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"Do you desire to remain within the Otrank Mountains?"

Elsie, perceiving Enzo's hesitation, inquired curiously in regards to the battle zone of the three-tailed silver wolf in the Otrank Mountains.

Enzo did not deny this notion and responded, "It presents an opportunity, and evading challenges is not within my character."

Elsie fell into silence for a prolonged moment.

It was then that she spoke, "In that case, I shall venture forth to Otrank City alone. Be cautious."

Elsie did not choose to dissuade Enzo, despite the inherent dangers that accompanied his decision. Having spent ample time with him, she understood that if he had resolved to undertake this path, he must have weighed the consequences. Her dissuasion was unnecessary.

Enzo nodded slightly, and the two parted ways.

As Elsie departed the Otrank Mountains en route to Otrank City, Enzo did not immediately leave. Instead, he decided to preserve the colossal carcass of the three-tailed silver wolf, stowing it away within his pocket dimension for further analysis.

Upon entering the pocket dimension, Enzo found Bookstaver and Carol nearby, approaching him with curiosity.

"This appears peculiar... what is it?"

Carol remarked, her interest piqued upon seeing the three-tailed silver wolf.

After a brief explanation from Enzo, Carol's curiosity waned. Such matters did not captivate her.

Bookstaver, though immensely intrigued, lacked the ability to sense the peculiarities surrounding them.

Therefore, it busied itself with its own tasks.

Enzo proceeded to dissect the three-tailed silver wolf's corpse, meticulously examining its extracted blood. Unfortunately, no extraordinary discoveries were made.

Enzo was somewhat disappointed with this conclusion.

Disappointed, Enzo's gaze shifted towards the nearby World Tree, sparking a thought within his mind.

As Enzo's soul continues to grow, his mastery over the small world and the World Tree increases. The World Tree serves different purposes, apart from forcibly obtaining inheritance in the Magic Shadow space as Enzo did before. One of its most important functions is the ability to decipher all things.

The elemental fruits on the World Tree are a result of this ability.

They are the purest of elemental fruits, and consuming one greatly enhances the understanding of the corresponding element.

However, these elemental fruits originated from the elements that Enzo has already mastered.

Therefore, they do not have any effect on his personal improvement.

Nevertheless, the ability to decipher all things could prove useful.

Without hesitation, Enzo drags the massive corpse of the three-tailed silver wolf to the foot of the World Tree. He then manipulates the World Tree to devour the wolf. As the wolf is consumed, its energy and bloodline are analyzed and refined by the World Tree. Afterwards, a blood-red fruit, no larger than a thumb, materializes on one of the branches of the World Tree.

At that moment, Carol, sensing something, quickly rushes over.

Pale-faced, she identifies the aura emanating from the fruit and exclaims fearfully, "The aura of the Chaos Behemoth! Enzo, what bizarre encounter have you stumbled upon again?"

"The Chaos Behemoth?" Enzo, perplexed by Carol's words, explains, "This fruit is extracted from the body of the three-tailed silver wolf. According to others in the outside world, it should be Eomaia blood, not some Chaos Behemoth."

"It's impossible!" Carol immediately denie.

Her certainty shined through as she exclaimed, "This is undoubtedly the aura of the Chaos Behemoth. I cannot be mistaken. The Chaos Behemoth, as ancient as the Protoss themselves, is a colossal creature that, when fully grown, rivals the size of a star. It feasts upon entire planets, with a particular preference for those inhabited by sentient beings, especially the ancestral home of the Protoss.

It is for this reason that the Chaos Behemoth became the enemy of the Protoss. Any Protoss would never mistake the aura of the Chaos Behemoth."

Upon hearing Carol's explanation, Enzo removed the crimson fruit.

He vaguely believed Carol's words in his heart. After all, those residing in the Otrank Mountains had limited knowledge of Eomaia, only recognizing it as a tremendously powerful monster with blood and tissues possessing extraordinary properties, capable of enhancing one's own lineage.

At this moment, Carol continued speaking, "If you ever have the opportunity, you should gather more of the Chaos Behemoth's blood. I possess a Ritual on absorbing the power of Chaos Behemoth blood, maximizing its potential and greatly enhancing your physical strength."

With that, Carol transmitted the knowledge regarding this matter to Enzo.

It was a part of the Protoss inheritance, and the content was not overly complex. In the instant of receiving this knowledge, Enzo comprehended it fully.

However, he did not immediately choose to absorb it.

From the information conveyed by Carol, the Chaos Behemoth was unquestionably an immensely powerful and ancient creature within the Starry Sky, capable of consuming stars themselves. It stood at the pinnacle of the Starry Sky. If he could control a living Chaos Behemoth, its value would undoubtedly surpass that of the blood.

The living Chaos Behemoth is not beyond reach - utilizing its previously acquired demonic lineage abilities, it is possible to nurture other beings as avatars.

The World Tree itself was conceived in this manner.

If The World Tree can accomplish it, Chaos Behemoth should pose no problem.

However, this revelation only deepens Enzo's perplexity.

While in the Disaster World, he had little knowledge of The World Tree and the Starry Sky. But now, having departed from that realm, he has gained sufficient understanding to realize the horrifying capability of birthing avatars through the blood and remains of other creatures.

Such a power existing within a small world's population is entirely unreasonable.

By logical deduction, it becomes evident that the Disaster World is far from simple, and even the impending catastrophe, as described by the world-conscious Artemis, is unlikely to be what it seems. Otherwise, Enzo would have spoken up when he encountered Maude earlier, as it was this very reason that prompted Maude to leave the Disaster World.

The myriad of thoughts has left Enzo's mind in disarray. He shakes his head to clear away the confusion and focuses on activating his innate talent for nurturing avatars, intending to attempt the creation of a Chaos Behemoth avatar.

Crimson threads materialize in his hands, enveloping a drop of Chaos Behemoth's blood.

However, the subsequent revelation causes Enzo to furrow his brow.

While it is indeed possible to nurture a Chaos Behemoth avatar using its blood, a single drop is inadequate. At the very least, a hundred drops of blood are needed, along with a significant amount of precious metals and planetary essence - all of which hold great value and are far beyond his current means.

Nevertheless, the fact that he is capable of nurturing avatars remains a promising development.

"Therefore, my primary objective now is to acquire a sufficient quantity of Chaos Behemoth blood. I do have an advantage over others in that I am able to extract the blood from other creatures who have absorbed it."

"In addition to this, I must search for precious ores."

"These ores can not only be used to nurture Chaos Behemoth clones, but also to forge a formidable weapon. Engaging in combat without a weapon would undoubtedly put me at a disadvantage compared to others..."

Enzo mused to himself, solidifying his future plans in his mind.

Subsequently, he departed from the small world and reappeared in the Otrank Mountains.

...

At this moment, the Otrank Mountains had descended into complete chaos.

After the appearance of the three-tailed silver wolf that had consumed the essence of Eomaia blood, other areas of the Otrank Mountains also began to reveal traces of Eomaia blood, inciting fierce competition amongst many individuals.

In the midst of this struggle, numerous lives were claimed and the forces behind those who were killed naturally sought retribution, leading to a fresh round of conflicts.

Especially deep within the Otrank Mountains, the surging waves of battle were truly alarming.

This even caused Enzo to hesitate, contemplating whether remaining in the Otrank Mountains was too dangerous. However, the thought of the Eomaia blood, or rather, the Chaos Behemoth blood within the mountains, and the potential rewards of successfully nurturing a Chaos Behemoth clone as his own, convinced him otherwise.

With that in mind, Enzo made a firm decision.

Nevertheless, choosing to stay in the Otrank Mountains required necessary preparations.

Enzo invoked the Magic Shadow divine arts, instantly enveloping himself in a ethereal cloak of shadows. It was a highly intriguing sensation, as he felt his entire being becoming elusive, almost nonexistent. He transformed into a mere shadow, particularly inconspicuous in dimly lit surroundings.

Not only did this ability allow him to evade impending harm, but it also granted him the power of clandestine movement.

In certain aspects, the Magic Shadow divine arts seemed even more potent than the Soul Fortress divine arts he had mastered, bolstering Enzo's confidence in securing the Eomaia blood.

As Enzo contemplated his next course of action, others present in the core region of Otrank Mountains had their own thoughts and desires.

A deep chasm, seemingly bottomless and as dark as a consuming abyss, dominated the core area of Otrank Mountains. Carved into the side walls of this chasm were several man-made caves.

Within one of these caves, a fire crackled, providing warmth and illumination for a group of weary individuals.

Among them stood Mansfield.

His face etched with anger and his fists clenched tightly, harboring an immense fury within.

Through gritted teeth, Mansfield growled, "Oris, mark my words, I will make you pay for this!"

His furious roar reverberated through the depths of the chasm, eventually transforming into a mocking echo that seemed to emanate from the very depths of the abyss.

At that moment, the person standing beside Mansfield spoke up.