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

Chapter 82 The Last Person Successfully Breaks Through [Sixth Update]

Virtual universe, spectator plane.

More than a thousand immortal gods calmly watched the final list being finalized.

"It seems that the top three in this competition are these three." An immortal spoke slowly, his voice echoing through the space.

"Hmm, they both stopped at the first floor of the sixth tower, their strengths are evenly matched."

"What a pity." Another powerful immortal shook his head and sighed, "In the end, no one was able to pass the sixth tower. Compared to the previous generation, they are indeed somewhat inferior."

These words immediately resonated with many immortals.

"yes."

"The last cohort was truly a constellation of stars, a place teeming with geniuses!" one of the immortals couldn't help but exclaim. "Madman" Luo Feng, "Death God" Bo Lan, and Rong Jun—weren't they all once-in-a-millennium prodigies?"

"Indeed. Especially Luo Feng and Bolan, those two monsters. Bolan's understanding of the laws of space is simply inconceivable in the Hengxing realm. And Luo Feng, he even created a miracle, forcefully breaking through to the seventh tower!"

Many of the legendary figures reminisced when the glory of the previous edition was mentioned.

That year's Battle of the Geniuses was so shocking that it is still talked about today.

However, at that moment, another gentle voice rang out.

"That's not how you put it."

The one who spoke was an immortal woman, whose voice seemed to possess a strange magic that gradually calmed the noisy discussions.

"What was the situation in the last one? It was a golden age that was rare even in countless eras! It gathered the fortune of countless eras, which is why unparalleled geniuses like Luo Feng and Bo Lan were born."

"It's inherently unfair to compare this session with that session."

The immortal words of this woman caused many powerful figures to fall into deep thought.

indeed.

The previous one was absolutely incredible.

It's so defying nature that it seems it shouldn't exist in this era.

"That's right." Another immortal nodded in agreement. "The last one was an exception and cannot be used as a regular standard."

Based on the average level of previous Genius Battles, the fact that Xianyin, Morosa, and the other two could reach the entrance of the Sixth Tower already makes them extremely top-tier geniuses. The overall level of this year's battles definitely surpasses the average, making it a truly excellent Genius Battle.

This viewpoint has gained even more enduring recognition.

"Hmm, that makes sense."

"Indeed, we can't always use those few perverts as the standard."

The immortals discussed it extensively and reached a conclusion on the final outcome of this session.

In their view, the top three are already decided, and the only suspense lies in the minor changes in the rankings.

Another month has passed.

The fourth trial tower, the seventh floor.

This is the world of the Zerg.

In the sky, tens of thousands of razor mantises and exploding flying insects gathered into patches of black clouds.

At the core of that swarm of insects, hovered an incredibly enormous monster.

It has a bloated and ferocious body, with countless tentacles waving in the air, emitting a nauseating mental fluctuation.

—The Zerg Queen!

"Hiss—!"

With a sharp screech from the Queen Mother, tens of thousands of Zerg warriors surged forth from all directions, like a tide receiving a command, engulfing the tiny human figure in the center.

Luo Yun stood in the center of this swarm of insects.

He held an ordinary telekinetic weapon, his expression calm.

At this moment, ninety-nine identical phantom clones around him were engaged in a fierce battle with the endless insectoid warriors.

puff!puff!

Sword light flashed, and every second hundreds or thousands of Zerg were torn to pieces.

However, there were too many Zerg.

Killing one batch will immediately hatch more, which will surge forward fearlessly.

"Not enough."

"Almost there."

Luo Yun's main consciousness was completely immersed in the deduction of "The Flow of Ten Thousand Lines".

Ninety-nine clones were already his limit.

This means that his consciousness has split into ninety-nine parts.

However, to break through to the "100-line flow", it needs to be split into 100 parts.

The difference between ninety-nine and one hundred may seem like just one number, but it is an insurmountable chasm.

That was a qualitative change.

"point!"

Luo Yun silently urged himself, attempting to split one of his consciousnesses apart again.

hum!

A sharp, needle-like pain shot through his soul, and his ninety-nine clones froze for a moment, nearly being overwhelmed by the swarm of insects.

"no."

"Forcing a split will only lead to a collapse of consciousness."

Luo Yun's main consciousness calmly analyzed the situation.

He continuously manipulated his ninety-nine clones, searching for a glimmer of hope for a breakthrough under the extreme pressure of the insect swarm.

Time slips away, bit by bit.

The Zerg offensive became increasingly frantic, and Luo Yun's operational space was constantly being compressed.

Just then.

A sudden realization flashed through Luo Yun's mind.

"Divide, don't tear apart."

"Instead—it's derived."

Like a big tree, instead of splitting the trunk, it naturally grows its hundredth branch.

As soon as this thought arose, Luo Yun's tense mind instantly relaxed.

He no longer attempts to force a split.

Instead, let nature take its course.

The buzzing sound seemed to come naturally.

Beyond the ninety-nine clones, the one hundredth figure quietly coalesced into form.

One hundred Luo Yuns appeared on the battlefield simultaneously.

Each one is lifelike, with a completely consistent aura.

The moment the hundredth clone appeared, everything changed.

One hundred clones, no longer fighting individually.

They seem to form a mysterious connection, creating a perfect whole.

—The Hundred-Line Flow is complete!

"kill."

Luo Yun's main consciousness uttered a cold word.

boom!

One hundred figures transformed into one hundred streaks of light, forming a storm of sword blades.

That was no longer a simple attack, but an impeccable killing formation!

Where the storm passed, whether it was the hard-edged mantis or the fearless exploding flying insect, they were all instantly shredded into a sky full of blood and flesh.

The insect swarm was forcibly torn open, creating a huge gash.

Luo Yun's true form took a step forward and appeared directly in front of the insect queen.

One hundred sword lights descended simultaneously from all directions!

"Hiss!"

The Queen Mother let out a desperate scream, and her enormous body was instantly sliced ​​into countless pieces.

Congratulations! You have passed the fourth trial tower.

Luo Yun slowly exhaled, feeling the seamless control over the hundred clones, and a smile appeared on his face.

And this moment.

The surrounding area was in an uproar.

Because, of the more than one million participants in the entire trial space, he is now the only one left!

Everyone was eliminated.

Only he is still forging ahead!

"It's over. Everyone else is finished."

"My God, only Luo Yun is left!"

"Is he about to begin his final sprint?"

All eyes, including those of millions of geniuses and over a thousand immortal powerhouses, were focused on the only name that was still ticking.

"Hundred-line flow!"

Among the immortal gods watching the battle, some exclaimed in amazement.

"He actually broke through to the Hundred Lines... Flow level at the very last moment!"

"Incredible! Such comprehension and such temperament are truly exceptional."

"It seems there's still some suspense about this year's champion!"

A bright smile appeared on Salen's face.

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