Swallowing the Stars: Becoming a God Starting with a Hundred Generations of Talent

Chapter 79 Luo Feng's Clumsy Method [Third Update]

He thought of Luo Feng.

In the previous Genius Battle, Luo Feng used this rule to train hard in the Trial Tower and raised his strength to an unbelievable level.

"My goal is to be ranked number one in the universe."

"My fundamental law of water is still one step away from completion."

Luo Yun knew very well what was going on.

He must seize every opportunity to make up for his shortcomings.

So, Luo Yun began his plan.

He strode toward the towering black tower that rose into the sky in the center of the desert.

I wonder if it was because Luo Feng's performance in the previous competition was so amazing that it served as a model.

In a short time, more than half of the over one million geniuses adopted a strategy similar to Luo Yun's.

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After entering the first level of the Trial Tower, they did not rush upwards.

After quickly dealing with the guards, he sat down cross-legged on the spot and began his cultivation.

The entire trial slowed down considerably.

Only a few geniuses who lack confidence in their abilities or have an impatient personality are frantically sprinting, trying to seize an early ranking advantage.

This has led to a very strange phenomenon.

On the huge overall ranking list outside, many promising top geniuses, such as Morosa, Xianyin, and even Luo Yun, are ranked very low, even hundreds of thousands of places away.

The virtual universe is a viewing platform specially created for this battle of geniuses.

More than a thousand immortal powerhouses from various cosmic nations are gathered here.

They watched the constantly scrolling rankings on the central screen and began to discuss them animatedly.

"Hehe, look at these little guys."

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An immortal deity with two horns on its head sneered, "They're all following Luo Feng's example and staying on the first level."

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"A bunch of idiots," another immortal with a violent aura sneered.

"Do they really think they're Luo Feng?"

"Yes," another immortal nodded in agreement.

"Insight into the laws requires a flash of inspiration, a gradual accumulation of knowledge and experience. Do you think delaying will help? Foolish."

"Just watch, in the end, those true geniuses who know how to prioritize will leave them far behind."

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These immortals had such lofty vision.

They saw right through these geniuses' thoughts and their words were full of disdain.

In their view, such clumsy imitation is completely meaningless.

time flies.

In the blink of an eye, half a year has passed.

The fighting and cultivation within the trial space have continued for one hundred and forty days.

On the massive overall ranking list outside, the data is also fluctuating wildly.

At this moment, the person in first place is a young man named Rego, from the Giant Rock Universe Kingdom.

His score is far ahead, and he has already passed the third level of the fifth trial tower.

However, both the immortal powerhouses in the virtual universe's viewing plane and the various forces that have a clear understanding of top geniuses know that this ranking is only temporary.

Rego cannot be the final winner.

Because the three who truly stood at the very top—Morosa, Xianyin, and Wuchi—were still advancing steadily within the Trial Tower.

Like the most experienced hunters, they made the most of the ten days on each level, frantically squeezing out every bit of potential to improve their strength.

Their rankings are even hundreds of thousands away, but no one dares to underestimate them in the slightest.

The second trial tower, the seventh floor.

After he destroyed the Zerg mother hive, a cold notification sound rang in his ears.

Congratulations! You have passed the second trial tower.

"It's been one hundred and forty days."

Luo Yun let out a long breath, feeling the improvement in his understanding of the laws, and a look of satisfaction appeared on his face.

On a whim, he pulled up his ranking.

"If I stay on each floor for ten days at a time, my speed will definitely be among the worst. My ranking—I'm afraid it's already dropped to outside the top seven or eight hundred thousand," Luo Yun secretly guessed.

After all, there are only a little over a million geniuses in total.

But when the rankings on the virtual screen came into clear view, he was stunned.

[Participant: Luo Yun (Ancient Wheel Universe Kingdom)]

Points: 770000

[Rank: 602,588]

"Six hundred thousand?"

Luo Yun was somewhat stunned; this number far exceeded his expectations.

He instinctively scrolled down and discovered that there were nearly 400,000 more names following his ranking!

"Outrageous."

Luo Yun's lips twitched involuntarily, then she burst into laughter.

"It seems I'm not the only one with the same idea as Luo Feng—in fact, there are over 300,000 people who can hold out even longer than me."

He shook his head, no longer paying attention to this temporarily meaningless ranking.

For him, the ranking is meaningless; seizing this precious time to improve himself is the key.

With a hum, the scene changed, and Luo Yun's figure appeared on the first floor of the third trial tower.

It was still a vast, boundless plain, and the earth-shaking roar of ten thousand beasts still echoed.

Ten thousand even larger mammoths roared and charged forward.

Their aura was far more powerful than that of the first tower.

Luo Yun remained calm and immediately unleashed his movement technique, "Nine Threads Flow".

Swish!Swish!Swish!

In an instant, more than seventy phantom clones identical to him appeared across the entire battlefield, each wielding a sharp sword and facing the charging mammoth beasts.

Compared to six months ago when he could only barely create more than forty clones, he has now greatly improved both the number of clones and their solidity.

Luo Yun's figure weaved through the beast horde, his sword flashing, reaping the lives of mammoths with precision and efficiency.

He showed no impatience, but was simply immersed in the practice of honing his physical skills.

"No rush."

Take your time.

In the universe, on countless planets in countless galaxies, billions of intelligent beings are watching this once-in-a-millennium event through a virtual cosmic network.

However, as time went on, a sense of disappointment began to spread among the spectators.

In the public viewing areas of the various space nations, discussions were in full swing.

"What are this year's geniuses doing?"

"Yeah, it's been almost half a year, why is everyone so slow?"

"I remember last year, that guy named Bolan swept through the competition, unstoppable! That's what a battle of geniuses is all about! That's what real passion is!"

"That's right! Geniuses of the past were fearless and radiant. Why are these people now climbing the tower like tortoises, moving at a snail's pace?"

"It's so boring. Those ranked at the top aren't exactly famous geniuses. The real prodigies, like Morosa and Xianyin, are still hovering around in the hundreds of thousands."

"What a disappointment! There's absolutely no passion in it!"

Countless spectators were complaining.

What they wanted to see was a fierce battle, a performance by unparalleled geniuses that swept everything in its path.

Instead of the current situation, where the vast majority of people are stuck at lower levels, slowly wasting time.

Lan Yangxing, the ancestral home of the Luo family.

Inside the council hall, Luo Shan, Luo Zhan, and other family elders were also sitting around a huge screen.

On the screen was Luo Yun's embarrassing ranking of over 600,000.

However, unlike the hustle and bustle and disappointment outside, the atmosphere here was peaceful.

"Clan leader, Xiaoyun's ranking is a bit low." A younger deacon couldn't help but speak up, his tone tinged with worry.

"No rush."

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Clan Chief Luo Shan picked up his teacup, took a small sip, and remained composed.

"What's the rush?" The burly Seventh Uncle, Luo Zhan, laughed heartily, his voice booming. "Our Luo family has waited for tens of millions of years, what's the rush for such a short time?"

His radiant light swept over the tribespeople present, his eyes filled with absolute trust.

"As long as Luo Yun hasn't been eliminated, there is hope."

"Yes," Third Uncle Luo Ming nodded, his eyes deep. "This is only the first round. Xiao Yun definitely has his own plans. I believe in him."

Not urgent.

These two words encapsulate the mindset of the entire Luo family at this moment.

They experienced a journey from glory to decline, and then saw a glimmer of hope amidst despair.

Their character has long been tempered by the years, making them incredibly resilient.

For them, as long as Luo Yun was still on the field, there was nothing to worry about.

His ranking will always improve.

All they have to do is wait.

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