The End

Three staff members in identical black uniforms, their expressions stern, descended from the spacecraft. The leader was a Realm Lord, the other two Domain Lords.

"Your Highness Qin Ming, we are ordered to verify the completion of your mission in the Blood Luo World. Please present the Blood Luo Crystals you obtained." The leading Realm Lord spoke respectfully but with an official tone.

Qin Ming nodded, taking out an ordinary metal box he had prepared in advance. He opened it, revealing a single, crystalline, blood-red triangular prism.

Back when he had slain the Spirit Wall City Lord, he had obtained three Blood Luo Crystals in total. This was one of them.

The three staff members immediately stepped forward, extracting precision instruments to conduct their inspection.

The instruments emitted soft scanning beams, simultaneously connecting to the Virtual Universe database for comparison.

After a moment, the inspection was complete.

"Congratulations, Your Highness, on completing the mission. The reward of ten thousand points has been credited to your account." The Realm Lord put away his instruments and bowed to Qin Ming.

"We have disturbed Your Highness. We take our leave."

The three returned to the spacecraft with crisp efficiency and departed swiftly.

The estate fell back into silence.

Qin Ming checked his account; the points had indeed increased by ten thousand. He paid it little mind.

"The training in the Blood Luo World is officially over." He closed the virtual screen.

"After the qualification battle ends, it should be about time to break through to Domain Lord." Qin Ming mused to himself.

He had no intention of lingering at the Cosmic level and wasting time.

Even though possessing the Space-Time Nightmare Beast avatar granted him an affinity for and comprehension speed of the laws of space and time far beyond ordinary people, the life level and soul essence of the Cosmic level were ultimately a limitation.

It was like trying to channel a surging river through a narrow water bottle; the efficiency was inevitably compromised.

The Domain Lord level was a clear watershed. The leap in life level, the further strengthening of the soul, would allow for a clearer and deeper resonance with the origin of the universe.

At that point, his efficiency in comprehending the laws through the Space-Time Nightmare Beast avatar would undergo a qualitative leap.

Of course, the best realm for comprehending the laws was still the Realm Lord stage.

"With my current accumulation, breaking through to Domain Lord is a natural progression." Qin Ming was very confident in this.

Whether it was his comprehension of the laws, his willpower, or his physical foundation, he had long since surpassed the limits of an ordinary Cosmic-level warrior.

"However, before the breakthrough, I'll deal with the qualification battle first."

Time finally arrived at the moment the qualification battle was to begin.

"The Primal District Cosmic-level qualification battle is about to start. All assemble!"

A deep voice instantly resounded throughout the entire Primal District.

The five Cosmic-level members of the Primal District—Qin Ming, Ailuos, and the three old-timers who had cultivated for long ages—all simultaneously looked up towards the sky.

High in the air, a black-robed figure stood with his hands behind his back, his aura as deep as the ocean. He was clearly a rather powerful Undying, an overseer sent by the Company to preside over this qualification battle.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The five shot up into the sky instantly, gathering in mid-air, facing the black-robed man.

Ailuos cast a complex glance at Qin Ming, his heart already as cold as ice.

He knew that this time, he was almost one hundred percent certain to be eliminated from the Primal Secret Realm.

And contrary to him, Qin Ming was one hundred percent certain to stay here, even... with absolute dominance.

At the same time, the gazes of the three old-timers from the Primal Secret Realm also focused sharply on Qin Ming, carrying scrutiny, gravity, and a hint of bitterness that was hard to conceal.

To be honest, Qin Ming had been in the Primal Secret Realm for nearly a hundred years, yet they had never seen him in reality or in any public setting within the Virtual Universe, let alone attending any open lectures.

In their eyes, Qin Ming was excessively mysterious.

"Interesting." Qin Ming sensed the varied gazes from the four around him, laughing inwardly. He could clearly perceive their emotional fluctuations.

"Ah well, there's no fun in bullying them too much. When the qualification battle starts, I'll save them some face. Just finish the fight quickly; no need to show off too much." Qin Ming's mindset was calm.

After all, at the end of the day, he was a Realm Lord-level powerhouse. Fighting these Cosmic-level "little ones" was already bullying them.

The three old-timers, however, were feeling a different kind of emotion: "I have trained bitterly for thousands of years, yet I am still stuck at the eighth level of the Heavenly Bridge... And he, a hundred years ago, had already passed the eighth level.

To be born in the same era as a monster like him... is truly... tragic."

The black-robed overseer's gaze swept over the five, and in the end, he couldn't help but linger a moment longer on Qin Ming.

As an Undying, he had naturally heard the news that Qin Ming had been accepted as a personal disciple by Chaos City Lord. Envy was inevitable in his heart.

An existence like Chaos City Lord was, to him, an unattainable, supreme being he didn't even have the qualifications to have an audience with.

"Everyone is here." The black-robed man withdrew his thoughts, his voice authoritative.

"The rules of the qualification battle: a five-person round-robin, each person fights four matches. A win earns 1 point; a draw or loss earns none.

The top three in the final points ranking retain their Primal Secret Realm qualification. The bottom two will be demoted to the Primordial Secret Realm."

"The match order will be randomly assigned by the system. Now, teleport to the 'Martial Arena'!"

As his voice fell, an intangible spatial fluctuation enveloped the five.

Shh! Shh! Shh! Shh!

Spatial fluctuations flickered in succession, and four of the five figures vanished from the center of the Martial Arena, teleported to different preparation zones to await the start of their respective matches.

Only Qin Ming remained in place.

"Oh? Didn't expect the first match wouldn't involve me." Qin Ming was slightly surprised, then chuckled.

"Don't worry, everyone will fight all four matches, not one less." The black-robed supervisor explained in a gentle tone, a gesture of goodwill.

"With Your Highness's strength, this qualification battle is just a formality."

Qin Ming smiled and nodded, saying nothing more. He casually found a seat in the spectator area and turned his gaze to the first duel about to begin in the Martial Arena.

Half a day passed in the blink of an eye.

For Qin Ming, his four qualification matches were all over.

The qualification battle as a whole was naturally not finished yet. After all, the cosmic-level qualification battle involved personnel flow among the Primal, Primordial, Heaven and Earth, and End Times Secret Realms, requiring several days for all rounds of matches and the final determination of slots.

But Qin Ming's part had already "wrapped up" early.

The qualification battle in the Primordial Secret Realm wasn't fully concluded yet. Its top three would have the chance to compete in a playoff against the final three from the Primal Secret Realm, vying for the sole Primal Secret Realm slot.

But none of this had anything to do with Qin Ming anymore.

Because he had won all four matches, accumulated 4 points, and secured a Primal Secret Realm spot ahead of time—and indisputably as the first seed.

Facing Ailuos, facing the three elders who had cultivated in the Primal Secret Realm for thousands of years, Qin Ming's approach was strikingly consistent.

Three moves.

Not one more, not one less, exactly three moves.

He gave his opponents dignity. The black-robed supervisor took it all in and sighed inwardly: "This Your Highness... is meticulous, knows how to sheathe his blade, and understands when to leave room. No wonder he caught the City Lord's eye."