Swallowing the Stars: Starting with the Primal Tenfold Talent

"Again!"

Lin Youfeng abandoned his contempt and leaped up.

Golden energy swirled around him, and the Law of Metal erupted at full power, causing the heavens and earth to tremble and distort with its terrifying aura.

At this moment, he seemed to be the master of the entire cave, like a god descending to earth.

Meng Jingrong, standing below, appears to be just an ordinary person.

The two formed an extreme contrast.

"Master, in the past thirty years, I have created this move, 'Starfall,' perfectly integrating the principles of metal that I have comprehended. You must be careful!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Youfeng, like a god who created the world, transformed into a golden streak of light, and his spear, carrying boundless power, smashed fiercely towards Meng Jingrong!

"interesting."

Meng Jingrong spoke calmly, "This move demonstrates a rather skillful application of the metal element's 'sharpness.' It seems you haven't slacked off in the past thirty years. If you could incorporate the 'indestructible' characteristic, the power of this move could be increased dozens of times."

As he spoke, he calmly raised his hand, and a stream of water rippled on the withered branch, gently touching the tip of the spear.

"Um?"

Lin Youfeng's expression changed drastically. Countless strange rotating forces emanated from the spear, making it difficult for his seventh-level Hengxing body to grip it.

The spear slid along the trajectory of the withered branch, and its destructive power was neutralized without a trace.

Meng Jingrong stepped forward.

Like an old man doing his morning exercise in the park, he slowly and lightly raised his hand and slid it toward the armor on Lin Youfeng's chest.

Although Lin Youfeng was surprised, he immediately swung his spear and swept it towards Meng Jingrong.

The power of this sweep could pulverize an entire mountain range.

But strangely, Lin Youfeng seemed to be trapped in amber, existing in a different dimension of time.

puff."

Lin Youfeng watched helplessly as the branch slowly swept across his chest. Looking down, he saw that his armor had been neatly sliced ​​through like tofu, leaving only a smooth mark.

He looked down at the cut on his chest, gently running his fingers over it, and stood there stunned for a moment.

"I lost."

Lin Youfeng looked at Meng Jingrong, his eyes full of confusion, "Teacher, why are you so slow, yet I can't dodge at all?"

"Because of time, the flow of time is different, so you naturally don't have time to dodge," Meng Jingrong said.

Over the past four thousand years, although Meng Jingrong has not fully grasped the concept of time slowing down, he has already achieved considerable expertise in this area.

"Is the difference really that big?" Lin Youfeng was somewhat dazed.

He found it extremely difficult to even understand how the teacher applied the rules.

"The universe is vast; your achievements are utterly insignificant."

Meng Jingrong looked at Lin Youfeng and continued to criticize, "On any random fringe planet, there are martial artists who have comprehended the realm at the planetary level."

"This disciple is dull-witted." Lin Youfeng looked ashamed. Compared with the others on Ziwei Star, he was indeed exceptionally talented, but in his teacher's eyes, he would always be so naive.

"But don't be discouraged."

Meng Jingrong paused for a moment, then said, "Your talent is considered that of an ordinary genius even in the universe."

Lin Youfeng's talent is so great that he can be considered a top genius even in the entire Qianwu Universe Kingdom.

But Ziwei Star is too small, like a small pond, and cannot provide Lin Youfeng with any tempering or training.

Meng Jingrong primarily adopted a policy of suppression towards this disciple he had raised from childhood.

He is resilient, but he is prone to becoming complacent in favorable circumstances. Only through continuous refinement can his potential be truly unleashed.

"Two perverts!" Meng Qinglan rolled her eyes.

She lifted her fingertip, and a chess piece landed steadily on the chessboard, blocking Meng Jingrong's path. "Brother, you lost again. You always deliberately let me win. It's so boring."

Looking at Meng Qinglan's bright appearance, Meng Jingrong's eyes were filled with a doting smile, "My little sister's chess skills are getting better and better, I really can't beat her anymore."

"I'm not stupid. You were clearly letting me win on purpose." Meng Qinglan pouted slightly, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible.

"I'm not cooking anymore, I'm going to make dinner."

She stood up, turned to look at Lin Youfeng beside her, and asked gently, "Xiaofeng, what would you like to eat?"

"Uncle-Master, I want to eat fish!" Lin Youfeng put away his spear, scratched his head and grinned sheepishly. "I haven't had it in years, and I'm really craving it."

"What delicacies haven't you eaten outside? Those chefs are far better than me," Meng Qinglan said with a laugh.

"There are no fish in caves outside."

Lin Youfeng shook his head, his tone serious, "Besides, no matter how good the food outside is, it can never taste like home."

He had been practicing under the tutelage of Meng Jingrong and Meng Qinglan since childhood, and his feelings for his teachers and uncles were already like those for his own parents.

After the meal, Meng Jingrong also gave Yi'an guidance on her cultivation, from which she benefited greatly.

As the head of the Sword Sect, Yi An was always good at reading people's expressions. After helping to tidy up, she took her leave first.

Lin Youfeng stayed in the cave for more than a month, and under Meng Jingrong's guidance, he gained a clearer understanding of the future path of the Law of Metal.

Perhaps due to being in seclusion in the cave for too long, Meng Qinglan gradually felt restless.

Feeling restless, she went out for a stroll with Lin Youfeng.

She usually lives in the cave, only occasionally going out to travel for a year or two.

Aside from her and Lin Youfeng, only her sworn brother Cheng Molin occasionally came to the secret realm for a short stay of a month or two.

Now that Cheng Molin is gone, Meng Jingrong is the only one left in the vast cave.

After gaining ten times the talent of the original ancestor, Meng Jingrong became even more diligent in his cultivation, almost always immersed in it.

He slowly walked to the center of the bluestone platform, sat cross-legged on the spot, and gradually subsided his aura, merging with the entire cave.

He did not immediately go into seclusion, but quietly felt the surrounding plants and trees, and felt time slowly flowing in the cave.

A golden sword mark slowly appeared between Meng Jingrong's brows, and this mark faintly emitted a chilling fluctuation of law.

The golden sword gradually disappeared, and then the mark of the divine tree appeared.

As the divine tree imprint faded, the imprints of the eight fundamental laws emerged one after another.

If a realm lord-level expert were to witness this scene, he would surely be so shocked that he would question his very existence.

Only elite realm masters can gain the recognition of a system of fundamental laws.

Meng Jingrong, who was only at the minor universe level, had actually comprehended the eight fundamental laws to such a profound degree.

Having experienced the helplessness of losing a loved one tragically in his youth, Meng Jingrong has an almost obsessive fixation on the word "become stronger".

Even with ten times the talent of the original ancestor, he still dared not relax in the slightest.

For four thousand springs, autumns, winters, and summers, he steadfastly adhered to the extremely tedious path of cultivation, working tirelessly day and night.

Even without the guidance of inherited secret techniques, everything must be figured out by oneself in the dark.

But with his obsessive persistence and astonishing comprehension, his understanding of the laws of heaven and earth had already reached an incredibly terrifying level.

In Meng Jingrong's heart, only when one's own strength is strong enough can one truly protect the people and things one cares about.

Just like the Purple Star at this moment, thousands of lights are shining, creating a peaceful and beautiful scene.

But Meng Jingrong always kept a clear mind: "The universe is dark and boundless, the strong prey on the weak, and only the fittest survive."

He longed to make contact with extraterrestrial civilizations, yet a vague unease lingered in his heart.

Perhaps in the near future, when a more powerful civilization sets foot on this planet, all the peace and beauty before us may vanish in an instant.

Everything he does today is to have the confidence to protect everything when the unknown storm comes.

Meng Jingrong slowly closed his eyes.

Consciousness broke through the cave and slowly attached itself to every inch of space and time of the Purple Star.

He watched the river flow from its source to the sea, and watched the plants grow from sprouting to withering and flourishing.

Witnessing the birth of a baby.

Watching the old man die.

Look at the lights of thousands of homes.

I've witnessed countless joys and sorrows...

And all of this is but an insignificant ripple in the vast universe.

A faint temporal fluctuation emanated from Meng Jingrong's body, causing the entire spacetime of the cave to become disordered.

Countless plants sprouted new branches at a speed visible to the naked eye, making the entire cave lush and green.

But in just a moment, snowflakes began to fall, trees began to wither again, and the whole world became lifeless once more.

spring!

summer!

秋！

winter!

In a short time, the entire cave had experienced countless cycles of the four seasons.

"So, this is the true law of time!"

"Now, my understanding of the laws of time should surpass that of all the cosmic-level geniuses in the history of the human race."

Meng Jingrong slowly opened his eyes, his eyes seemingly sparkling with starlight.

"I wonder what timeline the human race is in now, and whether Luo Feng has been born yet?"

Meng Jingrong's thoughts wandered.

"If I were born in the same era as Luo Feng, I could bully the then-undeveloped Lord Luo."

Would it be a bit too unfair to participate in the battle of the strongest in the universe with my current understanding of the laws?

Meng Jingrong's lips curled slightly, and then he cleared his mind of all distractions. His consciousness, like a stone sinking into an abyss, slowly sank into the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness.

Within the sea of ​​consciousness, the vast and mysterious pagoda still floated in the central area.

At this moment, the pagoda was emitting a faint, almost imperceptible light.

As consciousness slowly drew closer, Meng Jingrong's figure also grew larger.

When he stepped back into the main hall, he was momentarily stunned.

Four thousand years have passed, and the gate to the second level of this mysterious pagoda has remained tightly closed.

And at this moment, it quietly and silently began to turn on.

Meng Jingrong held his breath, his heart pounding wildly in his chest.

He carefully spared a sliver of his attention and slowly probed into the second level of the pagoda.

The moment you enter, a refreshing scent washes over you, like a cleansing rain for your soul.

The palace was spotless, except for a mysterious tree species standing quietly in the center.

The tree was about ten feet tall and had a purplish-gold color.

When Meng Jingrong investigated, he faintly felt a sense of kinship, as if this tree species was already connected to his soul and bloodline.

"What is this?"

With a slight thought, Meng Jingrong caused a clear and transparent light screen to suddenly appear.

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[Life Level: Cosmic Level Eighth Order]

Body amplitude: 1

Soul Amplitude: 1

Gene ploidy: (10)

Soul Will: Immortal (Marquisate)

Comprehension of the Laws: Immortality (Marquisate)

Arcane Tier: Immortal (Common)

Conditions for opening the Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Exquisite Pagoda:

Tier 1: Planetary Level - No Requirements (Already Achieved)

Second level: Cosmic level - Understanding of the Laws of Immortal Conferment (achieved)

Third level: Realm Lord level - Understanding of the laws of the universe (not yet achieved)

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