Planetary Rank

Seven days later, Jiangnan City, outside the city, Luo Family first-class training chamber.

This secret training ground, covering a full 50,000 acres, was forged entirely from Star-Meteor Alloy capable of withstanding Star Rank attacks, its walls shimmering with a pale silver luster.

The facility was divided into dozens of functional zones: the indicator lights of the gravity room on the left cycled between 10x and 1000x, while the weapon racks in the corner displayed everything from pulse blades to particle rifles.

The suspension medical pods in the infirmary were active around the clock, and three Universe Level warriors clad in silver-white armor stood like statues outside the door, their faint energy fluctuations enough to deter anyone with ill intent.

Tang Ping sat cross-legged on a golden silk cushion in the center, woven from the silk of a Cosmic Star Silkworm; every thread contained a faint calming energy that could automatically neutralize external energy interference.

His eyes were lightly closed, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the Wind-Thunder Secret Canon on his knees.

Over the past few days, aside from receiving the Sky-Splitting Sword sent by Babata, he had devoted almost all his time to studying this secret canon, especially the Nine-Nine God-Forging Technique, an advanced secret method for Spirit Readers exclusive to Falling Ink Star.

According to the records, a Spirit Reader's soul strength should naturally be two levels higher than that of a warrior. Although Tang Ping's physical strength was currently only at Apprentice Rank level 9, his soul had already reached the threshold of Planetary Rank level 2, needing only one final step to break through.

After a long while, he slowly opened his eyes, his gaze falling upon the glowing blue crystal bottle in front of him. This was the Star Condensation Dew he had purchased for 5 million Silver Blue Coins using a 50% discount within the Luo Family.

The liquid in the bottle flowed like liquid starlight; it was said to be a holy medicine for protecting the consciousness refined from the core of a fallen star, capable of safeguarding the foundation of the sea of consciousness even if a breakthrough failed, preventing any loss of potential.

In the outside world, Star Condensation Dew was long since priceless and unavailable; even if ordinary geniuses had the connections to buy it, they would be reluctant to spend such a huge sum on a breakthrough with a "high probability of success."

But Tang Ping felt not a shred of heartache: to someone like him who valued his life above all else, even a ten percent risk of failure was no different from courting death.

Unscrewing the cap, a crisp, cool fragrance drifted into his nostrils, and Tang Ping tilted his head back, downing the Star Condensation Dew in one gulp. The icy liquid slid down his throat, instantly transforming into a warm, gentle energy that surged toward his sea of consciousness. He closed his eyes immediately, officially beginning the breakthrough.

Within his sea of consciousness, the once-calm Spiritual Telekinesis now transformed into a brilliant galaxy, countless points of light converging into a vortex that spun frantically in the center of his mind.

Then, the vortex expanded violently, the water-like telekinesis instantly thinning into a transparent curtain of water, only to contract sharply the next second, condensing into a translucent water sphere. Inside the sphere, blue wind-attribute energy and purple thunder-attribute energy intertwined like swimming dragons, flashing with a strange light.

"Expand, contract!" Tang Ping's consciousness manipulated the water sphere as if controlling a beating heart.

With every expansion, more free spiritual energy was sucked in; with every contraction, the density of his telekinesis increased by a fraction. By the time the eightieth contraction was complete, the water sphere had solidified like glass, its surface even shimmering with a faint halo.

"The eighty-first step—success means Planetary Rank, failure means all previous efforts go to waste!" Tang Ping took a deep breath, his consciousness exerting all its strength to drive the final step of the Nine-Nine God-Forging Technique.

Suddenly, the transparent water sphere in the center of his sea of consciousness vibrated violently, and wisps of milky-white telekinetic mist permeated from its core. Ten, twenty, fifty... the mist grew, quickly enveloping the entire water sphere to form a constantly expanding sphere of fog.

Tang Ping's consciousness acted like the most precise instrument, manipulating the water sphere within the fog to undergo subtle deformations—stretching into an ellipsoid one moment, twisting into a spiral the next. Each change stripped away impurities from his telekinesis, purifying the core soul energy.

He did not know how much time had passed, but the fog sphere had expanded to a hundred times the size of the original water sphere, and the telekinetic mist inside was so thick it was almost solid.

"Explode!"

An invisible roar echoed in his sea of consciousness, and the massive fog sphere erupted instantly. Like a supernova at the end of a star's life, a milky-white torrent of telekinesis swept through his entire sea of consciousness.

At the very instant the explosion reached its peak, a monstrous suction force suddenly erupted from the core of his sea of consciousness, and all the mist and water currents were swallowed as if by a black hole, rushing frantically toward the center.

"Hum~"

His sea of consciousness shuddered violently, and all energy vanished in an instant. In the center of the empty sea of consciousness, only a fist-sized sphere of light remained. Its surface was covered with a layer of pale golden halo, while its interior was composed of countless pyramid-shaped transparent crystals, densely packed like stars and radiating strange fluctuations.

"Did I succeed?" Tang Ping's consciousness probed into the sphere of light, instantly feeling an unprecedented power. His refined Spiritual Telekinesis obeyed his every command; with just a thought, it could permeate every cell in his body.

At the same time, Tang Ping's body inside the training chamber underwent a drastic change!

His bones emitted crisp "crackling" sounds, and pale golden life energy surged from his bone marrow; his meridians widened like expanded riverbeds, capable of holding more Origin Force; his muscle fibers rearranged themselves under the nourishment of his telekinesis, and his skin even took on a faint luster.

Most miraculous of all was his genetic chain; the originally coiled segments decomposed and reorganized under the influence of his telekinesis, bursting forth with greater life potential. This was the life transition from Apprentice Rank to Planetary Rank—a fundamental metamorphosis!

"Hoo~" Tang Ping rose slowly, feeling as light as a feather. With a shift of his mind, he shot straight into the sky, hovering at an altitude of over three hundred meters.

There was no support beneath his feet, yet he remained steadily suspended in mid-air, able to clearly see every texture of the training ground below.

"So this is Planetary Rank..." He looked down, the sphere of light in his sea of consciousness rotating slowly, like a miniature planet.

This sphere was not only the core of his Spiritual Telekinesis but also possessed a unique magnetic field. It could neutralize Earth's gravity, allowing him to hover at will; it could release magnetic thrust, allowing him to fly at extreme speeds; it could even close every pore on his body, allowing him to survive without breathing.

According to the Luo Family records, only by reaching the Planetary Rank could one be considered a true warrior or Spirit Reader; only by reaching the Planetary Rank could one wander the universe, register as a cosmic citizen, and earn a living.

"No wonder... no wonder so many people have no interest in women and pour all their hearts into cultivation." When Tang Ping landed on the ground, the sensation of the airflow from his flight still lingered on his fingertips, and his heart was filled with shock.

The experience of hovering high in the sky and controlling energy was more intoxicating than any sensory pleasure. This feeling of tangible improvement in strength, as if every cell in his body were cheering, was far more captivating than worldly indulgences.

It was no wonder some people would do anything to improve their strength, even going so far as to join alien races, abandon their wives and children, and sell their lives like dogs for the sake of some so-called cultivation treasure.

This feeling was indeed addictive.