Thirty days passed in the blink of an eye.
“Human, your time for enlightenment is up. You may now leave,” a deep and powerful voice echoed in Luo Feng’s ears and mind—the voice of the guardian of the Sacred Tablet Tower. It directly awakened Luo Feng, whose consciousness rapidly withdrew from the ‘Origin of the Universe,’ the ‘Ocean of Laws,’ and the demon-roaring image on the Sacred Tablet before him.
“Phew.”
Luo Feng cast a reluctant glance at the towering pale-green Sacred Tablet.
“What a pity—only one month. This Sacred Tablet has benefited me even more than the Nine Heavens Chaos Tablet.” Luo Feng sighed inwardly. The first seven images of the Nine Heavens Chaos Tablet depicted only spatial laws, so observing it had limited benefit for his comprehension of the ‘Metal Law,’ certainly far less than this Sacred Tablet.
…
Luo Feng turned and left, walking toward the exit.
The guardian of the Sacred Tablet Tower stood silently like a statue, clad in black battle armor, with a massive three-meter-tall blade embedded beside him. An invisible aura of pressure radiated from him, making every Gold Horn clansman who entered the tower feel immense pressure.
“Boom~~~” The tall tower gates slowly opened, letting in light from outside.
Luo Feng walked out alone.
“Your Highness.”
“Prince Luo Feng.”
Outside the tower stood Dylan, five Domain Lord guards, Sifanqi, and Kashna. Luo Feng smiled and nodded at his companions, but his expression quickly changed—gathered outside the Sacred Tablet Tower were many young Gold Horn clansmen, their eyes bloodshot, glaring at Luo Feng with intense hatred.
“Human Luo Feng, I challenge you!”
“Human, accept my challenge!”
“Be a brave warrior and accept the challenge!” A cacophony of voices rose in chaos.
Frowning slightly, Luo Feng quickly walked to Dylan and the others and mentally transmitted, “Let’s return to our cultivation residence first. Elder Sifanqi, this group of zealous clansmen will have to be handled by you.”
Then Luo Feng, accompanied by Dylan and others, hastily left the Sacred Tablet Tower, somewhat flustered.
…
At the cultivation residence.
As Luo Feng and the others entered through the door, Luo Feng said while walking, “Dylan, I plan to organize my insights from the Sacred Tablet over the past month, then go to the Secret Scripture Tower to choose a scripture.” Having said that, Luo Feng directly chose a quiet room to begin his meditation.
“His Highness truly is diligent in cultivation,” Dylan watched the scene unfold, shaking his head with a smile. “Yes, back when I wasn’t an immortal, I was just as hardworking too.”
Upon reaching immortality, one gains eternal life, free from the constraints of lifespan.
Moreover, for an immortal god, progress is extremely difficult and slow. With infinite lifespan, immortals no longer feel the same urgency to work hard.
…
Inside the quiet room, Luo Feng sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, continuously pondering the mysteries he had glimpsed but not fully grasped through the Sacred Tablet, beginning to savor and contemplate them carefully.
Unconsciously, half a month passed.
“Hmm.” Luo Feng opened his eyes, a faint smile appearing. “I’ve finally comprehended what I gained from the Sacred Tablet.”
Thirty days of enlightenment at the Sacred Tablet equaled about eight years of normal Domain Lord-level cultivation or nearly 3,000 years as a Realm Lord.
Yet Luo Feng was not even 300 years old since birth.
The progress over these thirty days had been immense!
However, the nine images of the “Nine Heavens Chaos Tablet” increased in difficulty exponentially.
Although he had previously grasped the essence of the first 36 raindrops in “Raindrop Image” and “Drizzle Image,” the “Storm Image” contained another 72 raindrops, each a hundred times more difficult.
Even after thirty days of contemplation, Luo Feng had only managed to elevate his comprehension of laws to a level surpassing the ninth tier of the Heaven’s Ascension Bridge.
He had grasped the essence of 108 raindrops.
For ordinary warriors, grasping the meaning was sufficient—akin to scoring a perfect 100.
But to fully grasp the essence was like solving all the bonus questions, achieving a score of 150. Though only slightly deeper, the difficulty increased tenfold or even a hundredfold! This was precisely why Zhenyan had worried whether Luo Feng was capable enough when assigning him to study “Blood Drizzle.”
Because grasping the essence required an extremely high level of law comprehension.
Thirty days!
Equivalent to 3,000 years of Realm Lord-level cultivation, allowed Luo Feng to completely understand the third image, “Storm Image.” In other words, he had achieved a perfect score on the deeper 72 raindrops. Understanding this third image meant Luo Feng now possessed the law comprehension required to pass the ninth tier of the Heaven’s Ascension Bridge.
“I advanced from the peak of the seventh tier to the ninth tier of the Heaven’s Ascension Bridge in just thirty days, fully grasping ‘Storm Image.'”
“In theory, ordinary warriors would now proceed to the next image—the fourth one!”
“Unfortunately, I can’t.”
“I must grasp the essence of the 72 most profound spatial laws.”
Over these thirty days of meditation, Luo Feng had realized how incredibly difficult it was to grasp the essence of 72 spatial laws.
The first 9 were the easiest, which he had grasped back in Chaos City.
The next 27 were much harder. Through some opportunities in the Blood-Luo World, his comprehension speed had surged. With the ability to continuously observe the Beast God Statue and guidance from Master Tian Shi, he had finally grasped them!
The final 72 were the hardest!
Luo Feng had undertaken extreme perilous missions, later secluded himself on Earth for 50 years, and now secluded himself in the Sacred Tablet Tower for 30 days (equivalent to nearly 3,000 years as a Realm Lord). Even under these conditions, he had only achieved a perfect score on “Storm Image,” yet not a single one of the 72 spatial essences had been grasped!
It was difficult!
Incredibly difficult!
Even extraordinary geniuses would, in a thousand cosmic epochs as Domain Lords, fail to grasp all 108 spatial law essences of the “Storm Image.” Only true super-geniuses at the peak of the universe could afford to waste so much time. Back then, the peak genius Lian Luo, as a Domain Lord, had spent 3,000 years in Chaos City to grasp them.
Of course, in terms of talent, Luo Feng, with the Blood-Luo Power driving the Gold Horn Beast and being a spatial prodigy with the Mosha Clan clone, might even surpass the peak human genius Lian Luo.
Especially since Luo Feng also had the “Beast God Statue,” allowing him at any time to contemplate the “Tearing Heaven Claw!”
…
Luo Feng stepped out of the quiet room. Instantly, several shadows appeared—Dylan, the five Domain Lords, Elder Sifanqi, and Kashna all showed up.
“Has your Highness completed your meditation?” Dylan approached with a smile.
“Yes.” Luo Feng nodded with a smile.
“Congratulations, Prince Luo Feng. How did your meditation at the Sacred Tablet go this time?” Elder Sifanqi asked, looking at Luo Feng.
“Very well.” Luo Feng praised.
It truly was very well.
Now, in terms of law comprehension alone, he had reached the ninth tier of the Heaven’s Ascension Bridge. Once Luo Feng fully unleashed his mental power amplification, reaching over 3,200, his combat strength would surge tenfold. If he were to challenge the Nine Heavens Heaven’s Ascension Bridge again, he could directly pass the tenth tier!
His law comprehension was at the ninth tier,
But his combat strength was already capable of passing the tenth tier!
“The inheritance of the Demon Sound Divine General truly benefits me endlessly,” Luo Feng inwardly praised. “However, my progress is too shocking. It’s not suitable for me to challenge the Heaven’s Ascension Bridge right now.” He could be happy about his progress, but there was no need to show off by challenging the Heaven’s Ascension Bridge. After all, there was no special benefit in doing so now.
There was no benefit in such an act, other than drawing more attention to himself, which Luo Feng had no intention of doing.
“Let’s go. We’re heading to the Secret Scripture Tower.” Luo Feng said.
“The Secret Scripture Tower contains trial editions of countless secret scriptures of the Gold Horn Clan. Many of these scriptures are unique and unconventional, taking unexpected paths. Even the human secret scripture repository may not have them,” Dylan smiled. “Your Highness must choose carefully.”
“Of course.” Luo Feng nodded with a smile.
Indeed.
In the Virtual Universe Company, cultivating a secret scripture required exchanging for massive points. A decent scripture might cost tens of thousands of points, while precious ones could cost millions or even tens of millions. Some incredibly expensive supreme scriptures were so costly that even Luo Feng’s teacher, Zhenyan, could only stare helplessly.
“I must choose an expensive secret scripture—selecting from the most expensive ones,” Luo Feng thought inwardly.
The more expensive, the higher its value—this was beyond doubt.
From among the expensive ones, he would then choose one suitable for himself.
…
Shortly afterward, Luo Feng and the others walked along the streets of the sacred land and arrived before the towering white tower. The Secret Scripture Tower was as tall as the Sacred Tablet Tower, but entirely white. The entire tower exuded a faint, calming aura, and as they approached, Luo Feng and the others felt an unprecedented tranquility.
Luo Feng and his group ascended the steps and entered the Secret Scripture Tower’s grand entrance, arriving at the first floor.
“The first floor is the reception level,” Elder Sifanqi explained beside him.
“Prince Luo Feng.” A sharp voice rang out. A tall, slender female Gold Horn clansman wearing pale-green armor approached, giving Luo Feng the impression of a beautiful wax statue. Due to the biological structure of the Gold Horn race, their skin was vastly different from that of humans.
The female Gold Horn clanswoman smiled slightly. “Prince Luo Feng, my name is Ses, and I am one of the receptionists of the Secret Scripture Tower. We have already received orders from the Elder God Palace. Your Highness may choose any trial edition of secret scripture within the Secret Scripture Tower. Once you select one, we will provide you with the complete version. I will personally guide and explain to help you save time in choosing, as the number of secret scriptures here is truly immense. The Secret Scripture Tower has a total of 999 floors, each containing millions of scriptures.”
“Then I’ll trouble you, Miss Ses.” Luo Feng said.
“Prince Luo Feng, we will wait here. There’s no rush. Take your time and choose carefully. This opportunity is rare,” Elder Sifanqi said.
“Alright.” Luo Feng nodded.
“Let’s go.” Luo Feng looked at the female Gold Horn clanswoman, Ses.
“I’ll lead the way.”
Ses walked beside Luo Feng, guiding him as they quickly ascended the stairs to the second floor.
Luo Feng inhaled sharply upon seeing the sight—the second floor was vast, nearly a hundred meters high. Rows of bookshelves were scattered throughout, each shelf holding countless books. Although the books were placed flat, the sheer size of the space meant the shelves were seventy to eighty meters tall, filled with an enormous number of scriptures.
There were definitely over a million secret scriptures on this second floor alone.
“Each floor has this many? And there are 999 floors?” Luo Feng inwardly marveled. “The number of secret scriptures in a single race is truly staggering.”
Luo Feng glanced around.
He noticed that next to each trial scripture was a price tag. Some secret scriptures were valued at 120 contribution points, others at 388 contribution points.
“Prince Luo Feng,” the female Gold Horn clanswoman, Ses, explained beside him. “The 999 floors of the Secret Scripture Tower are divided according to contribution points. The most expensive scripture on the first floor costs only 612 contribution points. The cheapest on the second floor starts at 612 contribution points. The higher the floor, the more expensive the scriptures!”
“How much do the scriptures on the 999th floor cost?” Luo Feng asked.
“The cheapest scripture on the 999th floor costs around 98 million contribution points, while the most expensive one costs approximately 160 million contribution points,” Ses replied. “Of course, Prince Luo Feng, you may freely choose any one at no cost.”
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