Chapter 32 ​The sky above the wasteland was a chaotic tapestry of violet fire, with jagged bolts of lightning weaving through the obsidian clouds.​In the heart of the pool, Mo Fan remained motionless. He was locked in a dual struggle: resisting the external hammer-blows of the tribulation lightning while frantically absorbing the liquid essence below. This nectar of the storm contained a primordial aura that did more than just stitch his wounds—it was rewriting his genetic code. With every cycle of destruction and rebirth, his affinity for the element deepened.​His Thunder Talent was not just growing; it was evolving.​Boom! Boom! Boom!​A barrage of lightning pillars descended, turning the desolate basin into a blinding sea of white noise and ozone. Amidst this apocalyptic display, Mo Fan endured a level of agony that would have unraveled a lesser mind, focusing entirely on his skyrocketing potential.​Three days passe

Chapter 34 ​Deep within the high-end cultivation zone of the Martial Tower, Mo Fan stood before a pinnacle-tier strength testing machine.​This specialized apparatus was designed to measure impacts of up to 10 million kilograms. Its construction cost was astronomical, making it a rarity even within the tower, reserved exclusively for the base's highest-ranking officials. Had Mo Fan not possessed his status as a Guest Elder of the Emerald Union, he likely wouldn't have been granted access.​Now that I've ascended to the Martial Artist rank, my base power has shifted. I need to see exactly where my limits lie.​With a sudden burst of movement, Mo Fan lunged forward. He didn't use any techniques; he simply funneled his raw blood vitality into a straightforward punch.​Bang!​The massive machine groaned under the impact. The digital display atop the console flickered and blurred, the numbers climbing at a dizzying speed before fina

Chapter 36 ​[Collection Successful!][Acquired: Intermediate Earth Attribute Talent!][Acquired: Intermediate Cultivation Physique!][Acquired: Tier-4 Eight-Banded Armadillo Blood Essence!]​After three consecutive prompts, Mo Fan had stripped the beast of its most valuable essence. Without a moment’s pause, he gave the mental command: "Fuse!"​First came the Intermediate Earth Talent. Having integrated numerous high-level powers already, his body had grown accustomed to the evolutionary strain; the once-agonizing process was now a mere background thrum that he could easily ignore. The cultivation physique followed, merging seamlessly into his foundation.​He immediately opened his status:​[Target: Mo Fan]​[Physique: Extraordinary Immortal Thunder Body]​[Talents: High-level Sabermanship, Mid-level Wind, Mid-level Earth, Low-level Space]​As the new talent took root, the knowledge of i

Chapter 38 ​The rank-and-file warriors were locked in a visceral struggle, but the battle at the Grandmaster level was even more macabre.​The seven surviving human masters, including Wu Zhaojin, had been completely hemmed in by dozens of Tier-4 beasts. No matter how they lunged or maneuvered, the circle of monsters only tightened. The intent was clear: the beast tide sought to decapitate Shuli’s leadership to ensure no one escaped the coming slaughter.​"I’m taking you with me!"​BOOM!​One of the injured Grandmasters, his Yuan Power utterly depleted, looked at the closing circle of Tier-4 predators with a flash of terminal defiance. He ignited his very life force and blood vitality, charging into the thickest cluster of beasts before self-detonating.​The resulting shockwave was cataclysmic, vaporizing one Tier-4 beast and mangling another. It momentarily halted the advance, but the reprieve was brief. Dozens more

Chapter 40 ​The sound began as a mere whisper, a thin, ghostly vibration in the air. But within heartbeats, it swelled into a deafening roar—the sound of a hurricane meeting the sea, a piercing, metallic shriek that stung the ears of every living thing on the field.​"This... this sound..."​The Flaming White Ape, possessing the high intelligence of a Tier-5 King, felt its soul shudder. The noise wasn't coming from Mo Fan's weapon; it was emanating from his very body. It was as if Mo Fan had transformed into a divine sword, slowly and inexorably being drawn from its scabbard.​Every time Mo Fan’s blade flickered, the sharpness in his eyes intensified. The "Sword-Hum" within his bones grew more jagged, more absolute.​"This insect is achieving enlightenment? Now?!" An unprecedented chill flooded the Ape's heart. It looked at the tiny human and, for the first time, saw its own death. It realized that if it allowed this sound