Begin Mission Execution

The first ring of the Dragon Rock Battlefield mission only required surviving for ten years.

Most who came to carry out the mission chose to withdraw after completing the first ring. As for the final mission, its difficulty was far higher.

Zhang Dong moved, flying toward that boundless landmass.

"The Dragon Rock Battlefield—this supercontinent is essentially a base for the cosmic army to mass-produce soldiers," he thought.

As he flew, he recalled the mission details and some information from the original story. He needed to survive on the Dragon Rock Battlefield for ten years, or obtain an Honor Medal.

This land was different from the Blood Luo Continent. There were no Bloodfall Crystals or similar resources; it served only as a soldier-producing ground. Its structure was similar to the Jin World.

Stellar-level, Universe-level, and Domain Lord-level fighters all had to join the army.

The army waged constant large-scale wars, tempering more experts. Normally, a Universe-level fighter had to serve in the army for three years before applying to leave and join the forces on the outer battlefield.

"To break through the atmospheric layer of the Dragon Rock Battlefield, an ordinary Universe-level would probably struggle."

After flying for half an hour, Zhang Dong reached the outer clouds. These clouds were incredibly thick. A Universe-level could force through with their strength, but it would consume a great deal of energy.

However, with his strength as a First-Grade True Meaning Demigod, it was effortless. He shook his body, parting vast swaths of mist, and reached the continent within minutes.

The continent's gravity was terrifying. Although its size was smaller than the Blood Luo Continent, the gravitational pull was nearly identical.

Landmasses spanning hundreds of billions of kilometers, trillions of kilometers, or even light-years were inherently unscientific and only existed within cosmic secret realms.

To fly here, one needed at least Stellar-level strength.

Zhang Dong wore blue armor and carried a golden longsword on his back. Looking ahead, he saw endless primeval forests stretching into the distance.

"Joining the army and surviving for ten years—even for my predecessor, that would have been no small challenge." Zhang Dong naturally had no intention of staying for ten years.

Wasting ten years here—he feared he might have already comprehended several secret techniques on the Boundary Heart Continent and pushed his Pole True Meaning to the second stage.

So Zhang Dong considered the ultimate mission: the Honor Medal.

To obtain an Honor Medal required an enormous amount of military merit. Those who completed the final mission almost always spent decades or even centuries slowly accumulating it.

Swoosh!

In the Primordial Universe, there were no strict speed limits. Zhang Dong flew extremely fast, capable of instantly reaching one-tenth the speed of light.

Thirty thousand kilometers per second—this was already the flight speed of a Realm Lord-level fighter.

Soon, Zhang Dong arrived before a city nearly one hundred thousand kilometers in diameter. He restrained his aura, slowed down, and pretended to be an ordinary Universe-level, entering through the main gate.

Every city on the Dragon Rock Battlefield had a recruitment office.

This land was so vast that even flying at light speed would take an enormous amount of time to cross. Thus, Universe-level and even Domain Lord-level fighters were uniformly transported by spaceship.

Zhang Dong went straight to the recruitment office. With his mastery of First-Grade True Meaning, his detection range was extremely broad. Nothing in this area could escape his perception.

The building was a massive structure hundreds of miles tall, even more imposing than the city lord's mansion. Yet at the entrance sat only an old man in a white robe.

"Hello, I'd like to apply to join the army," Zhang Dong said softly.

The old man in charge of recruitment looked up at Zhang Dong and asked in a hoarse voice, "Joining the army? You've come at just the right time. Two more people, and we can depart."

Zhang Dong nodded, then entered the building. He passed through a long corridor and arrived at a hall, where he waited quietly.

Inside were already over nine hundred Universe-level warriors. Every time a thousand were gathered, they would set out for the nearest military garrison.

"Newcomer, what's your name?" A burly man in green armor walked over and slapped Zhang Dong on the shoulder with an air of familiarity.

Zhang Dong said nothing. He had no interest in communicating with these native Universe-level fighters. They had neither value, nor potential, nor any quality he admired.

Seeing Zhang Dong silent for so long, the burly man grew somewhat angry. His voice dropped as he demanded, "We're all going to join the—"

Before he could finish, he stopped abruptly. Zhang Dong merely cast a cold glance at him, and he shut his mouth.

A First-Grade True Meaning Demigod received immense boosts in all aspects. The will contained in that glance was not something an ordinary Universe-level could withstand.

Zhang Dong only wanted him to shut up. A single glare was enough.

"When did someone like this appear in Lifeng City?"

"Hua Nuo was actually intimidated by him. I wonder what method he used. Heaven."

"Does anyone here know him?"

The Universe-level warriors murmured among themselves, but all found Zhang Dong's face unfamiliar.

That was normal. Not everyone was born in a city. Many lived in the wild, traveled far and wide, and only joined the army at the nearest location after reaching Universe-level.

Zhang Dong was also quite lucky. It took only one day for the numbers to reach a thousand.

Rumble!

Once the count was complete, two metal gates at the highest point of the hall swung open with a roar, revealing a deep black spaceship.

Over a thousand Universe-level warriors lined up and entered the ship one by one.

"Even as Universe-level fighters in a cosmic secret realm, the life they lead is far worse than that of humans in a universe country," Zhang Dong mused inwardly.

Those native Universe-level fighters were curious as they entered the ship, looking around and touching things.

Normally, a Universe-level in a secret realm could access the Virtual Universe, but the entry requirements varied depending on the land's administrator.

For example, on the Dragon Rock Battlefield, only Domain Lords could enter.

In the outside world, a powerful Universe-level cultivator could claim an entire star system as their personal territory.

The spacecraft began its departure, first ascending into the high atmosphere before slowly accelerating. This vessel's grade was low, so it would take considerable time to reach sub-light speed.

"At this speed, half an hour will be enough to reach the nearest army."

Zhang Dong closed his eyes, pondering matters. He was well aware that behind each of these armies naturally stood the rulers of the Ganwu Universe Kingdom.

That Seventh Divine General from the outside world, though unable to perform a time-space rewind, would have no trouble gathering some information.

His plan was to reveal his talent, enough to join the core layer of the Virtual Universe Company. In the early stages of the Boundary Heart Continent, it would be difficult for him to join any faction, making the resources of the Primordial Universe especially crucial.

But this talent couldn't be exposed too quickly—step by step was best.

On the Dragon Rock Battlefield, killing two Domain Lords could still be explained away, but if he displayed the strength of a Domain Master, or even higher, being that monstrous might not necessarily be a good thing.

The tallest tree in the forest is the first to be felled by the wind.

As he thought, the spacecraft arrived before the army encampment. Looking out, it stretched across nearly a hundred thousand kilometers of mountain range, formed by tents piled one upon another.