He Yiming’s Heavenly Might, though devastating, instantly annihilated countless monsters within a vast area. Yet, this moment of triumph was fleeting, as before his eyes, an even greater horde surged forth from the distance, boiling up from the sandy expanse. Their numbers seemed inexhaustible, like the tides of the ocean, quickly filling the massive crater he had just carved out within mere heartbeats.

They managed to fill the abyss purely through overwhelming quantity. The teeming masses of monsters piled one upon another, obscuring everything. They devoured everything in the sand without hesitation, even the extremely fine, pulverized fragments of monster remains that had scattered upon explosion were thoroughly consumed.

Looking out, the scene below resembled a vast, moving ocean of sesame seeds, except this sea was shifting with terrifying speed.

He Yiming drew a deep breath, and an almost violent urge to vomit surged in his chest. Any ordinary human encountering such an endless, terrifying tide of monsters would surely experience a similar visceral reaction.

On the ground, the ape-like monsters, after crawling for some time, began to converge directly beneath He Yiming. They started climbing atop one another’s backs, pressing body against body, forming a colossal structure akin to a pyramid, inching their way upward toward the airborne He Yiming.

A chill traced its way down his spine. These creatures already possessed formidable physical capabilities, but their lust for annihilation was even stronger. If a massive influx of such beings were allowed into his own world, it would undoubtedly mean total extinction.

At this moment, He Yiming finally understood the plight of the Great Dragon and the former masters of the Divine Path. It wasn't that they refused to return; it was that they genuinely could not.

Sighing inwardly, he muttered a low curse. Those who created this dimensional conduit without cause were simply courting death.

A low, resonant buzzing sound drifted from the distance once more, signaling the rapid aerial approach of a colossal wave of monsters.

Suddenly, He Yiming’s expression shifted slightly, and his body zipped laterally across the air for dozens of zhang. In the exact spot where he had been hovering moments before, over ten monstrous shapes flashed past.

These ape-like creatures moved with startling velocity, having already built their living wall to an astonishing height in just a brief span. Those at the pinnacle ceased stacking and began launching themselves upward with desperate vigor.

Their physical prowess was exceptional, and their leaping height was utterly unexpected, managing to just graze the edge of He Yiming, who hovered at a low altitude.

After evading the initial assault, He Yiming flicked his wrist gently. This time, he channeled only a tenth of his Metal True Qi, but he amplified it through the power of the Five Elements Ring.

Dozens of beams of golden power sliced through the air, emitting sharp, whistling screeches that effectively drowned out the high-pitched, irritating squeaks of the monsters.

With five-tenths of his normal strength, he could previously shred even stronger flying monsters into pulp. Now, though using only one-tenth of his Qi, he wielded the five-fold amplification of the Five Elements World. That powerful golden energy swept through the air, cleaving the leading ten or so leaping monsters precisely in half at the waist.

The creatures shrieked as they tumbled back into the larger ocean of monsters below. Their bodies were swiftly torn to shreds by their own kind, leaving not a trace of blood. Moreover, the monsters below showed no pause in their advance, relentlessly shuffling their mass, pushing the peak of this moving pyramid once more toward He Yiming's feet.

Snorting in anger, He Yiming issued mental commands in his mind to the Divine Path Condensing Blood Man and the Cloud Mist Clone to intercept. They charged without hesitation toward the monsters leaping from below.

He himself extended both hands, touching his thumb and forefinger together in reverse formation.

Instantly, a colossal fluctuation of Heaven and Earth Power erupted around him. In this desolate world, the available Heaven and Earth Power was unimaginable, and even after deploying Heavenly Might, it showed no signs of depletion.

Using Heavenly Might in an environment so saturated with power was undeniably the most exhilarating experience imaginable.

A vast radiance descended from the sky. Because the monsters were so densely packed, the kill count this time reached an even more incredible figure. However, He Yiming felt no joy, for he realized the number of monsters had not diminished; rather, it seemed to be increasing.

A creeping coldness began to settle in his heart. Where exactly had that Great Dragon sent him?

Could this still be merely an outpost for these sporadic Death Beings? Surely the Dragon hadn't mistakenly deposited him right in the central command of the Death Beings themselves.

As if to confirm his dreadful suspicion, a louder, more insistent buzzing sound echoed from the farther horizon. This sound was distinct from that of the earlier flying horde, and its speed was markedly greater.

He Yiming squinted into the distance, and a new species entered his sight. These newly arrived Death Beings were considerably larger, each standing about two meters tall, and when their wings unfurled, they spanned over ten zhang. They possessed not only vastly superior strength and speed but also moved with surprising agility, their coordination seamless and perfect.

If their appearance weren't so grotesque, and if their enemy weren't him, He Yiming might have observed them with a degree of detached appreciation. But trapped in their suffocating encirclement, he found no pleasure in the spectacle.

The Five Elements Ring emitted a clear, deafening chime, and a massive wheel of five-colored light shot skyward, engulfing the newly arrived flying monsters.

Moments later, a peculiar shower of green blood rained down. These newcomers were likewise unable to withstand his power and were mercilessly shredded.

However, He Yiming's expression was now decidedly grave.

The newly emerged Death Beings were formidable, possessing strength equivalent to the average Xiantian realm expert among humans. And they arrived in formations of dozens, even hundreds. Yet, even beings of this caliber seemed destined to be mere cannon fodder.

Gazing at the increasingly dense tide of Death Beings below, an inexpressible coldness gripped He Yiming’s heart.

Under the siege of this sea of monsters, even a master at the Venerable level could not escape annihilation. The sheer quantity was overwhelming, and they appeared to cherish their lives not at all; it seemed that merely leaping forward to bite was worth any price, even certain death.

Facing creatures like these, unless one possessed the power of a Five Qi Great Venerable capable of utilizing a Divine Weapon for flight, there was truly no path but death.

He raised the Five Elements Ring high, unleashing torrents of multi-hued light as if the energy was free.

With the special five-fold amplification function, He Yiming’s only advantage was an inexhaustible supply of power; he was not afraid of a war of attrition. He would see whose reserves—his True Qi or their sheer numbers—would yield first.

The area below instantly erupted in sprays of green blood as countless Death Beings were reduced to true corpses. Gradually, He Yiming’s expression remained grim, but his inner state was far from calm.

He had lost count of how many monsters had fallen by his hand; he no longer knew how many times he had swung the Five Elements Ring or unleashed Heavenly Might.

Yet, no matter how relentlessly he killed, the number of Death Beings on the ground showed no sign of decreasing. And in the skies, yet another new type of monster began to appear: larger creatures covered in a hard, reddish carapace. Their power was even greater, reaching the level of a First-Line Heaven master.

Fortunately, this new type appeared initially in small numbers, perhaps only about ten.

By this point, the cumulative total of monsters He Yiming had slain could have annihilated the entire Tianluo Kingdom countless times over.

But before him still stretched an endless ocean of monsters, an enemy he simply could not exhaust.

Subtly, almost imperceptibly, the aura surrounding He Yiming began to shift.

It became fierce, immensely powerful, and charged with a palpable sense of danger.

This was a transformation accumulated through extensive slaughter—a change born of ceaseless killing. Yet, strangely, He Yiming felt no psychological burden at this moment.

When he first entered the Ghost Cry Ridge and contemplated the countless humans sacrificed to condense the Yin Sha Qi there, he had felt sorrow. But now, regardless of how many monsters fell by his hand, he felt nothing comparable. Perhaps the only sensation remaining was tedium and exhaustion.

Given his strength and constitution, feeling fatigue after less than half a day of continuous combat demonstrated the intensity of his exertions.

However, none of this effort was wasted. He discovered that by constantly exerting his power in this environment saturated with Heaven and Earth Power, he was faintly brushing against certain concepts previously beyond his grasp.

His understanding of Heaven and Earth Power deepened, and within it, he sensed the presence of faint traces of the most supreme Divine Power existing between heaven and earth.

These traces of Divine Power were incredibly thin; without an acutely sensitive perception, one would never even notice them.

Now, he finally understood the Dragon’s repeated admonition to fight relentlessly and never retreat. That advice was not mere rhetoric but was specifically tailored to the environment of this place.

Under the constant siege of these infinite Death Beings, one had to plunge the entire self into the act of killing, keeping the body in a perpetual state of explosion. Only by doing so could one maximally mobilize the Heaven and Earth Power and gain a glimpse of the threshold of the Divine Path.

They had moved from a realm utterly starved of Heaven and Earth Power to one excessively abundant in it.

For them, this initial period was undoubtedly the prime opportunity to ascend to the Divine Path.

As long as they continuously mobilized and expended their own strength, they could perpetually absorb and exchange energy with the surrounding Heaven and Earth Power.

When this accumulation reached a certain critical threshold, they would then touch the edge of the Divine Path.

Just as this thought crystallized, a faint, resonant rumble emanated from around He Yiming, a sound that traveled far across the desolate landscape, seemingly reaching the very edge of the world, never to cease its echo…

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