I am the Thunder Emperor in the fight

In the chaotic space, a figure stood silently with his back to Mo Yu.

It is not made of flesh and blood, but is a physical entity formed from the purest purple-gold desolate energy and overwhelming battle intent—the Desolate Ancestor Battle Soul.

Its size is not towering, yet it gives people the illusion that it is the core of this world.

It was surrounded by visible chaotic energy, and the space around it was constantly being created and destroyed, emitting a faint mournful sound.

Just by standing there, the vastness, domineering presence, and indifference that seemed to regard all things as straw dogs, emanating from the ages, was enough to make even a Heavenly Sovereign level expert lose their composure.

The newly generated blood within Mo Yu's body, fused with the power of the Primordial Ancestral Ape, flowed faster involuntarily. It wasn't out of fear, but rather an extreme fighting spirit born from encountering a destined foe.

The Desolate Ancestor's War Soul slowly turned around.

It had no facial features; its face was only a swirling vortex of chaos. Deep within the vortex were two eyes burning with the flames of annihilation, locked onto Mo Yu.

There were no words, no declaration of war.

An extremely concentrated will, like billions of invisible spears, pierced fiercely into Mo Yu's soul!

"war!"

This is not a sound, but a command directly imprinted deep within the soul, the sole meaning of the existence of the battle spirit!

"Roar!"

Mo Yu made the first move, knowing full well that in the face of such an existence, retreat meant destruction.

The power of the primordial ape within him erupted fully, and purple-gold qi and blood smoke soared into the sky, transforming him into a primordial giant ape roaring across the starry river.

He shattered the earth with a single step, his figure as swift as lightning, and unleashed his strongest physical killing move to date—the Primordial Ape Demon Fist!

Wherever the fist passed, the space emitted a piercing sound of tearing cloth, and the pure power condensed into a purple-gold pillar of light, which blasted towards the battle spirit.

Faced with this attack that was powerful enough to shatter the continent, the Desolate Ancestor War Soul simply raised its palm, spread its five fingers, and gently clenched its fist towards the purple-gold pillar of light.

"Buzz!"

An invisible domain, imbued with the essence of primordial chaos, spread out from the center of his palm.

Mo Yu's ferocious and unparalleled fist force, upon contact with this domain, was like a snowflake thrown into a raging fire, its speed suddenly reduced and its light dimmed. Finally, it completely vanished without a trace when it was still a few feet away from Zhan Hun's palm.

It wasn't shattered, but rather "assimilated," "annihilated," and reduced to the most basic "wasteland"!

Barren territory!

It can drag all energy, matter, and even laws into the absolute realm of ending!

The battle spirit retaliated, its fingers forming a blade, and it gently slashed at Mo Yu across the void.

"Hey!"

A hazy, desolate aura tore through the sky, and wherever it passed, the enormous skeletons on the chaotic battlefield silently turned to dust.

This attack targets not only the physical body but also the very essence of life, seemingly aiming to 'erasure' Mo Yu's existence from its very root.

Mo Yu's pupils contracted as he accelerated to the limit, narrowly avoiding the attack.

However, the clothes on his shoulders were still swept away by the dissipating desolate energy and instantly turned into nothingness. Along with them, the skin below also lost all vitality, becoming gray and dry, as if it had experienced ten thousand years.

"Invincible!"

Mo Yu instantly understood.

This Desolate Ancestor's War Soul's application of the 'Primordial' power has reached a state of perfection, far surpassing his superficial fusion.

He changed his strategy, moving with the agility of a monkey across the battlefield, no longer engaging in direct combat, but instead trying to find weaknesses in the battle spirit.

He concentrated his will to the extreme, combining it with the fighting instincts of the ancestral ape, and every dodge and every block was exquisite.

At the same time, he began to try to activate the 'wilderness' conception that he had just begun to understand within his body.

"Your 'desolation' is deathly silence! It's the end! But I'm different!"

Mo Yu roared in his heart, his will clashing violently with the will of the battle spirit.

"The primordial ape I refined represents power, the most primal roar of life! My 'wildness' is the ultimate power, the creation of new life from destruction!"

Mo Yu, transformed into a primordial giant ape, threw another punch, this time with a changed intent.

The purplish-gold blood and qi were mixed with a trace of chaotic gray energy.

The fist technique is no longer just about ferocity, but also carries a flavor of 'depriving life force' and 'returning to one's origin'.

"Boom!"

Fist and palm clashed again. This time, Mo Yu was not directly knocked away, but the terrifying desolate energy, like a bone-deep ailment, frantically eroded along his arm, fiercely clashing with the ancestral ape power and the newly born desolate intent within his body.

His arm was in excruciating pain, as if countless tiny blades were scraping his bones and devouring his blood.

The battle spirit's attacks were like a whirlwind, relentless and uninterrupted.

Fist, palm, finger, leg—each strike contains a different, desolate transformation.

Sometimes it is like the passage of time, eroding lifespan; sometimes it is like the collapse of civilization, disintegrating will; sometimes it is like the fall of stars, bringing pure destruction.

Mo Yu was like a small boat in a storm, repeatedly defeated, his body covered in wounds, golden blood splattered on the battlefield, but the flames of war in his eyes burned ever brighter.

His body cycles through destruction and rebirth, and his understanding of 'wilderness' deepens rapidly with each confrontation.

"Not enough! Not enough!"

Mo Yu knelt on the ground, coughing up large mouthfuls of golden blood containing desolate energy.

He felt the primordial blood, primordial bones, and primordial soul within his body shaking.

"Simply imitating and confronting it will never defeat it... We must surpass it!"

He recalled the guiding will's words: "Become a part of it."

In a flash, Mo Yu understood completely.

He abruptly dispersed all the surging blood and qi and the desolate intent of resistance in his body, and even completely released his defense.

Mo Yu stood before the Desolate Ancestor's War Soul without any warning, and closed his eyes.

This appearance suggests that they have given up resisting.

But the next moment, a deeper, more restrained aura, which seemed to resonate with the entire chaotic battlefield and the endless desolate primordial sea, slowly awakened from Mo Yu's body.

He no longer regarded 'wilderness' as an external force, nor did he regard the power of the ancestral ape merely as a tool.

He used his own will, his own soul, and his unwavering 'Dao' as the core, and forcibly fused the 'power origin' of the Primordial Ancestral Ape with the 'desolate true meaning' of the Desolate Ancestral Body into one furnace, just like forging metal and stone!

His body became a furnace, his will was a flame, and his path was a mold!

"I am the furnace!"

"My heart is the fire of the Way!"

"melt!"

He suddenly opened his eyes!

In his eyes, the left eye was filled with the dazzling golden light of the primordial ape roaring across the starry river, while the right eye was filled with the chaotic grayness of desolation and the return of all things to annihilation!

Two completely different forces intertwined and merged deep within his pupils, ultimately transforming into a brand new color, unique to him, Mo Yu—a purple-gold chaotic color!

The purple-gold Dao patterns on his skin, which were originally just lines, now seemed to come alive, flickering like breathing, perfectly synchronized with the rhythm of the entire battlefield.

The powerful punch from the Desolate Ancestor's War Soul had already landed in front of him, enough to send a small continent back to its original state.

Mo Yu stopped dodging and blocking.

He simply and calmly extended his right index finger toward the destructive fist.

Above the fingertips, there is no brilliance, only a point of ultimate 'return to origin', as if even 'desolation' itself has been swallowed and encompassed by it.

“I am existence itself, and your wasteland is also a part of my existence.”

Fingertips and fists, a light touch.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, no all-encompassing shockwave.

Time seemed to freeze.

The destructive force of the Desolate Ancestor's battle spirit, upon touching Mo Yu's fingertips, vanished silently into that point of 'Return to Origin' like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, without stirring up the slightest ripple.

The next moment, the massive body of the Desolate Ancestor Battle Soul, formed from the desolate energy, began to disintegrate inch by inch from the point of contact with Mo Yu's fist, transforming into the purest primordial energy.

Instead of attacking, they swarmed towards Mo Yu with a meek and joyful demeanor, as if paying homage to a monarch.

In its chaotic eyes, what remained in the end was no longer indifference and fighting spirit, but complete recognition and... blessing.

"Boom!!!"

As the War Soul of the Desolate Ancestor dissipated, the entire Primordial Battlefield began to tremble and collapse, returning to its most primordial state of desolation.

At the same time, behind that stone door, the boundless Desolate Ancestral Origin Sea boiled over, stirring up a chaotic giant wave that connected heaven and earth, which poured into Mo Yu's body on an unprecedented scale!

This time, the fusion of powers is no longer about destruction and reshaping, but about perfection and sublimation.

Every inch of his flesh and blood was greedily absorbing this ultimate nourishment, evolving towards a perfect life form.

The dark gold light on the bones was restrained, becoming warm and smooth like jade, yet indestructible.

The blood surged like a galaxy, heavy and scorching, its color deepening, as if tiny primordial stardust were floating within it.

With each heartbeat, his heart roared like the war drums of ancient gods and demons, pumping out not just simple blood, but the essence of life containing ancient power.

Nourished by the endless source, the soul and will continue to grow stronger, as if they could perceive eternity and control reincarnation with a single thought.

His appearance did not become ferocious; instead, it became more harmonious, with his skin displaying a healthy bronze hue and the ancient, purplish-gold Dao patterns imprinted on it like natural totems, adding endless mystery and majesty.

Her long hair moved without wind, the ends tinged with a chaotic color. Her purple-gold chaotic eyes were as deep as the starry sea, seeing through illusions and reflecting the essence.

"Boom!"

The boundless primordial power, like a bursting dam, surged into Mo Yu's limbs and bones, washing over every inch of his flesh, every bone, and every meridian.

This was a power far beyond his imagination, ancient, vast, and domineering, carrying the primordial law of obliterating everything and giving birth to everything.

Pain, unparalleled pain, as if thrown into a furnace of heaven and earth, undergoing a thousand hammerings and forgings.

But Mo Yu's heart was at peace like never before.

He felt himself merging with this power, feeling himself transforming from a human being into a more ancient and powerful life form...

Within the chaotic battlefield, the ancient will that remained in the darkness nodded slightly upon witnessing this scene.

Next, he will wait for the transformation to complete, at which point Mo Yu will be able to truly cultivate the Primordial Body.

Of course, this primordial body is not truly invincible, but it symbolizes an extremely high level of physical strength. In the vast world, even among saintly beings, very few can cultivate their physical body to this level.

The ancient will nodded in satisfaction, then fell into a light sleep, waiting for Mo Yu to complete his transformation.

And this wait lasted another year.

When the ancient light and shadow opened their eyes again, a faint yet powerful fluctuation was brewing within that primordial body amidst the chaos.

Seeing this, the ancient light and shadow knew that Mo Yu's primordial body had been cultivated to about 90% completion. All that remained was for the final step of transformation to be completed, and a brand new and powerful physical body would be born.

Outside the Great Wilderness Tower.

At this moment, the atmosphere outside became extremely oppressive. The source of all this was due to the fact that Huang Xuan and Huang Lie came out of the Great Wilderness Tower more than half a year ago.

The Ancient Desolate Assembly is a grand ceremony held by the Ancient Desolate Clan once every few decades. Its purpose is to select suitable members of the Ancient Desolate Clan to inherit the Ancient Desolate Ancestor's Body and strengthen the power of the Ancient Desolate Clan.

But when Huang Xuan and Huang Lie came out empty-handed, everyone knew that this Ancient Desolate Assembly had failed again, and the Desolate Ancestor Body still had not chosen a new master.

However, this was nothing to the Ancient Desolate Clan, since they had failed countless times over thousands of years and were already used to it.

If the five primordial Dharma bodies were so easy to inherit, then none of the geniuses of the five ancient races would have been able to successfully cultivate them. Even though the Desolate Ancient Race failed, no one dared to laugh at them.

But this time was an exception, because not only did an outsider infiltrate the Ancient Desolate Conference, but more importantly, this outsider also made it to the last level and stayed in the Great Desolate Tower for a year!

Everyone knows what a year represents, and if nothing unexpected happens, the Desolate Ancestor Body is very likely to appear soon.

However, to the dismay of all the members of the Ancient Desolate Clan, this new master of the Ancient Desolate Ancestral Body was not from the Ancient Desolate Clan!

In an instant, undercurrents began to surge throughout the ancient clan…

More than half a year has passed since Mo Yu was alone in the Great Wilderness Tower.

Over the past six months, the events that have occurred on this desolate continent have attracted the attention of almost the entire Great Thousand World.

Because everyone could feel that as time went on, the atmosphere outside the Great Wilderness Tower became increasingly oppressive, and the storm contained within it was enough to make many Heavenly Sovereigns feel breathless.

On that high platform, Huang Qiu stood expressionless, with twenty figures standing silently behind him.

These twenty figures emanated extremely powerful spiritual energy fluctuations, causing the heavens and earth to tremble, because they were all Heavenly Sovereigns!

Twenty Heavenly Sovereigns!

This is the foundation of the Ancient Desolate Clan, enough to make many super forces tremble with fear. Ordinary super forces only need one Heavenly Sovereign to establish a sect, but the Ancient Desolate Clan has a full twenty!

Before us, including Huang Qiu, is a Saint-level expert and twenty Heavenly Sovereigns. This is the strongest fighting force of the Ancient Desolate Clan that truly shakes the Great Thousand Worlds.

And now, this entire fighting force has appeared before the world.