Hundred Line Flow

Time passed. In the core region of the Noah Secret Realm, within King Lanchen's exclusive Cultivation Plane, Qin Zhao's figure moved at a speed that nearly defied the laws of physics.

"Huum—" "Huum—" "Huum—"

A low, rumbling tremor of space echoed through the air. This was no simple sonic boom—it was the resonance of space itself vibrating at a specific frequency under the oscillation of primal power. Every movement Qin Zhao made was concise, efficient, and utterly devoid of waste. He didn't employ any flashy footwork—just the most basic straight punches, side kicks, and spins—yet each strike stirred up a surging tide of primal force, as if an ancient beast slumbering within his body was slowly awakening.

Floating beside him were dozens of "Force Measuring Pillars" forged from special metal. Their surfaces were engraved with complex law runes, capable of precisely recording and feeding back the impact force data.

"Ha!"

Qin Zhao expelled a breath, his muscles rippling like flowing water. Power rooted from the soles of his feet, traveled up the great dragon of his spine joint by joint, and finally condensed into his right fist. He didn't use any law force—only pure physical strength.

Boom!

A single punch shot out, compressing the air into a visible white column of force that slammed violently into the nearest Force Measuring Pillar.

The pillar shuddered violently. The runes on its surface flared with blinding light, and a clear number jumped out—70!

In the next instant, Qin Zhao moved like the wind. Fists, elbows, shoulders, knees, legs... every part of his body became a terrifying weapon, raining down on the surrounding pillars like a storm.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

A rapid series of explosive sounds rang out. The numbers displayed on all the pillars stabilized firmly at "70," without a single fluctuation!

Qin Zhao withdrew his stance, white hot vapor rising from his body. His breathing was deep and steady, his gaze sharp as an eagle's. After King Lanchen's grueling "perfect force" training and his own Earth God Clone's profound understanding of the essence of "power," he had finally stabilized his body's force multiplier at an astonishing 70 times! This meant that every casual punch or kick he threw carried a primal force burst over 70 times that of an ordinary Star Level nine. At the Star Level, this was an almost unimaginable achievement, granting him an overwhelming advantage in close combat.

Yet, Qin Zhao's face showed little joy. Instead, he frowned slightly, a trace of barely perceptible frustration flickering in the depths of his eyes.

"A 70-times force multiplier—among Star Levels, those who can achieve this are as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns. You should be satisfied." King Lanchen's gentle voice sounded. He had appeared in the training ground at some unknown moment, his gaze sweeping over the Force Measuring Pillars as he nodded approvingly.

"Master!" Qin Zhao turned and bowed respectfully, then spoke with a hint of reluctance, "Though the force has reached the standard, my disciple's will... still cannot break through that barrier and touch the threshold of the World Lord level."

During this time, he hadn't only been honing his force output. He had also been undergoing "will impact" training set by King Lanchen in the Virtual Universe. It was a trial combining illusions of increasing depth and direct will suppression, simulating different will levels from Universe Level to World Lord. Relying on his transmigrator soul essence, the subtle reinforcement from the system, and his own resilient nature, Qin Zhao had broken through like a splitting bamboo, easily reaching the peak of Domain Lord level, even brushing the edge of its limit.

But that was where it stopped.

The will barrier representing the "World Lord" level stood before him like an invisible, insurmountable chasm. It seemed as thin as a cicada's wing, yet it was unyieldingly tough. No matter how he charged, he could never truly cross it. Every attempt felt like his consciousness was about to shatter against an unseen wall, sending tremors through his very soul. He knew that once his will stepped into the World Lord level, it would bring immeasurable benefits to his law comprehension, soul defense, and even the depth of his self-created techniques.

King Lanchen looked at his disciple's dissatisfied expression, smiled calmly, walked over, and patted him on the shoulder. "You are already outstanding enough."

"Do you know what a World Lord-level will truly means?" King Lanchen's tone was calm, like a babbling brook. "It is a complete transformation in the understanding of self, the universe, and the essence of life. Many World Lords, and even some Immortals, may not have a will that truly meets the World Lord standard."

"At the Star Level, possessing a Domain Lord-level will—excellent, even near the limit—you have already surpassed 99.9% of geniuses of the same rank. That is already astonishing. The tempering of will is not achieved in a single day. It requires the sedimentation of time and the baptism of the heart. Your cultivation time is still short; achieving this is already a rare blessing."

"With your current Mental Will and body force output, the difficulty of comprehending ordinary secret techniques has dropped by at least thirty percent! I believe you have noticed this yourself! Now, what you need most is to settle down and consolidate. After all, the Universe Peak Genius Battle is about to begin!"

Hearing this, Qin Zhao nodded.

At first, he only felt that executing the "Nine Line Flow" had become easier—the condensation of phantom bodies was faster, and their duration longer. The bottleneck that had long held him at the peak of "Nine Line Flow" had quietly begun to crack.

It wasn't until the night his body's force multiplier broke through 55 times, inside the "Space Labyrinth" training ground of the Virtual Universe.

Qin Zhao's figure moved like a ghost, weaving through countless folded and twisted spatial folds. His movements were fluid and precise. Every turn, every acceleration, seemed calculated with the utmost precision. His entire body's power was coordinated as one, with no waste whatsoever.

"Shing!" "Shing!" "Shing!"

One after another, phantom bodies identical to him appeared—no longer just nine, but over a dozen, then over twenty! These phantoms were no longer blurry afterimages; they were more solid, their movements more agile, forming a rapidly spreading net alongside his true body within the Space Labyrinth!

Thirty phantoms! Forty phantoms! Fifty phantoms!

When the number of phantoms broke past fifty, Qin Zhao felt that his understanding of the "Teleportation" Mystery of the Law of Space had also naturally improved by a notch. No longer content to merely traverse existing paths, he began attempting more complex, more counterintuitive spatial shuttles.

"Huum—"

Ripples spread through space. His figure appeared atop the labyrinth's ceiling one moment, then hugged the wall the next, and even briefly merged into a spatial fold before emerging without warning from another point. The number of phantoms surged!

Sixty! Seventy! Eighty!

The entire Space Labyrinth seemed filled with Qin Zhao's figures—real and fake indistinguishable, trajectories unpredictable. Those phantoms weren't static; they moved with life, coordinating with his true body in high-speed maneuvers, turning the vast labyrinth into his personal stage.

Finally, under repeated attempts and perfect bursts of power—

"Hundred Line Flow!"

Qin Zhao shouted inwardly. His figure suddenly halted, then, as if splitting apart in an instant, a full hundred solid phantoms, their auras nearly identical to his true body, burst outward from him like a blooming lotus, filling the space within a thousand meters! A hundred "Qin Zhaos" existed simultaneously, each carrying a spatial fluctuation, each bearing part of his true body's aura and threat!

Though these hundred phantoms could only last for a brief moment and consumed enormous mental and primal energy, it undoubtedly marked his formal entry into the threshold of "Hundred Line Flow" in the application of the "Teleportation" Mystery of the Law of Space!

From "Nine Line Flow" to "Hundred Line Flow"—this was a qualitative leap! It meant that at the Star Level, his comprehension and application of the Law of Space had reached a fairly profound level. Combined with his already formidable will and the Law of Earth, his overall strength had skyrocketed once more!

With the surge in overall strength, the data on his panel began to update.

[Secret Techniques: 128 Martial Arts Secret Techniques (Perfected), Shockwave (Perfected), Earth Pulse Guard (Perfected), Ten Thousand Line Flow (Minor Success 75%), Black Stone Prison (Major Success 65%)]

[Comprehension: Earth-style Laws (Earth Element 100%, Pulse of the Earth 100%, Gravity Space 100%, Force of Life 25%), Law of Space (Teleportation 4.5%)]