Luo Feng soared above Mist-Sand Island in his spaceship. The recent confrontation, where an immortal warrior of the Qiu She Clan chose self-destruction rather than surrender, had unexpectedly awakened him. Even defeating a peak-ranked immortal general was no simple task. His combat strength wasn’t quite as formidable as he had imagined.
“Training—rigorous training. I’ll begin here on Mist-Sand Island. Once I become the supreme overlord here, I’ll head to the main continent,” Luo Feng decided.
“Barbara, that mountain range there.”
Zoo!
Luo Feng retracted his spaceship and dove swiftly and silently into the mountain range. Deep within its interior lay an enormous cave, seemingly abandoned for ages. It was likely once a base for some major force in ancient times.
“From today on, this will be my lair,” Luo Feng declared, extending his hand. “Star-Eater, fill the entire cave—except for the hall I stand in!”
The golden Star-Eater Grass landed inside the cavern and, following Luo Feng’s mental command, began to grow wildly. Remember, an immortal-grade Star-Eater Grass could grow to the size of a sun—filling this cave was effortless. Countless vines and leaves spread out, turning the cavern into a sea of grass.
Layer upon layer of protection!
The detection equipment could monitor a radius of one billion kilometers and perform high-intensity scans within ten thousand kilometers. Luo Feng had invested in top-tier gear, capable of maintaining both long-range and short-range surveillance simultaneously, with the latter being far more precise.
In addition to the equipment, there was the Star-Eater Grass.
“At least during my cultivation, I don’t want to be ambushed. Detection devices are just devices—they can fail. The protection of the Star-Eater Grass is far more reliable,” Luo Feng thought as he began arranging the main hall, which would now be his permanent residence.
…
His training journey had begun. Based on survival guides from the Virtual Universe and his own experiences, Luo Feng established a rhythm of life and death training on the battlefield.
He would go on a hunting expedition, return, reflect, and cultivate—sometimes for ten days or half a month, sometimes for three to five months.
…
It was well known that most immortal deities operated in pairs or even trios.
But Luo Feng fought alone.
Relying solely on the Beast God Weapon was exhausting. Sometimes he was even overwhelmed and forced to switch to close combat with his blade.
Using the Beast God Weapon, his strength was barely equivalent to a low-level Marquis-ranked immortal. His foundation was weak—his mental energy was only at the peak of a Sovereign World’s power. Moreover, unlike true immortals, he didn’t possess an undying body. He was only slightly stronger than a peak-ranked immortal general.
But when he wielded his war-blade in close combat, his strength rivaled that of a high-level Marquis-ranked immortal. His armor-enhanced body could unleash a force a thousand times greater than a Sovereign’s, giving him a strong base. Combined with his nearly King-ranked “Beast God Intent” in swordsmanship, his combat power was indeed at the level of a high-level Marquis.
When Luo Feng engaged in blade combat, the alien elites, sensing danger, would scatter immediately. Even with the Star-Eater Grass, he could usually only catch and kill one opponent at a time.
…
Time passed. On the battlefield, surviving for thousands or even tens of thousands of years was no easy feat. A hundred years had already passed since Luo Feng arrived on Mist-Sand Island.
A hundred years…
He had gone on hundreds of hunting expeditions. In the beginning, he often relied on the Star-Eater Grass to assist in killing his opponents, slaying many alien immortals. But gradually, his reputation spread. The alien immortals on Mist-Sand Island exchanged information and learned of the existence of a “Sovereign human with an immortal-grade Star-Eater Grass.”
“Damn human, relying on Star-Eater Grass!”
“He actually possesses an immortal plant life!”
“Despicable!”
“Even my elder brother, a Marquis-ranked immortal, doesn’t have an immortal plant companion. None of the other eleven alien Marquis-ranked immortals have such a plant either! That plant is a nightmare—countless vines that entangle and devour you. Once caught, there’s no escape, even worse than facing a Marquis-ranked immortal!”
Before, the alien immortals on Mist-Sand Island operated in pairs or trios.
But as the fame of the “Star-Eater Sovereign” spread, he was soon recognized alongside twelve other known Marquis-ranked immortals as one of the thirteen terrifying figures on the island.
Thus—
The alien immortals began to unite. Two teams merged into one, forming groups of four or five immortals, sometimes six or seven. This way, even if they encountered Luo Feng, they could overpower him. If Luo Feng deployed his Star-Eater Grass or his war-blade, they would willingly sacrifice 5% of their immortal bodies to self-destruct, momentarily halting the grass and shattering the world projections, then flee at near-light speed.
This led to a significant drop in Luo Feng’s kills.
At the time, Luo Feng had sighed, “No immortal is a fool. Before, there were no immortal plant companions on Mist-Sand Island, so they operated in small groups. Now that I’m here, they immediately form groups of four or five, even six or seven. And when things go bad, they willingly sacrifice 5% of their immortal bodies to escape at near-light speed. I can’t even catch up to them anymore. Killing a single immortal has become extremely difficult.”
“But it’s fine—I’m here to train myself. Accumulating battle merits is secondary. The more immortals there are, the better my training becomes.”
Each battle was a life-or-death struggle. The aliens, fearing death, fought with all their might, giving Luo Feng invaluable combat experience.
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Of course, during these hundred years, Luo Feng wasn’t without danger.
He had faced danger three times.
Twice, while chasing fleeing immortals, he was ambushed. Though his detectors had picked up the trap in advance, Luo Feng still charged in deliberately, seeking to test and train himself.
These desperate, all-out battles brought him significant progress. Though dangerous, both times, his Earth-born body survived.
The third time, however, was the most perilous in a hundred years.
On that occasion…
Luo Feng targeted a team of alien immortals. Only four of them—Luo Feng didn’t think much of it and stealthily approached, then launched a sudden attack, shattering their bio-ship and initiating battle immediately. The ship’s many Sovereigns, Domain Lords, and Cosmic-level warriors scattered in panic.
Luo Feng fought the four immortals in a brutal, bloody clash.
Just then!
One fleeing alien Sovereign was suddenly joined by a massive Zerg Hive. Around it appeared a swarm of peak Sovereign-level Zerg warriors—300,000 of them. A single combined attack was enough to obliterate Luo Feng’s Earth-born body before he could even react. He abandoned the use of the Star-Eater Grass to avoid losing it.
At that moment, Luo Feng did only one thing—
He raised the golden shield, a two-meter-tall, one-meter-wide Beast God Weapon shield, and shielded himself.
Boom!
The combined strike of 300,000 peak Sovereign Zerg warriors slammed into the shield. Though the shield, a standard weapon of the Cosmic Sovereigns, wasn’t destroyed, it was instantly blasted far away. The shockwave shattered Luo Feng’s body behind the armor, despite the armor absorbing 99% of the impact.
His physique, merely thrice as robust as a Sovereign’s, was completely annihilated. Even the Origin Pearl within him—a coalescence of worldly energies, not the primordial core—was utterly shattered.
The Earth-born body was dead.
At the moment of death,
The Mosha Clone immediately transformed into the appearance of the Earth-born body. The shattered remains, broken armor, and everything else were instantly absorbed into the World Ring. Holding the World Ring and the shield, the clone was blasted away but used the momentum to flee rapidly.
Zoo! Zoo!
He quickly boarded the Yunkexing spaceship and escaped.
While fleeing and observing through his detectors, Luo Feng learned that the alien immortals and countless warriors were actually attendants of a Zerg Hive Queen, who had been hiding inside the “World Within a World” of a Sovereign servant. The Hive Queen was the true leader of the group, merely concealed until now.
The Hive Queen was shocked. A combined strike from 300,000 peak Sovereign warriors should have seriously wounded even a low-level King-ranked immortal. Yet the human survived.
“He’s still alive? Flee immediately!” the Hive Queen ordered in panic.
“Flee,” Luo Feng thought as well.
Fighting the Hive Queen head-on, even if he could win, would come at a great cost.
…
Other than that encounter with the Hive Queen, the other situations were relatively manageable.
In truth, on the battlefield, immortals would adjust their tactics accordingly. If the danger was high, multiple teams would unite. In low-risk zones like the asteroid belts, a single immortal could operate alone. Overall, Luo Feng’s risk of encountering danger was within normal range.
Surviving a major catastrophe once every hundred years was already difficult enough for someone aiming to live tens of thousands of years.
…
In another hidden part of the mountain range where Luo Feng’s lair was located,
Three figures with human bodies and beast heads sat on alloy chairs. Their forms were clearly “Yao Clan puppet bodies.”
“Bu Chia Ya is dead.”
“Killed by the Star-Eater Sovereign.”
“Why are we so unlucky? In the past sixty years, we’ve encountered the Star-Eater Sovereign three times already. That’s just terrible luck. This time, we barely survived the first two encounters. But the third time, we lost Bu Chia Ya. The Star-Eater Sovereign is advancing too fast. The third time was much stronger than the first two.”
“He’s improving too quickly. If we face him again, we might…” The three immortal Yao Clan warriors fell silent. The atmosphere in the hall was heavy. Mist-Sand Island had thirteen terrifying figures.
Twelve Marquis-ranked immortals and the Star-Eater Sovereign!
It was said—better to face a Marquis-ranked immortal than the Star-Eater Sovereign!
Yet they had encountered the Star-Eater Sovereign three times in just sixty years… truly unlucky.
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In another hidden part of the same mountain range—Luo Feng’s secret cultivation base.
“Haha! After 1,200 years of cultivation in Chaos City, prolonged meditation made actual life-and-death combat even more effective,” Luo Feng stepped out of the hall, stretched, and smiled as he patted a vine of the Star-Eater Grass reaching toward him. “Immortal Yao Clan, your lair is only 120 million kilometers from mine. You’re always under my surveillance. Three times in sixty years—I’ve been quite merciful.”
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