At the end of the eighth level of the Heaven-Soaring Bridge:
Luo Feng gazed ahead at the floating meteorite. “Although the Heaven-Soaring Bridge has a checkpoint every three levels, as one advances further, it becomes increasingly difficult. Especially levels nineteen, twenty, and twenty-one—passing the twenty-first level means reaching the realm of Venerables and Eternal Sovereigns of the Cosmic Nation. The challenge from the twentieth to the twenty-first level is especially formidable.”
The difficulty from the seventh to the eighth level might not be as great as from the sixth to the seventh, but it was certainly far greater than the challenge from the fifth to the sixth level!
…
“You’ve reached the eighth level at the Cosmic Ninth Stage—it’s impressive. You’re truly exceptional. Among the Cosmic-level members of the Virtual Cosmos Corporation, only one has successfully passed the eighth level.” The blue-robed figure stood atop the Dark Cloud Shuttle, his masked eyes gleaming with a trace of amusement. “Now, witness my attack.”
Boom!
The golden long staff behind the blue-robed figure instantly emitted countless golden rays. At the same time, Luo Feng deployed the Yanshen Art. Countless golden tiny swords shot in all directions, instantly resonating with the fundamental laws of space and metal. The sky and earth changed color, and in an instant, both combatants were surrounded by a vast sword-qi space.
Still at the sixth layer—the self-contained world!
“Boom!” The blue-robed figure manipulated his sword world, fiercely pressing and crashing forward. Immediately, the space trembled as if the heavens were collapsing. The sword world actually began to collapse directly, while the blue-robed figure’s sword world rapidly expanded.
“Not good!” Luo Feng’s expression changed.
Swoosh!
He transformed into a streak of light, holding the Blood Shadow War Blade, rushing toward the blue-robed figure.
“Chi!” Suddenly, a faint golden sword-qi formed out of nowhere before Luo Feng’s eyes, piercing straight through his head.
Luo Feng perished—his attempt at the eighth level failed!
…
“I actually lost that easily,” Luo Feng sat at his desk, still somewhat shocked. “According to the information I’ve read, this should be the so-called ‘omnipresence’ realm of the ‘Sword World.'”
The sixth layer of the Yanshen Art—”Sword World”—was an extremely terrifying technique.
It was similar to the first layer—”Illusory Sword Style”—where one illusionary sword, two illusionary swords, up to nine illusionary swords could be formed.
The Sword World also had varying levels of mastery.
Currently, Luo Feng had only just begun to grasp it, able to condense a single strand of sword-qi, and only within close proximity to his body. Because the further the distance, the weaker his control. He couldn’t freely condense sword-qi at will. However, his opponent at the eighth level could easily accomplish this.
In an instant, the opponent condensed a strand of sword-qi right before Luo Feng’s eyes, instantly killing him!
This required reaching the level of mastery over the Sword World where sword-qi could be omnipresent at will!
“I lost without any complaints. With sword-qi omnipresent, I couldn’t even defend myself,” Luo Feng said. Although he had successfully passed the seventh level, he felt no pride, continuing instead to immerse himself in further cultivation and study.
…
In the Heaven-Soaring Bridge dimension of the Virtual Cosmos:
The warden Bafen’s eyes widened in shock as he muttered, “Among the countless races of the cosmos, I’ve seen many geniuses. But this Luo Feng… he’s actually surpassed Bolan! Bolan’s talent was astonishing back then. This is getting interesting—very interesting.”
Subsequently, Bafen sent the news of Luo Feng passing the seventh level of the Heaven-Soaring Bridge to everyone he had connections with, including all the Cosmic-level members of the Primordial and Tai Chu Regions.
…
In the Yuxiang Mountains, the Primordial Region, at Longyun’s training ground.
An endless training field stretched out.
Longyun knelt on the ground, pounding his fists into the alloy floor again and again.
Boom! Boom! Boom! The ground trembled, but Longyun, with a grim expression, continued punching the alloy floor, leaving craters with each strike.
“I said I would return proudly to the Lanting Cosmic Nation.”
“I said I would become a supreme powerhouse in the cosmos.”
“I said I would keep progressing and remain within the Primordial Secret Realm.” Longyun gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot. “Why? Why was Luo Feng not that much stronger than me back then? But now I’ve only passed the fifth level, while he has already passed the seventh?”
“I can’t accept this!”
“I refuse to accept this!” Longyun clenched his teeth.
“Calm down, I must calm down,” Longyun closed his eyes, murmuring softly. “Yes, one step at a time. I cannot let Luo Feng affect my mindset. A disturbed heart leads only to failure. I must remain calm, calm.”
Longyun was a very low-key individual—no one ever truly dared to underestimate him.
He was silent.
He moved alone. His talent might have ranked around twentieth or thirtieth among the geniuses of Luo Feng’s cohort during the Genius Competition, but his rate of progress was no slower than Wuka’s.
…
In the same Primordial Region, within Bolan’s estate.
Bolan held a blood-red sword, idly swinging it in thought. Suddenly, he furrowed his brows, lightly tapping the air before him, bringing up a screen. He opened an email.
“Luofeng has successfully passed the seventh level of the Heaven-Soaring Bridge.” Bolan murmured aloud, then froze completely.
Pah!
The blood-red sword in his hand fell to the ground with a loud clang, startling him back to awareness.
“He passed? He’s surpassed me?” Bolan didn’t even bother retrieving the sword from the ground. Instead, he silently walked toward his residence, entered the meditation chamber, and sat cross-legged alone, his eyes fixed on a framed photograph within the chamber—a picture of an old man teaching a young boy sword techniques.
He sat silently…
Not uttering a word.
…
In the Tai Chu Region, there was a very lively place—the Combat Arena!
The Combat Arena was a public battleground within the Tai Chu Region where many geniuses often fought each other. Sometimes, they even placed bets on the outcomes, though usually only the combatants themselves placed wagers… after all, death within the Virtual Cosmos was not real, so others were reluctant to bet.
“Prince, I suggest you give up.”
“Prince Wuka, you’ve already lost eight matches today.”
“Keep fighting, and you’ll still lose.”
A group of Cosmic-level members from the Tai Chu Region, watching from the arena’s edge, teased with laughter.
Inside the arena:
Wuka crouched in a corner, his head covered in blood, panting heavily as he lay there.
“Shut up, all of you!!!” Wuka suddenly roared, springing to his feet from his crouched position. Blood dripped from his face as he glared fiercely at the crowd below. “I’m not dead yet!”
He then fixed his gaze on a young man standing in the distance, whose face bore silver-white scales. The scaled-faced youth sneered coldly, “Prince, you’ve already lost eight times in a row. I suggest you step down from the arena now.”
“You’re full of crap!”
Wuka roared.
Boom!
He pushed off the ground, instantly teleporting-like toward the silver-scaled youth, appearing dozens of meters away. Two short axes materialized in his hands, and he swung one of them directly at the silver-scaled youth.
“Hmph!” The silver-scaled youth instantly created hundreds of afterimages, and with a thunderous crash, he seized one of Wuka’s arms and swung him around, slamming him violently into the ground.
“Roll away!”
With his other hand, Wuka slashed the axe through his own captured arm, then used the momentum to swing the axe horizontally at the silver-scaled youth. The youth’s expression changed drastically as he rapidly leaped backward to dodge, but a gash still appeared across his chest, blood spilling out.
“Hahaha! Hahaha!” Standing there, Wuka held the axe in his left hand, his right arm severed and bleeding, yet he laughed heartily. He raised the axe in his left hand, pointing at the silver-scaled youth. “Mo Yilin, you arrogant fool! You said I couldn’t even scratch you, right? Hahaha…”
The silver-scaled youth gritted his teeth, glaring at Wuka. “You’re insane.”
“Haha, insane? Luo Feng, one of the Tai Chu Triad, is the real madman. I’m not even close.” Wuka laughed loudly, then turned to face the crowd at the arena’s edge, pointing downward. “You all listen up—we’re newcomers. You’re just a few thousand years ahead of us in cultivation. What are you so proud about? You all act so smug, saying I, Wuka, can’t even scratch any of you? I’ve only passed the fifth level, while you’ve all passed the sixth. But don’t underestimate us newcomers!”
With that, Wuka jumped directly from the arena.
At the arena’s edge stood a group of people, among whom eight were gathered together. The leader was a man in a silver-gray robe, his voice icy cold. “Wuka, true to the reputation of a Barka warrior—ferocious indeed. But remember, you’re still a newcomer. This time, all eight of you will be entering the Celestial Secret Realm! There are already dozens of warriors who have reached the sixth level within the Celestial Secret Realm!”
“Ding!”
“Ding!”
“Ding!”
At the same time, this group of experienced Cosmic-level geniuses received emails.
“Got the message?”
“Who sent it?”
“Let’s check it out?”
The group of senior Cosmic-level geniuses all opened the emails simultaneously.
“What? The seventh level?”
“Luofeng?”
“The Luofeng among the eight newcomers?” Some of the geniuses couldn’t help exclaiming in shock. The challenge from the sixth to the seventh level was extremely difficult—even among these geniuses who had trained for thousands of years, only five had reached the seventh level of the Heaven-Soaring Bridge. The rest were still at the sixth level.
“Luofeng?”
Wuka, who was about to leave, immediately opened the email. As he read its contents, his eyes widened in shock and joy. He then pointed at the group of elders and laughed loudly. “You fools, did you see that? Now that’s what I call genius—true genius! We’re newcomers, so what? We’ve only trained for about a hundred years, so what? But we can still pass the seventh level of the Heaven-Soaring Bridge, so what?”
“Haha! Remember the name Luofeng well! He’s one of the Tai Chu Triad—Luofeng!” Wuka laughed broadly.
The group of elders fell silent.
“Luofeng, huh?” The silver-robed man narrowed his eyes, glancing at Wuka, who was walking away with a blood-stained axe in hand. “Passing the seventh level? I need to investigate this. This time, I’m aiming for the Primordial Secret Realm… Luofeng has already become somewhat of a threat.”
…
The Glory Secret Realm, controlled by the Cosmic Mercenary Alliance, was a type of transformed cosmic secret realm similar to the Primordial and Tai Chu Secret Realms of the Virtual Cosmos Corporation.
In the Glory Secret Realm, there was a vast, desolate planet.
It was called the Prison Battlefield!
A figure with piercing green eyes and a dense covering of yellow fur on his gaunt face lay crouched like a wild wolf among the barren rocks, gazing into the distance. Suddenly, he furrowed his brow, his brown eyes flashing with a green glow. “Luofeng? This batch of newcomers is quite impressive. But this time, I’m determined to secure a spot in the Primordial Secret Realm!”
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