Time flows ever onward. Even a supreme being who wields absolute dominion over the fundamental laws of time might momentarily “freeze the river of time” or even “turn back its tides,” yet the universe itself possesses an intrinsic will to self-correct and restore equilibrium. No matter how omnipotent a being may become, none can forcibly warp the grand celestial machinery of the cosmos.
The Reincarnation Battle was broadcast like a television series, continuously playing.
After all, with more than nine thousand participants, it was inevitable that some unexpected situations arose, slightly prolonging the battle by a few days.
March 2nd, 2069, according to the Huaxia calendar—the final day of the Reincarnation Battle.
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Within an elegant living room of a tall building on a floating island in the Qianwu Continent of the Virtual Universe.
An old man dressed in plain white robes stood slightly bowed in respect, saying, “Marquis of the Blade’s Edge.” Beside him stood a compact, powerful man clad in golden battle armor. His face was covered in golden scales, and on his forehead was a slightly curved golden horn, like a crescent blade. The entire figure exuded the aura of a golden war-blade cleaving through creation itself!
Even within the Virtual Universe, the pressure of his consciousness alone was enough to shatter the consciousness of a cosmic-level being. If Luo Feng saw this man, he would surely exclaim, “He looks so much like Baikal, just with golden scales instead of blue.”
“This is the one you mentioned—Luo Feng?” the golden-armored man asked, glancing at the screen.
On the screen, a battle was about to unfold.
“Yes. Today is the final day of the Reincarnation Battle, and this match should be the most exciting of them all,” the old man in white robes replied with a smile.
“Oh? You brought me here to see him… you mean this young fellow has the potential to break into the top 1000 in the overall cosmic rankings?” the golden-armored man questioned.
“Marquis of the Blade’s Edge, just watch,” the old man said.
On the screen, Luo Feng, clad in dark gray battle armor and carrying a dark golden long staff on his back, clashed instantly with a short youth wielding two battle blades.
“Boom!” The short youth dashed forward like lightning, instantly reaching Luo Feng’s front. However, with a “whoosh,” the cold-faced Luo Feng, riding the Dark Cloud Shuttle, was surrounded by golden currents and vanished in a flash of golden light, easily evading the strike.
“Go!”
Boom!
A golden phantom sword appeared midair, accelerating rapidly through the golden currents and striking the short youth. The youth roared, unleashing green energy, and swung his twin blades like a tidal wave to meet the golden sword’s arc.
“Chi!” At the moment of impact, the golden sword arc executed an almost perfect S-shaped trajectory, grazing the edge of the opponent’s blades and slicing off his head.
Luo Feng—victorious!
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In the living room.
“Well?” the old man in white robes smiled.
“Hmm, impressive. Very impressive,” the golden-armored man nodded. “This kid has grasped the essence of a Mentalist Master. He rides the fifth-tier mental weapon, the Dark Cloud Shuttle, with such ease and precision. His evasive burst was quick and effortless.”
“That weapon, the Yanshen, infused with his comprehension of the Gold Elemental Dao, is supremely yang and powerful. Normally, it can barely change direction, but he made it execute a complex S-shaped trajectory in a short distance. His first technique, the Phantom Sword Style, has reached mastery!”
“His fundamentals are solid,” the golden-armored man nodded again, then frowned. “However, based on my estimation, his current strength can only place him between 3000th and 5000th in the overall cosmic rankings.”
With 1008 cosmic nations and a million elite geniuses gathered, breaking into the top 1000 was extremely difficult.
“Haha… Watch this,” the white-robed old man pointed at the screen, quickly pulling up a past battle between Luo Feng and Ronjun.
“Ronjun? I’ve heard of him. They say he’s the finest of your Qianwu Cosmic Nation,” the golden-armored man said, watching until the end before murmuring, “Ronjun is strong, but he has no chance at first place. Perhaps top ten in the overall rankings.”
“No chance at all?” the white-robed old man was astonished.
“That’s right,” the golden-armored man sighed. “This year has a super-genius who surpasses previous champions. His comprehension of spatial laws exceeds that of most Realm Lords.”
“Oh?” the white-robed old man was stunned.
“As for Luo Feng, I understand why you showed me that video,” the golden-armored man mused. “I’m genuinely surprised. Back when he fought Ronjun, his flight and dodging were clearly labored, his control rough, relying purely on mental force to adjust direction. But in today’s Reincarnation Battle live feed, he controls the Dark Cloud Shuttle flawlessly. His mastery of Yanshen has also improved remarkably! His Dao comprehension must have significantly increased.”
“By the way, how long does the Reincarnation Battle last in your Qianwu Cosmic Nation’s internal selection?” the golden-armored man asked.
“Less than three years,” the white-robed old man replied.
“Less than three years?” the golden-armored man couldn’t help but exclaim. “Could Luo Feng have hidden his strength when he fought Ronjun?”
“No,” the white-robed old man said. “Luo Feng’s 9374 Reincarnation Battles show clear, visible progress. Before the Reincarnation Battle, he was barely top ten in our Qianwu Cosmic Nation, but now, in less than three years, only Ronjun might still surpass him. Many immortals in our Qianwu Secret Realm are watching him closely. His rate of progress is astonishing.”
“Moreover, in the Reincarnation Battle, his opponents weren’t strong enough to force him to unleash his full power. I even suspect his actual strength might be greater than what he’s shown!” the white-robed old man added. “And since the Grand Final is still some time away, he still has room to grow.”
“Hmm.”
The golden-armored man grinned. “If he keeps improving, maybe he has a chance to break into the top 1000 during the Grand Final among the 1008 cosmic nations. Still, it won’t be easy.”
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As the two immortals of the Qianwu Secret Realm and the Virtual Universe Company discussed Luo Feng, Luo Feng himself arrived at the preparation hall of Arena 00001.
In the preparation hall.
“He’s Luo Feng!”
“How did Luo Feng progress so fast?”
“The instructors in the Secret Realm say Luo Feng is now ranked second among our cosmic nation’s geniuses.”
When the young man with short black hair and clad in dark gray battle armor appeared in the preparation hall, murmurs instantly spread. Over the past three years of the Reincarnation Battle, Luo Feng’s astonishing rate of progress had drawn the attention of many powerful beings.
“Madman!” a deep, powerful voice rang out.
Luo Feng turned to see a wildman as tall as a building—Ronjun—with his messy hair and bare, massive feet.
“Wildman!” Luo Feng called back.
“Hahahaha…” The wild youth laughed heartily, and a faint smile appeared on Luo Feng’s face. They had always addressed each other by name before, but now using nicknames was just playful banter.
“Luo Feng, your progress is incredible. You haven’t let up at all these three years,” the wild youth admired.
Even the most gifted genius could only rely on talent; without effort, they would still be eliminated. Luo Feng’s progress meant he must have trained relentlessly behind the scenes.
“I can’t afford to slack off,” Luo Feng shook his head. “With you ahead of me, how could I dare to relax?”
“Everyone! Enter the arena!”
The organizers of the Virtual Universe Company called out, and instantly a thousand genius warriors followed the passage into the arena.
Today, there were no spectators in the arena.
A thousand peerless geniuses from various star systems of the Qianwu Cosmic Nation stood there, staring at a giant before them! The giant, over eight meters tall, dwarfed even the wildman Ronjun beside him. Clad in scaled battle armor and a helmet, he exuded a bloodthirsty aura. His eyes… like those of a grim reaper, looming over the gathered geniuses.
They held their breath.
A thousand geniuses had sweat beading on their brows.
“Even in the Virtual Universe, his consciousness alone is this terrifying?” Luo Feng couldn’t help but feel tense, cold sweat naturally forming on his forehead. Under such pressure, sweating was an automatic bodily reaction.
“Congratulations!”
A cold voice echoed through the arena. “You thousand are the finest selected from our Qianwu Cosmic Nation. You all have the qualifications to represent our nation and compete against the geniuses of other cosmic nations! However… this Grand Final will be far more difficult than any battle you’ve faced before!”
“Among the 1008 cosmic nations, some are even vaster than our Qianwu Cosmic Nation, with far more star systems!”
“Due to differing conditions in each cosmic nation, the internal selections vary in timing.”
“Therefore!”
“The Grand Final of all human geniuses across the universe will officially begin in a year and a half. That time is your opportunity to improve yourselves!”
…
Luo Feng returned to his residence in the Nine-Star Bay neighborhood of Black Dragon Mountain Island.
“It’s over!”
“The Reincarnation Battle is over,” Luo Feng mused.
“The Reincarnation Battle is over, but your training is far from finished,” the small demon on his shoulder, the size of a fist, shouted. “Luo Feng, your Yanshen can currently only conjure five golden phantom swords under extreme effort, and even that is barely manageable. In contrast, conjuring three golden phantom swords yields the greatest power!”
It’s like a man barely swinging a 100-pound sword, but wielding a 30-pound sword delivers the strongest attack.
Controlling five golden phantom swords makes each one clumsy.
“I understand,” Luo Feng nodded, then smiled.
Reflecting on the past three years, indeed, his progress had astonished many.
In fact, when he first joined the “preliminary selection,” the Gold Horned Beast had only reached the cosmic level two years ago. That is, the “Five Domains” and “entering the Gold Elemental Dao” were achievements between 2064 and 2066. Now, three more years had passed—his achievements were not surprising.
“My second clone is nearly complete,” Luo Feng looked forward to it, anticipating the birth of his second clone—the Mosha Clan clone.
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