Swallowing the Stars: Analyzing All Things

"Alright..."

Commander Chi stared at him for a long time before finally sighing, "I guess I made a wasted trip."

He turned and walked towards the door.

He took a couple of steps, then stopped, turned back to look at Commander Xian with a meaningful look in his eyes, and said, "Brother Xian, that young man is indeed quite good. Keep a close eye on him and make sure he doesn't die halfway through."

"rest assured."

Commander Xian nodded, his tone becoming more serious.

Commander Chi said no more and stepped out of the quiet room. Although Lin Yan's performance was amazing, he was only a fourth-level universe-level being. Whether he could grow stronger in the future was another matter.

Realm Lord...

It's not that easy to cultivate.

He was just trying it out; if he could pry it open, he would; if he couldn't, he wouldn't lose anything, since he was just passing by and doing it on a whim.

……

The quiet room returned to silence.

Commander Xian closed his eyes again, and the power of the world surged once more. However, not long after, a slight vibration came from his wristwatch—

Important Legion Communication!

He raised his hand and tapped it, and a light screen unfolded in front of him.

The screen displayed a loot reward distribution table, densely listing names and their corresponding reward items.

"Have the spoils been tallied?" Commander Xian's gaze swept across the screen.

The routine procedure after each legion-level battle—in addition to the normal military merit rewards, the legion will also redistribute the captured spoils according to the performance on the battlefield.

The disposal of the collected spoils of war—whether to sell them for military merit or distribute the valuable resources directly to those who have made contributions—is entirely up to the Immortal Military Lord.

"We've had quite a good harvest this time!"

Commander Xian continued to look at the list. The list contained many items, including cosmic crystals, alloy materials, standard weapons, fragments of demon carapaces, and many rare spoils of war.

Every allocation clearly indicates the name of the beneficiary. Some are realm lords, some are outstanding domain lords, and a very few are cosmic-level elites.

He found his assigned list, and his gaze suddenly stopped on a line of text.

Name: Ghost Soul Source Crystal

Quantity: 1.

"Effect: Contains pure spiritual energy, which is of great benefit to the cultivation of spiritual practitioners."

"Limitation: Absorption below the cosmic level can easily cause consciousness collapse. Please use with caution."

Distributor: Xian Cheng

Commander Xian's gaze lingered for a moment, the image of that young man appearing in his mind.

He pondered for a moment, then raised his hand and tapped the screen, directly replacing his name with Lin Yan and adding a note afterward.

This Nether Soul Source Crystal might be a precious treasure for a Domain Lord, but for a Realm Lord, this level of Nether Soul Source Crystal is no longer of much use.

To him, it was just a small trinket that he could easily give away, but to a cosmic-level spiritualist, it was a rare opportunity.

of course.

If there are enough Nether Soul Source Crystals, it would be a rare opportunity for the Realm Lord.

The distribution list on the screen was quickly distributed, and Commander Xian closed his eyes again. The power of the world surged once more, and the entire meditation room was immediately enveloped in a calm pressure.

……

In a void extremely far from the Fogfall Star Belt, a biological spaceship with a diameter of no more than 100 meters is traveling at sub-light speed.

Inside the command center, two figures sat facing each other.

Calling them "human figures" is not accurate; they should be described as two human-bodied, beast-headed demon puppets, each over three meters tall.

The head resembles a monitor lizard, with a broad snout and a row of fine serrations extending from the corners of the mouth to the base of the ears. The dark yellow vertical pupils are half-open and half-closed.

The other is a centipede's head, with long hair cascading down its back, and occasionally a few tiny segmented legs protruding from between the strands of hair, swaying gently unconsciously.

"Tell me, what's going on?"

The lizard-headed demon spoke, its voice rough and deep, as one paw casually rubbed the dusty ring on its finger—his true form was hidden inside.

The true forms of these two powerful demons are not currently inside this spaceship. When venturing into the cosmos, powerful demons have their own mature and safe methods of operation.

The reason is simple—

The true powerhouses among the demon race are often enormous. A fully grown centipede can easily be thousands of meters long. If it were to travel on an ordinary spaceship, it wouldn't even be able to squeeze through the hatch.

Even if there were specially made giant warships to house them, it would be too conspicuous, like carrying a torch in the dark on an extraterrestrial battlefield.

Therefore, their true forms are hidden within the World Ring, and they carry the ring in puppet form, traveling by spaceship.

If faced with ordinary danger, the true form can emerge from the ring in the blink of an eye.

Even in extreme difficulties—

With their true power, they could easily blast the entire ring world apart and forcibly tear through space to escape.

Of course, only the strongest among the demon race can afford to play this game, since a world ring is extremely valuable, something that ordinary demon warriors wouldn't even dare to dream of.

"That human, Fan Yu, is not a high-level immortal military lord!"

A cold glint flashed in the immortal vertical pupils of the Thousand-Legged Centipede Clan. "I suffered a great loss when I fought him. His strength is barely at the Marquis level, and he may even be hiding something."

"Barely granted a title of nobility?"

The lizard-headed demon's vertical pupils narrowed slightly, and he stopped stroking the ring. He remained silent for a moment, then let out a low hum, which sounded like a mixture of disdain and apprehension.

In the hierarchy of immortals, the lowest level is the Immortal Military Lord—also known as the "Ordinary Immortal."

The gaps are equally significant at this level.

The weaker immortal military lords have barely stepped into the threshold of immortality, while the stronger ones have already touched the threshold of being enfeoffed as marquises, just one step away from the finish line.

According to the famous "Bridge to Heaven" classification standard within the Human Virtual Universe Company—

Those who can pass the 10th floor are considered Immortal Military Lords. With each additional floor they pass, their strength increases. Floors 11 through 14 are all within the realm of Immortal Military Lords.

Between the peak of the Immortal Army Lord and the initial level of the Marquis, if we only consider combat power, the difference is not huge, and sometimes it is only a fine line. The real gap lies in another aspect.

Immortality!

This is the biggest difference between an immortal military lord and an immortal marquis.

Immortal gods who possess an immortal body can be regenerated and reborn in an instant even if they are shattered thousands of times. If their opponents reveal even a single flaw, they may suffer severe damage or even perish.

In the eyes of many immortal gods, this is the key.

Those immortal military lords who have not yet achieved immortality are nothing more than cannon fodder and grunts among the immortals. In the real high-end battlefield, they don't even have the qualifications to engage in direct combat.

To kill an immortal being with an immortal body, there are usually only two methods: soul destruction or forced annihilation.

But regardless of the type, the requirements are extremely high.

……