The Torment of the Super Geniuses, Chen Du's Lie Dormant
Some people already had unfocused eyes.
Some people were pale.
Some people's fingers trembled so much they couldn't stick to the surface of the monument.
Two thousand three hundred Ninth Tier prodigies were being tormented.
Because reality is just that cruel.
Here, comprehension determines everything.
Your five hundred years of arduous cultivation,
Five hundred years of accumulation,
Five hundred years of pride
Everything will be remeasured within this month.
What the three major powers want are people with truly extraordinary comprehension and great potential.
Finally, one of the young men stopped.
He sat cross-legged in front of a crimson stele, his hands slowly withdrawing from the stele and resting on his knees. Thirty-seven figures floated in front of him, arranged in an irregular array.
He glanced down at the string of numbers from the thirty-seven images, then looked up at the rankings of the star field.
More than 1,500... He closed his eyes, let out a deep breath, and knew there was no hope left.
Only the top 230 can advance; he's far from that level.
He slowly stood up and walked towards the edge of the world.
A few people were already sitting there, all of them participants who had given up early.
They leaned or sat, their faces weary, occasionally exchanging a few words in hushed tones, but most of the time they remained silent.
Since there's no hope anyway, instead of continuing to suffer, I might as well sit down and rest until the game is over.
Some people even closed their eyes and dozed off against the light screen.
A month of simulations has been exhausting.
My body isn't tired, but my soul is.
Half a day later, more and more people stopped.
Some people have deciphered more than twenty pictures.
Some people have over thirty photos.
Some people have over forty photos.
The one with the forties, ranked over 1300th, has long since lost any chance of advancing.
He chuckled self-deprecatingly, wiped away all the graphics on the monument, stood up, and walked towards those who had given up early.
This extraordinary genius passed by a young man who was still persisting in front of the monument, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Stop pushing, it's pointless, there's only a little time left."
The young man didn't turn around; his fingers remained pressed against the surface of the monument.
But after a while, he stopped too.
He looked down at the thirty-nine diagrams in front of him, sighed, scattered them, and got up to walk to the edge.
More and more people are living on the fringes of the world, while fewer and fewer are standing before the monument.
By the end of the day, fewer than three hundred people were still trying to understand.
But these three hundred people still have hope.
Or rather, they still feel they have hope.
Even so, they knew in their hearts that very little could be changed in half a day.
The leading positions have already widened the gap, and the distance between them and the pursuers cannot be bridged by just one or two graphs.
Unless, in the last half day, someone suddenly has an epiphany and can produce dozens more diagrams in one go.
But the probability of that happening is too small.
In this atmosphere of exhaustion, torment, and despair, Chen Du remained seated before the Seven-Colored Stele, eyes closed, motionless.
Because he hasn't moved since he sat down a month ago.
This illusory world is vast, large enough for over two thousand people to each occupy their own corner without interfering with each other.
But even the largest world cannot contain the torment of two thousand three hundred Ninth Tier prodigies.
Every single person here would be considered a peerless genius, cherished and pampered by others.
Reaching the Ninth Tier before the age of five hundred would be a momentous event celebrated by the entire city on any planet.
Some of them condensed their laws at the age of one hundred, while others became invincible among their peers at the age of two hundred.
Some people are surrounded by family elders from birth, with resources, cultivation techniques, famous teachers, and all the best things piled up in front of them.
They are the brightest stars in their respective worlds.
But at this moment, in this world, two thousand three hundred of the most dazzling stars are crowded together, their light crushing each other, and none of them can stand out alone.
The heavenly soldiers and generals who fought the monkeys were all ascension beings who had gone through countless hardships.
There are just too many people with extraordinary comprehension!
Five hundred years! Hundreds of thousands, even millions, of life-bearing planets, each one continuously nurturing geniuses.
Some planets have civilizations that are unimaginably ancient, existing for many times longer than Blue Star.
A super planet that has developed for countless millennia, its resources are comparable to those of Thirteenth Tier or Fourteenth Tier powerhouse, and it could easily destroy the Milky Way Galaxy in an instant.
On such a planet, from infant to martial artist, every step is precisely calculated, and every resource is precisely allocated, cultivating super geniuses whose abilities are so exaggerated that they cannot be measured by common sense.
And what about Blue Star? Chen Du silently compared them in his mind.
The spiritual energy of Blue Star has only Spiritual Qi Revival for a short time, and the surface area has increased a thousandfold in a very recent event.
Compared to those super civilizations that have developed for billions of years and rule over millions of planets, Blue Star is not even a grain of sand.
He got to where he is today through his own efforts!
It's all thanks to this incredible talent!
But which of these 2,300 people isn't blessed with extraordinary encounters and exceptional talents? Which of them isn't being propelled forward by the resources and hopes of an entire planet, an entire family, or even an entire star system?
Competing with these people in terms of comprehension is like throwing a fish that has leaped out of a pond into the vast ocean, making it compete with dragons that have lived in the deep sea for thousands of years to see who can swim faster.
The process of deducing each image and piecing together each fragment was an ordeal.
Because you know that behind you, there are hundreds of people pushing forward faster and understanding things more deeply than you.
No matter how hard you try, there will always be stronger monsters ahead.
What's even more despairing is that you're already standing above millions of martial artists, yet here you're being crushed to the point where you can barely breathe.
This is the Cosmic Genius Battle!
At that moment, another super genius opened his eyes.
He was a tall, slender young man, dressed in white as snow, with a cool and aloof expression.
He slowly withdrew his hands from the monument, his aura calm and serene.
Before him, a total of 198 figures floated in mid-air, forming a vast and intricate array.
Each figure exudes astonishing fluctuations of laws, intertwining and vaguely forming a complete network of laws.
One hundred and ninety-eight images—this number, placed in this fantastical world, is enough to leave most people far behind.
His name quietly jumped to fifth place on the list.
Those contestants who had already given up and were resting on the edge of the world couldn't sit still when they saw that name.
Some people stood up abruptly, some gasped, and some even cried out.
"Bai Wuchen? It's actually Bai Wuchen!"
"That Bai Wuchen? I heard he reached the Ninth Tier at the age of three hundred and has been living in seclusion ever since. Why did he actually come this time?"
"One hundred and ninety-eight images! Fifth place! That's terrifying! Currently, there are only a handful of people in the entire competition who have been able to comprehend more than one hundred and fifty images!"
"Look at the inscription on that stele. It seems to be the 'Heavenly Wind Without Form' stele, the ancestral law of the Bai family in the Northern Border. Bai Wuchen has been comprehending this path since childhood. He chose this stele precisely because he was aiming for the core inheritance."
"Even so, 198 is still too many. An ordinary Ninth Tier cultivator can only comprehend one or two from a single stele at most."