A vast and boundless, never-ending arc of land.

The ground is uneven, mountains densely packed, resembling the bright red veins of a heart, yet riddled with countless scars.

"Let's split up and take action."

The teacher said calmly, "This is the edge area, there's no danger. If you still die here, then I have nothing to say. Regroup here in three years."

Crack.

The portal closed in an instant.

The surrounding students, mostly first-year students who just enrolled.

But they are different; they are special students, claiming ancient divine parentage, all already at the false seventh order. Their goal is to seize the true cosmic rules.

A tall, bright red tentacled creature looked at its nearby companions and was the first to speak, "In the legends of old, in the cosmic membrane beneath our feet, rules flowed everywhere; it was a vibrant era, with rainbows swiftly arcing above us."

Grey Fish also nodded, quickly breaking the awkward atmosphere, "Back then, saints could easily extract rules from the earth to break through, unlike us, who must rely on worshiping deities and borrowing rule projections to break through to the seventh order."

A rebellious student sneered, squatting down to devoutly stroke the rough cosmic membrane.

"Heh, like the veins beneath our feet, drained by others, leaving behind only a riddled wasteland. We latecomers have no treasures left."

After all, it was indeed a different era.

The era where rules and gold were everywhere has long been gone.

Some strong individuals present felt dissatisfied: if not born in the wrong era, how could those exalted Celestial Venerables rule the world?

Unfortunately, there's no way to change it.

"Let's split up and take action," said some strong individuals.

"Why don't we gather together? After all, we just..." someone suggested timidly.

"Are you worthless? This is just the outer edge, as false seventh orders, you can't even handle this..."

A tall, strong man laughed coldly, striding forward by himself, "Hmph! If not for the rule projections on you, I would've wanted to kill all of you fools and acquire true rules. But with my strength, I'll eventually defeat a True God as a false seventh order and obtain their rules."

Everyone exchanged glances.

Because of this man's ridicule, the crowd dispersed in displeasure.

Grey Fish also spread out, walking alone on the land, cautiously calling out, "Teacher? Are you here?"

No response.

She took a deep breath, "It seems this is also a trial for me. The teacher said, I enter hell, who goes to hell? I should have a grand ambition, to feed the demons with my body and clear this Demon Realm."

She continued to walk, continuously collecting and suppressing each wandering resentful soul's demon thought in her cellular prisons, drawing strength constantly.

"I suppress demon thoughts for my use, benefiting the world," she whispered in her heart, looking into her mind.

Crack.

Crack.

On her skin, the epithelial cells continuously opened one vertical eye after another, appearing horrifyingly, soon transforming into a creature full of clustered eyeballs.

"What are you?"

"Let me out quickly!"

In each cellular prison, bizarre heart demons roared, but this was the outermost edge, so they were mostly heart demons born from low-tier strong individuals, not very conscious.

"Relying solely on my own strength is the limit."

She watched the prisons, continuously absorbing demon thoughts, "My realm is very low; inside my body, the capacity to suppress demon thoughts is small. The teacher said I can only expand my demon race, as the progenitor of demon paths, pass down my Divine Blood, let them absorb these demon thoughts..."

One person's power has its limits.

She pondered her classmates from before, thinking about who was upright enough to share her bloodline with, planning to train them in this demon path technique....

In the blink of an eye, a year had passed.

During this time, she tried to recruit some talented classmates, infecting them with Divine Blood, but unfortunately, once transformed into the Demon Race, they became ecstatically obsessed with absorbing demon thoughts, often with ulterior motives.

They even tried to plot against her, scaring her into suppressing them swiftly to avoid major issues.

But despite this, having narrowly escaped death several times, she didn't dare rely on outsiders anymore.

"I can only rely on myself?" she resolved firmly, "Most others are either treacherous or evil, even those originally good turn vile once absorbed by demon thoughts... I can only rely on myself."

She waved her hand, and cells proliferated from her body, shedding like infants dropping to the ground,

"I am the progenitor of true fungi; you can proliferate and spread out, establishing a Kingdom of Fungi!"

Her voice was cold.

Each was the size of a fungal lifeform, jumping on the ground, constantly reproducing,

"I hope among you, there will be strong ones born, becoming a new mother body, cultivating Nascent Soul, then cultivating the demon path, imprisoning demon thoughts within you." She said.

Time flew by.

This desolate Cosmic Land was covered in a strange snow-white fuzz.

Above, astonishingly, there were no demon thoughts or evil thoughts; this grassland-like land appeared extraordinarily clear, a sight unseen in this chaos-shrouded fog.

Upon careful observation, this grassland turned out to be a dense kingdom of cell-sized fungal beings, forming a snow-white carpet.

The entire fungal land gradually grew stronger, and ultimately, a king of fungi began to rule this land.

"Let's gather together..." under his command, the snow-white carpet on the ground began to merge, slowly transforming into a mushroom-shaped fungal infant, riding on the mushroom, continually gestating as if in the amniotic fluid of a mother's womb.

"This is the evolution of life," Grey Fish took a deep breath, "Countless fungal lives forming a body, their consciousnesses converging into a central Nascent Soul!"

Her eyes widened, as if witnessing the truth of creation itself, "Venerable of Creation... this is the origin of life!"

The moment life is born in the womb, it is a gathering of tiny cells, multiplying constantly until they form a flesh-and-blood body, with countless cellular wills converging into a soul...

Right in front of her, was this not the case?

This fungal organism is a kind of mimetic birth form.

Crack.

"Mother." The fungal carpet covering the ground gathered to form a child, fully formed and standing up.

"A natural Nascent Soul is your inner soul; you must learn from me to build a great kingdom, purify this place from demon thoughts and cleanse the environment."

"Yes, Mother."

This infant nodded.

At this moment, in the Celestial Realm, a sudden clap of thunder resounded.

"Has even one of the two last unmanifested rules appeared in this era..."

An ancient being sitting on the throne slowly opened its eyes.

"Did you hear something?" A voice asked nearby, "You monitor Chaos Land, as an ancient Demon Venerable, none of it escapes your eyes."

"Yes, as a disguised Demon Venerable, I've discovered a special lifeform within my domain that can absorb demon thoughts. Only the rules of creation can manifest targeted life."

Is this a change?

Countless voices nearby jointly looked toward a Celestial Venerable higher up, "Emperor Xia, we entrust you to return to the river of time, observe the past, and see who possesses the crucial creation rules that appeared in this era."

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