The Observer No. 1 screamed in agony. His right arm couldn’t take the internal clash first, shattering directly into golden particles that scattered into the air.

The backlash from the origins made his soul convulse. The thirty-eight rules he had just drawn upon instantly went out of control, thrashing wildly around him.

Logan had been waiting for exactly this moment.

He activated the authority of the World Heart inside him. A pale golden light shimmered from the World Heart fragment at his forehead, flowing through the Resonance vortex and diving straight into The Observer No. 1’s Soul Sea.

With The Observer No. 1 too busy struggling against the backlash of the plane origins, he had no time to stop Logan.

Logan easily slipped past the spiritual core and triggered every plane origin inside him.

Before, only thirty-eight origins had been acting up, but Logan’s interference set all one hundred and twenty-eight off at once.

For a moment, the consciousness of the 128 different plane origins screamed simultaneously within The Observer No. 1’s Soul Sea.

Some were the roars of dragon clans...

Others were the mournful cries of elves...

Others, the thunderous howls of giants...

Each consciousness tore at his soul, fighting for control over the rules.

"No! Get back inside!" The Observer No. 1 wailed, clutching his head. His rules were completely out of control. "You are mine! You belong to me! I need you to reach the peak of True God! Come back to me!"

The fire of spontaneous combustion spread across his body.

His left arm, torso, and legs disintegrated one after another. His originally massive soul form, thousands of feet tall, rapidly shrank down to less than a hundred feet in no time.

Logan didn’t bother to manually strip the origins away. Instead, he pulled a singularity black hole into reality from within himself, suspending it directly above The Observer No. 1.

The black hole spanned a kilometer in diameter, spinning at maximum speed. Its immense gravity formed a vortex, luring the wild rules inside The Observer No. 1 to devour each other.

The out-of-control plane origins were already at war with each other. Sensing the black hole’s pull, they immediately turned on one another.

Weaker Divine Rules were swallowed by stronger ones, which in turn grew even more powerful, creating a vicious cycle.

As these Divine Rules consumed and merged with each other, The Observer No. 1’s physical form disintegrated faster and faster. Finally, it broke down into 128 streams of differently colored light, which the singularity black hole swallowed one by one.

"I refuse to accept this!" The Observer No. 1’s last sliver of soul fragments let out a final, desperate roar. "The Devourer race of the planes will avenge me! Your entire Earth will be sacrificed!"

Using every last drop of his power, he unleashed a dark-gold ripple.

It pierced straight through the defenses of the Ring of a Hundred Worlds, shooting deep into the chaotic void. It vanished in the blink of an eye.

Logan raised his hand and shot out Truth Chains, dragging The Observer No. 1’s last remaining soul fragments into the Memory Temple of his Soul Sea.

He could sense a sealed wave of memory deep within the soul fragments, which resonated faintly with the World Heart fragment in his forehead.

"It’s not the right time to break this open yet."

Logan merely noted the anomaly and didn’t dig deeper.

After reinforcing the seal three times over, he withdrew his consciousness.

Meanwhile, at the core of his familiar world.

After consuming all of The Observer No. 1’s origins, the singularity black hole entered digestion mode.

It kept spinning, crushing and sorting the 128 swallowed plane origins. It filtered out conflicting impurities and extracted pure rule fragments.

These fragments followed preset starry tracks, arriving at their corresponding main stars to integrate into their existing systems, or gathering together to form entirely new main stars.

Soon, the starry sky of Logan’s familiar world saw the complete formation of the Ring of a Hundred Worlds.

The original 81 main stars expanded to 168, covering almost all the common rules found in the real world.

At the same time, Logan’s familiar world had expanded tens of thousands of times larger than Earth, forming a complete cosmic planetary system.

At this point, the core ability of the Ring of a Hundred Worlds automatically activated.

The rules of the 168 main stars could now be uniformly regulated by the ring. They formed a perfect balance, eliminating any risk of rule chaos.

Beyond that, the outer star ring formed a natural defensive barrier. It blocked the erosion of the chaotic void and could even warn of incoming rule-based attacks.

Every main star operates under its own independent rule system, designed to suit different stat-based races. They are kept completely separate by spatial barriers, so they never interfere with one another.

As Logan’s familiar world grew stronger inside him, the familiar that shared a soul contract with him also gained massive benefits from the world’s evolution.

Their power skyrocketed overnight.

Leaders like Lilith, Kerparos, and the Ancestral Spirits had all broken through to the super Demigod stage.

Even the lowly soldiers of the black ant army and the succubus mermaid legion had reached the early Demigod stage.

Simply put, Logan’s familiar world now housed tens of millions of Demigod-stage familiar. They had instantly become his greatest trump card.

Next, Logan shifted his consciousness to the central main star of the Ring of a Hundred Worlds.

He could clearly feel the flow of rules throughout the entire world.

The 168 different rules spun steadily within his chaos-spiral framework, completely harmonious and without a single conflict.

"The rule order of this familiar world is still being rebuilt. There will be bigger changes down the line," Logan sighed, shaking his head. "I need to find my own path to break through to the True God stage."

His aura had already brushed against the threshold of the True God realm, but he was always stuck on the final step, unable to make the true breakthrough.

The final words The Observer No. 1 left behind weighed heavily on his mind. Logan knew exactly how powerful the Devourers race was. If a true powerhouse from that race ever descended, Earth would face total destruction all over again.

"I need to figure out what’s hidden in that memory The Observer No. 1 left behind," he muttered.

Gathering his thoughts, Logan stepped out into the starry expanse of his familiar world.

He sat cross-legged at the very core of the central star and let his consciousness sink into the memory temple.

There, he began carefully untangling the threads, peeling back layer after layer of that sealed memory.

Soon, a series of hazy memory fragments began to surface in his mind.

As Logan pieced them together, the truth finally came into focus...

In the heart of the distant multiverse, there once stood a massive dimension world known as the Source Realm.

Its borders stretched far beyond Earth, housing countless races across its vast lands.

Then, one day, the Devourers race invaded. The war raged for a thousand years until the Source Realm finally collapsed.

In the end, it shattered into countless fragments of planes and forbidden zones, drifting apart into the starry void of the multiverse.

After drifting through the cosmos, those fragments finally fell into the same universe as Earth, merging with its space-time.

The larger shards crashed into Earth, carving out the forbidden zones.

Smaller fragments drifted through the empty void, eventually coalescing into the Blood Cultivation Realm.

And among all those pieces, the most brilliant shard of the world heart... was the one now resting inside Logan as the core of his familiar world.

The realization hit Logan like a thunderbolt. His eyes widened in shock.

He wasn’t just an ordinary soul who had transmigrated to Earth. He was actually the reincarnation of the core shard of the Source Realm’s world heart.

His familiar world was, in truth, a fragment of that ancient core. It was naturally built to integrate the rules of all planes.

After all, the rules he was absorbing were never foreign to him. They belonged to the Source Realm.

The Observer No. 1 had been hunting Logan all along for one reason: to steal his world heart fragment. He wanted to unify all the plane shards, fix the fatal clash in his own 128 plane origins, and finally ascend to the peak Void Lord stage of the True God realm.

As he understood this, rule-light in Logan’s eyes flickered violently. The floor of the memory temple trembled, and the central star of the Ring of a Hundred Worlds flashed three times in unison.

All his past life memories flooded back. The ordinary life on Earth, the shock of first creating his familiar space... It all made sense. Nothing had been random.

The Devourers had already picked up The Observer No. 1’s final signal. Their vanguard fleet was undoubtedly already locking onto the coordinates of Lost World.

Within a month, they would descend upon this world. They were coming to repeat the exact same tragedy that had destroyed the Source Realm.

Logan’s eyes turned ice-cold. "I need to get stronger. Fast."

If he wanted to stop them from invading, he had to achieve the unification of all realms before their main fleet arrived.

In other words, he needed to absorb all the scattered plane fragments into his familiar world and rebuild it into the original Source Realm.

Only by using the Source Realm as a defensive foundation would Logan stand a chance against the Devourers race.

Otherwise, with Earth’s current combat power, even if all the forbidden zones joined forces, they still wouldn’t stand a chance against the Devourers’ main army.

So, Logan immediately returned to real space and projected his consciousness directly into the meeting hall of the Ancient Tribunal in the 1st Forbidden Zone.

At that moment, the eight Observers, along with Cassandra and others, were waiting for news from Logan.

Upon hearing that Logan had eliminated The Observer No. 1, relief and joy spread across their faces.

But Logan’s next words quickly wiped those smiles away. "Everyone, The Observer No. 1 has fallen in the 33rd Forbidden Zone."

"But before he died, he broadcasted Lost World’s coordinates into the multiverse."

"I dug through his memories. The Devourers vanguard fleet has already locked onto Lost World’s coordinates. Their main army will arrive here within thirty days at the fastest."

Hearing this, the Observers in the room collectively drew in a sharp breath.

Logan’s words dredged up long-buried memories. The trauma and fear of that past disaster rushed back to them in an instant.

Seeing the heavy expressions on their faces, Logan proposed, "You already know that the world heart of the Source Realm rests inside me. We only have one path left. We must use the authority of this world heart as the core, and absorb all the territories of the forbidden zones and the major clans in the Blood Cultivation Realm into my familiar world."

"Only by rebuilding the Source Realm and restoring the plane origins to their original state will we be strong enough to continue the war from thousands of years ago."

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