I am the Thunder Emperor in the fight

Blood of the Primordial Era!

The bones of the primordial era!

Mo Yu could feel that the blood in his body was no longer a warm liquid, but had turned into surging lava.

Each heartbeat is like a volcano erupting in the chest, pumping a torrent of scalding heat to every part of the body.

The meridians widened as they burned, as if countless rivers of magma were roaring and flowing through the body. Wherever they passed, there was both tearing pain and the ultimate exhilaration of the old body being reshaped and new power being born.

This primordial blood endowed Mo Yu with an almost abnormal regenerative ability; even deep wounds that expose the bone could heal at a speed visible to the naked eye, and regenerating broken bones was not difficult.

Now, Mo Yu's bones are even more abnormal, with a density far exceeding that of gold and iron, and as heavy as a mountain.

At this moment, Mo Yu felt as if he was carrying an invisible mountain on his back, and every movement required a huge amount of strength.

But once Mo Yu adapted, this heaviness transformed into unparalleled solidity and stability.

When standing, Mo Yu seemed to be connected to the earth, rooted thousands of feet deep. With a gentle punch, his arm bones were like dragons, easily shattering the void.

With the Primordial Bone, Mo Yu could maximize the capacity to bear and compress the violent energy from the Primordial Blood, preventing it from bursting his body.

Mo Yu clenched his fists. He could feel his bones emitting a deep hum, like a resounding bell, a sign that his power was overflowing and about to erupt.

"What primordial blood and primordial bones!" Mo Yu exclaimed.

Mo Yu had a feeling that even if he stood still, a Celestial Supreme wouldn't be able to do anything to him.

However, before Mo Yu could rejoice for long, the third trial arrived in quick succession!

Soul-Devouring Refinement!

The surrounding scenery vanished, and Mo Yu found himself in absolute darkness and deathly silence.

Countless twisted, ferocious, ancient evil thoughts, like sharks smelling blood, surged towards him from all directions.

These evil thoughts are fragments of the violent, bloodthirsty, insane, and desperate will left behind by countless powerful and ferocious beasts that have fallen in the long river of history.

They are formless and intangible, yet more terrifying than any physical attack. Their goal is to devour Mo Yu's soul and seize his intelligence.

"Kill! Kill them all!"

"Power! Devour! Evolution!"

"Loneliness... eternal death..."

"Submit, give me your body!"

Various negative emotions and chaotic thoughts assaulted Mo Yu's mental defenses like a tidal wave.

His consciousness began to blur, and various illusions appeared before his eyes, amplifying the fear and desires deep within his heart.

However, just as Mo Yu was about to succumb, a glint of light suddenly appeared in his eyes. His unfathomable black eyes, like an abyss, dispelled all evil thoughts and desires.

What was the most difficult third hurdle for others was the easiest one for Mo Yu, whose will was unwavering.

Faced with countless twisted and ferocious ancient evil thoughts, Mo Yu remained unmoved, like an old monk in meditation, slowly closing his eyes and letting the wind and rain blow as they pleased.

Time passed, and the surging malice around Mo Yu, who remained unmoved by reason, gradually dissipated.

At a certain moment, Mo Yu's eyes also suddenly opened.

At this moment, having undergone such a soul cleansing, Mo Yu seemed to be able to 'hear' the collective echoes coming from the depths of his soul. It was the first thunder at the beginning of creation, the roar of the primordial beasts, the whispers of the innate gods and demons, and the cries of all things at birth.

"The soul of the primordial era..." Mo Yu murmured.

He felt as if nothing had changed about him, yet something earth-shattering had occurred, a change that was indescribable but profoundly significant.

Mo Yu shook his head, then slowly stood up. He was still standing in that chaotic space, but his body had undergone earth-shattering changes.

Blood like mercury, flowing with the sound of wind and thunder; bones like jade, concealing golden light, indestructible; soul clear, like tempered glass, unyielding and solid.

He successfully survived the trials of the 'Three Desolations'!

"The mortal body has been shed, and the ancestral foundation has been established..." For some reason, Mo Yu suddenly thought of this sentence.

As soon as Mo Yu finished speaking, the chaotic air currents in front of him parted, revealing an ancient stone door that seemed to be built from the bones of countless stars.

Behind the door lies the true core of the Desolate Ancestor Body's power, and the final battlefield that will determine whether he can ultimately become the new master of the Desolate Ancestor Body.

Mo Yu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, dragging his refreshed yet still heavy-pressured body, his eyes burning with an even more intense flame, and stepped into the stone door.

As Mo Yu was undergoing the 'Trial of the Three Desolations', whispers arose outside the Great Desolation Tower. Powerful figures from all sides stared in astonishment at the sudden disappearance of Mo Yu and his companions.

"What happened? Where are the contestants on the last floor? Huang Xuan, Huang Ye, and Mo Yu are all gone."

"It seems they are undergoing trials to develop the Desolate Ancestor Body. I wonder who will succeed?"

"It's highly likely that he's the young patriarch of the Ancient Desolate Clan. If the Ancient Desolate Clan obtains the Ancient Desolate Ancestral Body, their strength and reputation will reach their peak, absolutely comparable to the pinnacle level in the Great Thousand World."

"That Huangye is no different, except that he doesn't have a clan leader who is a father. I think he has a chance."

"If you ask me, Mo Yu is the biggest dark horse. It's possible that the Desolate Ancestor Body will fall into the hands of someone who is not from the Desolate Ancient Clan. In that case, the Desolate Ancient Clan will probably be doing all the work for someone else."

……

A chorus of whispers arose, filled with envy. After all, that was the Desolate Ancestor Body, one of the five original Dharma bodies in the Great Thousand Worlds. No matter who it fell into, it would completely change the landscape of the Great Thousand Worlds.

Qing Yanjing and Qing Xuan looked at this scene and exchanged a glance. The latter said, "I don't know if Mo Yu will succeed. I heard that the Ancient Desolate Conference has been held many times, but among so many outstanding talents of the Ancient Desolate Clan, not one has been able to succeed."

The ancient Futu clan also understands how difficult it is to gain recognition from the original Dharma body, after all, the ancient Futu clan possesses the Infinite Light Body, one of the five original Dharma bodies.

However, for thousands of years, not a single member of the Futu Ancient Clan has been able to gain the recognition of the Endless Light Body. They can only possess mountains of gold, but they have no use for them.

Upon hearing this, Qing Yanjing pursed her red lips slightly and said, "With his abilities, perhaps he can create a miracle."

Although Qing Yanjing knew that gaining the approval of the original Dharma body was difficult, for some reason, she always felt that miracles would happen with Mo Yu.

On the other side, on that high platform, Huang Qiu's expression also became solemn, his face constantly changing, his meaning unclear.

Originally, it was a rare event for two members of the Ancient Desolate Clan to undergo the test of the Desolate Ancestor Body. However, what worried Huang Qiu was that Mo Yu also participated in the test of the Desolate Ancestor Body, and Mo Yu's performance was equally astonishing.

If Mo Yu successfully gains the approval of the Desolate Ancestor, how should the Desolate Ancient Clan conduct itself?

"Clan leader, whether it's Huangxuan or Huangye, they are outstanding talents that our clan has not seen in a thousand years. I believe they will not let us down." The First Elder seemed to have seen Huangqiu's worries and said slowly.

Upon hearing this, Huang Qiu's expression did not ease much. He looked towards the last floor of the Great Wilderness Tower and murmured, "I hope so. Otherwise, even if my Ancient Wilderness Clan makes a fool of itself in front of the world, the Ancestral Body of the Wilderness cannot be allowed to leak out."

Upon hearing this, the elders of the ancient clans present exchanged glances, seemingly understanding the unspoken meaning behind Huang Qiu's words.

If Mo Yu truly inherited the Desolate Ancestor Body, then even if the Desolate Ancient Clan breaks its promise from back then and is ridiculed by the world, it must never allow the Desolate Ancestor Body to flow out.

After all, the Desolate Ancestor Body has become a symbol of the Desolate Ancient Clan, and it must not be lost.

……

This is the last floor of the Great Wilderness Tower.

Within the chaotic space above the altar.

After entering the stone gate, Mo Yu found that it was completely empty. As for the so-called Desolate Ancestor Body, it was nowhere to be found. No matter how Mo Yu searched, it was like a void space, yielding no results.

Your heart is too noisy.

However, just as Mo Yu was deep in thought, an old, hoarse voice, like two stubborn stones rubbing against each other, suddenly rang in his mind.

"who is it?"

"It is your will that is incessantly proclaiming 'I want to become stronger,' 'I want to conquer,' and 'I want to protect.'"

The voice rang out again, devoid of any emotion, yet striking straight to the depths of the soul.

"Desolation is silence, is the void, is the 'nothingness' of the beginning of all things. How can your noisy thoughts bear the true meaning of 'desolation'?"

Mo Yu was deeply shaken.

He instantly understood that this was not an outsider, but the will of the 'Desolate Ancestor', or rather, the guiding spirit of the 'Desolate Ancestor Body' inheritance.

He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, and silently asked himself, "What should I do?"

"Let it go," the will answered.

"Let go of your attachments, let go of your desires, even let go of 'you' yourself, and feel the 'wilderness', not as a tool, but... become a part of it."

Upon hearing this, Mo Yu was taken aback, and then a thoughtful look flashed in his eyes.

At the same time, the scene before him suddenly changed, as if he had entered another world.

The spiritual energy here is so thin it's almost nonexistent; the earth is cracked and barren, and even time seems to have become viscous and slow.

Seeing this, Mo Yu seemed to realize something. He abandoned all spiritual power and sat in the center of this desolate land with only his purest physical body.

On the first day, the extreme silence disturbed him, and his craving for spiritual power tormented him like an addiction.

On the seventh day, hunger and weakness overwhelmed him like a tidal wave, and he began to hallucinate, seeing Cai Lin Xiao Yu, seeing Xiao Yan...

On the thirtieth day, his body almost blended into the cracked earth around him, his skin turned ashen, and his heartbeat slowed to the point of near-stopping.

Just as his consciousness was about to completely sink, he 'heard' the 'voice' of this land for the first time—it was not a sound, but an ultimate state of all things returning to silence, from existence to nothingness.

He sensed the ancient stillness deep within the earth, and beneath that stillness, he sensed a barely perceptible stirring of life.

He is no longer 'cultivating in the wilderness', but has begun to 'become the wilderness'.

At this moment, the silent bone fragment in his arms emitted a faint, warm, primordial aura for the first time.

The real test begins when Mo Yu first resonates with the concept of 'desolation'.

That mysterious will led him into a mental illusion—'Eternal Desolation'.

Here, he is no longer an observer, but a participant.

His consciousness was thrown into one time and space segment after another that was heading towards 'desolation'.

He became the emperor of a vast divine kingdom, possessing thousands of miles of rivers and mountains and hundreds of millions of subjects.

Then, he watched helplessly as the dynasty decayed over time, loyal ministers turned to dust, and prosperous cities were buried by yellow sand. In the end, all glory returned to dust, leaving only the howling sand to tell the story of the past.

It became a giant tree that could support the sky, its branches and leaves blocking out the sun, full of vitality.

Then, he felt himself slowly withering under the erosion of lightning, insects, and time, his branches and leaves falling, his trunk decaying, and finally collapsing with a crash, turning into nourishment for new life.

He became an ancient, ferocious beast that dominated the primordial world, roaring down stars and roaming freely across the eight wastelands.

Then, he experienced the loss of power, the decline of his race, and watched his companions fall one by one, while he himself grew old in endless loneliness, his massive body becoming part of the mountains.

Every experience is a loss, an end.

Mo Yu experienced extreme sadness, resentment, anger, and despair during the process.

His mind was torn apart time and time again, only to be reassembled again and again in that extreme desolation and annihilation.

He understood that the 'Ancestral Body' represented not only power, but also a profound understanding and acceptance of "the end".

Those who cannot bear the weight of the end are not worthy of possessing the power of origin.

When Mo Yu broke free from the 'Eternal Desolation', his eyes changed.

The former profundity and persistence have been replaced by a bottomless tranquility, a serene calm that comes from witnessing the rise and fall of countless civilizations and seeing through the vicissitudes and cycles of life.

"You possess the blood, bones, and soul of the primordial era. Your entire body has transformed into a primordial form, including your heart, and you have initially acquired the qualifications to bear the 'primordial'."

Now, with your will and strength, prove to the 'old master' of this body that you are qualified to become the 'new master' of the Desolate Ancestor Body.

As soon as that voice of will fell, the scene before Mo Yu's eyes suddenly changed.

He felt as if he were in a primordial battlefield, where chaos reigned and the world was filled with raging primordial energy.

At this moment, a colossal, ancient figure, towering and seemingly from the distant past, slowly coalesced before Mo Yu.

It is not a real entity, but rather a condensation of the purest desolate energy and fighting spirit—the Desolate Ancestor Battle Soul!

It had no specific appearance, only a humanoid outline, and was surrounded by a terrifying aura that distorted the very space around it.

The eyes of the Desolate Ancestor War Soul, burning with chaotic flames, were fixed on Mo Yu.

There were no words, no declaration of war.

"war!"

The Desolate Ancestor War Soul unleashed a soul-shaking roar at Mo Yu, then unleashed a powerful punch.

This punch was incredibly simple and direct, yet it contained terrifying destructive power capable of shattering stars and obliterating laws.

Wherever the fist's wind passed, even the chaotic air currents were dispersed and returned to nothingness!