Hong Alliance Group

The Tabai Clan Immortal, clad in dark green armor, observed Luo Feng with his six eyes, then sneered, "A Sector Lord killing a pinnacle King? Is that something you humans can achieve?"

"Are you doubting that Daohe King isn't a Sector Lord?" Luo Feng retorted. "Then why do the Demon Clan, Insectoid Clan, and Machine Clan so readily believe it, even publicly offering a bounty for Daohe King? Are they so easily convinced that they're willing to put forth ultimate treasures as a reward?"

"Who knows? Perhaps your human deception tactics are too sophisticated. And rightly so, you are a peak race, what can't you achieve?" The leading Tabai Clan Immortal looked at Luo Feng. "Actually, there's no need for much talk. As long as you truly reveal your Sector Lord aura, we will genuinely believe you, apologize, and express our admiration."

The three Tabai Clan members watched Luo Feng, seemingly waiting for him to display his Sector Lord aura.

"Qianyu, I'm heading back first," Luo Feng said, turning to Qianyu of the Dark Mist Tribe beside him.

"Mhm, other powerhouses will probably find this place soon too," Qianyu nodded.

"Human."

"Human!" Two of the three Tabai Clan members immediately shouted.

"Gentlemen," Luo Feng glanced at the three of them, a hint of mockery in his smile. "You are truly foolish. I haven't denied it, but I haven't admitted to being Daohe King either. Moreover, whether you believe it or not is none of my business."

Whoosh!

Luo Feng's figure flickered, then he instantly teleported away.

"You—" The three Tabai Clan powerhouses wanted to curse, but Luo Feng was long gone.

"Hmph." Qianyu of the Dark Mist Tribe also sneered, glanced at the three Tabai Clan Immortals, and then vanished.

"Even Chaman King is arrogant with us," the three Tabai Clan powerhouses gritted their teeth. The Tabai Clan member in dark green armor looked at the other two: "That Daohe King is truly cautious, never denying yet never admitting, and seemingly disdainful of revealing his Sector Lord aura. Our attempt to confirm his identity seems to have failed."

"Let's report back to our superiors."

The three Tabai Clan powerhouses also flew away.

...

At the Treasure Land, on the mountain peak with the teleportation channel, Luo Feng had just teleported there, immediately drawing the attention of some alien powerhouses conversing in mid-air in the distance.

"It's a human."

"Look, it's Daohe King."

"He's Daohe King?"

Immediately, alien powerhouses flew over, some shouting, "Daohe King, wait!" Others simply yelled, "Human!"

But Luo Feng stepped directly into the teleportation channel and disappeared, leaving many alien powerhouses shaking their heads helplessly.

...

Back on Purple Thorn Island, Luo Feng quickly teleported back to his mansion, closing the door to visitors.

"I didn't expect to be suspected so quickly." Luo Feng went up to the second floor of a pavilion. There was a meditation cushion on the floor, and the surroundings were empty, offering a direct view of the garden, pond, and pavilions below.

Luo Feng sat cross-legged, looking down.

"Being suspected isn't beyond my expectations. The emergence of two hidden super geniuses in the same era, both cultivating the Path of the Beast God, is indeed too low a probability. Even I don't believe it, let alone the alien races," Luo Feng murmured softly. Then, with a flip of his hand, the auxiliary optical computer appeared.

This was the sensor receiver for the virtual world 'Glory World'.

"Let's see the difference between this Glory World and our human Virtual Universe," Luo Feng thought.

His consciousness, through the sensor receiver, quickly connected to the virtual world 'Glory World'.

...

In the Glory World, a figure appeared out of thin air at the edge of the open-air plaza, holding a black book.

"Hmm?" Luo Feng looked at the black book in his hand and chuckled to himself. "It's quite interesting. The Virtual Universe relies on 'virtual assistants' to perform various functions. This Glory World, however, relies on this book."

Luo Feng opened the black book.

The first page simply had the words 'Name', followed by a blank space. The text was in the universal human language.

"Please enter your name in the Glory World." As Luo Feng opened the first page, a voice echoed in his mind.

"Name?" Luo Feng hesitated slightly, then his consciousness responded, "Daohe."

Since countless powerhouses believed him to be Daohe King, he might as well use that name. What did it matter if it was true or false?

Luo Feng turned to the second page.

The second page displayed a map of the Glory World. At the same time, a voice sounded in Luo Feng's mind: "The Glory World is divided into two spaces: the Glory Open-Air Plaza and the Combat World. Anyone within the Ancestral God Mystery Land can connect to the Glory World."

"Oh, it's so small?" Luo Feng muttered.

"The functions are really limited," Luo Feng thought.

There was no comparison.

Compared to the Virtual Universe, if the Virtual Universe was a skyscraper, then this Glory World was a small hut.

Its coverage was only the Ancestral God Mystery Land, and the Glory World itself only had two places—the open-air plaza and the combat world.

There were no accommodations, shopping, or many other features. The human Virtual Universe, however, was far more prosperous, possessing countless planes and spaces, with incredibly rich functions; anything you could imagine, the Virtual Universe had it.

"Glory World Leaderboard."

"Glory Points."

"Exchange Glory Points for inheritance opportunities."

Luo Feng briefly scanned through and understood. To gain additional inheritance opportunities, one had to come to this Glory World.

The Glory World Leaderboard was divided into seven lists.

They corresponded to the 'First-tier Leaderboard', 'Second-tier Leaderboard'… 'Seventh-tier Leaderboard'. Inheritors at different levels were naturally categorized into different leaderboards. Rankings were based on combat wins and losses. Luo Feng was currently at the bottom of the 'Third-tier Leaderboard'.

0 wins, 0 losses!

Of course, there were those worse than Luo Feng, such as 0 wins, 1 loss, or 0 wins, 2 losses, and so on.

"The functions are quite simple," Luo Feng thought. "The Ancestral God Sect created such a simple virtual world just to give us a place to gather."

"Open-air plaza?" Luo Feng looked around.

The plaza was actually an open-air bar, with all sorts of fine wines, delicacies, and food appearing in the center of the plaza, free for inheritors to use. The entire plaza was filled with densely packed chairs, divided into various sections. Just at a glance, Luo Feng saw tens of millions of inheritors.

"Look, it's Daohe King."

"It's Daohe King."

Immediately, those inheritors noticed Luo Feng, but no one approached him for a moment.

Luo Feng also noticed that these inheritors clearly belonged to groups, hundreds or even thousands gathered together, forming distinct factions. Between different groups… Luo Feng could feel the sense of opposition.

"Wherever there are powerhouses, there are conflicts. Especially when countless powerhouses and geniuses from across the universe are gathered," Luo Feng thought.

"Daohe King."

"Daohe King."

A figure flashed over like lightning, calling out via telepathy.

Luo Feng saw that the newcomer was human and immediately smiled: "Chaman King."

Chaman King was a very low-key King within the human race. Although his strength couldn't be called invincible among Kings, comparable to an ordinary Universe Master, he was extremely close. In his younger days, Chaman King's talent was dazzling, and he rose rapidly, receiving great importance and focused cultivation from the human race. However, Chaman King was stuck at the final step, unable to break through to become a Universe Master. This stagnation lasted for countless years, causing Chaman King to lose his former arrogance and become much more low-key.

Many peerless geniuses shared this fate.

How many could truly become Universe Masters?

Just like Seven Swords King, who could say for certain that he would become a Universe Master?

"Come, come, come, all of us from the Hong Alliance are over there. These are all members of other various alliance groups," Chaman King said via telepathy, leading Luo Feng. "The race has given me orders to call you Daohe King directly if your identity is suspected. It won't affect you, will it?"

"If you don't call me Daohe King, those alien races will become suspicious."

"If you do call me that, they'll also be suspicious."

"True and false, it's fine," Luo Feng smiled.

Chaman King nodded and then said aloud, "These inheritors primarily form groups based on the major power alliances in the universe. After all, members of hostile forces naturally wouldn't be in the same group. All of us from the Hong Alliance gather together."

"It seems there are many groups," Luo Feng observed. The plaza was indeed clearly divided, with hundreds or thousands of powerhouses gathered in clusters… Occasionally, there were groups of tens of thousands of powerhouses, which likely belonged to the super-large forces in the universe.

"What's that group over there? So many powerhouses," Luo Feng asked, looking at a distant area where at least hundreds of thousands of powerhouses were gathered.

"That's the Snowland Alliance," Chaman King said. "Although their strength isn't as great as our Hong Alliance, the Snowland Alliance is the alliance with the most races in the universe. They have a vast number of Immortal Gods and Kings. While they are mostly composed of weaker, ordinary races with very few powerful ones among them, their sheer numbers are overwhelming. As you know… the Ancestral God Sect distributes inheritance tokens across the universe, regardless of the strength of your race."

A moment later.

They arrived at a corner of the plaza.

"That's our spot," Chaman King said with a smile. Luo Feng looked ahead and saw only about a thousand powerhouses. Judging by their appearances and characteristics, they were indeed many common races within the Hong Alliance.

"Only a thousand?" Luo Feng sighed inwardly.

"We are the elites," Chaman King said teasingly.

"Yes, we are the elites, we don't compare numbers with them," Luo Feng also smiled, then walked with Chaman King towards the group of Hong Alliance inheritors.

...

Within the Demon Clan's territory.

In the silent starry sky, clusters of star-sized flames were scattered everywhere, enveloping this void. At its center stood the majestic Sirius Hall.

A giant two-headed snake shadow coiled before the Sirius Hall, its voice resounding through this space-time: "Sirius Master, our Demon Clan inheritors in the Ancestral God Sect have sent news. In the Treasure Land of the Ancestral God Sect, traces of a human suspected to be Daohe King have been found. The probability of this human being Daohe King is extremely high."

The Sirius Master… was the highest-ranking individual in the Demon Clan specifically responsible for the significant matter of the Daohe King bounty.