Luo Feng's Limit

Zhenyan King glanced at Moluo, who stood obediently. He actually held a certain fondness for this genius from the Primal Secret Realm, Moluo. However, the story Moluo had just told made Zhenyan King frown, and he asked in a low voice, "Are you telling the truth?"

"Senior Zhenyan King," Moluo bowed slightly. "I only answered truthfully when my teacher questioned me about this matter. Besides that, I haven't told anyone else."

"Hmph!"

Zhenyan King snorted coldly. "Go, all of you, leave!"

"Gagagaga, you're angry, Zhenyan King, you're angry, gagagaga..." The lean old monster in golden robes laughed triumphantly.

Moluo merely bowed slightly.

Zhenyan King's eyes narrowed, a faint golden light flickering within them.

"Gaga, let's go!" The lean old monster in golden robes chuckled twice, then vanished into thin air. Moluo also disappeared, leaving only Zhenyan King alone in the room.

Zhenyan King's face was cold as he muttered, "If I hadn't spent so many years with my disciple, I might actually have doubted him! But... that young fellow Luo Feng is absolutely the most resolute, decisive, and principled among all my disciples!"

Having interacted with his disciple for so long, Zhenyan King greatly valued this young disciple.

A heart like a mirror, seeing through all illusions!

A heart like a blade, cutting through all deceptions!

Someone with a heart like a blade acts with strict principles and clear boundaries. Such individuals are inherently extremely proud. For instance, when challenging the Primal Secret Realm, they would absolutely do so with their true strength. They would never resort to disgusting methods like secretly killing an opponent to win.

"Disciple, I believe you are still alive. Something special must have happened in Demonic Sound Mountain that has held you back," Zhenyan King whispered. At this moment, a thought flashed through his mind—he had recently learned that one of the 32 inheritance palaces in Demonic Sound Mountain was occupied by an unknown life form.

If only that unknown life form were his disciple.

"Haha... I really do let my imagination run wild," Zhenyan King chuckled, shaking his head. "My disciple managed to reach the tenth island in the Illusory Sea before failing. If Moluo can survive until now, he certainly can too.

Time flowed on.

Day after day, year after year...

Luo Feng was completely immersed in the Demonic Sound God General inheritance, ascending step by step, his soul constantly transforming. Some special secret techniques require the soul to be modified before they can be used, just like Luo Feng's teacher Huyan Bo's "Soul Imprint," which also requires soul modification!

The soul must possess certain characteristics to unleash particular secret techniques.

In the blink of an eye, three years had passed.

Inside a rocky, icy cave on Demonic Mountain, a slaughter ended in an instant.

"Hmph hmph hmph." Moluo lightly licked the blood from his fingers, glancing at the corpse at his feet. "You, a mere native, should be proud to die by the hand of a peak genius of the universe. If it weren't for those 10,000 black tokens, I wouldn't bother to lift a finger against you."

Moluo quickly reached out and grabbed a spatial belt, his thought power permeating it for inspection.

"31 black tokens?" A look of wild joy immediately appeared on Moluo's face.

"Hahahaha... my luck is truly excellent!" Moluo excitedly clenched his fist. "I was short 30 black tokens, and this native just happened to deliver 31. The mechanical race weapon I specifically bought before coming to Demonic Mountain was indeed a worthwhile investment, even if it was single-use. Successfully killing two Realm Lords also made it easier for me to accumulate black tokens."

"10,000 black tokens, finally enough!"

Moluo's eyes gleamed faintly.

"It's been three and a half years since I entered Demonic Mountain!"

"I could have left half a year ago, but I endured until now, devising all sorts of traps and methods, all for these black tokens. Hard work truly pays off for those who are determined." Moluo smiled, a hint of smugness in his expression. He was extremely satisfied with everything he had done in Demonic Mountain from start to finish.

Whether it was investigating the various situations within Demonic Mountain and arranging the safest environment for himself.

Or ambushing Luo Feng.

Assassinating native Realm Lords, everything was perfect.

"No one can block my path," Moluo murmured softly. "My teacher is also foolish. Cunning, ruthless? If everyone knows you're cunning, then it's not cunning, it's stupidity."

Immediately, Moluo turned and swiftly began his journey back.

The return journey was easy!

Because during the process of entering Demonic Sound Mountain, both the natives and the His Highnesses from the Virtual Universe Company would quickly memorize their routes! With the memory and calculation abilities of powerful individuals, they could swiftly form an incredibly precise map in their minds, based on the numerous routes and rendezvous points they had traversed.

Using the map formed in their minds, they could find a safe, shorter route and quickly return!

When Moluo flew out from one of Demonic Sound Mountain's cave entrances, he was immediately greeted respectfully by the silver-clad attendants.

"His Highness Moluo!"

"His Highness Moluo, please!"

The group of silver-clad attendants escorted Moluo, and soon a white-robed youth quickly came to greet him. It was Yichang, who had once welcomed Luo Feng.

"His Highness Moluo," the white-robed youth smiled, leading the way. "Yichang admires that Your Highness was able to spend over three years in Demonic Sound Mountain."

"Mm." Moluo nodded with a smile. "Please lead the way. I have already collected 10,000 black tokens..."

"10,000 black tokens?"

The white-robed youth was greatly astonished.

Good heavens.

Collecting 10,000 black tokens was incredibly difficult, because even those His Highnesses who had spent a great deal to purchase E-grade laser guns found it hard to succeed. This was because E-grade laser guns required a charging time, and that charging time... was enough for a Realm Lord expert to easily kill them.

The difference between a Realm Lord and a Universe-level Ninth-tier was simply too vast!

Therefore, collecting 10,000 black tokens was even harder than surviving for three years.

"Congratulations, Your Highness, truly congratulations." The white-robed youth immediately felt that His Highness Moluo's future prospects would be even more astonishing, and he became even more respectful and enthusiastic. "It's been a long time since anyone here received the reward for 10,000 black tokens. I hear the reward is incredibly astonishing."

"Incredibly astonishing? What kind of treasure?" Moluo's heart stirred.

"I don't have the authority to know," the white-robed youth lowered his voice. "But I've heard it's a truly astonishing treasure."

"Lead the way quickly." Moluo was also itching with curiosity.

"Yes."

While Moluo safely left Demonic Mountain to claim his treasure, Luo Feng was undergoing the greatest treasure of the entire Demonic Mountain—receiving the Demonic Sound God General inheritance!

On the inheritance steps.

Layer upon layer of steps extended into the depths of the void, towards that incredibly tiny palace.

"What should I do? I'm almost at my limit!"

Luo Feng stood on the 1129th step, looking back at the densely packed steps extending downwards, then up at the even more distant steps, his brows furrowed.

"According to the information in the 'Supreme Demonic Sound Secret Manual,' I estimate I'll reach my limit after receiving another one or two hundred layers of inheritance!" Luo Feng felt a bit helpless.

When he first began receiving the inheritance, Luo Feng learned a lot of information.

The Demonic Sound God General inheritance was one of the more mysterious and peak inheritances in the vast universe. Its requirements for the soul were incredibly stringent—yes, 'incredibly stringent'—so stringent that over billions of years, batch after batch of inheritors had failed to obtain the complete inheritance.

99% of those who could reach this point were Undying Gods!

Not a single Undying God had succeeded. How stringent was the difficulty?

The Demonic Sound God General inheritance demanded an extremely strong soul!

Fusing Blood-Red Crystals, on the other hand, had stringent requirements for the body. In that Blood-Red World... it was hard to find anyone who could fuse ten Blood-Red Crystals. Yet, the Golden Horned Beast fused over 90! This was due to a certain characteristic being extremely strong in its body cells.

The Demonic Sound God General inheritance sought a peerless genius whose soul was perfectly compatible with this secret technique. If such a genius could cultivate it from beginning to end, they would become the unique 'Demonic Sound God General' of the universe.

The inheritance demanded an extremely high level of soul!

The souls of Undying Gods, however, had all undergone the essential transformation from 'Realm Lord to Undying'. Therefore, almost every Undying God's soul was much, much stronger than Luo Feng's!

Many Undying Gods were stuck at the end of the first stage!

Some Undying Gods were stuck in the second stage!

A handful of Gods were stuck in the third stage.

No life form in the universe had yet fully passed through all three stages.

And Luo Feng?

His soul was only at the Domain Lord Ninth-tier, having not yet experienced the most crucial transformation for the soul—the transition from Realm Lord to Undying. So, in terms of soul, Luo Feng was indeed far, far inferior to the Undying Gods. Fortunately, he had undergone the 'Chaos True Spirit' fusion in Chaos City, and his will and consciousness control over thought power were extremely strong... which was why he had reached the 1129th step.

However—

Once he felt his soul struggling, it meant his soul had already integrated 90% of its 'limit'. This was a piece of information from the inheritance.

"I'm already feeling the strain, I'm almost at my limit!"

"My limit should be between 1200 and 1300 steps," Luo Feng thought to himself. "And the first stage should be over three thousand steps."

His own limit could only withstand about one-third of the first stage.

There was no other way.

This secret technique inheritance was originally meant for Undying Gods. For his Domain Lord Ninth-tier soul to rush in... it would be a miracle if he could withstand much more.

"What should I do?" Luo Feng looked up ahead.

In the distant depths of the void, that tiny palace marked the end of the first stage. Reaching it meant becoming a 'preliminary selectee' and receiving the corresponding reward. The treasures left by that distant existence on Demonic Mountain, which had existed in the universe for an unknown number of years, would certainly not be inferior.

But he could only obtain it by passing the first stage.

"I'm still over two thousand steps away from that palace!"

"And my limit is only another one or two hundred steps." Luo Feng pondered a solution while cultivating. Multitasking only slightly slowed his cultivation speed.

"Unwilling!"

"Such an opportunity!"

"The Virtual Universe Company has so many Undying Gods stationed here, and this place gathers billions of illusory beasts. This inheritance... is so heaven-defying! Such an opportunity is absolutely rare and hard to come by." Luo Feng's mind raced, calculating if there was any way to receive more of the inheritance.

Accepting the inheritance up to the '1200-1300th step' and then being forced to leave due to reaching his limit was something Luo Feng was very unwilling to do.

But could he change the limit of his soul?