Published: February 11, 2025
In the face of Wen Huan at this moment, Ye Zhongming felt a hint of envy in his heart.
From the very beginning, when the apocalypse had just arrived and he saw Mo Ye, there was a vague thought in his mind that at some point, he could break free from the shackles set by the roulette and grasp a higher power, just like Wen Huan.
At that time, the national martial arts mastered by Mo Ye and Xia Lei became his hope. He had seen some national martial arts masters in his previous life become formidable evolvers, which led Ye Zhongming to believe that it was a path worth pursuing. He studied diligently, hoping to reach a certain realm, the realm he envisioned for himself.
He worked hard and indeed applied some national martial arts in battle, gradually using his speed and strength. Coupled with the national martial arts he learned from Xia Lei and Mo Ye, he was rarely matched on the battlefield.
But there was an undeniable fact: the national martial arts mastered by Xia Lei, Mo Ye, and even Little Tiger were too ordinary, or rather, the martial arts were extraordinary, but they were not 'true transmissions.' Thus, even if Ye Zhongming practiced with a superhuman body, he couldn't touch that 'switch' he hoped for.
Later, he entered the secret realm and learned combat techniques, which gave Ye Zhongming a whole new hope.
Even when he first emerged from the secret realm and used combat techniques to kill people in Peace Town, Ye Zhongming thought he was on the right path.
The combat techniques and secret arts indeed allowed Ye Zhongming to possess strength that surpassed his peers, and even now, with his blazing flame combat technique and great thousand soul refining technique both reaching their peak, Ye Zhongming felt he was on the verge of breaking through himself.
Now, he could completely battle against beings one evolution level above him, and there was a high chance of winning.
But Ye Zhongming still couldn't be sure if he could break through like Wen Huan when his life was in danger.
Was it anger? Or sadness? Would such intense emotions help break through the constraints of his body?
Ye Zhongming looked at Wen Huan, and many questions arose in his mind.
He knew he might never find the answers, but at least, there was that possibility.
Wen Huan was excellent and powerful; at least among the evolvers Ye Zhongming had seen, he could rank among the top three.
At the moment Wen Huan broke through, his talent could easily be described as the first among all evolvers.
Unfortunately, Wen Huan happened to be of the plant master bloodline.
The strength of this bloodline lay in its ability to distribute the power of the evolver's bloodline to summoned creatures, allowing them to unleash formidable combat power.
This distribution was not one-sided but rather bidirectional. When these mutated plants killed targets or walked on the ground, they could absorb energy from it, and in turn, provide it back to the evolver.
So, the plant master bloodline was powerful; as long as conditions allowed, it could coexist during combat.
Few bloodlines had such capabilities.
But this was not Earth; it was not an ordinary survival space but a special space where everything, whether described as illusory or artificially constructed, could not compare to the vast planets outside.
Earlier, although Wen Huan told his sister not to worry, in fact, there was not much energy to absorb from the land here, as it was fundamentally ephemeral.
The only source of energy was those monsters.
Wen Huan broke through himself, elevating his bloodline by a level, but the issue was that his body had been fighting for so long and had created blood phantoms, leaving him in a very weakened state. He planted again, completing the summoning of mutated plants three times, and this time the life that appeared was even more powerful than the second time; in that instant, he was the strongest in the City of Colors.
But Wen Huan's body did not evolve; in fact, it was extremely weakened. Those even more powerful mutated plants required immense energy to drive them, each absorbing a bit of bloodline power, which collectively amounted to an enormous total.