Inside the Mountain of Demon Melody, the environment had always been one of rocky ice layers. When Luo Feng flew out of the outermost cave entrance, he immediately saw the boundless void in the distance. A sense of ease and freedom washed over him.
“I’m out!”
“This journey to the Mountain of Demon Melody is finally over.”
Luo Feng turned his head to gaze at the immense mountain, its vastness stretching beyond sight. He sighed inwardly. This trip had indeed brought astonishing rewards. The legacy of the Demon Melody Divine General had increased his mental vibration intensity to over 3200, while for most mentalists, the normal limit was merely 100.
“Even completing the ‘Heaven and Earth of the Original Body’ cultivation technique only grants a strength amplification of 27 times.”
“This legacy is an invaluable treasure!”
“Alas, my strength remains insufficient. My spirit can only bear a fragment of this legacy. Were I at the zenith of a World Lord’s power and consumed the Golden Soul Fruit, I might ascend to the second stage. Upon treading that path, perhaps I could even catch a glimpse of the celestial hall awaiting at its culmination.”
Luo Feng remembered that when he had traversed roughly one-tenth of the First Stage’s path, the grand hall of the First Stage had manifested before him.
From his estimation, the grand hall of the second stage would only manifest when he had traversed one-tenth of its path. And only upon the hall’s emergence could he claim its hidden treasures.
“Pity I only reached the late phase of the first stage.”
“If I could attain even a tenth of the Second Stage’s power, I could dispatch my Mosha Clan avatar to seize the treasures within the ‘Hall of the Second Stage.’ Consuming them would propel my ascension to even greater heights.”
…
As Luo Feng gazed at the Mountain of Demon Melody in contemplation, a distant squad of silver-robed stewards swiftly flew toward him.
“Your Highness!”
“Prince Luo Feng!” As the stewards flew closer, they immediately bowed respectfully. One of them added, “Congratulations, Your Highness, on exiting the Mountain of Demon Melody.”
“Hmph.” Luo Feng nodded.
“Please follow us, Your Highness.” The silver-robed stewards dared not show any negligence. In recent times, there were only two princes within the Mountain of Demon Melody: one was Luo Feng, and the other was a prince from the Endtime Secret Realm. In terms of status, Luo Feng was naturally far superior.
With great reverence, the stewards led Luo Feng toward the palace complex at the foot of the mountain.
“Prince Luo Feng!” A figure in white robes flew swiftly toward them.
“Oh, it’s you, Yichang?” Luo Feng immediately recognized the young man in white robes as the one who had hosted him twelve years ago when he first arrived at the mountain.
“Your Highness still remembers Yichang’s name,” the white-robed youth said excitedly, then added, “Your Highness has safely emerged after twelve years within the Mountain of Demon Melody. Truly admirable.” While saying this, Yichang inwardly sighed… Poyu Marquis would probably be very displeased to hear that Luo Feng had survived.
…
Inside the cold and shadowy hall.
Marquis Poyu sat upon her throne, her immortal aura silently sweeping over Luo Feng and the white-robed youth, Yichang. With her abilities, even Babata, using instruments, couldn’t detect her. After all, in terms of strength, Poyu was slightly superior to Hu Yanbo of old, not to mention that Poyu specialized in soul research.
“This Luo Feng actually survived and stayed in the Mountain of Demon Melody for twelve years… quite impressive!” Poyu murmured, her eyes cold. With a crack, her delicate, jade-like right hand crushed the armrest of the throne into dust.
“Still, one day—”
“What!” Poyu’s expression suddenly changed drastically.
“Ten thousand black tokens? Luo Feng actually gathered ten thousand black tokens?” Poyu’s calmness shattered, replaced by shock and fury.
…
Luo Feng was walking and chatting with the white-robed youth, Yichang.
“Ten thousand black tokens?” Yichang stared at Luo Feng in astonishment. “Your Highness, gathering ten thousand black tokens is far more difficult than the survival task. In all these years, no prince has managed to gather ten thousand black tokens. Only Prince Molo before you accomplished it.”
“Molo?” Luo Feng furrowed his brow. “He did it too?”
The fastest way to gather ten thousand black tokens was to kill World Lords. For a Cosmic-level 9 warrior to kill a World Lord was unimaginable.
By personal combat alone, it was impossible. Usually, it required the aid of life-support systems or technological weapons.
Luo Feng had only succeeded by combining his Mosha Clan clone with an E9-grade laser gun. What had Molo relied on?
“Yes.” The white-robed youth nodded. “Prince Molo indeed succeeded, though he only stayed in the Mountain of Demon Melody for a little over three years.”
“He was fast,” Luo Feng said with a faint smile. “Gathering ten thousand black tokens is extremely difficult. It took me twelve years to succeed. Molo must be quite skilled in gathering them.”
The white-robed youth quickly added, “Your Highness, enduring twelve years in the Mountain of Demon Melody to gather black tokens is truly admirable.”
Though he said this, he inwardly scoffed.
This peerless genius, Luo Feng, seemed to care little for his own life. To gather enough black tokens, he had stayed in the Mountain of Demon Melody for twelve years. That place was where ‘Desperate Mission’ tasks were held. Even with the best luck, one would inevitably encounter native World Lords or World Lord-level illusions…
“I really don’t know how he survived,” Yichang muttered inwardly.
A moment later.
Yichang led Luo Feng to a palace.
“Your Highness, since you have gathered ten thousand black tokens, you are naturally entitled to a great reward. This reward will be personally granted by ‘King Tianyu,’ the representative of the Virtual Universe Company stationed here.” Yichang smiled. “Please wait a moment while I announce your arrival… Please remain here until King Tianyu receives you.”
“Understood.” Luo Feng nodded.
As Yichang departed, Luo Feng’s heart stirred with surprise.
King Tianyu?
Having followed Master Zhenyan for so many years, Luo Feng had heard of the names of some supreme beings. Among the immortal kings, there were also hierarchies, and a few were nearly on par with the cosmic monarchs.
Such as his own master, Zhenyan!
And King Tianyu was one of the names his master had once mentioned and specially praised. Among immortal kings, those whom Zhenyan could not rival were few, and Tianyu was one of them.
“According to my master, King Tianyu is adept in the two great laws of ‘Space’ and ‘Time,’ a supreme being who cultivated the ‘Cosmic Chaos Tablet.’ Even my master could not rival him. He holds an extremely high status within the Virtual Universe Company.” Luo Feng inwardly anticipated the meeting with this legendary figure.
Compared to legendary figures like Zhenyan and Tianyu, King Mengcang was far inferior.
…
A short while later.
“Prince Luo Feng, King Tianyu is waiting for you in his ‘Feather Emperor Hall.'” The white-robed youth, Yichang, smiled. “Please follow me, Your Highness.”
“Hmph.”
Luo Feng nodded and followed Yichang through the palace complex at the foot of the mountain. After flying for about two minutes, they arrived at a towering palace, its height reaching hundreds of thousands of kilometers. The palace’s outer walls were almost half-covered in carvings of a strange, monstrous bird.
This bird had three pairs of wings, three eyes, and a crown-like crest on its head.
Especially the vertical eye in the middle, though only a massive carving, it exuded a terrifying aura, as if it could pierce through time and space.
“Your Highness, please go inside. I cannot accompany you further,” Yichang said, remaining outside the palace.
The golden-armored guards outside also parted the way in unison. There were over a thousand guards, among whom were no fewer than ten immortal deities.
“Immortal deities guarding the palace?” Luo Feng found it incredible. Even his master, Zhenyan, wasn’t that impressive… Usually, immortal deities had their own pride. Even if they submitted to a powerful being, they would rarely agree to be ordered to serve as guards unless there were special circumstances.
Luo Feng immediately stepped into the Feather Emperor Hall.
The first level of the hall, the main chamber, was immensely grand and dazzlingly adorned in gold and deep black.
“Whoosh!”
Luo Feng flew like a streak of light through the main chamber, and after a brief flight, he saw the radiant figure seated on the throne and the many figures seated on both sides of the hall.
“Pay homage to King Tianyu!” Luo Feng bowed.
“Zhenyan has taken a fine apprentice.” The voice of the radiant figure on the throne echoed throughout the entire hall. The main hall itself was nearly ten thousand kilometers in length and width. Normally, sound would take a long time to travel, yet the moment the radiant figure spoke, his voice filled the entire hall instantly.
Luo Feng then lifted his gaze to look at the radiant figure seated on the throne.
He had long golden hair, and his eyes were a striking blue. However, the vertical eye on his forehead had golden pupils! His nose was high, his lips thin, but when his eyes looked down upon the hall, Luo Feng felt as though he were facing the infinite expanse of the cosmos.
A natural nobility! An invisible force that made one wish to kneel.
“A terrifying figure indeed. No wonder he is considered equal to my master.” Luo Feng was astonished. Beings like Zhenyan and Tianyu, who were nearly on the level of a cosmic monarch, no longer needed to serve under any monarch or venerable within the Virtual Universe Company. They had already transcended the need to rely on cosmic monarchs or venerables.
“The others…”
Luo Feng’s gaze swept the hall.
Below the throne sat a total of twenty-four figures, each with distinct appearances—some tall and muscular, others seductive or cold. Based on Luo Feng’s long experience in Chaos City with his senior and junior brothers, he estimated that these twenty-four were likely among the strongest immortal deities.
“Show me your ten thousand black tokens.” The radiant figure on the throne said.
“Yes.”
With a wave of his hand, Luo Feng summoned a pile of black tokens beside him.
“Hmm. According to the rules of this mountain, gathering ten thousand black tokens entitles you to a reward.” King Tianyu gazed down at the tiny figure below him and said indifferently, “I will now offer you three reward options. You may choose only one.”
At his words,
Almost all of the twenty-four mighty immortal deities seated below exchanged subtle glances, though none dared to speak. Among them, Marquis Poyu inwardly thought, “What is King Tianyu doing? Normally, he just grants a reward directly. Why is he giving this boy a choice this time?”
Poyu was deeply displeased but dared not utter a single complaint.
King Tianyu’s authority was absolute. Defying him could very well result in death!
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