Shocking the Cosmos

In the open plaza of Glory World, the tens of millions of inheritors gathered often consulted the black book to view Daohe King's battle records on the Triple Inheritor Rankings.

“2682 wins, 18 losses.”

This was the latest record. Today marked Luo Feng's third day of challenges, and he had already fought nearly 2700 battles.

“How can this Daohe King be so formidable? I'm going to lose 1 honor point. In the battle world, I'm always extremely cautious with every challenge, absolutely avoiding high-ranked opponents, trying to pick those weaker than me, or at most, those on par. Despite my carefulness, I only managed to accumulate 51 honor points until today, and now I'm losing one. But this Daohe King, the speed at which he earns honor points, it's simply insane!”

“Don't even mention it, I'm also contributing honor points to him. Who knew this human would be so strong? Hmph, hmph, hmph~~” An alien powerhouse resembling a sea monster with dozens of tentacles grumbled, clearly unwilling.

“The hundreds of thousands of inheritors who challenged him this time have suffered a huge loss.”

“Although I didn't challenge him, I can't blame everyone. Imagine the satisfaction of crushing the legendary Daohe King. But who would have thought that a mere Sector Lord, without any external assistance, under identical conditions, could be so powerful? This, this is simply…”

The open plaza was almost entirely abuzz with discussions about Daohe King.

They were provoked!

As they spoke, Luo Feng's record rapidly climbed: 2779 wins, 19 losses; 2789 wins, 19 losses; 2811 wins, 19 losses; 2889 wins, 19 losses… How could those inheritors who painstakingly earned just 1 honor point feel? If Daohe King had displayed his true strength in the battle world from the beginning, it would have been impossible for so many inheritors to offer him honor points.

Inheritors cherished their honor points.

Unfortunately, it was too late for regrets.

“To earn such a massive amount of honor points like Daohe King, this might be the only instance,” many inheritors from various cosmic races sighed.

To achieve what Luo Feng had done:

Firstly, one must possess a reputation known across billions of cosmic races, and such powerhouses are rare.

Secondly, one must be a Sector Lord. Otherwise, those alien inheritors wouldn't easily challenge them. They weren't fools; only when facing a Sector Lord inheritor would these peerless geniuses confidently believe they would win. After all, they already stood at the pinnacle of King-level Immortals; they were all peerless geniuses.

Indeed, Luo Feng was not the only Sector Lord to arrive at the Land of Inheritance in the history of the Ancestral God Sect, but such instances were extremely rare.

Among those few Sector Lords, two were extremely famous, but none possessed Luo Feng's heaven-defying will.

…

Through this battle, Luo Feng had completely conquered countless inheritors on Purple Thorn Island. They were convinced! Without any external conditions, battling in the battle world, a Sector Lord could stand among the top ranks of the Triple Inheritors. They were convinced!

…

Luo Feng had long been targeted by some super-organizations in the cosmos. As soon as this large-scale series of battles began, a flood of intelligence quickly flowed back to their respective forces through inheritors of various races.

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“Kill! Kill! Kill!”

A roar that made the entire starry sky tremble echoed through the space filled with star-sized flames. Before the majestic Sirius Hall, Sirius Lord's luminous green eyes were filled with insane killing intent. “The human Daohe King cannot be allowed to live!”

In the void before Sirius Hall, a giant serpentine shadow prostrated, somewhat intimidated by this terrifying killing intent.

“His comprehension of laws is so strong, ranking among the absolute top in the Triple Inheritors, competing with countless peerless geniuses from various races,” Sirius Lord roared. “The third stage of the Beast God inheritance must be nearly complete. In terms of law comprehension, he's probably very close to becoming a Universe Venerable.”

“As long as he wishes, he can become an Immortal at any time.”

“Once he becomes an Immortal, with his comprehension so close to a Universe Venerable, plus having so many honor points to accept an astonishing number of inheritances, the repeated inheritances from the Ancestral God Sect will make it even easier for him to become a Universe Venerable. Once he becomes a Universe Venerable, trying to kill him… will be difficult.” Sirius Lord commanded, “Quick, formulate a plan immediately and report it to me. We must seize the time to kill this human.”

“Yes,” the giant serpentine shadow prostrated respectfully.

“Go,” Sirius Lord's luminous green eyes shot out two green beams, landing on the giant serpentine shadow.

Boom.

The giant serpentine shadow was directly teleported out of this space-time, beyond the space-time controlled by Sirius Hall. Immediately, the giant serpentine shadow instantly vanished.

“Human.”

Sirius Lord stood before Sirius Hall, his luminous green eyes constantly flickering with killing intent. Among the Monster Race's Universe Lords, Sirius Lord was definitely among the top when it came to cunning, treachery, and ruthlessness.

“Initially, when I saw that Daohe King, a mere Sector Lord, I didn't pay him much mind. Who would have thought that without the aid of numerous external treasures, he could defeat the vast majority of inheritors in that battle world, and he's still just a Sector Lord! His comprehension of laws is so profound! Coupled with abundant inheritance opportunities…” Sirius Lord had already deemed Daohe King a major threat to the Monster Race's future.

…

In a cosmic secret region, deep within a remote and distant starry domain.

In the void, black ripples spread outwards in circles. At the core of the endless black ripples sat a gigantic, entirely black throne. Only the top of the throne's backrest featured eighteen golden alien skulls. This massive throne was tens of thousands of kilometers high, its entire structure made of black material.

If one gazed upon this black throne, it was as if they saw an endless ocean of blood, blood condensed to its extreme, turning black.

The eighteen golden skulls embedded in the backrest seemed to emit piercing soul-shrieks at all times.

The throne rested at the core of the endless black ripples that enveloped hundreds of millions of kilometers of void.

“Master.”

At the edge of the black ripples, an alien powerhouse with nine scorpion tails and a glossy black body prostrated. His voice, however, directly penetrated the endless ripples. “Our inheritor from the Ancestral God Sect has sent news: that human Daohe King has accepted tens of thousands of challenges, now having fought 2781 battles, losing only 19. He absolutely belongs to the top echelon of King-level Immortal inheritors on Purple Thorn Island, and it can be predicted that he will be able to exchange for an astonishing number of inheritance opportunities, making his probability of becoming a Universe Venerable in the near future extremely high.”

“Hahaha…” A soul-piercing laugh emanated from the black throne. As the laughter began, the previously calm space-time immediately trembled. What were merely endless black ripples before now churned into black waves, as if endless black dragons were chasing and swimming in the void.

“Humanity has produced a peerless genius, and it appears he will become a peerless powerhouse in the not-too-distant future. The most anxious ones are not us, the Prison Race, but humanity's neighbors—the Machine Race, the Monster Race, and the Insectoid Race.”

“Haha… just watch. The assassination attempts targeting this human peerless genius are about to begin.”

“Will this human forge his path through blood and hardship to become a peerless powerhouse, or will he fall midway… I truly look forward to it. Haha… go, go.”

The laughter from the black throne continuously echoed through the space-time.

At the end of the black waves, the alien powerhouse with nine scorpion tails prostrated in salute, then vanished into thin air, having departed.

The ‘Prison Race’, one of the six pinnacle races, originated from a perilous place in the cosmos. They struggled to survive in that perilous land before venturing out. The powerhouses of the Prison Race vary in appearance, looks, and even life essence; some are rock-based lifeforms, others are flesh-and-blood lifeforms.

However, the Prison Race shares a common characteristic: they all originated from that perilous land! They call that perilous and terrifying place ‘Prison’, and their race is thus the Prison Race!

…

A magnificent palace complex, forged from countless crystals, enveloped a region spanning several light-years. Within this crystal palace complex, planets, stars, neutron stars, and more were embedded everywhere like decorations.

Within the palace complex stood a tall tower.

The tower was 3.2 light-years high, soaring upwards, its incomparably sharp spire… emitting a dazzling beam of light that shot directly upwards, into the depths of the endless starry sky. Wherever this light beam passed, any planet or star was pierced through, its power lasting for nearly an entire star system before finally weakening completely.

Powerhouses lived within the palace complex.

Before the tower stood two Universe Venerable guards. They possessed perfect bodies forged from crystals, almost identical in height, with flawless, impeccable appearances. They both wore ancient dark green armor, which exuded a terrifying pressure. Both had golden eyes on their foreheads, emitting invisible fluctuations that spread outwards, monitoring the vast area around the entire tower.

Inside the tower.

“My Lord, that is the situation,” a powerhouse prostrated in the grand hall.

And above that grand hall.

A figure clad in a golden, ornate robe, whose entire crystal-forged divine body faintly glowed, with a golden eye on its forehead, looked down, as if directly piercing the mind of the Universe Venerable below.

“How interesting. The human race thrives on numbers, and every human possesses great potential. I didn't expect such a genius to emerge. Issue the order: classify this human Daohe King as a ‘Bifei-level alien’.” The voice was gentle, yet it possessed a power that naturally commanded belief from powerhouses.

“Yes, my Lord.”

…

The six pinnacle races, the Starry Sky Behemoth Alliance, the Northern Territory Alliance, and other cosmic super-organizations all received the news.

…

At the highest point of Thunder Island in the Virtual Universe, within the palace amidst the endless currents.

A flickering phantom stood before the palace, then entered the grand hall. Upon reaching the center of the hall, he respectfully said, “Chaos City Lord, the alien races are almost certainly going to attempt to assassinate Luo Feng soon. How should we respond? Please instruct us, City Lord.”

“Assassination?” Chaos City Lord's voice came. “Shadow, why are you so certain?”

The blurry phantom paused slightly, then replied, “Daohe King has accepted over 620,000 challenges, and his record from the last three thousand battles—does the City Lord not know? I already sent you the email.”

“Luo Feng has accepted 620,000 challenges?” A golden-robed figure emerged from the endless currents; it was Chaos City Lord. Chaos City Lord lightly tapped the void, and three letters floated down, clearly indicating that he hadn't read a single email sent by his subordinate, Shadow Lord.