This primordial world is extraordinary.

Chapter 32: Taking Down the First Blood

"Splash..."

I don't know if their strange abilities were drained or if the rules were broken.

For nearly half a day, the four of them took turns exploiting it.

Kunpeng was twisted, so Hongjun came to its rescue. Yangmei tried to twist it as well, so Xiyi came to teach it a lesson.

The four of them lined up in perfect unison, without fighting or scrambling, simply consuming the food.

Half a day has finally passed, and the body lividity and armless body have mysteriously collapsed.

It's not that it was killed, but rather that it was sealed away.

The oppressive and cold feeling vanished abruptly, and the death-announcing crows woven from black mist and pus disappeared.

Only an arm remains; this is the bizarre, armless form of the corpse-spotted corpse.

"What is this?" Hongjun asked in confusion.

"A bizarre true form," Kunpeng said.

The eerie entity resembles an old tree root that has been completely charred by fire and forgotten and dried out for thousands of years, or a severely shrunken and dehydrated black mummy limb.

The skin... if it could still be called skin, was a deep, charred black, covered with cracked lines, as if it might crumble into powder at any moment. Its surface had no luster, only a deathly stillness that seemed to devour light.

The arm was severely shrunken and atrophied, with the skin and flesh clinging tightly to the thin bones, outlining a jagged contour and appearing exceptionally fragile.

Although the main body was decayed, the inside of the arm seemed to still retain a last trace of concentrated 'essence'—from those deep black cracks and joint gaps, a viscous black light, as if alive, was seeping and wriggling extremely weakly.

The light illuminated nothing; instead, it made the surroundings seem even darker, carrying a heavy, lingering sense of malice.

Coexisting with this deathly black light was a thick, nauseating stench of blood.

Several withered fingers, like bird claws, were stiffly curled, their long, equally charred nails curving like hooks, as if trying to grasp something in their final moments, but only grasping emptiness and their own demise.

The cut on the arm was not a smooth surface, but rather an unnatural tear or withered state, as if it had been forcibly torn off, or as if it had shrunk and fallen off on its own due to loss of strength.

No blood flowed from the cut; only a deeper darkness and a stronger stench of blood emanated from it.

Lifeless, motionless, without any energy fluctuations or activity.

All the eerie power had been drained and exhausted, leaving only this mortal shell, a concentrated remnant of terror, exuding the final and purest aura of death and filth.

"It doesn't seem very strong?" Yang Mei asked doubtfully.

He was having a great time when his happiness suddenly vanished.

In just one afternoon, he could clearly feel his progress and significant changes.

Of course, spatial abilities are out of the question; he's not qualified to say how much he's gained in spatial understanding at this point.

He simply felt the changes in his physical condition.

The most obvious manifestation is that, apart from Kunpeng, the remaining ten people could only move at a speed of five or six meters per step, but at this moment he felt that he had evolved and could move at a speed of seven or eight meters per step.

In other words, in terms of physical fitness alone, it has improved by two meters.

He should have had more, but later he felt that his physical fitness was no longer improving, as if he had reached a limit.

The strange abilities he acquired were no longer absorbed or digested by him, but were transferred away, and he didn't know where they went.

But it was nothing more than being taken away by the Primordial Heavenly Dao.

He wasn't unhappy; on the contrary, he was very happy because it meant he was contributing to the Hongmeng Heavenly Dao.

Thinking about it this way, I feel like I'm getting closer and closer to the day when I can transcend worldly desires, and it's quite exciting.

"You're wrong. It's just that its resentment has been completely exhausted by us. The real body is the core."

Kunpeng shook his head and said to Yangmei.

The most bizarre and powerful aspect is the manifestation of fragments of rules. It's as if the arm in front of you isn't an arm at all, but a broken and distorted fragment of rules.

"So how do we completely eliminate it?"

The kind-hearted Xi Yi has undergone considerable changes.

"hehe!"

Kunpeng gave a bitter laugh and shook his head helplessly.

"Please don't be arrogant, everyone. Calm down."

Kunpeng was pleased with everyone's high aspirations, but frustrated by their limited knowledge.

He continued, "This bizarre entity, born from the distortion of fragments of rules, cannot be destroyed by us. It is a task assigned by the Primordial Heavenly Dao. We just need to bring it back and hand it over to the Primordial Heavenly Dao."

The strange entity would be very difficult to completely eliminate in any world.

Not to mention those at the level of martial arts masters.

They may be able to wipe them out with a wave of their hand in the future, but not now.

To digest such a bizarre entity, only Xiao Yi, the Heavenly Dao, can slowly wear it down under the power of the Heavenly Dao, completely returning it to its original state and transforming it back into its original essence.

Moreover, this thing seems to have exhausted all its resentment and appears to be harmless.

Actually, it's not like that. It's still just a depleted poison residue, a piece of resentment exhausted, leaving only a concentrated source of pollution in its original form.

If left unattended, allowing it to absorb resentment for a period of time, it will "revive" fully recovered.

That's what makes it so eerie and terrifying.

"good!"

Hongjun has become much more composed.

All four of them gained a lot, and Yang Mei also grasped the insights he had gained.

"Fellow Daoist Yangmei, it's your turn."

Kunpeng quickly gave the command.

The strange entity itself is very dangerous, especially in this distorted world. Leaving it alone is tantamount to allowing it to slowly recover.

Only by sending them to their old lair in the wilderness can they be considered safe.

This is a fragment of a rule, and no matter how fragmented it is, it's still a rule. It's definitely a great supplement for Xiaoyi.

As long as Xiaoyi digests it properly, at least one more innate source for nurturing the sacred will be generated.

"Hmm." Yang Mei nodded.

Carefully picking up the strange arm, he said, "Fellow Daoist, although I called you Little Ghost just now, it was only a temporary measure. I have gained a lot of insights from you, Old Daoist, so we can be considered destined. Since that's the case, let this old Daoist see you off on your final journey."

You heard right, he was talking to the real body of the strange arm.

He's a really good person; he sees things through to the end and treats everyone fairly and impartially.

With raised eyebrows, he carefully held the strange arm and stepped over the path explored by the four.

He handed the strange arm to Luo Hou and the others.

These four were really looking forward to it. It was very distressing to see the other four fellow cultivators eating meat while they couldn't get any themselves.

"This is our first blood!" exclaimed the Yin-Yang Taoist who remembered the most words related to Kunpeng. "I'll go, I'll go and deliver it."

The other three had no objections, and the Yin-Yang Taoist carefully took the strange entity and disappeared into the dark passage.

After everything settled down.

Kunpeng, as the commander-in-chief, was pondering.

Overall, with the strange arm taken down, today's event was quite successful.

We can call it a day now and continue tomorrow.

He dared not rashly decide to explore at night as well; as the commander-in-chief, he needed such composure.

We must never be impatient for quick success and ignore the risks; the most dangerous time is often the time when we are most triumphant.

Therefore, he decided to explore a few more steps before ending the exploration.

Until the ninth step.

Nine steps was stopped by Hongjun Fuwa, who said he felt that things would be different beyond nine steps.

The group listened to advice and listened to Fuwa's suggestions, thus concluding the first day of exploration.

……