Anxiety

As soon as he arrived at the inheritance palace, Luo Feng's Demon Killer Clan avatar entered his inner world, while his core remained within his Earthling true body. Inside Luo Feng's body, within the core, his soul had already condensed into a crystal sphere. Around this soul crystal sphere, wisps of mist, Luo Feng's spiritual force, drifted. Countless psychic energy threads were condensing into secret patterns, and a large number of these secret patterns were being transmitted into the soul crystal sphere. Like a spreading virus, the entire soul crystal absorbed these secret patterns and underwent subtle, minute changes. Though the changes were minuscule, the continuous transformation was relentless! Luo Feng's Earthling true body and Golden Horned Beast both controlled their psychic energy to cultivate their souls. ... Refined through a hundred trials, forged into steel! Just as a piece of iron is repeatedly hammered and refined into steel, Luo Feng's soul was undergoing a similar process. During the cultivation of the Supreme Demonic Sound Secret Art, his soul continuously changed and transformed, much like scrap iron becoming fine steel. Luo Feng's soul was evolving in this way. It was somewhat similar to True Body Heaven and Earth, which was a transformation of the physical body! After executing True Body Heaven and Earth, the physical body could shrink, drastically increasing the density of muscles, bones, scales, and so on. The foundational ninety-nine percent of the Supreme Demonic Sound Secret Art was a transformation of the soul. Executing this secret art allowed the soul's control amplitude to soar! A normal Sector Lord's soul, while maintaining hidden weapons at their maximum power, could generally control a maximum of 100 hidden weapons. A normal Sector Lord's body, in terms of strength output, could achieve a maximum of 100 times. When Luo Feng stepped onto the 100th stair, his psychic energy amplitude had already reached 100, which was traditionally considered the perfect limit for a Sector Lord! And now, Luo Feng had already ascended over 360 stairs, and his psychic energy amplitude had reached over 360! What did this mean? When he first arrived at the inheritance palace, his psychic energy amplitude was 70-80, and now it was over 360! A fivefold increase! It was like Luo Feng initially had one gun firing, and now he had five guns firing! His psychic energy output speed was five times faster than before! "It's like five people fighting one!" Luo Feng looked at the continuously extending inheritance stairs before him, and at the faintly visible palace in the distant void, feeling an uncontrollable excitement just thinking about it. ... In the Virtual Universe, in the public area of Yuxiang Mountain, on the top floor of a secluded restaurant. Zhenyan King, clad in golden armor, leaned back on a sofa, his eyelids drooping. His entire being subtly exuded a suppressed, furious aura that permeated the entire top-floor room. Even the restaurant staff were terrified, standing to the side, not daring to breathe, swallowing and holding their breath. "Gagagaga, Zhenyan King!" A slightly sharp, strange, and sinister laugh directly echoed into the top-floor room. Two figures walked up the stairs. One was as thin as a skeleton, with eyes like two clusters of ghostly flames, a goatee on his chin, and his entire body covered in a large golden robe. In his hands, he continuously spun two golden spheres. Following behind him was a handsome youth—Moluo! Although Moluo was quite old, due to his racial bloodline, he was not tall and appeared like a youth. "You're here," Zhenyan King glanced at him. "Gagagaga, Zhenyan King, you're looking for my disciple this time, so you have a favor to ask of me. Don't look so ugly in front of me." The gaunt, golden-robed old怪 sneered, then lay down on a nearby sofa, simultaneously ordering, "Staff, everyone out!" "Yes!" The staff immediately obediently exited, leaving only three people in the room—Zhenyan King, Moluo, and Moluo's teacher. "If it weren't for my disciple Luo Feng, I wouldn't bother seeing you. Just looking at you disgusts me!" Zhenyan King sneered. "Gagagaga, I'm truly honored," the gaunt, golden-robed old怪 laughed strangely instead. This gaunt, golden-robed old怪 was a highly esteemed figure in the Virtual Universe Company, having also cleared the 20th level of the Sky-Reaching Bridge, an existence extremely close to the 'Venerable' level, with the title 'Prison Ghost King'! This Prison Ghost King and Zhenyan King had always been sworn enemies, both possessing incredibly heaven-defying talents! Zhenyan King was known for his straightforward and fierce temper. Prison Ghost King was known for his malice and cunning. Because their personalities were completely opposite—Zhenyan King acted openly and honorably, while Prison Ghost King was incredibly insidious—they had always harbored deep animosity towards each other. Prison Ghost King regarded Zhenyan King as his lifelong rival. However, Zhenyan King always looked down on Prison Ghost King, and despite his disdain, their strength was very close! These two! Both were extremely close to the 'Venerable' level, among the peak two of the titled Immortal Kings! Each had their strengths! Of course, Zhenyan King's strength could suppress his opponent, but it was difficult for him to kill his opponent. "Speak!" Zhenyan King glanced at Moluo, who stood behind Prison Ghost King. "You said your disciple Moluo also went to Demonic Mountain. And even met my disciple Luo Feng! Tell me, when did you meet him? What were the circumstances?" "Anxious?" The gaunt, golden-robed old怪 looked at Zhenyan King. "Hmph!" Zhenyan King snorted. He was indeed a bit anxious. Because the Virtual Universe Company had previously informed him that Luo Feng had entered Demonic Sound Mountain over a year ago but had not responded. Demonic Sound Mountain, as a 'desperate-level' environment, was extremely dangerous. Once subjected to terrifying demonic sounds, one could unknowingly become a walking corpse. Under normal circumstances, those geniuses would occasionally log into the Virtual Universe network. But Luo Feng had not entered the Virtual Universe network for the past year! This made the Virtual Universe Company suspicious... Had he died? Naturally, they informed Luo Feng's closest teacher—Zhenyan King! Zhenyan King knew Luo Feng had gone to challenge Demonic Mountain. Upon receiving the notification from the Virtual Universe Company, he immediately sent emails, requested calls, and tried to contact Luo Feng, but there was no response. It was as if Luo Feng had died. In this situation, there were two possibilities. One, Luo Feng was dead! Naturally, he couldn't respond. Two, Luo Feng was in secluded cultivation, or deeply immersed in some extremely important training and didn't want to be disturbed, so he had turned off his Virtual Universe network reception. "Anxious?" The gaunt, golden-robed old怪 chuckled strangely. "It seems your disciple hasn't responded to you. Actually, no response doesn't necessarily mean death; perhaps he's in secluded cultivation or something." "Ah!" The gaunt, golden-robed old怪 slapped his head. "I'm getting old and confused. Your disciple is in Demonic Sound Mountain. That place is full of demonic sounds! He can't stay in one place, let alone go into secluded cultivation or meditate. He can't be cultivating... so, he's probably dead!" Zhenyan King's face darkened, his eyes radiating golden light as he roared, "Prison Ghost King, I was originally going to speak with your disciple, but you insisted on interfering. I'm giving you face by speaking with you. Don't babble nonsense!" "Gagagaga, anxious," the gaunt, golden-robed old怪 waved his hand. "My dear disciple, tell him." "Yes," Moluo respectfully bowed. "Zhenyan King," Moluo also bowed. Zhenyan King glanced at the respectful Moluo, then at the gaunt, golden-robed old怪: "Such a good disciple, wasted under your tutelage!" "Hmph," the gaunt, golden-robed old怪 scoffed dismissively. "Speak," Zhenyan King looked at Moluo. "When did you see Luo Feng?" "Zhenyan King," Moluo respectfully said, "It was a year ago." "A year ago?" Zhenyan King frowned. The information provided by the Virtual Universe Company also indicated that Luo Feng had stopped logging into the Virtual Universe network approximately a year ago. A year! For Zhenyan King's long lifespan, a year was too short. But in an environment like Demonic Sound Mountain, a year was too long. "I am still in Demonic Sound Mountain," Moluo respectfully said. "However, I haven't seen Luo Feng since then." "Oh?" Zhenyan King's brows furrowed even deeper. "Hmph, Zhenyan King, Zhenyan King, you probably don't know... your disciple once ambushed my disciple in Demonic Sound Mountain," the gaunt, golden-robed old怪 said. "Ambush?" Zhenyan King stared intently at Moluo. "My disciple Luo Feng ambushed you?" Moluo was slightly nervous. "Don't be afraid," the gaunt, golden-robed old怪 sat on the sofa, picked up a glass of fruit wine, and casually waved his hand. "With teacher here, this ape-man can't do anything to you. Tell the truth from beginning to end." "Tell me the truth!" Zhenyan King stared at Moluo. Moluo took a deep breath and said, "Senior Zhenyan King, it's like this. I entered Demonic Sound Mountain a while before Luo Feng, and I also discovered some patterns of the demonic sounds there... so I had been moving around in an area not too far from the illusionary beast groups. Although that area wasn't too far from the illusionary beast groups, the intensity of the demonic sounds constantly changed, making it relatively easy to deduce." "One day!" "I heard the roar of an illusionary beast, and I knew someone had provoked an illusionary beast again." Moluo took a deep breath, appearing somewhat nervous. "I've encountered this kind of thing a few times, and this time, I also secretly hid in the distance to observe." "But—" "I saw that person actually using a Moyun Vine! I immediately guessed... this person was definitely not a native; a native Universe-level Ninth Tier absolutely couldn't possess an auxiliary plant life of Domain Lord Ninth Tier." Moluo said, "So, I also stepped in to help. The two of us teamed up and finally shattered that illusionary beast, and then we immediately fled. When he saw me, he immediately recognized me..." "Then he reverted to his original form! I saw, it was Luo Feng!" "I was truly happy to see someone I knew in Demonic Sound Mountain. I chatted with him for a while, and we quickly fled together, because that illusionary beast would reform and continue to pursue us. But I never expected... never expected..." Moluo's body subtly trembled. Zhenyan King's brows slightly furrowed. "Unexpectedly, when I was off guard and fleeing with him, he suddenly ambushed me. At such close range, I had no time to defend and was instantly severely injured! Then I desperately fought to save my life." Moluo shook his head bitterly. "Actually, the moment I was ambushed, I understood... he probably saw me as a competitor for the qualification battle, and by eliminating me now, he would have a better chance of entering the Primal Secret Region during the qualification battle." "Gagagaga, Zhenyan King, did you hear that?" The gaunt, golden-robed old怪 laughed sinisterly.