Chen Fan's Simulation, the Alien Young Kings

His aura, instead of decreasing, increased!

"What a perfect Pure Yang body! What a magnificent Great Sun True Scripture!" Zhao Xin's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but exclaim, "This lava world is simply a cultivation paradise tailor-made for him!"

He didn't linger and immediately clicked on the third screen.

A scene belonging to Su Qingyue.

There was no lava, no battlefield, but a deep, quiet, boundless starry sky.

Billions of Stars, like diamonds, are scattered across the sky, radiating a soft yet cold brilliance. Each Stars is formed from the purest spiritual energy.

Su Qingyue, dressed in white, sat cross-legged in the Void, her eyes closed.

Around her, countless crystal-clear flying swords, constructed from Mental Power, swirled and danced, their Sword Qi chilling.

Deep within the nebula opposite her, countless formless and intangible demonic thoughts, radiating only a chilling and tyrannical aura, were constantly being born, emitting silent roars and fearlessly charging towards her.

This is a battle of wits, no less dangerous than a real hand-to-hand combat!

Su Qingyue manipulated her spiritual flying sword, engaging in fierce battles with those demonic thoughts. Each collision caused violent ripples in her spiritual world.

Each time a demonic thought is shattered, it transforms into a wisp of pure spiritual Origin Source, which she absorbs to strengthen her Divine Soul.

"One follows the path of physical dominance, the other the path of mental warfare... This Simulated Training Room is indeed a supreme treasure trove for teaching according to aptitude."

Zhao Xin took a deep breath, his apprehension towards Gu Ci deepening.

The ability to allow two top geniuses with vastly different styles to simultaneously cultivate in an environment perfectly suited to each other was beyond his imagination.

"Extravagant, so incredibly extravagant..."

He shook his head, and finally focused all his attention on the last one, the one he cared about most—the dark screen.

The scene belongs to Chen Fan.

"The first three are already monstrous talents rarely seen in the world, even their cultivation methods are so outrageous."

"This monster who broke through to the Qi-Blood Realm at the age of ten and instantly killed Second Tier Demon Ape with a single finger..."

What kind of cultivation environment will Gu Ci prepare for him?

With a hint of anticipation and nervousness that he himself was unaware of, Zhao Xin stretched out his finger and lit up the last screen.

A flash of light.

However, the scene displayed on the screen stunned Zhao Xin on the spot.

There are no Ancient Battlefields, no lava fields, and no dazzling starry sky.

It was a... dead, deep, empty Void of space.

Absolute darkness, absolute nothingness.

Chen Fan's tiny figure hovered alone in the center of this boundless darkness, as insignificant as a speck of dust compared to the vast background.

"What... is going on?"

Zhao Xin frowned, his face full of confusion. "Could it be that the simulation environment is malfunctioning?"

Just as he was wondering, something unexpected happened!

Buzz!!

A deep, ancient hum suddenly resounded in the Void without warning.

Immediately afterwards, all around Chen Fan, in the endless depths of darkness, one... two... ten...

Eighty-one colossal thrones, constructed from dazzling light, slowly emerged from the void!

These thrones are all different in shape, some as ferocious as mountains of bones, others as beautiful as divine crystals. They form a perfect ring, completely surrounding and sealing off Chen Fan's tiny figure!

On each throne sat a blurry figure shrouded in mist, exuding overwhelming pressure.

They seemed to have come from the upper reaches of the river of time. Just sitting there, their terrifying aura that transcended time and space made Zhao Xin, a powerful expert in the Bone Tempering Realm, feel a sense of unease.

His gaze was fixed on one of the closest thrones, which was made entirely of blood-red crystal.

On the side of the throne was engraved a totem that he had only been fortunate enough to glimpse once in the Federation's top-secret files.

Three menacing, intersecting horns!

"Asura... Demon Race!!"

That was a dominant race in the Cosmic Frontier Star Domain of the universe, known for its warlike, mad, and bloodthirsty nature, which had once inflicted heavy losses on the Federation Exploration Corps!

His gaze swept rapidly across the other thrones as if struck by lightning.

The golden bull horn Emblem... that belongs to the Golden Bull Race, whose unparalleled physique allows them to traverse the Star Sea with their bare bodies!

The One-Eye Stars totem... that belongs to the Starry Sky Behemoth Race, born with the ability to control the Star Power!

An absurd, crazy, yet undeniably real thought exploded in his mind!

These figures on the thrones are not fabricated illusions!

Based on intelligence obtained through the bloodshed of countless predecessors of the Federation, and through the supreme power of the Simulated Training Room, they realistically replicated... all those Myriad Races of the Universe who, at the Quasi-Martial Artist Realm or Qi-Blood Realm, had already reigned supreme and swept across an era...

Projection of Young King!

Zhao Xin understood instantly.

He finally understood Gu Ci's plan!

This is about Chen Fan... forging a truly invincible path!

Not just limited to the Human Federation, but... looking across the entire Cosmic Star River!

In the surveillance footage.

On the crimson throne belonging to the Asura Demon Race, a Young King with six arms slowly... stood up.

His indifferent, cold, and emotionless blood-red eyes seemed to transcend the boundaries between illusion and reality, piercing through endless time and space.

It precisely locked onto the center of the Void.

The Human Race child, dressed in white, with a calm expression, was only ten years old.

Central Control Room, Chief Instructor Zhao Xin's expression grew slightly more serious.

He stared intently at the totem engraved on the side of the blood-red throne.

The Asura Demon Race is no ordinary Alien Races! They are one of the highest-threat cosmic overlords, a race whose existence was won through the blood and tears of the Federation's pioneering history, at the cost of countless warriors' lives!

This race is born to kill. Every Young King in their race has fought his way out of Corpse Mountain and Sea of Blood among millions of his own kind. Each one represents the purest and most extreme destruction among his peers!

In the simulated Void.

As the Six-Armed Asura's figure solidified completely, an indescribable killing intent, like billions of tons of icy seawater, surged forth!

This will was pure to the extreme, devoid of any distractions, containing only one thought.

Kill! Kill! Kill!

Any so-called Prodigies in the Training Camp, even the Scarface youth whose Qi and Blood points were close to 300, would have their mind torn to shreds in an instant under the onslaught of this will, turning them into a coward who only knows how to tremble.

However, Chen Fan, who was at the Center of the Storm, didn't even blink.

He simply stood there calmly, letting the murderous intent, like a Corpse Mountain and Sea of Blood, wash over his body and soul.

The 212 units of Golden Qi and Blood within his body circulated on their own, and the Star Power that merged into his limbs and bones rippled slightly, instantly dissipating the terrifying killing intent into nothingness.

Far from being afraid, he even grinned, revealing a set of neat, white teeth, his eyes shining with an unprecedented brightness.

"Finally, someone decent has arrived."

"Otherwise, it would be too boring."