Staying Alive Cautiously in the Celestial Realm and Becoming the Strongest-Chapter 1275 Star Sea (80)

Wang Chen immediately recognized that the flame floating above the altar was the embodiment of the world’s source.

The world source of the Starry Seas World!

One must know that the Starry Seas World belongs to a grand world, with an extremely high potential cap, and even if its standing is lower than the Haotian Realm, the gap wouldn’t be too large.

How precious is the world source of a grand world?

If it were in the Haotian Realm, Wang Chen, not to mention as a Nascent Soul True Immortal, even if he ascended to Divine Transformation True Monarch or even Integration True Venerable, it would be nearly impossible to get a wisp of this realm’s world source.

This is an unparalleled treasure that even Mahayana Saints would covet!

And at this moment, a mass of grand world source appeared right in front of him.

Even with Wang Chen’s steadfast will, a fierce and extreme desire surged within him.

When he descended into the Starry Seas World, he hadn’t dared to hope for such fortune, his primary aim merely being to explore this unknown grand world.

Being able to intercept even a thread of world origin force would be a huge success.

Wang Chen finally believed that he possessed great fate.

Back when he transmigrated to the Mountain and Sea Realm, not only did he activate a cultivation panel akin to a cheat, he also obtained priceless treasures even as a Qi Cultivator, ascending straight to True Immortal.

Though he encountered numerous perils during this time, he always managed to turn danger into safety.

Such fate can only be described as that of a "Child of Destiny"!

Wang Chen took a deep breath, his desire-burned eyes quickly regaining clarity.

He could now confirm that it was this world source that had attracted him to this remote planet.

And the world source was also the cause of the magnetic anomalies and energy tides on Senhai Star.

It should have been hidden deep within this planet, likely unearthed unintentionally and now enshrined on the altar.

Although the power contained in this world source might be only a billionth of the world source core, its emitted might not only influenced the entire planet but also blocked Wang Chen’s Sixth Ring spiritual energy.

Wang Chen’s spiritual power was screened, severed, and blocked the moment he stepped into the divine temple.

And around the altar offering the Source Fire, hundreds of black-robed individuals knelt.

When Wang Chen gazed at the Source Fire, they sensed it subtly, getting up one after another.

Then they simultaneously turned to look at Wang Chen.

These black-robed individuals had ghastly pale skin, their eyes were blood-red, and a crimson flame mark, identical in shape to the Source Fire, was branded on their foreheads.

The next moment, one black-robed person stepped forward, pointing at Wang Chen while chanting an obscure incantation.

The surrounding black-robed ones followed suit, their combined voices forming an invisible sinister wave surging towards Wang Chen, instantly submerging his entire being.

Wang Chen felt as if he were in a raging ocean, the maddening sounds echoing in his ears, his Divine Soul consciousness under unprecedented assault.

Others, even S-class warriors, could not withstand such a terrifying mental assault. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

To have one’s consciousness collapse instantly would be a minor consequence; one’s head bursting directly is entirely possible!

However, Wang Chen’s Divine Soul had long been tempered across several worlds, possessing his own mind law, akin to a rock-solid fortress, forcibly withstanding the wave of mental attacks.

Not only that, the Ancient Taoist Stele entrenched in his Sea of Consciousness quietly emerged, projecting countless rays of light, firmly guarding his consciousness core within.

Wang Chen hesitated for just 0.1 seconds, then stepped forward, approaching a black-robed person in a breath.

He slapped his palm on the person’s forehead.

Bang!

The black-robed individual had no chance to evade; their entire head exploded like a watermelon hit by a heavy hammer, sending red, white, and black matter flying, splattering on their nearby companions.

A few black-robed individuals were instantly dumbfounded.

Before they could react, Wang Chen’s fists were upon them.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

One punch for each black-robed freak, as simple and effortless as chopping vegetables.

In this divine temple covered by the Source Fire might, no technological weapon could function, not even Wang Chen’s spiritual energy.

Yet it did not affect Wang Chen’s physique strength in the slightest.

The seventh level of the Heavenly Dragon Vajra Method, not to mention these ordinary black-robed people, even armored elite warriors couldn’t withstand Wang Chen’s fists.

In the blink of an eye, over a dozen black-robed individuals fell dead under Wang Chen’s fists.

Initially, these suspected heretical black-robed individuals intensified their chanting, thinking it would suppress Wang Chen’s counterattack and subdue him on the spot.

In fact, they did indeed invoke a trace of the Source Fire’s might from the altar.

But unfortunately, Wang Chen’s speed was too fast, and the fists infused with Heavenly Dragon Vajra power were too domineering and fierce; in less than half a minute, he had killed over thirty black-robed individuals.

One second, one black-robed freak!

Although these black-robed individuals were spiritually different from ordinary people, with a built-in fanatical faith trait, not greatly fearing the terror of death.

However, when brutal slaughter descended, seeing one after another companion dying horribly, and the demon-like Wang Chen unaffected by them at all, even the most steadfast faith could not avoid being shaken.

The first deserter appeared, causing more panic among them.

Some black-robed individuals, seeing their chanting useless, resorted to shrieking and pouncing on Wang Chen, intending to die with him.

These self-overestimating folks merely saved Wang Chen some effort.

Screams, wails, sobs...

Echoed intensely within the temple, the Source Fire on the altar twisting and fluctuating, projecting blood-red shadows.

Like the sneer of a demon!

Five minutes later, besides Wang Chen, no one stood in the entire temple hall.

Hundreds of corpses carpeted the floor, rivers of crimson blood flowed, and the scent of death filled the entire space.

From beginning to end, not a single black-robed person managed to escape this temple-turned-hell!

Stepping on the slick blood stains, Wang Chen walked to the front of the altar.

Once again staring at the Source Fire before him.

Without the empowerment of followers, this Source Fire had evidently shrunk by a circle, its emitted light dimmed considerably.

Despite this, Wang Chen could still clearly perceive the terrifying power embedded within it.

How should such a treasure be collected?

Honestly, Wang Chen did not know!

Knowledge concerning world sources is taboo even in the Haotian Realm, let alone a materialized Source Fire rather than directly accessible source force.

If he were to reach out to grasp it, he would likely be burned to ashes upon touching the Source Fire!

And just as Wang Chen hesitated, the Ancient Taoist Stele in his Sea of Consciousness once again shone brightly, continuously siphoning off his spiritual power at a whale-gulping pace.

At that moment, Wang Chen felt as though his brain was about to be drained dry!

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