The piercing pain was intense, yet Luo Feng could still endure it. However, this pain rapidly spread to his head, infiltrating even the neural pathways of his brain. Waves of radiating agony felt as if countless ants were gnawing deep within his mind. Even cosmic-level geniuses would be unable to withstand such torment if their willpower wasn’t unshakable.
That, however, was secondary. The most critical aspect was—
the Sea of Consciousness!
In the depths of the mind, the Spirit of a celestial-tier powerhouse dwelled within the “Ocean of Thought.” The corporeal form simulated in the Virtual Cosmos Network was naturally mundane, thus within this digital realm, Luo Feng’s mortal vulnerability also resided in his Sea of Consciousness!
The pain permeated the neural pathways of the brain, fully affecting the Sea of Consciousness, causing it to tremble.
“Although No. 19 weakens bodily pain, it enhances the impact on the brain’s neural system. Once the effect reaches a certain level, it naturally affects the ‘Sea of Consciousness.’ When the Sea of Consciousness is impacted, the strength of a psychokineticist will inevitably decline!” Yu Feng, riding a winged glider in the distance, eyes gleamed as he pointed directly at Luo Feng.
“Die!” Suddenly, countless threads transformed into razor-sharp blades hurtling toward Luo Feng. No matter how talented he was, this body was merely a normal ninth-stage cosmic-level body simulated by the Virtual Cosmic Corporation. It would surely be instantly destroyed.
Facing the torrent of threads descending like a storm, Luo Feng’s eyes remained icy cold.
“Suppress!”
His powerful will anchored his soul like an unshakable stone. Even with the Sea of Consciousness in turmoil, his ironclad will and awareness forcibly controlled his psychokinetic power, as if a general commanding soldiers to stabilize amidst a raging flood. Simultaneously, he manipulated both primal energy and psychokinetic power to violently expel the toxins infiltrating his body.
“No matter how the heavens and earth collapse, none shall shake me!”
BOOM!
Luo Feng, riding the Dark Cloud Shuttle, became a blur, swiftly dodging while commanding the entire Sword World to exert pressure and interfere with the countless black threads. His eyes flared with fury as he roared: “Yu Feng, die!”
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Five semi-transparent, pale golden ‘sword tip’-shaped sword energies, like five golden rainbows, tore across the sky toward the distant black-robed figure. As they shot forth, the five beams resonated with the fundamental laws of cosmic space itself. Instantly, visible ripples spread through the surrounding space. Combined with the Sword World, they formed an overwhelming suppression effect.
This was the power of the World Sword Energy—so astonishing!
“How could he withstand it so easily? What terrifying consciousness and willpower!” Yu Feng, the black-robed figure, stared wide-eyed, disbelief flooding his gaze.
Each pale golden sword tip, like a laser beam, pierced Yu Feng’s body repeatedly, staining his black robe red with blood.
His corpse plummeted from the sky, his eyes still wide with disbelief. As a researcher and creator of potions, he understood their properties intimately. He had even tested them personally within the Virtual Cosmic Network. He himself couldn’t suppress the effects of Potion No. 18, let alone No. 19.
Yet Luo Feng had suppressed it!
“PUH!” The tattered corpse crashed into the desert. Luo Feng landed beside it: “Unless your potion can directly stimulate the brain’s nerves to the point of shattering my Sea of Consciousness, it cannot affect me.”
WHOOSH!
The Virtual Cosmic System transported Luo Feng away.
Luo Feng’s fourth battle—against the alchemist Yu Feng—ended in Luo Feng’s victory! His record now stood at 4 wins, 0 draws, 0 losses!
…
Indeed, in the vast cosmos, there existed mystical elixirs capable of shattering the Sea of Consciousness by overstimulating the neural pathways of the mind. These forbidden concoctions—potent enough to obliterate the consciousness of even a ninth-stage cosmic-level powerhouse—were fiendishly difficult to brew and thus deemed illicit artifacts. Were such draughts ever mass-produced, the celestial battlefields would render cosmic-tier warriors obsolete.
The cosmos, after all, is fair.
It grants alchemists the power to create astonishing potions, but also makes their path arduous and lonely.
Such extraordinary potions are destined to be difficult to mass-produce, and often only the creator can use them safely.
…
“I lost. That was my strategic mistake.” Cloaked in white robes within his laboratory, Yu Feng swiftly dissected the reasons for his defeat. “He’s a psychokineticist. His assaults depend on ‘psychic energy.’ No matter how severely I injure his physical form, with sheer willpower alone, he can still harness psychokinetic forces to wield the Divine Weapon and engage me in battle.”
“So my basic strategy was correct.”
“It must impair his mastery over the Divine Weapon.”
“One method involves direct soul-altering elixirs, yet my earlier ‘Caswar No. 6’ proved ineffective. The alternative is stimulating neural pathways to ripple through the Sea of Consciousness, physiologically disrupting his mastery over the Divine Arms.” Yu Feng’s brow furrowed in contemplation. “The logic was flawless—there remains but a single conclusion!”
“My potion wasn’t strong enough!”
Without further hesitation, Yu Feng lightly tapped the air before him. A massive screen materialized, filled with dense streams of data. He immediately immersed himself in potion research once more…
Alchemists are lonely, and they must bear this solitude.
Yet the cosmos is vast. Countless lifeforms exist, not to mention the infinite varieties of substances—plants alone, even if one recited their names for a hundred million years, one could never finish. All—planets, stars, black holes, even the tiniest microbes—are materials an alchemist can analyze.
If an alchemist could cultivate a black hole using his methods, then even a black hole could be considered a potion. Of course, this is a hyperbolic statement.
Before a black hole, even cosmic space shatters. Even immortal beings are crushed by its gravity.
Creating a black hole?
Not a single alchemist has achieved this path—yet.
The cosmos is boundless, generation after generation of alchemists striving forward, yet they still believe… there are infinite paths to explore.
Perhaps one day, an alchemist will make a breathtaking discovery.
…
Victory!
Luo Feng defeated the alchemist Yu Feng, achieving four consecutive wins. Meanwhile, Kroff completed his fourth battle—defeating Longyun!
Thus, both Luo Feng and Kroff stood at four wins each!
…
On Yuxiang Mountain, thousands of core members of the Virtual Cosmic Corporation watched the upcoming battle with anticipation. Even Domain Lords and World Kings among the core members were observing closely. Often, by the halfway point of the competition, it was already clear who would earn the spot.
But this time, the final outcome would only be revealed in the last match.
“This young man from the Qianwu Cosmic Nation joined the Virtual Cosmic Corporation not long ago—only two hundred years ago—and now he’s challenging the Primordial Secret Realm?”
“But watching the videos, Kroff really is strong.”
…
After defeating Yu Feng, Luo Feng sat quietly at his desk, four consecutive victories bringing him to the brink of the Primordial Secret Realm.
“Wolfman Kroff!”
“Time to settle this!”
Luo Feng’s eyes gleamed like those of a raging Golden-Horned Beast.
“Luofeng!” A voice suddenly called from outside, startling Luo Feng as he quickly rushed downstairs. In the living room stood Zhenyan, clad in a simple golden robe.
“Teacher!” Luo Feng bowed respectfully.
Zhenyan studied Luo Feng for a moment, then smiled and nodded: “Good job. You’ve done very well this time.”
“Your disciple hasn’t entered the Primordial Secret Realm yet. There’s still one final match,” Luo Feng replied with a faint smile of helplessness. “And I’m not confident about winning this last battle.”
“You’ve done enough.” Zhenyan sat directly on the sofa, gazing at Luo Feng. “Four consecutive victories—first defeating Bolan, proving you are the best of your cohort. Second defeating Primordial Secret Realm member Moluo, proving your strength has reached that level. Third defeating Yu Feng, showing even such a brilliant alchemist couldn’t find your weakness.”
Luo Feng stood silently, showing no hint of pride.
Zhenyan sighed inwardly. Usually, a teacher worries about a disciple becoming arrogant. But his disciple… always remained humble. Even when praised, he remained so.
“But I’m not sure I can defeat Kroff,” Luo Feng’s thoughts were entirely on the upcoming fifth match.
“Defeat?”
Zhenyan burst into loud laughter, shaking the entire room.
“Teacher?” Luo Feng asked, puzzled.
“I’ve been watching your competition, so I’ve seen Kroff’s battle videos,” Zhenyan’s face was full of joy. “I’m certain—right now, he definitely possesses the strength to pass the eighth level of the Heaven-Ascent Bridge!”
“What?”
Luo Feng’s eyes widened. “The eighth level of the Heaven-Ascent Bridge?”
Each level of the Heaven-Ascent Bridge became exponentially harder to ascend. Among the cosmic-level core members of the Virtual Cosmic Corporation, only the strongest of the Primordial Secret Realm, Feito, had ever passed the eighth level. Feito was the only one!
Could the Wolfman Kroff also pass the eighth level of the Heaven-Ascent Bridge?
Someone else saying this, Luo Feng would dismiss it as a joke. But this was his teacher, the immortal existence closest to the Cosmic King himself—Zhenyan.
“I rewatched Kroff’s previous qualification battle. Back then, he wasn’t this strong. His power skyrocketed in the past one or two centuries,” Zhenyan sat there, sipping tea calmly. “At the eighth level of the Heaven-Ascent Bridge, aside from Feito, there is no one else among the cosmic-level core members who can rival him.”
Luo Feng fell silent.
The news his teacher brought was staggering.
“Don’t lose heart,” Zhenyan smiled. “This match has drawn the attention of some high-level figures within the Virtual Cosmic Corporation. Kroff is exceptional, and your progress is also astonishing. Both of you are being watched. If you lose this time, don’t despair. In the next qualification round, you’ll surely enter the Primordial Secret Realm.”
“Can’t I do it this time?” Luo Feng took a deep breath.
Yes.
His power was already at the peak of the seventh level. If Kroff could completely overpower him, then he must possess the strength of the eighth level of the Heaven-Ascent Bridge.
“Final match of the Qualification Battle!”
“It’s time to use that move!” Luo Feng thought inwardly. “Perhaps there’s a thirty percent chance of victory!”
He had never used that move before. It was a move bordering on “cheating.”
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