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If Qin Ming had merely demonstrated an understanding of the Law of Space, it wouldn't have been all that shocking.

After all, he had already displayed a terrifying domain fusing the three laws of Earth, Wind, and Metal. Given his comprehension, touching upon a higher-level Law of Space was only to be expected.

However, the scene on the screen was far from a simple "understanding of the Law of Space"!

Under the siege of ten thousand "sub-hundredth-level" Blood-haired Mammoths, charging and trampling like a tide of blood that blotted out the sky—

Shua! Shua! Shua! Shua! Shua!

Dense, countless—hundreds, thousands, even... tens of thousands of Qin Ming's figures appeared out of thin air in an instant!

Each figure was solid, with sharp auras and clear movements—far from mere illusions or afterimages!

And before each Qin Ming stood a charging Blood-haired Mammoth, precisely matched!

Ten thousand mammoths, ten thousand figures of Qin Ming!

What did this mean?

It meant that Qin Ming's comprehension and control over the Law of Space had reached a level that would shame the vast majority of Immortal Gods!

Take the widely circulated movement technique among Immortal Gods, the Ten Thousand Line Flow, as an example.

Ten Thousand Line Flow is divided into four stages.

The first stage, "One Line Flow," can create a single illusory doppelganger for deception.

The second stage, "Nine Line Flow," can create nine illusory doppelgangers.

The third stage, "Hundred Line Flow," can create hundreds of illusory doppelgangers.

The fourth stage, "Ten Thousand Line Flow," the highest level, can create tens of thousands of doppelgangers, indistinguishable from the real body, with boundless power!

The vast majority of Immortal Gods, in their entire lifetimes, often only reach between the third and fourth stages—able to create thousands or even tens of thousands of doppelgangers.

Yet Qin Ming, a Star-level who was just over twenty years old, had displayed in the seventh Trial Tower the highest realm of the Ten Thousand Line Flow technique—Ten Thousand Line Flow. (This is merely an analogy; it does not mean Qin Ming has actually cultivated Ten Thousand Line Flow.)

Tens of thousands of figures struck simultaneously!

Sword light rolled back like a river of stars, instantly drowning the rampaging beast tide.

The entire Central Plaza, with a million geniuses and all those watching through the screens, fell into a deathly silence.

Puff!

Puff!

Puff!

The dense, muffled sounds of penetration echoed across the silent plaza, amplified by the screens, pounding on the hearts of every spectator.

The ultimate defensive law domain formed an unbreakable fortress.

The peak-level movement technique of Ten Thousand Line Flow brought ghostly, unpredictable mobility.

With a flash of sword light, a Blood-haired Mammoth, whose strength rivaled the top hundred geniuses in the rankings, crashed to the ground, its life force instantly extinguished.

The remaining mammoths, instead of scattering in fear at the massive deaths of their kin, were driven by some higher battle instinct to become even more frenzied, their attacks more organized and efficient.

Thick, pillar-like iron hooves, wrapped in blood-colored energy, carried earth-shattering force from all directions, stampeding and charging at Qin Ming in a near-perfect, dense formation!

Yet, before the space-jump-like movement of Ten Thousand Line Flow, most attacks landed on empty air, only futilely tearing the air and shattering the ground.

Occasionally, one or two attacks managed to graze Qin Ming's clothes, but they were effortlessly neutralized by the domain fusing Metal, Earth, and Wind laws around him, not even stirring a ripple.

He was like a ghost weaving through a blood-colored storm—elegant, composed, and efficiently reaping lives.

3000... 5000... 8000...

More and more mammoth corpses fell, but the count on the screen and Qin Ming's still steady aura clearly told everyone that his limits had not yet been reached.

When the count jumped to 9527!

In the entire Central Plaza, among the million watching geniuses, and even the giants observing from higher realms, a single, certain thought arose in unison.

He can pass!

This seventh Trial Tower, this first layer seen as an absolute insurmountable chasm for Star-levels...

Qin Ming was about to trample it underfoot!

The last few hundred mammoths fell like harvested wheat stalks under Qin Ming's sword light, which showed no hesitation but only grew smoother and sharper.

The number on the screen was rapidly marching toward the impossible "10,000."

9997... 9998... 9999...

When the last Blood-haired Mammoth, whose strength rivaled the top hundred geniuses, crashed to the ground under Qin Ming's supremely condensed sword beam—

"Whoosh!!!!!!"

The entire Central Plaza, a million watching geniuses, as if collectively surfacing from a long, suffocating struggle underwater, let out a long, heavy breath in unison.

The tension felt as if it had been them, not Qin Ming, fighting ten thousand powerful enemies in the Trial Tower.

When strength is evenly matched, people compare, refuse to accept defeat, and secretly compete.

When strength is slightly superior, people grow jealous, attribute it to luck, and harbor thoughts of surpassing.

But...

When the gap in strength is as vast as a chasm, as a mortal to a star, as a stream to the sea—all resentment, jealousy, and competitive spirit vanish before absolute reality.

What remains is only reverence.

Pure, untainted reverence.

At this moment, in the hearts of these million geniuses, not a single thought of competing with Qin Ming could arise.

It was a power that transcended the realm of understanding, making even the desire to chase seem pale and laughable.

Their gazes clung tightly to the figure on the screen that moved once more, leaving only a single, pure, and fervent expectation in their hearts.

Could Qin Ming pass the remaining six floors?

This monster... just how far could he go?

With a battle nearly divine, Qin Ming had turned all his competitors into witnesses and admirers on his legendary path.

Though the trial was not yet over, his position in the hearts of every genius was already unshakable.

Just as all the spectators held their breath, eagerly awaiting Qin Ming's assault on the second floor of the seventh Trial Tower—

All public broadcast screens cut off abruptly.

The massive screen above the Central Plaza went black in an instant.

"What's going on?"

"Why did it stop?"

"Right at the critical moment!"

A wave of bewildered and dissatisfied commotion erupted across the plaza.

But soon, some geniuses with broader knowledge or from major powers seemed to realize something. Their expressions shifted sharply, and they fell silent.

The higher-ups of the Virtual Universe Company and the other Four Great Giants had made a decision almost simultaneously.

The talent Qin Ming had displayed was not merely about clearing the first floor of the seventh Trial Tower—more importantly, it was his mastery of law fusion and his incomprehensible depth of insight into the Law of Space.

This had already far exceeded the scope of an "ordinary peerless genius."