Luo Feng, Ronjun, and Wuka were sitting on the sofa, watching the screen where a new round of qualification battles in the Primordial Secret Realm was being broadcast.
“The qualification battles in the Primordial Secret Realm are almost halfway through. It won’t be long before ‘Moluo’ faces ‘Sima Yan,'” Wuka said, holding a wine glass with his legs crossed. “Whoever loses will have to participate in the contest for the final spot!”
“Hmm,” Luo Feng nodded, his eyes fixed on the screen.
Please, please let Moluo lose!
…
Inside Moluo’s grand estate in the Primordial Zone, on the vast grasslands, Moluo sat cross-legged in meditation. He enjoyed reflecting on each battle calmly.
“Never thought that Bolan would be so strong. He had only recently entered the seventh level of the Celestial Bridge, yet I was forced to sustain serious injuries to kill him,” Moluo had never imagined that two newcomers could trouble him. Back in the Primordial Secret Realm, warriors like Sakin Huolong and Ninan had cleared the seventh level of the Celestial Bridge long ago.
Moluo had defeated them effortlessly!
Yet defeating Bolan had cost him a leg. What did that mean? It meant their strengths were very close.
“His strength, even in the Primordial Secret Realm, would probably only be slightly inferior to Kurofu’s,” Moluo sighed inwardly. “A newcomer who has only cleared the seventh level of the Celestial Bridge two years ago is already this strong…”
He didn’t know the truth.
Bolan’s talent in Spatial Laws was extraordinary. Previously, he had been too proud and had focused on studying the ‘Chaotic Cosmic Tablets,’ aiming to master both space and time, which wasted a lot of time. Now that he had concentrated solely on Spatial Laws, his strength had surged dramatically.
“Bolan has been defeated and is no longer a threat… Now I must defeat Sima Yan,” Moluo frowned slightly.
There were three elders in the Primordial Secret Realm.
Feituo was clearly number one, having long surpassed the eighth level of the Celestial Bridge and holding a clear advantage.
As for Moluo and Sima Yan, their strengths were evenly matched.
“In the last qualification battle, I defeated Sima Yan. Later, in the contest, Sima Yan defeated Kurofu!” Moluo pondered. “Sima Yan is an illusionist, naturally countering Kurofu! But… I am a warrior, and so is Kurofu! That Kurofu has made astonishing progress in the past one or two centuries!”
“In the last qualification battle, it was very close. But back then, his strength should have been on par with mine.”
“But now… watching his battle video against Luo Feng, Kurofu’s strength has already surpassed mine.” Moluo frowned, clearly troubled.
The werewolf Kurofu!
His strength had surged mainly in the past one or two centuries. Previously, although strong, he was only on par with the alchemist Yufeng. Now, however, he had completely pulled far ahead… giving the impression that they were on completely different levels! Even Luo Feng had been directly crushed and defeated by the werewolf Kurofu!
Moluo had watched the videos and knew Kurofu had surpassed him.
“If I lose to Sima Yan and have to enter the contest, with six people competing for one spot, and Kurofu among them… I have little hope!” Moluo shook his head. “No matter what, I must stay in the Primordial Secret Realm!”
“What should I do?”
“What should I do?”
Moluo’s expression was complex. Although he was shocked by Luo Feng’s strength, at this moment, he was clearly more worried about the werewolf Kurofu!
“There’s only one way!”
“Defeat Sima Yan!”
“That way, I will rank in the top two!” Moluo took a deep breath. “Ranking in the top two means I won’t have to participate in the contest. Let Sima Yan fight against the werewolf Kurofu…”
“Against Sima Yan, I must win, I have to win!!!” Moluo vowed silently.
Just moments later—
The voice of the Virtual Universe System echoed in Moluo’s ears: “Moluo, the third battle of your qualification match in the Primordial Zone’s Cosmic-level competition is about to begin. Your opponent is ‘Sima Yan.'” At the same time, the screen on Moluo’s wrist-mounted device automatically displayed detailed information, and his entire body was instantly transported into the battlefield.
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The howling wind roared, and thick snowflakes fell randomly, while the ice layer was incredibly thick.
Two figures suddenly appeared on the ice.
“Moluo!” A furious shout rang out.
“Sima Yan!” Moluo smiled slightly and looked toward the distance, where a young man dressed in an elaborate black robe stood, riding a winged mental energy weapon. His purple hair stood straight up, with complex purple runes on his forehead, and his purple eyes seemed to possess a strange magical power.
This purple-haired youth was Sima Yan, an illusionist.
In the previous Genius Competition, the “Galesi” was also an illusionist, but clearly far inferior to Sima Yan.
“Moluo,” Sima Yan’s eyes were filled with coldness as he rode his winged weapon, looking down at Moluo. “You know the stakes in this qualification battle. Whoever loses will probably have to participate in the contest. And the werewolf Kurofu’s strength has clearly increased a lot compared to a hundred years ago. Although I can counter him, I can’t be too confident! As for you… you’ll probably lose for sure!”
Moluo’s expression darkened immediately.
Pressure.
Even these extraordinary geniuses who had entered the Primordial Secret Realm felt pressure, because one misstep could lead to elimination. Just like this time, Kurofu’s sudden power surge had put Sima Yan and Moluo in serious danger.
“I might lose to Kurofu, but I don’t need to fight him at all. Because… you will definitely lose!” Moluo roared, stomping hard on the icy ground.
With a thunderous boom, the thick ice layer shattered. Countless shards were crushed into the deep sea, while more ice fragments flew in all directions. Moluo himself was like a bolt of lightning, instantly rushing to Sima Yan’s side, his fist instantly turning into a flaming meteor.
Boom!
A punch, like a meteor crashing into Sima Yan, causing the surrounding world to instantly transform.
“Haha, your speed is too slow!” Sima Yan, riding his winged weapon dozens of kilometers away, laughed loudly. “Haven’t you realized that the figure standing there before was just my illusion?”
“Huh?” Moluo abruptly stopped his punch, landing on the ice and gazing at Sima Yan in the distance.
“I gave you a free move before, but now I won’t let you off so easily,” Sima Yan laughed, while his invisible mental energy once again penetrated Moluo’s soul world, with illusions already seeping into his words…
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This battle was being closely watched by tens of thousands of geniuses in the core layers of the Virtual Universe Company, including Luo Feng, Ronjun, and Wuka.
In front of the screen,
The three of them were intently watching.
“He’s really impressive. You two madmen, wild men, who do you think will win?” Wuka was very relaxed, Ronjun was smiling as he watched, while Luo Feng was carefully observing every frame, his mind seemingly like an intelligent computer, rapidly calculating and analyzing the battle, imagining how he would respond.
Without a doubt, he hoped Moluo would lose!
But watching the battle, although Sima Yan’s mental illusions were exquisitely refined, Moluo in combat was indeed like a wild beast, full of wildness. Although he was occasionally affected by the illusions, he quickly broke free and resumed chasing Sima Yan.
Sima Yan, on the other hand, tried to keep his distance, then used illusions. Once successful, he immediately combined his mental energy weapon, which resembled a ‘scimitar,’ to attack!
…
“Boom!”
The world instantly transformed into an endless sea of fire, and within the flames stood countless Sima Yans. At a glance, there were millions of Sima Yans everywhere.
“Moluo!” “Moluo!” “Moluo!” “Moluo!” “Moluo!” “Moluo!”… Millions of Sima Yans spoke in unison, while Moluo, surrounded in the center, slightly furrowed his brow, calmly looking around, seemingly trying to determine which of the millions of Sima Yans was real.
“This is a newly created illusion!”
“It’s called ‘Reflections of the Flame World.'”
“Die!”
To everyone’s surprise, Moluo closed his eyes, ignoring the surroundings, and focused intently.
“There you are!” Moluo suddenly dashed forward like lightning, his feet like two war blades, slicing through the air in a flash!
Puchi!
Moluo opened his eyes and saw Sima Yan ahead, with a terrifying wound from chest to thigh, blood gushing out, revealing internal organs.
“Hmph!” Moluo revealed a slight smile, but his smile quickly froze.
His head was directly split into two halves, and the body fell down.
Moluo, dead!
“It was an illusion, and the illusion was real!” Sima Yan, severely injured in the distance, stood on his winged weapon, pale-faced, smiling faintly at the corpse. “Did you really think closing your eyes would help?”
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Back in Moluo’s estate in the Primordial Zone,
“I actually lost. I actually lost,” Moluo sat in his meditation room, clenching his fists tightly, his nails digging into his palms, his eyes filled with unwillingness.
“I still fell for it in the end!”
“I thought I had broken through the environment and attacked his real body, but I didn’t expect… he sacrificed his body’s injury to set up another layer of environment. Reality within illusion, illusion within reality.” Moluo shook his head. Indeed, Sima Yan’s mental illusions combined with the ‘Law of Fire’ and ‘Spatial Laws’ had reached an unbelievable level.
“This is going to be a problem.”
Moluo frowned, “I have to participate in the contest! I, Bolan, Longyun, Kurofu, Yufeng, and Luo Feng… six of us will compete for the only spot in the Primordial Secret Realm. The other five who fail will all enter the Primordial Secret Realm.”
“Kurofu… I have no confidence at all.”
“Hmph, I didn’t expect Luo Feng to also make it into the top three of the Primordial Secret Realm.”
“Forget it. My biggest opponent is still Kurofu!”
Moluo stopped thinking further, quickly retrieved previous battle videos of Kurofu, and began to analyze them seriously.
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In the Primordial Zone, inside Wuka’s estate.
Luo Feng and the other two were sitting on the sofa, watching the screen replaying Moluo and Sima Yan’s battle.
“Mental illusions and real illusions are completely mixed, reality within illusion, illusion within reality,” Ronjun praised. “I’ve heard that the highest realm of illusionists is to make people take the illusions as reality, living their entire lives within them.”
Luo Feng nodded, his eyes revealing a hint of delight.
Perfect!
Everything had settled. The candidates for the contest were already determined. In the Primordial Secret Realm, besides Bolan and Longyun, the third person… was Moluo!
“Fate has given me a chance. Moluo, this time I’ll step on you first. Next time, I’ll deal with you in reality.” Luo Feng narrowed his eyes.
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