Monsters Are Coming

Now, as he stood at the World Summit, he realized his efforts were merely a replacement, not a change.

Perhaps one day in the future, seeds like him will still blossom in the lower world, roaring against predetermined fate.

Ultimately, like him, they will stand at the peak, complete the replacement, and become the new guardians of order.

More unbelievably, after reviewing the historical records of those who had fallen to the lower world, he discovered they had also risen from the lower world, overthrew the former top, completing the replacement.

Thinking he was defying destiny, he had merely completed another cyclical reincarnation.

History proves that reincarnation never ceases.

At that moment, he fell into self-doubt, realizing that creating a perfect world of equality was merely a naive joke.

Depressed and despairing, his will collapsed after the dream crumbled.

Until one day, he understood.

The inescapable cycle was because they were limited by the world beneath them; perhaps they could seek breakthroughs and change in a higher-level world.

Resolutely, he decided to lead the beings of Star Hill World towards a higher-level world to break free from this long, unending enslavement cycle.

The seeds were planted, and he actively prepared for this.

After centuries of preparation, he successfully led his clan to break the world’s shackles and descended upon Monster World.

This was the world he had always dreamed of, but fairness only lay in the environment.

In the vast world, there existed countless powerful clans beyond his imagination, where the law of the jungle was still the survival rule.

Unless he could stand at the World Summit and, in this world with self-generating resources, establish a new order where the lower beings were no longer mere consumables.

The arrival of Monster World amalgamated his shattered dreams, reigniting his ambition to change the world.

For a grand and seemingly illusory dream, he harbored the ambition to change the world, leading his clan into conquest and setting sail anew.

Though powerful enemies fell one after another, the deeper he understood this world, the more distant he felt from his dream.

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Yet the pursuit of his dream never ceased.

This world could carry his dream and provide the necessary resources for its pursuit and advancement.

He would relentlessly advance until he stood at the peak of this world, becoming a formidable force capable of changing everything.

Coming back to his senses, Spirit Bone’s gaze focused on the image of the boiling Black Tide in the Light Mirror.

The name of Black Tide was well known, often heard from vanquished clans, and he had finally encountered it.

Although this was just a combat unit within the Black Tide, it required him to give his all in battle.

Only by crossing over could there be a new future.

"Light Mirror, integrate."

At this moment, the Light Mirror decomposed, transforming into countless energy points, merging with Spirit Bone’s body.

Within the clan land, the previously prepared ’Gathering Power’ grand formation was activated, with countless clansmen extending their hands, instantly exuding starlight from within, drifting towards Spirit Bone.

Like ice and snow melting into boiling lava, Spirit Bone erupted with a circle of dazzling aura, rippling outwards in layers.

Under his skin, light points moved rapidly like an electric current, outlining complex spiritual patterns, muscles began to swell, and every inch of skin emitted a golden glow, while strength continuously accumulated during this period.

As energy poured in, Spirit Bone’s nearly three-meter-tall body gradually rose.

The light in his eyes became increasingly brilliant, no longer indifferent as before, but fueled with fervor and determination.

Within him, strength surged like a roaring tsunami, widening his meridians to unprecedented levels, with each pulse releasing a wave of surging energy.

His bones also resonated with a sharp crack under the baptism of strength.

Like reshaping, they became harder and more resilient, meant to bear the powerful physique infused with the clan’s power.

Spirit Bone let out a long howl to the sky, a voice like rolling thunder echoing between heaven and earth.

In the blink of an eye, his stature reached five meters.

Emitting a golden energy body floated into the air, like a rising sun, bursting with dazzling radiance.

Gazing down at the clansmen who collapsed from exhaustion after contributing their strength, Spirit Bone clenched his fists firmly, the war intent in his heart surging:

"Wait for my return."

With these words, he transformed into a ray of golden light, moving straight towards the direction where the Black Tide was sweeping in.

The air was sliced by the golden light, the whistling sound roared in his ears, as Spirit Bone’s speed of flight accelerated.

The war intent in his heart continued to rise.

Rising from the dust, breaking the cocoon into a butterfly, surging against the current.

On this path, he had faced countless desperate situations and never fell.

This has always been the case, so this time would be no exception.

The Black Tide appeared in the field of vision, covering the sky, like an endless dark ocean, crushing down with an overwhelming force.

Wherever it passed, the earth shattered, revealing inky black cracks as if it would devour all things in the world, carrying the breath of destruction in its roaring approach.

Spirit Bone’s expression was stern, flames of battle burning in his eyes, as his body suddenly accelerated to crash into the Black Tide, as if determined to break through this dark tidal line with his body.

Spreading his arms wide, the golden energy around him surged like a tangible substance, transforming into a resplendent light that wove into a rune diagram covering his body.

"Kill!"

With a roar, Spirit Bone crashed into the Black Tide.

Countless Evil Spirit figures converged within the Black Tide, lunging towards him.

Boom!

A punch struck out, the golden light paving the way, numerous Evil Spirits were blasted into powder, re-integrating into the Black Tide.

From deep within the Black Tide, came sharp screeches, as thousands of Evil Spirits pressed down like a swarm of bees.

The golden light around Spirit Bone was pressed to sizzle by the Black Tide, as the twelve Spirit Nails on his back suddenly burst with golden brilliance, the extracted racial essences of the twelve defeated Strong Clans igniting.