Illusory Spirit King

“Meet the Illusory Spirit King?” Luo Feng, Dilun, Busheka, and Luo all possessed extremely high discernment, aware of some of the peak existences among the 1008 Cosmic Nations of the human race. For instance, could a Universe-level junior meet Zhenyan King just because he wished to? That would be pure fantasy. By the same logic, could one meet the Illusory Spirit King just by wanting to? “Big Brother, this—” Luo Feng frowned slightly. He wanted to meet the Illusory Spirit King, but he had no connection with her, nor had they ever met. “No way?” Hong looked at Luo Feng. “If there’s truly no other way, then—” “Don’t rush.” Luo Feng shook his head. “Big Brother, all I can say is, I’ll try.” “Mm.” Hong nodded slightly. ... The banquet continued. Luo Feng, holding a wine glass, walked over to Yin Xue Marquis. “Luo Feng.” Yin Xue Marquis sat there, raising his glass slightly in greeting. The Immortal Yu Kan and Sector Lord Ji Fengyan, who were nearby, immediately stood up and moved aside. Luo Feng then sat opposite Yin Xue Marquis, smiling as he said, “Yin Xue Marquis, I have a favor to ask of you.” “What is it? Speak freely.” Yin Xue Marquis Ji Tianzang looked at Luo Feng. He held a certain disdain for Hong, but he regarded Luo Feng highly… a peerless genius who could shine so brightly even within the Virtual Universe Company, and with Zhenyan King’s backing, he would undoubtedly become terrifyingly powerful in the future, as long as he didn't fall. Luo Feng smiled. “I’d like to ask for your help, Yin Xue Marquis, in sending an email.” “An email?” Yin Xue Marquis’s pupils contracted, and he asked doubtfully, “Is it for…” “The Illusory Spirit King.” Luo Feng nodded. Yin Xue Marquis was secretly astonished. “I’ll write the content of the email, and of course, I’ll let you review it, Yin Xue Marquis!” Luo Feng chuckled. “No matter what, since you’re sending this email, I naturally wouldn’t want to put you in a difficult position.” “Haha, I’m relieved about that. I trust you, Luo Feng, wouldn’t anger the Illusory Spirit King.” Yin Xue Marquis smiled and nodded. “Mm, here’s the content.” Luo Feng extended his wrist, and an email appeared on the screen of his armguard, its content already open. Yin Xue Marquis read the screen. “He wants to meet the Illusory Spirit King? He really… really dares to dream. He’s just a Universe-level junior with no special background or status. What kind of identity does the Illusory Spirit King possess? Why would she meet him?” Yin Xue Marquis was greatly startled, looking at Luo Feng in confusion. “Luo Feng, do you really need to stick your neck out for him like this?” “He’s like a blood brother, so of course, I have to help,” Luo Feng said. “Mm.” Yin Xue Marquis nodded. “I’ll send this email to the Illusory Spirit King for you. As for whether she’s willing to grant an audience to you and Hong, that will depend on luck,” Yin Xue Marquis said with a smile. “I have a suggestion: if your teacher, Zhenyan King, were willing to intervene, then no matter what, at least a meeting… the Illusory Spirit King would definitely meet with you.” Luo Feng smiled and shook his head. Unless there was truly no other option, he preferred not to involve his teacher. His teacher’s guidance had already been an immeasurable kindness; to burden him with such worries, as if he were a nanny, would be disrespectful. That would be a highly disrespectful act. “It’s been sent.” Yin Xue Marquis looked at Luo Feng. “I’ll notify you once the Illusory Spirit King is willing to meet you.” “Thank you.” Luo Feng smiled. “I’ll give you my Virtual Universe Network number; you can contact me through it.” ... Luo Feng was the guest of honor at this welcome banquet. During the event, he also held his wine glass and conversed with various great Immortal beings. These Immortals dared not slight this junior before them… after all, this junior’s current authority alone was already enough to influence them. The banquet concluded! However, Yin Xue Marquis still hadn’t received a reply from the Illusory Spirit King. ... Qiongyu Star, Luo Clan Manor. The true high-ranking officials of the Ganwu Universe Nation had all departed in their spaceships. Even the three titans—Purple Lightning Marquis, Golden Feather Marquis, and Black Annihilation Marquis—had left. ... Night. The guests had departed, and Luo Feng walked alone down the quiet, vast palace corridor. “Big Brother.” Luo Feng spotted Hong, the man in black, sitting silently on the grass in the distance. Luo Feng, like a gust of wind, leaped over the railing and took a few steps to Hong’s side. Hong turned his head, glanced at Luo Feng, and said, “Sit.” “Still troubled?” Luo Feng sat down, smiling. “Not troubled, just waiting,” Hong said, turning to smile at Luo Feng. “Waiting for the opportunity to arrive. No matter what, at least tonight I understood why Yin Xue Marquis was obstructing me and Ji Qing. Only by clarifying the reason can I find a way to resolve the obstruction.” “Quite confident, aren’t you?” Luo Feng chuckled. “Not entirely confident, but… some things just have to be done,” Hong chuckled. “If I try my best, I won’t have regrets. Even if I can’t do it now… when my strength grows greater in the future, perhaps even surpassing the Illusory Spirit King, I’ll naturally be able to bring Qingqing back.” Luo Feng stared at his Big Brother in astonishment. Stronger than the Illusory Spirit King? Was his Big Brother boasting, or was he truly that confident? The Illusory Spirit King… she was undoubtedly a super-existence who traversed the cosmos. With a flick of her hand, she could likely cause billions to perish, or make a group of Immortals die, lost in illusions. “Infinite heart, infinite future,” Hong said, looking at Luo Feng. “Third Brother, don’t harbor fear. If even in your heart you feel that surpassing is difficult, how can it be achieved in reality?” Luo Feng was startled. Infinite heart? Infinite future? “Even the most formidable super-existences accumulate their power step by step,” Hong chuckled. “As long as you keep progressing, keep improving. And your lifespan is infinite… then, even becoming the greatest existence in the universe is not impossible.” Luo Feng nodded slightly. Suddenly, he paused— His consciousness connected to the Virtual Universe Network, and he instantly returned. “Big Brother.” A smile appeared on Luo Feng’s face. “Hm?” Hong looked at Luo Feng and smiled. “Judging by your expression, something good has happened.” “Mm, I just received a message from Yin Xue Marquis,” Luo Feng said, smiling. “A message from Yin Xue Marquis?” Hong’s eyes lit up. “Mm, he forwarded the Illusory Spirit King’s reply,” Luo Feng said with a slight smile. “She agreed?” Hong’s eyes blazed with tangible light. Luo Feng smiled and nodded: “Yes.” “The Illusory Spirit King will dispatch her subordinates to Nine Star Bay on Black Dragon Mountain Island to escort us to her palace for an audience,” Luo Feng said. “So, from now on, we should always keep a sliver of our consciousness in the Virtual Universe Network, awaiting the Illusory Spirit King’s summons.” Hong nodded. ... Virtual Universe, Black Dragon Mountain Island, Nine Star Bay Community. Luo Feng and Hong looked at the man before them. This was a man about three meters tall, with a pair of black feathered wings and dozens of sharp horns of varying lengths on his forehead, clad in black combat armor. The black-winged man smiled as he looked at Luo Feng: “Luo Feng, disciple of Zhenyan King? Hello, I am Busheka, disciple of the Illusory Spirit King.” “Hello, Busheka.” Luo Feng nodded. “So this is the fellow who wants to marry Junior Sister?” The black-winged man glanced at Hong, his lips curling slightly in what seemed like disdain. Just as Hong was about to reply, the black-winged man turned to Luo Feng. “Let’s go, Master is waiting for you.” “Very well.” Luo Feng nodded, immediately taking Hong and following the black-winged man as they swiftly left the Nine Star Bay Community. From a teleportation point not far from the community, they directly teleported away. ... Whoosh! Luo Feng, Hong, and the black-winged man Busheka appeared out of thin air on a vast palace plaza. “Rumble~~~” Waves crashed against the shore. The entire palace was approximately 100,000 kilometers tall, divided into nine layers. The lowest, first layer was adjacent to the sea, and the palace plaza where Luo Feng and his companions appeared was on the fifth layer. “Follow me.” The black-winged man led the way. They entered the deep palace, proceeding onward. Even Hong had stepped into the Universe-level, so the three of them advanced quite quickly, reaching the seventh layer moments later. ... This was a quiet grand hall. At the entrance of the grand hall stood women dressed in soft, cloud-like white gauze robes, their fluffy tails gently swaying behind them. These women all possessed captivating purple eyes… and when they looked over, one could feel the desire contained within their gaze. Led by the black-winged man, Luo Feng and Hong stepped into the grand hall. As they continued forward. The women standing by the side, who were initially dressed in white gauze, changed to women in black gauze. Yet, it was clear these women all belonged to the same race, all possessing purple eyes and fluffy tails. After walking another thousand kilometers, the women standing by the side had changed to women in purple gauze. “What a wondrous illusion,” Luo Feng thought as he walked through the enormous divine grand hall, looking at the rows of women standing by. Unconsciously, he found himself falling into a lewd illusion, as if these women were all naked, using various seductive charms to approach him. However— Luo Feng and Hong were both individuals with extremely high cultivation of the mind. Such an illusion, not deliberately cast, simply couldn't affect Luo Feng or Hong. “Master!” The black-winged man bowed respectfully, his voice echoing continuously through the vast grand hall. Luo Feng and Hong stopped simultaneously. Looking up, they immediately saw, on a colossal throne carved with incredibly intricate and lewd statues in the distance, a woman curled up, lying there. She had long purple hair, purple eyes, and a fluffy purple tail. When her eyes gazed down… the surrounding world seemed to fall into an aura of lewdness. “The Illusory Spirit King.” Luo Feng held his breath. Having heard of the Illusory Spirit King’s formidable reputation, Luo Feng dared not be negligent. “Luo Feng?” A soft voice drifted from the colossal throne on the distant high platform. “Indeed worthy of being a genius who, at the Universe-level, could clear the tenth island of the Illusory Sea. Your mental fortitude is truly firm. I like juniors with such resolute minds… Your teacher, Zhenyan King, truly has excellent foresight. He previously nurtured a Bloodthirsty King, and looking at your records, your killing is also quite frenzied… The lineage of Zhenyan King truly produces individuals like this; the master is frenzied in killing, and his disciples are all frenzied in killing.” “Thank you for the praise, Illusory Spirit King.” Luo Feng bowed. His teacher, Zhenyan King, indeed had a period of defying the heavens with his madness. It’s just that he’s much more low-key now, cultivating in seclusion in Chaos City. Otherwise, purely in terms of violence, his teacher was in no way inferior to his third senior brother, the Bloodthirsty King. “Mm.” The great being of the Chimei race, lounging languidly on the colossal throne, her pair of purple eyes looked down at Hong. “You are the ‘Hong’ that Qingqing spoke of?” “Yes.” Hong bowed in response.