Kindergarten's Final Exam

Time flowed like a rushing river, month after month slipping away without pause.

In the Dark Universe, the blood-red triangular F-Class Spaceship hurtled toward the "Virtual Universe Company's Universal Headquarters" at the center of humanity's entire cosmic territory, maintaining thirty times the speed of light.

Feng Hui naturally spent every day inside the spaceship, his consciousness entering the Virtual Universe to continuously meditate and train, absorbing every drop of knowledge like a sponge.

In the Eastern Emperor Holy Land Universe, the Dongdi Clan Dragonman clone advanced by leaps and bounds under the guidance of a Marquis Immortal teacher.

Now, although Feng Hui's human clone was in the Doomsday Secret Realm, receiving inferior treatment, his Dongdi Clan clone enjoyed the instruction of a Marquis Immortal. Whatever the Dongdi Clan clone comprehended, the human clone also grasped.

Having a Marquis Immortal as a teacher was a privilege in the Virtual Universe Company reserved only for Primordial Secret Realm members.

Primordial Secret Realm members, as the pinnacle of the Virtual Universe Company's core hierarchy, had the right to choose an Immortal teacher for long-term personal guidance. The teachers assigned to Primordial Secret Realm members were at minimum Marquis-level Immortals. Having such a powerful figure living nearby to guide one's training was a rare and valuable opportunity.

Of course, Primordial Secret Realm members received one-on-one guidance from a Marquis Immortal, which was naturally more effective than the Dongdi Clan clone attending a Marquis Immortal's classes and occasionally seeking private advice. Even so, Feng Hui's current teaching resources were comparable to, or even surpassed, those of Taichu Secret Realm members.

Under such favorable conditions, Feng Hui's strength had grown so much that one would need to look at him with new eyes after just a few days apart, let alone after nearly a year had passed.

Eastern Emperor Holy Land Universe, Jia 312 Academy.

On this day, as three dark green suns slowly rose, casting scorching light over the academy, the grounds began to buzz with excitement.

Jia 312 Academy was divided into two grades: lower grade and upper grade.

It must be said that in many things, competition drives growth. Under the deliberate guidance of the academy's teachers, fierce competition existed within each grade.

This competition peaked during the annual final exams, where various rankings within the academy were determined by exam results.

All the students were young Dongdi Clan children, bearing the pride of the clan's superior bloodline.

A group of young Dragonmen, full of energy and restlessness, were naturally competitive. Everyone wanted to shine, to stand out among their peers and even before their teachers.

Thus, to achieve good results in the final exams, many young Dragonmen put in tremendous effort. Quite a few little Dongdi Clan prodigies received private tutoring from teachers, gaining personal guidance that made their strength not to be underestimated.

After all, even though the teachers worked at this "kindergarten," they faced performance evaluations—if their students excelled in the final exams, the teachers would be rewarded.

On the north side of the academy lay a wide arena, resembling a colosseum, dotted with numerous bluestone battle platforms.

These platforms were made of a special bluestone, more than capable of withstanding the fights of these Cosmic-level youngsters.

Around the platforms were tiered stone seats, now packed with students filling every row.

The mingling sounds of chatter, whispers, and laughter filled the air, brimming with youth and vitality.

Though the vast arena held a large crowd, it was clearly divided into two sections: lower-grade and upper-grade students.

The lower graders thought the upper graders were arrogant, while the upper graders considered the lower graders childish.

But at the end of the day, they were all children, constantly provoking and bickering with each other, creating a lively atmosphere.

In the Dongdi Clan, strength reigned supreme. The top ten of the lower-grade final exams would even have the chance to challenge the upper graders.

"Heh, they're just a bit older than us—what are those upper graders so smug about!"

The excited Zuolong had long since dragged Feng Hui to the front seats of the stone steps, grumbling as he looked at the haughty upper-grade students.

"Feng Hui, you're pretty strong. After the lower-grade exams are over, you've got to teach those upper graders a lesson."

Feng Hui rolled his eyes, speechless.

His companion Zuolong, a child barely a year old, was lively and loved to stir up trouble. Being with him made Feng Hui feel like he was back on Blue Star, babysitting a relative's unruly kid.

Still, Feng Hui did plan to make a big showing in the final exams. The better he performed, the more the teachers would value him and the better training he'd receive.

Moreover, although the Dongdi Clan in the Eastern Emperor Holy Land Universe far surpassed the humans of the Original Universe, this was just an ordinary "kindergarten" for the Dongdi Clan. Feng Hui's human clone had fought through countless human geniuses to rank among the top thousand in the entire universe—a true peerless prodigy.

After a year of training and consolidation, Feng Hui had now crossed the threshold of the Law of Space and deepened his understanding of the Law of Wood. Combined with the advanced secret techniques he had cultivated, he was a completely different person compared to a year ago, capable of obliterating his past self.

If he couldn't even beat newborn Dongdi Clan children, Feng Hui would be a disgrace to the Original Universe's human geniuses.

Whether for pride or practical gain, Feng Hui had every reason to shine in the final exams.

Suddenly, Feng Hui felt a hostile gaze. He casually turned his head and noticed a Dongdi Clan student with a single black horn on his forehead staring coldly at him.

"Who is that? I don't think I've offended him," Feng Hui wondered inwardly.

He usually immersed himself in training, paying little attention to other students, and had no idea what was going on.

So Feng Hui quietly sent a telepathic message to Zuolong: "Zuolong, who's that guy over there with the black horn, staring at us?"

Zuolong turned to look. "Oh, that's Boming from the lower grades. He's pretty famous—used to be called the top dog of the lower grades, challenged and beat plenty of upper-grade students. Should be moving up soon. What, did you cross him?"

Feng Hui shook his head.

"Figured. You usually just hole up cultivating and never go out, no chance to run into him."

"Whatever. If he dares mess with you, just beat him up on the arena later."

Zuolong said this with a casual air.

Ever since Feng Hui had revealed a portion of his astonishing progress in comprehending the laws in front of Zuolong, Zuolong had been brimming with confidence in him, turning into a little fanboy who believed Feng Hui would definitely stun everyone in the final exams.

Feng Hui's gaze locked onto the distant figure with the black horn. Black Eyes met his stare. Even across the vast distance, it felt as though a wave of oppressive pressure was bearing down.

Their eyes met. Feng Hui's gaze was calm as still water. This composed stare made the black-horned student raise an eyebrow in mild surprise.

"Oh, this newborn brat's got some guts."

The few students around Boming were also a bit surprised, chuckling at how Feng Hui showed no fear of him at all.

Dong

A crisp bell chime suddenly rang out, and the many students seated on the stone steps perked up. The final exams were finally about to begin.