dramatically; the jade slip in his hand grew scorching hot, and a vague yet grand image was etched directly into his mind—a colossal energy vortex spinning madly, indescribable in words.

Grandfather's meaning was simple.

Rather than passively cutting grass here, it would be better to go dig up the roots.

"What kind of joke is this…" Wang Zhizé's lips trembled.

"Go to that place? That's not digging up grass roots—it's jumping into a meat grinder!"

However, the giant beast Wang Shan gave them no time to hesitate.

It moved.

Its massive body, like a moving mountain, did not charge at the newborn monsters; instead it slammed straight through, carving a brutal path through the horde straight toward the cave's depths.

"Follow!"

A command belonging to no language exploded directly in the souls of Wang Zhitao and Wang Zhizé.

"Brother!" Wang Zhitao struggled to his feet, his eyes blazing with mad battle intent.

Wang Zhizé gritted his teeth, grabbed his brother and hauled him up, staggering after him. He knew they had no choice.

"Hey! What kind of family activity are you three up to? Wait for us!" Li Hu shouted at the top of his lungs, but the trio of one person and two beasts had already vanished swiftly into the darkness.

An invisible force held him and Zhang Mei firmly in place, seemingly a "protection" left behind by Wang Shan as he departed.

"Damn…" Li Hu plopped onto the ground, staring at the bottomless darkness, feeling his teeth ache, "This old coot really is training his grandsons like livestock…"

……

The deeper they went, the more violent the surrounding energy became.

Wang Zhizé felt he wasn't walking a road but swimming through a storm of blades. If it weren't for Grandfather forging ahead, this pressure alone could grind him and his brother into powder.

Finally, they stopped.

Ahead lay the darkness that not even light could escape.

An incomprehensibly vast energy vortex slowly turned. It was this space's "Source of Creation" and also the "Core of Destruction". Countless mutated creatures spawned like foam from its edge, then were flung throughout the cave.

Here, it was the womb of monsters.

"Roar——!"

The giant beast Wang Shan faced the vortex and let out a roar brimming with trembling and excitement.

Without a hint of hesitation, its massive body lunged forward, wedging its upper half deep into the vortex's edge!

"Boom!!!"

An indescribable torrent of energy instantly engulfed Wang Shan. Its indestructible body surface cracked and melted over a wide area, only to be refilled and reshaped in the next second by even more violent energy.

It was like a reef stubbornly resisting the ocean's fury.

"Grandfather!" Wang Zhitao's eyes were about to burst.

At that moment, a surge of energy far more brutal and primal than any before, following an invisible bond along some bloodline, burst from Wang Shan's back, forming a black energy lash that slammed into Wang Zhitao's body!

"Ugh ah ah ah ah——!"

Wang Zhitao let out a cry that was hardly human.

If the energy he had previously swallowed was a stream, what was now pouring in was a burst dam flood! His "Devouring Origin Tyrant Body" was a joke before this force—his body swelled at a visible speed, as if countless poisonous snakes writhed beneath his skin.

He was about to explode!

"Zhitao!"

Wang Zhizé's eyes turned blood‑red; at the moment his brother was about to burst, he did something verging on madness. Instead of blocking the influx, he pressed the scorching hot Black Jade Slip firmly against Wang Zhitao's rear heart!

"Don't think about swallowing it! Treat it as your weapon, use your own body as a barrel, and fire it out for me! No—output it to me!"

Wang Zhizé's consciousness merged with the jade slip; he was no longer soothing or taming, but forcibly carving a "Flood Release Channel" inside his brother's body.

"Brother…" Wang Zhitao's consciousness faded, hearing only the last few words.

"Give…… you……"

He summoned his last strength, hurling the destructive energy that was about to burst him outward through the sole "exit" at his rear heart!

"Hum——!"

After passing through Wang Zhitao's preliminary "refinement," that violent energy had shifted from pitch black to a black‑gold hue streaked with a hint of destructive gold. It flowed along the jade slip toward Wang Zhizé.

But Wang Zhize did not absorb it.

His hands traced a mysterious trajectory in front of his body, the jade slip hovering in his palm. That black-gold energy was guided and woven by him in a wondrous way, ultimately forming a stable and tenacious energy shield that enveloped the two brothers and the giant beast Wang Shan ahead.

Three generations of ancestors and descendants, at this moment, formed a strange and efficient cycle.

Wang Shan, at the forefront, used his immortal beast body as a "dam", bearing the most terrifying impact, and conveyed the first stream of filtered "prime essence" to Wang Zhitao.

Wang Zhitao, in the middle, used his "Devouring Origin Overlord Body" as a "furnace", forging and refining the mixed energy again.

And Wang Zhize, at the end, transformed into an "artisan", forging the refined pure energy into armor protecting them.

"Dam," "furnace," "artisan".

One devouring, one transformation, one shaping.

In this Deadly Land Core where even gods must flee, they, in the most crazy and primitive way, found their own path of survival.

Or rather, it is the path to godhood that Wang Shan paved for them……