“Haha, since such an opportunity presents itself, of course I must take the time to visit properly,” Luo Feng laughed heartily. “Besides, even though I’ve used the Yanshen weapon for so long, I’ve never really paid attention to who originally created it. I hold great admiration for Elder Xiluo.”
The elders Ci Fanqi, the seven Marquis-level immortal beings, and Kashna all broke into smiles upon hearing Luo Feng’s words.
Xiluo was the most revered existence within the entire Golden-Horned race.
…
The banquet ended.
“Elder Ci Fanqi, please allow me to make some arrangements first, and then we can depart together,” Luo Feng stood up and said.
“Haha, we’re in no hurry. Your Highness, you attend to your matters first,” Elder Ci Fanqi smiled.
Luo Feng nodded and, turning around, led the group of humans away first.
Walking down the corridor.
“Ninth Army Commander,” Luo Feng said while walking, “this mission has been nearly completed, with only the task of hunting down the twelve remaining fugitives left. Therefore, I’d like to trouble you, Ninth Army Commander, to arrange for some cosmic warriors to cooperate with the intelligence department later, continuing the pursuit of those twelve. I hope we can successfully eliminate them within the one-year deadline.”
“Of course,” the tall and thin Ninth Army Commander nodded. “If there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave and return to the army now.”
“Alright.”
Luo Feng smiled. “This time, thank you, Ninth Army Commander, for leading your forces to support us wholeheartedly.”
“It was my duty, though two of my thirty armies suffered heavy losses,” the Ninth Army Commander sighed. “Fortunately, only two immortal beings perished; the foundation remains intact, otherwise I would be in serious trouble.” Within the cosmic army, the immortal beings were the most crucial, while the lives of the countless cosmic-level warriors were practically worthless.
On the battlefield, cosmic-level warriors were mere cannon fodder.
This was understandable… because even if they survived the battlefield, cosmic-level warriors generally had a lifespan of only about 100,000 years. Only eternal immortal beings could accumulate over time, allowing a race to amass more and more immortals. However, the path to immortality was extremely arduous.
Becoming immortal was just too difficult!
This time, only two immortal beings had perished. If more than ten had died, the Ninth Army Commander would likely have lost his position immediately.
…
Watching the Ninth Army Commander leave, Luo Feng turned to Dylan. “Dylan, I’ll need you to accompany me to the homeland of the Golden-Horned race.”
“Haha, Your Highness, I’ve never been to such a place before,” Dylan’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “A race, completely different from the human race! A race that has survived for countless years in the universe… such a race must have its own unique civilization and traditions. It’s definitely something to look forward to. Also, I’ve heard of the name Xiluo. He is a truly legendary and awe-inspiring existence in the universe.”
Luo Feng nodded.
Of course.
There were countless races in the universe, and the psychic weapons they created were also innumerable. Ultimately, the humans selected them and naturally referred to them as the Nine Divine Weapons. Obviously, each of these weapons was of profound craftsmanship… something no ordinary person could create. At the very least, each of these Nine Divine Weapons had immense power and could be used by many individuals.
Of course… the most suitable psychic weapon was undoubtedly one custom-crafted for oneself.
Only a weapon personally crafted for you would be the most suitable.
…
Luo Feng arranged the minor matters, recalled the Mosha Clan clone back into his inner world, left the Origin Core with the Earthling main body, and then, accompanied by Dylan, his five Domain Lord guards, and the Golden-Horned race’s Tawen clan, boarded the Yimo Starship to head for the homeland of the Golden-Horned race.
…
Within the Dark Universe,
The Yimo Starship was steadily advancing at a constant speed of fifty times the speed of light.
“I never expected your homeland to be right within the territory of the Qianwu Cosmic Nation,” Luo Feng exclaimed in astonishment. Elder Ci Fanqi, sitting opposite him, was sipping a specially made beverage and said, “Among the universe’s peak races, humans have many other races that are subservient to them for survival. Naturally, for safety, these races reside within human territory. Simply designate a region within one of the cosmic secret realms in human territory, construct a vast continent, and that becomes their place of survival.”
Luo Feng nodded.
According to Elder Ci Fanqi’s earlier explanation, the Golden-Horned race’s residence was located in a rather dangerous cosmic secret realm on the edge of the Qianwu Cosmic Nation’s territory.
“Living in a cosmic secret realm, hmm,” Luo Feng muttered. “I wonder how many subservient races there are.”
“A secret,” Elder Ci Fanqi chuckled. “There are definitely many races subservient to humans. As for the exact number… probably only some of the highest human existences would know. During actual warfare, these subservient races are also valuable weapons.”
Luo Feng nodded.
Weapons?
Humans likely treated many of these subservient races as cannon fodder, assigning them the difficult, exhausting, and dangerous tasks! For example, the missions to eliminate Yaohai and Jeffris… behind Yaohai and Jeffris were hidden powerful races comparable to humans—the Zerg race. Their involvement might even trigger a partial invasion by the Zerg.
Therefore, to be cautious, they directly deployed the Golden-Horned race.
“They do the hard, exhausting, and dangerous work. Am I not also doing the same?” Luo Feng sighed inwardly. No matter how much of a prodigy one was, one still had to endure various dangerous trials. This was the tradition of the Virtual Universe Company, unchanged for countless years, regardless of the individual.
…
The journey from Hongchen Star to the homeland of the Golden-Horned race, located on the edge of the Qianwu Cosmic Nation’s territory, was extremely long—no less than 120 million light-years.
Even aboard the Yimo Starship, traveling at fifty times the speed of light through the Dark Universe, it would take nearly three months.
…
One month later.
Inside the main rest cabin of the Yimo Starship, Luo Feng sat cross-legged, his consciousness connected to the Virtual Universe network, entering his villa in the Primordial Zone of Yuxiang Mountain.
“Envoy, of the twelve fleeing targets, seven have now been eliminated. Only five remain at large,” the Ninth Army Commander reported through the screen.
“Still five left?”
Luo Feng’s expression darkened. “A month has passed, more than a month since the incident! At that time, these twelve individuals fled from the same planet, making pursuit easiest then… Once they escape for a month without being captured, it will become increasingly difficult to catch them in the future.”
“I understand,” the Ninth Army Commander reported. “However, Envoy… the intelligence department is an extremely powerful division of the Virtual Universe Company, with numerous tasks and responsibilities. At best, they can only slightly assist in monitoring the twelve targets based on their surveillance of many inhabited planets, and dispatching a few investigators is already quite sufficient. They certainly cannot go chasing after every clue or investigate every barren mineral planet.”
Luo Feng nodded.
“I can only do my best,” the Ninth Army Commander said. “There’s still a long time before the mission deadline. We can only hope that the remaining five cannot endure isolation and return to human-inhabited planets. At that point, the intelligence department’s surveillance system will quickly detect them.”
“That’s all we can hope for,” Luo Feng sighed.
This mission, all other subtasks had been completed excellently.
Only the complete elimination of the 120 million targets had encountered some setbacks. As a result, the mission completion rate would likely only be around 85%.
“It all comes down to luck,” Luo Feng muttered no more, withdrew his consciousness from the Virtual Universe network, and began silently cultivating.
…
Time passed.
Before long, the three months of space travel had already elapsed.
“Luofeng, we’ve arrived at the destination. We’ll be entering the cosmic realm in one minute.” The crisp voice of Babata, as mischievous as a naughty child, echoed in the rest room.
Luofeng, who was sitting cross-legged in meditation, opened his eyes directly.
“It’s still not done!” Luofeng muttered and cursed.
Ever since receiving the mission, his inner world had already grown to the peak of Domain Lord, ninth stage. At this level, he could break through at any moment! However… breaking through at the peak level also had its uncertainties. Some might break through quickly after reaching the peak, while others might take years or even decades.
“World Lord Level!”
“Once I cross into the World Lord level, I can cultivate the ‘Ten Thousand Hearts Soul Control Secret Art’. Once I master it, I can truly control the Zerg hive.”
“Once I cross into the World Lord level, my consciousness can directly enter the cosmic origin, and my speed of comprehending the laws will surge.”
“Once I cross into the World Lord level, I will have the opportunity to cultivate a third clone.”
“Once I cross into the World Lord level, my inner world will also undergo a fundamental transformation, and my special abilities will manifest.”
Luofeng was anxious.
How could he not be anxious? As the mark of reaching the peak of an adult Gold-Horned Giant Beast—the World Lord level—only upon reaching it could he truly be considered a fully grown Gold-Horned Giant Beast.
But now, standing at this threshold, it seemed as if he could break through at any moment, yet he hadn’t managed to do so, leaving Luofeng helpless.
“You can’t rush it,” Luofeng suddenly stood up. “Stepping into the World Lord level is like a fish leaping through the dragon gate; it will bring fundamental transformations in many aspects. Whether it’s controlling a Zerg hive or creating a third clone, it will have an immensely important impact on my future development.”
The Zerg race was a peak race; controlling a Zerg hive would be no less powerful than having a formidable clone.
And the final clone opportunity was even more valuable in Luofeng’s eyes.
Having experienced the benefits of clones, Luofeng clearly understood that if these three clone opportunities were not used well, they would be wasted. But if used wisely… he could become an incredibly powerful figure.
…
“Whoosh!”
The metal door slid open.
Luofeng continued to walk outward, each door automatically opening for him. Soon, Luofeng arrived at the control room.
Inside the control room, a group of people had already gathered.
“Your Highness, the spaceship has just completed the cosmic transition,” Elder Ci Fanqi smiled and pointed into the distance beyond the viewports. “Look, that’s the homeland of my Golden-Horned race.”
Luofeng looked up.
Beyond the spaceship’s windows, in the infinite void, lay an immense continent. The scale of this land was so vast that even from the Yimo Starship, Luofeng could not see its end.
“Countless eons ago, our entire Golden-Horned race migrated here. At that time, countless Domain Lords within our race used their world-creating abilities to manufacture vast worlds. With the combined efforts of the Domain Lords from the ten-thousand tribes, they could instantly create continents millions of kilometers across. Additionally, numerous immortal beings cultivated vast lands within their own divine realms, which were then directly transferred into the cosmos, merging all these lands together. The elders then shattered the surrounding stars and cosmic dust, ensuring the surrounding vast emptiness was free of any obstacles,” Elder Ci Fanqi’s eyes gleamed with a strange light. “Thus, we created this immense world where our race has thrived for eons upon eons—the Lasao!”
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