A crack appeared on the surface of the energy cube.
Countless infant embryos surged out from that crack like a tide, wrapped in a transparent membrane. Upon landing, the membrane broke, and numerous Dark Race Reincarnation Warriors cried after landing.
Witnessing this scene, Shattering suddenly felt overwhelmed.
Retracting his consciousness, he scanned the surroundings and decided to find a safe place temporarily.
An hour later, Shattering re-entered the Dark Race Space.
Facing hundreds of Dark Race Reincarnation Warriors awaiting care, he controlled the Reincarnation Node Magic Cube to read the historical information of these warriors.
The first batch of Reincarnation Warriors delivered contained a total of 329.
Although still in infant form, they could already establish cognition.
He distributed these Inheritance Marks to the corresponding clansmen’s minds.
It’s like a book of history; the clansmen returning from reincarnation can review and view their past life information.
After achieving all this, he sat cross-legged before the piled Dark Race Crystals.
In order to restore power to the peak, ample Qi Blood Energy was needed, but the Dark Race Crystals could assist in healing the spiritual consciousness and physical wounds.
Inhalation, the Dark Race Crystals dissolved automatically ahead, transforming into dark red energy that surged into the body through the mouth and nose.
This energy traversed within his body, and the damaged meridians greeted the nourishment like parched land with rain, rapidly repairing.
The broken muscle fibers interwove under the nourishment of energy, healing at a visibly rapid pace.
The originally fractured bones emitted a slight "crack" sound, gradually repositioning and reforming.
To prevent players from plundering, the near-exhausted Sea of Spirits was infused with a spring, ripples emanating to dispel the gloom shrouding the spiritual world.
The previously exhausted and scattered mental state also tended to clarity under energy restoration.
Finally, as the last trace of energy merged into his body, Shattering slowly opened his eyes.
By now, the injuries had healed, and spiritual power had been restored to a peak state.
Looking ahead, a portion of the piled Crystal Stone had turned into powder, which he swept out of the Dark Race Space with a wave of his hand.
After achieving all this, Shattering turned to the group of Reincarnation Warriors awaiting care.
He sighed, knowing everything had to start from scratch.
Only when this batch of clansmen grows up can a new force gradually be established.
Fortunately, his power realm was not lost, and as long as he had abundant Qi Blood Energy, he could recover combat power swiftly.
This group of clansmen also urgently needed Qi Blood Energy to accelerate growth.
An hour later, Shattering returned to Dark Race Space after hunting a massive Monster.
After absorbing half of the Qi Blood Energy from the Monster’s body, he threw the Monster before the reborn clansmen.
Driven by instinct, the clansmen still crying surged towards the beast, opening their mouths to siphon from afar. Instantly, blood mist overflowed from the Monster’s wounds, absorbed by 329 clansmen.
Their bodies grew visibly by an inch.
Some clansmen even had a Talent Mark on their foreheads, evidently activating part of the Talent Ability exchanged in the Reincarnation Rules.
With the boost of Qi Blood, these clansmen in infant state no longer cried.
They gained preliminary logical abilities, and even some individual clansmen began vaguely perusing the inheritance information marked in their mind.
However, at this stage, these clansmen lacked any combat power.
Shattering left the Dark Race Space again, starting the hunt outside.
All the while, he was cautious, fearing to provoke powerful creatures.
An Xing’s words instilled reverence for this world, aware that he was merely at the bottom of the food chain, cautiously hoping for rising chances, lest he meet an early demise midway.
Under the night, all was silent.
Only the gentle breeze softly stirred the grass, producing a faint rustle.
At that moment, Shattering crouched in the grass, his gaze firmly fixed on a Monster chewing weeds not far away.
This was a Monster with a bear-like build, covered in rough, hard black scales all over, its head huge, with two sharp tusks protruding from the corners of its mouth, dripping green slime.
Shattering’s eyes, unaffected by the night, could even clearly see the scale patterns on the Monster.
After days of struggle, his form had transformed into a child resemblance of around six or seven years old.
Behind him, a group of infant-like children were prone on all fours, faces showing maturity beyond their age.
At that moment, Shattering moved.
His figure turned into a rapid wind, charging forward, the children behind followed suit, crawling and rushing closely once he launched the charge.
Various Talent Spiritual Patterns lit up, concentrated offensives rained down like droplets.
The startled Monster attempted to flee but it was already too late, successfully slain by Shattering and the clansmen.
Once Shattering and the Yu Clan departed, only the Monster’s hide and skeleton remained on the ground, with all its Qi Blood consumed.
Though not yet fully developed, the clansmen acquired combat ability at this stage, sparing Shattering from nurturing them via hunting like a caretaker.
Under the night sky, Shattering led the clansmen in ceaseless Monster hunts.
Passing through a forest, one clansman crawling on the ground suddenly spoke:
Shattering listened, turning towards the speaking clansman.
The infant-like clansman pointed towards the northwest.
Through days of interaction, he knew this clansman wielded the Reincarnation Talent Ability of "Qi Blood Tracking."
Receiving the hint, Shattering nodded, leading the clansmen to advance in the pointed direction.
Before long, he saw the prey pointed out by the clansman, a giant snake nearly five meters long.