A tongue, impossibly vast. It stretched for thousands of zhang, it seemed. Lu Yuan, Feng Mingyi, and Heng Zhan were being dragged downward by this monstrous tongue.

As Lu Yuan was pulled along, he noted the tongue’s startling vermilion hue. Though his body was dragged, Lu Yuan could still speak and direct his flying swords with his divine sense. He immediately commanded a sword strike against the colossal tongue.

The blade landed, leaving behind a mere crimson mark before a furious roar seemed to echo, causing the downward pull to accelerate violently. A cold shock ran through Lu Yuan. His full-strength strike was enough to make even those at the Ninth Heaven of the World Realm blanch, yet against the Master of the Chaos Demonic Tongue, it had achieved only a single red impression—astounding!

Feng Mingyi let out a bitter laugh. “How could the Master of the Chaos Demonic Tongue possibly be breached by something like that? It’s useless.” Heng Zhan attempted to deploy his Chaos Bubble for escape, but ensnared by the massive tongue, he couldn't even initiate the bubble—the escape mechanism required ten shana, and this colossal tongue offered less than that time before impact.

During their continuous descent, Lu Yuan witnessed a marvel he had never imagined in his life. Above the Five-Tongued Hell, seeing tongues emerge upward was one thing. But now, below the Five-Tongued Hell, he realized the entire world, save for the three of them, was composed solely of tongues—countless slender, long tongues ceaselessly surging upward, launching piercing attacks.

Not one, but an infinite legion of tongues appearing intermittently, surging skyward. This was the strangest spectacle Lu Yuan had ever beheld. It was as if they had fallen into a world made entirely of tongues.

They plummeted downward for an immeasurable time. With a deafening boom!, Lu Yuan, Feng Mingyi, and Heng Zhan were slammed heavily onto the ground. Why did this heavy impact hurt so much?

Lu Yuan felt a strange anomaly. Normally, the ground should shatter beneath him, given the difference in density between the surface and his own body, leaving him unharmed. Yet now, the pain was acute.

Sensing the strangeness, Lu Yuan casually swept his gaze below. It was then he saw that the ground was comprised of crystalline stones emitting a faint glow, seemingly carved with symbols inscrutable to the mind. These crystals appeared far harder than the divine core within his own divine body—even his current Divine King physique was inferior.

Feng Mingyi gasped, “Chaos Tongue Crystal.” Seeing Feng Mingyi’s extreme surprise, Lu Yuan immediately asked, “What is Chaos Tongue Crystal?” “The Chaos Tongue Crystal is a fragment of the true tongue of the Civilization Beast, the Lord of Civilization from the ancient Chaos era. Judging by this size, it must be an incredibly minuscule portion, but a fragment nonetheless. It appears the Master of the Chaos Demonic Tongue manifested from this tiny speck of Chaos Tongue Crystal.

This is an incalculable treasure! In the Central Celestial Dynasty, many on the Fifty Heaven Rankings possess portions of civilization-grade matter—some have civilization-grade eyes, others civilization-grade limbs, or hearts, etc. Such fortuitous encounters are rare beyond measure.

And this Chaos Tongue Crystal, though small, is still a fragment of the Chaos Lord’s tongue crystal—it is undoubtedly priceless.” “But alas, unless we defeat the Master of the Chaos Demonic Tongue, even having the Chaos Tongue Crystal here grants us nothing,” Feng Mingyi sighed. “But never mind. We are all going to die here.” A genuine despair settled upon him.

He had never anticipated confronting the Master of the Chaos Demonic Tongue. With fifteen thousand participants, only three parties were slated to encounter it—the probability was astonishingly small; he had never conceived of such a possibility. This level of misfortune was absolute.

Lu Yuan inquired, “How can the Master of the Chaos Demonic Tongue be defeated?” “One cannot defeat the Master of the Chaos Demonic Tongue by brute force of magic power, because it originates here; this is its domain. In its own domain, the rules are its own. Therefore, here, one must compete with it on flavor.

You must surpass it in the five tastes—sour, sweet, bitter, pungent, and salty—and then surpass it in the unification of the five.” “But to surpass it in the five tastes… how is that possible?” Hearing Feng Mingyi’s explanation, Lu Yuan stilled his mind, pondered briefly, and then asked, “Do you have a method?” “In our Wind Civilization, there was an elder named Feng Tianyin. This elder once ventured into the Civilization Sacred Land and encountered the Master of the Chaos Demonic Tongue in the oral cavity, just as we did, and was also dragged down. However, this elder possessed considerable power and powerful artifacts.

Thus, by a hair’s breadth, he managed to escape the Demonic Tongue Master’s clutches during the descent. Yet, upon returning, every time he reflected on that event, he felt lingering terror, recognizing how terrifying the Master of the Chaos Demonic Tongue was. He dedicated himself to studying methods against it and created the Five Wheels of Wind: the Wheel of Sour Wind, the Wheel of Sweet Wind, the Wheel of Bitter Wind, the Wheel of Pungent Wind, and the Wheel of Salty Wind.

However, Elder Feng Tianyin ultimately failed to create the technique that merged the Five Great Wind Wheels—the unification of the Five Tastes—and could not withstand the Master of the Chaos Demonic Tongue.” “I also tried to learn that technique for a while, but only managed the Wheel of Sour Wind, which took me a full century of effort. This technique requires an understanding of sourness, not mere ordinary application. Afterward, I realized that without the unification of the five tastes, it was useless against the Master.

Furthermore, the chance of encountering the Master is extremely low, so I stopped studying it,” Feng Mingyi recounted. “I see. Teach me the Wheel of Sour Wind.” ...

As Feng Mingyi, Lu Yuan, and Heng Zhan spoke, the five tastes relentlessly assailed them. All three felt themselves being continually refined by the Master of the Chaos Demonic Tongue. Feng Mingyi felt death approaching rapidly, so he held nothing back.

Though he held little confidence in Lu Yuan, in a desperate situation, one tries anything: “Wheel of Sour Wind.” He shifted his hand, and a wind wheel materialized in the air. The wheel spun ceaselessly, transforming into the manifestation of the Wheel of Sour Wind technique. “One more time,” Lu Yuan stated.

Feng Mingyi felt like stopping; repeating it a hundred times wouldn't help. He had spent a century mastering it. But seeing Lu Yuan’s serious expression, he reluctantly performed the technique once more.

After this single execution, Lu Yuan maintained his focused demeanor and said calmly, “One more time.” Feng Mingyi found this utterly bizarre. Would a thousand more repetitions help? Ten thousand?

He had spent a hundred years learning this single technique because it was so peculiar, unlike standard combat forms. He truly didn't believe Lu Yuan could grasp it so quickly. “What a strange technique.

One more… time. I feel like it’s still slightly lacking.” Lu Yuan demanded this several times. Feng Mingyi thought it impossible that Lu Yuan was this close, yet, strangely compelled, he executed the move a total of twelve times.

The final repetitions were likely due to the near-certainty of death clouding his judgment, coupled with the constant assault of the five tastes. Yes, twelve times. After Feng Mingyi completed the twelfth iteration, Lu Yuan sat in meditation.

He suddenly snapped his eyes open. “Done.” Lu Yuan turned his hand, summoning his Nourishing Immortal Sword, and thrust it into the void. This strike manifested as a Sword of Sourness, and an intensely familiar sensation rose within Feng Mingyi’s mind.

Feng Mingyi stared, dumbfounded. “You mastered that move?” He clearly sensed that this time, it was not the Wheel of Sour Wind, but the Sword of Sour Wind—to put it simply, the technique had been modified, changing the wheel into a sword. No, that wasn't all.

This manifestation was clearly stronger than the original Wheel of Sour Wind, as if it had been refined and enhanced. What in the world was happening! The Wheel of Sour Wind—he had practiced it for a full century, yet Lu Yuan learned it after witnessing only twelve instances.

How was this possible? “This technique of yours is truly bizarre,” Lu Yuan remarked. “It took me a full twelve views to grasp it.

For normal techniques, I only require three or four views to learn.” Lu Yuan’s statement left both Feng Mingyi and Heng Zhan utterly stunned. What was Lu Yuan implying? Learning a normal technique after just three or four viewings?

How could that be? Such a claim had never been heard before. Yet, Lu Yuan had just done precisely that.

A powerful technique like the Wheel of Sour Wind, learned in just twelve viewings—with this foundation laid, no one dared accuse Lu Yuan of boasting. This was a witnessed fact. Feng Mingyi inwardly acknowledged the terrifying talent; what kind of innate gift was this?

If they survived, the Wind Civilization absolutely had to recruit Lu Yuan with maximum effort; it would bring immense benefits to their civilization. The truth of the matter was simple: Lu Yuan had once created the Myriad Manifestations Vast Forest Sword Dao. Every technique, without exception, was subject to the principles of this Dao.

Sword-based techniques required only a single viewing; others generally needed three or four. As for an anomalous technique like the Wind Wheel of Sourness, twelve views to master was genuinely startling even for Lu Yuan. Having mastered the Wind Wheel of Sourness and transformed it into the Sword of Sour Wind, Lu Yuan had already formulated a plan to defeat the Master of the Chaos Demonic Tongue.

The method was not complicated: master the Sword of Sour Wind, then master the other four swords, and finally, merge the five swords into one, manifesting Five Swords of Five Tastes, surpassing the Master of the Chaos Demonic Tongue. This was not an inherently difficult method. The Master of the Chaos Demonic Tongue, undefeated across multiple epochs, would be defeated by him.

And the invaluable treasure, the Chaos Tongue Crystal, would also be claimed by him.