Swamp Lord with an Intelligence System

Eagle head, tiger body, lion hands, bull hooves, leopard tail...

A strange yet harmonious feeling washed over him.

The God of the Wild and the Stars!

This was the first time he saw the statue of the god, and he hadn’t expected it to look so... abstract.

But appearance was a trivial matter—just getting closer he could clearly feel the immense Divine Power that belonged to the God of the Wild and the Stars.

The real prize was here!

Lear’s mood soared instantly.

He slowly stepped closer to the Temple of the Wild.

This time, there was no warning of danger.

He felt at ease.

Passing through the open doorway, the details of the temple were reflected in his eye.

The interior wasn’t lavishly decorated but resembled a primitive yet sacred natural cavern.

The ground was rough stone slabs, unpolished, on which naturally grew moss emitting a faint light.

The towering dome wasn’t solid, instead, it was a deep starry sky simulated by Divine Power, where countless stars slowly moved, emitting a cold yet mysterious glow.

Behind the statue of the God of the Wild and the Stars stood a massive altar.

The altar was sculpted from a black giant stone, carved with intricate totems, half depicting roaring beasts, half the enigmatic starry sky.

Above the altar floated a sphere of light that constantly changed shape, giving off a sacred and inviolable feeling.

Staring at it, it felt as if he was seeing the nighttime sky, vast and endless, mesmerizing.

This was the power left in this plane by the God of the Wild and the Stars, and the key to the entire temple.

At this moment, the light of the orb appeared somewhat dim, evidently affected by its master’s long absence.

But the Power of Rules contained within it remained vast as the sea.

Lear took a deep breath, stepped to the altar, and slowly extended his right hand, gently placing his palm on the orb.

A cotton-soft touch spread across his hand, his mind stirred, he slowly closed his eyes and probed it with his Divine Thought, made incredibly keen by absorbing the Golden Rule.

Boom—

In an instant, Lear’s mind seemed to explode with two completely different worlds.

A torrent of pure, primal life concepts flooded his soul.

Images unfurled in his mind: a lone wolf hunting on a snowy plain, each movement filled with the most instinctive thirst for survival, its muscles, bones, senses evolved to the extreme for hunting and battle.

Lear felt the patience of stalking, the explosive energy of the kill, and the resilience of licking wounds after injury.

He saw a pristine forest untrodden by any civilization, towering trees growing wildly, covering the sky.

Thick vines entwined like giant pythons, strangling all that dared block their absorption of sunlight among their kind.

Underground, a network of fungal mycelium quietly cycled through decomposition and rebirth.

Here, there was no good or evil, no morality, only the brutal, direct competition for survival, the strongest prevail.

A wild, unrestrained, unbounded Life Energy surged his soul.

The so-called Authority of the Wild is not simply controlling beasts, but mastering the power of life-forms returning to their ancestral roots.

It is stripping away the shell of civilization, reason, and order, returning to the most powerful, purest, and naturally compliant primal combat form.

Lear’s mind flashed—he thought of his Swamp Divine Race and Cold-blooded Cavalry under his command.

He had a feeling, if this life-filled wild essence could be infused into their bloodline, their combat effectiveness would greatly increase.

These lives were born in the Wilderness Swamps, wildness was their nature.

At this moment, this wild aura gradually faded away, another distinct sensation flooded his soul.

Lear’s consciousness now seemed to drift from his body into the infinite cosmos.

Countless stars flickered in his mind, following eternal trajectories, slowly moving in the vast starry sky.

Time seemed to halt here.

A year, ten years, even a hundred years here were just a blink.

The life’s span of the stars far exceeded what ordinary Life Energy could measure.

Even the so-called immortal Divine Spirits could not compare to the lifespan of the stars...

The myriad stars tugged at each other, their light crossing eons, creating a massive, invisible web of rules.

Just then, the Golden Rule within his mind suddenly began to burn faster.

Pure Energy poured into Lear’s soul.

Lear’s heart trembled, a Special feeling surfaced in his mind.

He sharply focused Spiritual Power, attempting to invade that vast void.

Originally, his power couldn’t achieve this, but supported by the Golden Rule, his Spiritual Power rushed forward like a tide.

He firmly stood in the midst of the starry sky.

Then, like ink in clear water, began spreading rapidly.

With each part of the starry sky he occupied, Lear gained more insight.

As the Spiritual Power expanded to a tenth of the Range, suddenly the starry sky churned with terror.

Like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, splashing water and ripples.

"Who dares to spy on My power?!"

An angry, raging voice echoed above the starry sky.

The next moment, the starry sky rose, directly condensing the phantom of the God of the Wild and the Stars.

The innumerable stars transformed into a Divine Body, visible still with stars flickering.