Wind! Such a strong wind!

A howling storm of the Divine Soul! The fierce wind of the Divine Soul chilled the heart and damaged the spirit.

Lu Yuan propped up a white light, offering slight protection to Feng Mingyi and Heng Zhan. This primordial character, 'Zhi' (), was exceptionally rare and powerful when it came to guarding the Divine Soul.

Of course, it only offered minimal assistance; they still had to bear the brunt of the storm themselves. Feng Mingyi and Heng Zhan were formidable individuals, but they had been severely battered during the recent ordeal with the Lord of the Chaos Demonic Tongue, leaving them wounded and mentally exhausted.

Otherwise, Lu Yuan's white light wouldn't have been necessary. Lu Yuan, Feng Mingyi, and Heng Zhan were flying through the brain cavity of the Chaos Civilization Beast—a space so vast it defied comprehension, spanning countless millions of li.

Lu Yuan remarked, "There's a Lord of the Chaos Demonic Tongue in the oral cavity; surely, there isn't something called a Lord of the Chaos Brain here?" Feng Mingyi nodded. "Yes, there really is such an entity, but it’s not called the Lord of the Chaos Brain.

It’s the Lord of the Chaos Brain Storm. The mouth has a tongue, and the brain has the encephalon, which generates thought.

Thought, essentially, is a form of Divine Soul. This Lord was also generated from the encephalon over countless eons." "The probability of escaping once you meet the Lord of the Chaos Brain Storm is one in ten thousand; its soul attack is terrifying to the extreme." "The probability of the Lord of the Chaos Brain Storm dying is zero; it has never died.

This one is even harder to kill than the Lord of the Chaos Demonic Tongue. At least the Demonic Tongue had a physical form that could be severed to achieve success.

But the Lord of the Chaos Brain Storm has no physical form whatsoever. If injured, it can transform into billions of fragments—who could possibly kill it?" "If we pass this stage without encountering the Lord of the Chaos Brain Storm, for those at the Ninth or Tenth Heaven of the World Realm, the danger isn't substantial.

Naturally, even without meeting the Lord, cultivators at the Seventh or Eighth Heaven of the World Realm can easily be eliminated within the brain, as the soul-guarding winds here are too fierce." Lu Yuan surveyed the area. "I hope we didn't just face the Lord of the Demonic Tongue in the last stage, only to run into the Lord of the Chaos Brain Storm in this one." "There shouldn't be such bad luck," Feng Mingyi replied.

However, Lu Yuan felt a stir of excitement within him. Indeed, he had devised a method to attempt breaking through to the Tenth Heaven of the World Realm, and he had gathered Chaos Tongue Crystals.

Logically, the Lord of the Chaos Brain Storm should possess Chaos Brain Crystals, which would be incredibly beneficial for his advancement. Thus, Lu Yuan eagerly anticipated the encounter with the Lord of the Chaos Brain Storm—an entity that almost everyone else sought desperately to avoid.

Regrettably, they did not encounter the Lord of the Chaos Brain Storm this time. Of course, even without that specific confrontation, the journey had been intensely engaging.

The Divine Soul Storms encountered were far from ordinary—sometimes they swept straight, sometimes they spiraled into vortexes, and sometimes they rained down like dragons. The most terrifying form was the massive vortex.

When one of these struck, everyone had to evade, or even those at the Ninth or Tenth Heaven of the World Realm would be unable to withstand it. In truth, this stage held numerous other perilous spots, but Lu Yuan, Feng Mingyi, and Heng Zhan managed to avoid the truly catastrophic dangers.

It was precisely because of this relative safety that Lu Yuan had the leisure to contemplate his swordsmanship. His current sword techniques had reached Great Completion in six Iron Laws, with two yet to be mastered.

Wait, the Adaptive Iron Laws he cultivated were divided into two major categories. One category adapted to the heavens and earth, which, through the Heart of the Sword Saint, had already achieved Great Completion.

The other category adapted to warfare. He had reached the Second Stage in the Evil Sword Civilization, and now he noticed this adaptation toward warfare was slowly ascending.

What was happening? After a brief thought, he understood.

Previously, to adapt to flavor-based combat, he had forced the cultivation of the Five Flavors Sword Style, which was also a manifestation of adapting to warfare. This was why he was seeing upward momentum now.

Lu Yuan cultivated while flying, pushing his adaptation to warfare to the Third Stage—only seven more stages to go for perfection. Should he cultivate the remaining Adaptive Iron Laws next?

This realm was defined by Divine Soul Storms. Should he try to utilize these storms to advance his adaptation to warfare?

Lu Yuan tested repeatedly, even deliberately dropping the white light generated by the character 'Zhi' to let his Divine Soul directly endure the storm. After many trials, however, he still could not elevate his adaptation to warfare to the Fourth Stage.

Difficult, difficult, difficult. Lu Yuan mused this way when Feng Mingyi suddenly frowned.

"There is intense wind ahead; someone is fighting." Feng Mingyi was from the Wind Civilization and understood wind better than anyone; that was how he discerned the ongoing battle. Who dared to fight within the Divine Soul Storm?

Heng Zhan also frowned. "Let's go see." "Agreed, we'll watch from a distance." Lu Yuan consented.

The three headed southeast. The further they went, the more intense the fighting became.

They also noticed they weren't the only observers; quite a few people had stopped to watch. "Who is fighting over there?" "I heard it's the Son of the Wilderness," someone replied.

Upon hearing the name 'Son of the Wilderness,' Lu Yuan frowned deeply. The Son of the Wilderness!

"Who is the Son of the Wilderness fighting?" "Anyone who can fight the Son of the Wilderness to this degree must be the Lord of the Chaos Brain Storm." "Among our group of over ten thousand, the strongest is the Son of the Wilderness, and the Lord of the Chaos Brain Storm is the strongest entity in the brain region. A clash between these two must be spectacular." "Exactly!

Who do you think will win?" "The Son of the Wilderness probably has a better chance," said those who favored him, given his immense reputation. "That's debatable.

The Lord of the Chaos Demonic Tongue was no easy opponent either, yet it was slain by the Son of the Wilderness." This comment referred to Lu Yuan’s own feat, but nearly all ten thousand people assumed the Son of the Wilderness had done the deed, absolutely refusing to believe Lu Yuan capable of it. Only the Son of the Wilderness, the Child of this Epoch, could possibly have slain the Lord of the Chaos Demonic Tongue.

The crowd debated until they reached an impasse, settling on a fifty-fifty chance for either combatant. Lu Yuan inwardly sighed.

What bad luck. He had hoped to meet the Lord of the Chaos Brain Storm, only for the Son of the Wilderness to claim this massive treasure trove first.

He hoped the Son of the Wilderness couldn't kill it; after all, the Lord of the Chaos Brain Storm was no pushover. Fine, he decided to watch the battle unfold first.

...... Lu Yuan settled into watching the spectacle, cautiously moving closer to the confrontation at the center.

At the core, the Son of the Wilderness was magnificent, clad in the Ink Jade Qilin Battle Robe and wielding the Primordial Divine Halberd, looking every bit the reincarnated God of War—or rather, he was the God of War among Gods of War. Opposite him stood a colossal brain, easily three times his height.

Yes, a literal brain, without arms, legs, or feet, yet possessing eyes and a nose, completely shaped like a head. Neither combatant used hands or flying swords, as such tools were useless here.

This was the brain's domain; only direct clashes of Divine Soul power were viable. When Lu Yuan observed, he saw the Son of the Wilderness had already summoned the Seventy-Two Golden Divine Soul Primordial Beings—the same entities he had battled before.

These golden souls were ferociously powerful. However, the Lord of the Chaos Brain Storm was equally ferocious.

It materialized a massive, spectral golden head, much larger than its own physical form. This radiance was formed from concentrated Divine Soul matter, the gold intensely pure.

This golden soul-head, easily a thousand zhang across, violently collided with the Son of the Wilderness’s seventy-two golden soul-beings. They impacted with colossal force.

In that instant, countless golden soul-fragments seemed to burst outward. This single exchange was overwhelmingly intense.

So strong! Lu Yuan and the other onlookers, watching from afar, perceived the immense power of the Lord of the Chaos Brain Storm.

Its golden soul-head managed to suppress the Son of the Wilderness's seventy-two golden soul-beings. This turn of events startled the Son of the Wilderness and the crowd alike.

What a formidable Lord of the Chaos Brain Storm! In terms of soul quality, it actually held a slight advantage over the Son of the Wilderness.

The momentum of the battle gradually shifted in favor of the Lord of the Chaos Brain Storm. It seemed poised to gain the upper hand, which would then allow it to attempt to kill the Son of the Wilderness, who was currently at a disadvantage.

Yet, it was no easy task to defeat a figure like the Son of the Wilderness, a Child of the Epoch. The Son of the Wilderness gritted his teeth.

"Break through for me!" Facing the slight advantage held by the Chaos Brain Storm, his seventy-two golden soul-beings suddenly coalesced into a single, long blade that possessed a faint trace of chaos color. This golden blade was terrifyingly sharp and carried the unique soul essence of the Civilization Realm—a touch of chaos.

Unexpectedly, the Son of the Wilderness had achieved a breakthrough mid-battle. He swung the golden blade, tinged with chaos, through the void, cleanly slicing the golden soul-head of the enemy into two halves.

"You think you can defeat me? Laughable.

I am the Child of the Epoch!" the Son of the Wilderness roared. Having broken through, his soul power advanced another level, placing him in an absolute ascendant position.

The golden soul-head was severed instantly, and the Lord of the Chaos Brain Storm, sensing imminent danger, fled immediately. The Son of the Wilderness certainly wanted to destroy the entity, but since the Lord of the Chaos Brain Storm could spawn infinite duplicates, his strikes only managed to destroy a few manifestations before it rapidly vanished into the distance.

The Son of the Wilderness ultimately failed to kill the Lord of the Chaos Brain Storm, unable to deal with its infinite proliferation of forms. In a forgotten corner, unnoticed by anyone, Lu Yuan suddenly moved, giving chase after the retreating Lord of the Chaos Brain Storm.