Swallowing the Stars: Starting with the Primal Tenfold Talent

In the 9th World Zone of the Universe, all participants can fly to a height of about nine thousand meters above the ground. Above that, there is an invisible barrier.

And above the septum,

Virtual spaceships of various shapes floated like stars in the sky, densely packed and stretching for tens of thousands of kilometers, completely covering the entire Ninth World District.

This is not unique to the 9th World Zone; the skies above all the world zones for cosmic and star-level qualifiers are covered by such spectator ships.

This final qualifying match was not broadcast live; to watch it in real time, you had to buy a virtual spaceship ticket to "attend the event in person."

Even the high ticket prices couldn't dampen the enthusiasm of hundreds of millions of people in the Yanlong Universe Kingdom.

According to real-time statistics from Virtual Universe Company, more than ten million spectator ships have gathered in the skies above the Ninth World Zone alone, carrying more than 10 billion viewers. Among them are ordinary citizens of the Flame Dragon Universe Kingdom, as well as wealthy and powerful people from thousands of surrounding medium-sized civilizations, and even many veteran powerhouses who have been in seclusion for many years, who have come specifically to witness this peak duel between cosmic-level powerhouses.

Each spacecraft can accommodate tens of thousands of spectators and, through a high-definition observation system, can magnify and view any corner of half of the planet. Unless the contestants hide in a sealed building, their every move can be clearly captured.

This is the most magnificent event in human history, and the terrifying impact it has had!

On one of the smaller spacecraft, Meng Qinglan stood alone in front of the observation window.

Through the spacecraft's exterior simulation system.

She could see everything on the ground clearly and followed Meng Jingrong's trail from beginning to end.

The wealthy and powerful Meng Qinglan chartered an entire spaceship, allowing her to freely control it and travel to any world zone for observation.

"Too easy!"

Watching her elder brother effortlessly take first place in the Ninth World Zone, Meng Qinglan felt a pang of sympathy for the other participants in that zone.

"Their flight speeds differ by a thousand times, and their strengths are on completely different levels. For Big Brother, this battle requires no luck at all."

Wherever Meng Jingrong went, nothing grew. Meng Qinglan even saw a powerful expert who had comprehended the laws of lightning, who had painstakingly collected 20 totem marks, only to be met with her elder brother...

"What a tragedy!"

Meng Qinglan shook her head helplessly, her gaze shifting to the personal terminal in her hand. Two lists were displayed on the screen at the same time: the 9th World Zone at the Universe Level and the 57th World Zone at the Eternal Level.

"Xiao Feng is quite impressive. In less than an hour, he has climbed to 96th place in the 57th World Zone."

Meng Qinglan glanced at her elder brother again, then steered the spaceship towards its destination—World Sector 57 of the Heng Star System...

World Zone 57, Star Rating.

The gravity here is less than one percent of that in a cosmic-level world zone, but for a star-level powerhouse, such an environment still exerts immense pressure.

This is a grayish-brown planet, and on it stands a steel city.

At the top of the city's tallest skyscraper, Lin Youfeng, clad in black armor and wielding the Golden Mang Spear, stared sharply at the dozen or so figures flying in from the sky.

More than ten figures quickly dispersed around the building, trapping Lin Youfeng firmly in the center.

"Friend, having acquired 13 Flame Dragon Totems, you still dare to stand so arrogantly atop this building. It seems you're quite confident in your own abilities!"

One of the lean, blue-skinned youths sneered, standing on a fourth-tier psychic weapon—the Frostwind Blade.

"Twelve."

Lin Youfeng coldly swept his gaze over the twelve people in front of him.

The silver screen on his wrist brace lit up, displaying lines of data: among the twelve contestants, seven held the Flame Dragon Mark, with the leading blue-skinned boy possessing a staggering nine marks, second only to his own thirteen.

"Let's do it!"

The lean, blue-skinned boy gave a low shout.

They were all rising stars among the geniuses of the Flame Dragon Dojo, and naturally chose to join forces when they met in the same world zone.

In this preliminary round where the number of Flame Dragon Marks determines the winner, joining forces to defeat strong opponents and share the marks is far more likely to secure qualification than going it alone.

Upon hearing the lean young man's order, the other eleven acted in unison without the slightest hesitation.

"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!"

Two sounds of air being torn apart rang out almost simultaneously. A silver light, like a shooting star chasing the moon, and a green light, like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, shot towards Lin Youfeng at the same time.

The remaining ten were martial artists, who simultaneously brandished their weapons and launched a massive pincer attack on Lin Youfeng.

"die!"

Lin Youfeng's eyes narrowed, and with a thought, the Golden Thrust Spear in his hand suddenly burst forth with dazzling golden light as he swept the spear horizontally.

A golden light streaked across the sky at an astonishing speed, cutting through a large arc.

First, it accurately collided with the two incoming telekinetic weapons.

"Clang!" "Clang!" After two crisp, loud sounds, the two psychic weapons were directly knocked away, turning into two streaks of light and falling into the distance.

Immediately afterwards, the spear swept past the remaining ten warriors with unstoppable force.

In an instant, all sorts of weapons flew through the air, and blood splattered everywhere.

"There's still one alive."

Lin Youfeng glanced at a burly figure retreating rapidly at an astonishing speed, a hint of surprise flashing across his face.

The burly man, nearly five meters tall, wielded a heavy black shield and a broadsword. At the crucial moment, he managed to withstand the attack by relying on the shield.

Despite having both arms severed, his chest caved in, and his breath extremely weak, he miraculously survived.

Upon seeing this, the gaunt young man and the other mentalist's expressions changed drastically.

Without hesitation, they activated their internal psychic powers, manipulating the flying psychic weapons beneath their feet, and fled rapidly into the distance.

"Too...too strong! His comprehension of the Law of Metal has probably already caught up with those weaker Realm Lords!"

During the flight, the lean young man broke out in a cold sweat. He had already reached the ninth level of the Wind Domain, but compared to Lin Youfeng, the gap was like heaven and earth.

"This is terrible luck! Perhaps only the top three Eternal Star-level geniuses in the Flame Dragon Dojo have a chance against this freak!"

A multitude of thoughts raced through the mind of the wiry, blue-skinned boy, his heart filled with regret.

"call--!!"

Just then, the lean young man's expression changed drastically again, as an extremely strong sense of crisis came from behind him.

He turned around abruptly and saw a dazzling golden aurora streaking across the sky, rapidly closing the distance to him at an even faster speed.

"Friend, spare my life!"

Sensing that Lin Youfeng's speed far surpassed his own, the lean young man immediately transmitted his voice: "I have important information about other top geniuses. Also, after the competition, I can compensate you with universe coins, just please spare my life!"

"No need!" Lin Youfeng said.

Upon hearing the refusal, a fierce glint flashed in the lean young man's eyes. He decisively changed his flight direction, and a trickle of bright red blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

In an instant, the speed of the Cold Wind Blade suddenly increased by nearly 30%, transforming into a streak of blue light.

"Do you think you can escape?"

Lin Youfeng's lips curled up slightly, with a hint of sarcasm.

A golden aura emanated from him, and his speed also increased by 30%. The distance, which was not far to begin with, was shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Faster!" The lean youth's eyes were bloodshot, and blood kept gushing from the corner of his mouth, staining the armor on his chest.

After fleeing for more than ten kilometers, a hint of joy finally appeared on his face.

"go!"

He suddenly raised his hand and waved it, and a blue swordfish flew away from the lean boy and arrived behind the heavily injured, burly man's companion in the blink of an eye.

"don't want!"

The burly man turned back in despair, his eyes filled with incomprehension.

But the blue light was too fast, giving him no chance to react, and pierced his forehead directly.

The burly man's eyes were wide open, still holding a trace of resentment and disbelief.

"Thump!"

The burly man's body lay stiffly on the road. He never imagined that he would die at the hands of his own comrade.

The lean young man stared intently at the screen on his wrist guard, watching the number of Flame Dragon Marks increase from 9 to 10. He finally breathed a sigh of relief, his tense nerves relaxing slightly, and the icy wind blades beneath his feet slowly came to a stop.

"Friend, may I ask your name?"

The lean young man slowly turned around, looking at Lin Youfeng with a relaxed expression, his voice carrying a hint of curiosity.

"I don't like people who betray their companions," Lin Youfeng said coldly.

A golden light flashed by, so fast that the lean young man couldn't even see Lin Youfeng's movements before he felt a sharp pain in his forehead and his consciousness instantly went dark.

Lin Youfeng expressionlessly sheathed the Golden Mang Spear, the bloodstains on the spear tip dripping onto the road.

Meanwhile, at the distant horizon, another mentalist had already escaped beyond the arm guard's sensing range.

"With that kind of strength, it's no wonder they've been able to collect so many marks."

Lin Youfeng looked down at the screen on his arm guard, where the information displayed was:

Contestant: Lin Youfeng (Yunhe Empire)

Flame Dragon Mark: 22

Ranking: 26

"Then kill them!"

Lin Youfeng's eyes gleamed, and he thought to himself, "Geniuses from hundreds of millions of star systems in the Yanlong Universe Kingdom have gathered here. I hope someone can truly force me to use the laws of space! As my teacher's disciple, I cannot disgrace him."

Then, Lin Youfeng, wielding the Golden Mang Spear, transformed into a streak of light and began a new round of slaughter on this gray-brown planet.

Blood splattered everywhere!

Head thrown into the air!

The rankings are also constantly rising!

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