It was truly astonishing that at the World Realm Eighth Heaven, the True Realm, he had actually conceived a method to break through to the World Realm Ninth Heaven, the Unification Realm, and even the Tenth Heaven, the Great Perfection!

In essence, the method was quite simple. Simply put, Lu Yuan discovered that the life forms upon the Chaos Tongue Crystal were supremely perfect, far surpassing his own. Although every single minute cell on it was utterly dead, the arrangement of the life forms, even in death, was unbelievably perfect.

As for the so-called World Realm Tenth Heaven Great Perfection, Lu Yuan had previously looked up the relevant materials in the Confucian Civilization and knew that this level was fundamentally about the ultimate perfection of life form, requiring the elevation and perfect arrangement of cells—nothing more.

And the Chaos Tongue Crystal was composed of the cells of the Chaos Civilization Beast after its death. Though devoid of vitality, the life forms remained perfectly structured, far exceeding his so-called Divine Body.

If he could obtain cell arrangements from the tongue, and perhaps from the brain, from the heart—any tiny fragment from various parts of the body—and use those as templates, could he not elevate his own life form to its most perfect state?

Thus, he had found his path toward the World Realm Tenth Heaven.

He needed only tiny samples from every part of the Chaos Civilization Beast. With the ability to observe their cellular arrangement, he could break through to the Tenth Heaven. This realization filled Lu Yuan with immense excitement for exploring the beast’s subsequent structures—the brain, which he would visit next, the intestines, the heart, and so on. The remainder of the Chaos Civilization Beast promised to be exceptionally spectacular, a prospect he eagerly awaited.

Simultaneously, the extremely piercing shriek emitted by the Lord of the Chaos Demonic Tongue upon its death echoed throughout the Five Tongue Hells, audible across almost the entire domain. It was a sound of such profound agony that only a tongue monster facing death could produce; no other entity could match it. The Lord of the Chaos Demonic Tongue was, after all, the largest and mightiest tongue monster in the Five Tongue Hells.

This sound was so piercingly sorrowful—could the Lord of the Chaos Demonic Tongue truly be dead?

No!

Since its birth, the Lord of the Chaos Demonic Tongue had never died.

The probability of the Lord of the Chaos Demonic Tongue perishing was zero—not a sliver of possibility. Furthermore, the chance of escaping after encountering the Lord of the Chaos Demonic Tongue was a mere one in ten thousand.

Consequently, the Lord of the Chaos Demonic Tongue was a figure of terror to everyone.

All beings hoped they would never cross paths with it. Thus, hearing such a mournful cry, they initially assumed it was the Lord of the Chaos Demonic Tongue, but they immediately dismissed the thought. How could the Lord of the Chaos Demonic Tongue possibly die? It was impossible. However, a moment later, everyone noticed something amiss: the offensive surge of the tongues seemed significantly weaker than before.

There was only one reason for the tongues in the Five Tongue Hells to diminish their assault: the Lord of the Chaos Demonic Tongue had fallen.

Combining these two facts, the realization struck them with sudden force: the Lord of the Chaos Demonic Tongue might actually be dead.

Soon, many people accepted this startling notion.

The Lord of the Chaos Demonic Tongue was dead.

"The Lord of the Chaos Demonic Tongue is actually dead."

"Heavens! Something no one has ever accomplished throughout history has actually succeeded."

"Who do you think killed the Lord of the Chaos Demonic Tongue?" someone asked. Since the tongue attacks had lessened, everyone naturally had the leisure to chat. Of course, some cultivators had already been eliminated earlier—several at World Realm Seventh and Eighth Heavens had been purged, though none at the Ninth Heaven.

"Nonsense, it must be the Son of the Wasteland, of course! If it wasn't him, who else could kill the Lord of the Chaos Demonic Tongue? None of the other Sons—Law, Martial, or Immortal—could manage it."

"Yes, it's definitely the Son of the Wasteland."

"The Son of the Wasteland truly lives up to his name as the Son of the Epoch, the foremost son of fortune; he is truly extraordinary. He even managed to kill the Lord of the Chaos Demonic Tongue, whom no one could ever slay." Many people settled on the belief that the Son of the Wasteland was the killer, because they only trusted the Son of the Wasteland to achieve such a feat. Besides Feng Mingyi and Heng Zhan, few would believe Lu Yuan capable of it.

Meanwhile, at the very front of the Five Tongue Hells, the Son of the Wasteland stood with his hands clasped behind his back, the Primordial Divine Halberd in his grip.

He naturally knew it wasn't he who had slain the Lord of the Chaos Demonic Tongue; more accurately, he hadn't even encountered it. If he had crossed paths with the Lord, he would have been interested in the fight, curious to see if he could succeed, though he was certain he could escape; where others had a one-in-ten-thousand chance, he considered his own odds to be one hundred percent—he possessed that level of confidence.

"Who exactly killed the Lord of the Chaos Demonic Tongue?" the Son of the Wasteland sneered. "Whoever truly desires to slay the Lord of the Chaos Demonic Tongue can step forward and test my Primordial Divine Halberd." His battle intent blazed fiercely.

At this moment, Lu Yuan was also making headway. After mastering the Five Flavors Sword, slaying these tongues had become ridiculously easy. Lu Yuan, with every strike, unearthed several Heaven-Grade Spirit Stones—he had never encountered such an excellent place to earn them. Feng Mingyi remarked, "We can't linger here too long, or we’ll be at a significant disadvantage if we arrive late to the subsequent areas."

Lu Yuan understood this was sound advice. He had only just entered the first section of the Civilization Holy Land—the oral cavity—and far more intriguing locales awaited him.

He slightly quickened his pace, heading directly toward the second area: the brain.

The structure of the Chaos Civilization Beast differed from humans. The front half of its head housed the oral cavity, the rear half the brain, and only beyond that could one enter the body via the digestive tract. Due to the Chaos opening its seven orifices and five senses, the vital essence in the head had leaked out, rendering the oral cavity and brain sections primarily useful only for elimination rounds; the true battlefield lay within the body.

He decided to proceed to the brain first.

While en route to the brain, Feng Mingyi continually assessed Lu Yuan's value as a potential recruit. The more he estimated, the more astonished he became. Such an individual was terrifyingly powerful. The Sword Sect was incredibly fortunate to have produced someone like this; his value was clearly far greater than that of the Son of the Sword.

Finally, the Five Tongue Hells reached their end, yielding to the brain section.

Entering the brain area, Lu Yuan noticed it was slightly brighter than the oral cavity, though only marginally. This region was vast, in no way smaller than the oral cavity—a space almost beyond measure.

However, this section was free of tongue attacks; it was considerably safer here.

Wait, what was that?

Lu Yuan spotted several strange objects suspended in the void. For instance, some solidified white masses appeared ahead. He immediately moved closer to examine them thoroughly, pressing his hand against the surface, finding it extremely hard. It felt both familiar and alien. Feng Mingyi and Heng Zhan followed closely. Seeing Lu Yuan studying the strange substance, Feng Mingyi introduced it: "This is brain marrow." "Brain marrow?" Lu Yuan paused.

"Yes, the brain marrow of the Chaos Civilization Beast," Feng Mingyi explained.

Hearing this, Lu Yuan was overjoyed. His plan to advance from World Realm Ninth to Tenth Heaven required obtaining cells from various parts of the Chaos Civilization Beast, naturally including those from the brain. And here, he had stumbled upon the brain marrow so easily! He immediately tried to extract some, but whether using his spiritual power or his longsword, he could not move the marrow even a fraction of an inch.

Feng Mingyi let out a wry laugh. "The Chaos Civilization Beast was once at the level of a Civilization Lord and cultivated the ultimate Epoch Skill, the Immortal Eternity Art. Even a Civilization Realm expert cannot damage even a sliver of its remains. It’s impossible for someone like you to succeed."

"Then how did I manage to obtain the Chaos Tongue Crystal last time?" Lu Yuan asked, genuinely puzzled.

"That was simple. That piece of Chaos Tongue Crystal had undergone its own transformation, spawning the Lord of the Chaos Demonic Tongue. Consequently, some of its inherent essence had weakened, allowing you to take it and cultivate the Immortal Eternity Art. Occasionally, a minuscule piece separates off, creating beings like the Lord of the Chaos Demonic Tongue."

"If we try to take a fragment deliberately without encountering such beings as the Lord of the Chaos Demonic Tongue, it’s basically impossible."

After Feng Mingyi’s explanation, Lu Yuan finally understood the mechanism.

Since the brain marrow here was immovable, Lu Yuan moved forward. But the journey ahead was perhaps too quiet. He recalled that the three main trials of the Civilization Holy Land were the void passage outside, the tongues in the oral cavity, and now the brain. Why had he encountered nothing so far?

At some point, the wind began to pick up.

No, wait. This wind did not bring the chill of coldness to the body, but rather an icy dread to the soul. Lu Yuan felt a jolt of surprise.

Glancing back, he saw that both Heng Zhan and Feng Mingyi looked intensely serious, as if actively resisting some invisible force.

Then came another gust, stronger than the last.

A howling gale!

Wait, Lu Yuan finally understood. This wasn't merely a howling wind; it was a roaring spirit storm!

Feng Mingyi nodded. "Correct. This is the Soul Storm. It frequently blows through the brain trial, much like the tongues in the oral cavity." He continued, "However, you should pass this stage quite easily, because your Soul Guardian is incredibly potent. The time you fought the Son of the Wasteland, even when he unleashed his strongest Soul Attack, it failed to breach your Soul Guardian. Therefore, you should pass this trial safely. We, however, are in trouble."

So that was it. Seeing the wind intensify, and remembering that Feng Mingyi and Heng Zhan were his temporary companions—and that Feng Mingyi had gifted him a top-tier Wind Spirit—Lu Yuan summoned a ray of white light to shield all three of them. The initial character, 'Zheng' (), proved extremely useful in this moment.