Devour: Trade the future, abstract to godhood!

Luo Feng slowed down a bit, and his eyes gradually cleared.

His expression changed as well!

His eyes were filled with lingering fear; what if this had been an opponent?

As for Thor and Aichen, no matter how much Wei Wen bombarded them with his mental power, they could not break free from that soul control.

—As expected, this must be the work of the Nine Swords Venerable.

"What a terrifying method!" Luo Feng whispered, "What does this mean?"

"For convenience, and to give them a taste of their own medicine." Wei Wen, who knew the situation, shrugged and said, "Since they can't wake up, that's no bonus. Let's go."

The three followed the group and flew towards the central square.

Millions of geniuses from the surrounding area gathered here in a daze, like puppets on strings.

This made the three people with clear eyes stand out extremely.

The 1008 immortal beings standing in front of the formation all turned their attention to the formation.

"what?"

"There's actually a little child who can break free from the Nine Swords Venerable's will?"

"Still three!"

"Are they all from the Qianwu Universe Kingdom?"

"Wei Wen was among them; he's got some skills!"

In the sky.

A man in a green robe stood suspended in the air, his head covered in purple scales, exuding an aura of authority that commanded submission, like an ancient emperor.

It is none other than the Nine Swords Venerable!

The supreme leader of this competition of geniuses will eventually bring all the geniuses from any cosmic nation who emerges to his command.

He was also quite surprised at this moment, his gaze fixed on Wei Wen.

As the protagonist.

He knew, of course, that Wei Wen had not been affected by his will from the beginning, and was even able to awaken two of his companions.

Even Hong and Luo Feng, who were awakened later, possessed extraordinary willpower!

Look at Thor and Aichen, they can't wake up no matter how much we call them.

The Nine Swords Venerable glanced into the distance, where Bolan also had a blank look in his eyes.

Even a genius who appears only once in a billion years is ultimately just a small guy at the ninth level of the stellar level.

This further highlights Wei Wen's extraordinary qualities.

"Interesting." The Nine Swords Venerable said with interest, "It seems like the Qianwu sect really has a chance to make a fortune this time?"

of course.

A strong will can unleash more potential, especially in dire circumstances.

The increase in combat power on ordinary days is not significant.

It's really not certain who will emerge victorious.

But the Nine Swords Venerable will definitely be the ultimate winner.

A million geniuses have assembled and awakened in unison.

"what?"

How did I get here?

There seems to be a voice.

"It's soul manipulation!"

Berlan was also shocked, taken aback by this show of force.

"quiet!"

"Quiet!"

"Shut up!"

The 1008 immortals roared in unison, their imposing aura pressing down and causing the chattering million people to stand at attention obediently.

The Nine Swords Venerable paid special attention to Wei Wen.

They found that his expression was normal, and he was completely unaffected by the pressure from thousands of immortals.

Hong and Luo Feng, who were standing beside him, remained relatively calm.

Even Thor was considered consistent, performing better than Berlan.

These people have an incredibly strong will and character!

I spaced out for a moment.

The Nine Swords Venerable spoke gently—

“There are 1008 universe nations, and each universe nation selects one thousand people, totaling more than one million geniuses.”

"But our Virtual Universe Company only selects the absolute elite from among you, and will recruit the 1000 strongest people into the core of the Virtual Universe Company."

Even though I already knew.

Hearing this suddenly, everyone's breathing became heavy.

Of the millions of geniuses from various universe nations, only 1000 are needed?

The chance of being selected is only 0.1%!

—They fought their way into the top 1000 from their respective universes!

The Nine Swords Venerable ignored them and directly announced the rules—

"Tomorrow, the Million Trial Space will open, containing seven trial towers, each with seven floors."

"Start by conquering the first level of the first building."

There are two ways to pass through.

"The highest score for each floor".

"Those ranked 1st to 100th in points will be directly recruited as core members without any screening!"

"Those ranked 101st to 7300th will have a final battle in the arena to compete for the remaining 900 spots."

"As for those ranked 7300th and beyond..."

"Eliminate them all!"

"Do you understand?"

Even with over a thousand immortals suppressing them, a murmur of discussion still arose at the scene!

There were 1008000 participants this time, and 1000700 were eliminated in just one trial space stage?!

How brutally cruel!

Wei Wen, who already knew the rules, remained calm.

He even wondered if he could pass the first level of the seventh trial tower.

—If the martial artist Bolan can't get past him, then this mentalist might be able to.

After announcing the rules, the Nine Swords Master left.

More than a thousand immortals followed and left.

Thirteen waved to Wei Wen, signaling him to come over.

Wei Wen flew over, somewhat puzzled.

"Thirteenth Master, what are your orders?"

Thirteen projected a light screen, which represented the trial subjects on the seventh floor of the Trial Tower.

"The monsters on each of the seven trial towers are fixed, but they become stronger as you go up, with each tower having a difference of about 10 times."

"In previous genius battles, the highest achiever would only reach the seventh level of the first stage before being ganged up on and killed."

"You're a master of mental energy; are you confident you can overcome this?"

So they're here to probe the bottom line.

Wei Wen pondered deeply.

In the original story, Berlan unleashed thousands of spatial illusions, but he only managed to slaughter a few hundred blood-haired mammoths on the first level of the seventh building before being trampled into meat patties.

If it were him...

Although he is a master of mental manipulation, he uses a phantom weapon, which is not known for its area-of-effect attacks.

However, he is hampered by the ravages of time and is not afraid of being attacked by multiple groups.

There's also a time-pause technique, which provides a margin for error.

"If we expose some of our methods, we can give it a shot," Wei Wen said cautiously. "I'm about 50% sure we can get through."

Thirteen frowned deeply.

Fifty percent?

Wei Wen "doesn't know" the specific intensity, so the probability needs to be discounted.

It's estimated to be at most 20%.

"We can only report this to the king and let him decide."

Thirteen patted Wei Wen on the shoulder.

"Perform your best, as this will affect the resources you acquire in the future. Don't try to hold back."

"Yes!"

Thirteen left in a hurry.