Plan Arrangement

Slaughter Arena, boundless grassland.

Across the lush green prairie, black spheres were scattered and floating. Each sphere was roughly the size of an adult's palm, darting back and forth across the grass in a chaotic, rapid frenzy, resembling a swarm of black locusts.

Beep—Failure!

(Current record: 5 minutes 23 seconds, Personal best: 6 minutes 56 seconds)

Chen Beixun scratched his ear, his face full of indignation.

"This is nowhere near the 20 minutes Qishan demanded."

"Again!" Chen Beixun clapped his hands and said.

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Chen Beixun reappeared on the verdant grass. Suddenly, he threw his body to the side and leaped lightly, dodging the incoming black spheres. With a surge of telekinesis, his entire body plummeted rapidly, slamming into the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust.

A streak of green light shot out from the curtain of dust, weaving and dodging through the black spheres as if it were a carp swimming in a stream, completely in its element.

Beep, beep—

(Ten minutes have passed!)

Chen Beixun's eyes burned with intensity. The system's prompt sent his fighting spirit soaring, and his speed exploded instantly. The green light transformed into a brilliant, dazzling white light, from which ten phantoms branched out, each one an exact replica of Chen Beixun.

The world suddenly shifted; white ice crystals howled in like a dust storm—the Domain of Extreme Cold, even tugging at traces of the Laws of Space!

Beep, beep—

(Twenty minutes have passed!)

(Mission accomplished!)

Whoosh—

The grassland vanished, replaced by a massive plaza.

Chen Beixun massaged the back of his neck and then spoke up.

"Chunqiu, what is the next mission?"

The little snail Chunqiu appeared out of thin air in front of Chen Beixun and said, "1,000 consecutive melee victories in the Slaughter Arena. The requirement is that all opponents must have crossed the threshold of the Laws."

Chen Beixun's body jolted, and the corner of his mouth twitched. "What? Melee?"

"I'm really not good at close-quarters combat; I only know a little about blades and spears." Chen Beixun scratched his hair and asked again, "Is there a melee secret technique prepared for me?"

"None," Chunqiu said indifferently. "Heh... just kidding, there actually is!"

Chen Beixun: "..."

Meanwhile, in reality...

Qishan appeared in the sky above Center Island and hovered there, hands behind his back, overlooking everything on the island. He spoke aloud, "In one month, the space tunnel will open."

His voice echoed through the dim, lightless sky, carrying deep into the distance.

It was as if it possessed some kind of magic.

Boom~~

The earth shook violently.

From the slick, yellowish-brown soil, several black stones burst forth, emerging like bamboo shoots after a spring rain. They hovered in the air, forming a long, segmented staircase. At the top of the stairs stood a portal shaped like a bridge arch, with black particles occasionally flying out from the frame of the portal.

Seeing this, Qishan did not linger and vanished from the spot.

Inside the Linkong, a strange and eerie song echoed, sounding like a mix of weeping and chanting, before stopping after a few moments.

Within the silent, desolate ship, the sound of footsteps approached. A tall, upright figure walked slowly—it was Qishan. He was inspecting the ship's condition to avoid any unnecessary trouble.

At this moment, in the Virtual Universe, at Chen Beixun's Slaughter Arena.

"Why are there so many more people in the Slaughter Arena?" Chen Beixun had just completed his 364th consecutive victory. Looking at the bustling crowd before him, he couldn't help but be startled.

Beep—beep

(Virtual Universe Company Email)

Chen Beixun's eyes lit up, and he immediately opened the mail.

Universe Warrior Tournament...

Chen Beixun read through the details thoroughly and muttered, "Eligibility requirements... Universe Level 9." As he delved deeper into the text, Chen Beixun's expression tightened, and he froze in place.

"The first round will be held within each Universe Kingdom... 10 million to 100 million Universe-level combatants will participate in elimination matches within miniature artificial secret realms. Be advised: participants are not permitted to bring their own weapons; all equipment will be provided by the respective Universe Kingdoms."

"Only 1,000 people will be selected from each Universe Kingdom?!"

"Real-life combat?"

"Staying in one location for too long will result in being wanted?"

"As long as you kill a wanted person, all of their possessions belong to the killer, including their Galaxy Bank or Universe First Bank accounts!"

Chen Beixun frowned, his thoughts surging. It is brutal.

Heroes are judged by success or failure; the iron law is that the victor is king and the loser is the bandit.

"Held in 5,000 years." Chen Beixun saw the date at the bottom and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. "There is enough time."

"And this rule about not being allowed to bring one's own weapons." Chen Beixun connected this to how Qishan had focused on training his movement techniques and soul-attack methods, leading him to a rough conclusion.

"This Warrior Tournament doesn't seem very friendly to Controllers, Illusionists, and the like."

The Warrior Tournament was about to begin, and the news spread rapidly.

Qiongkong Universe Kingdom, Li Di Star Sector.

Above a giant castle 5,210 meters tall, wind and snow swirled. A figure stood suspended in the air, looking down at the 105 Universe-level warriors below.

"Ancestor!" the 105 Universe-level warriors shouted in unison, their voices loud and clear, echoing through the heavens.

The figure no longer hid his aura; he was an Undying God, specifically a Lightning Undying. This Undying, named Li Di, wore a black robe over strange scales that seemed embedded in his flesh. He had a hooked nose, a long beard, purple hair, and crimson eyes.

"For this Warrior Tournament, a supreme powerhouse will be overseeing the battles. Do your best; perhaps one of you will catch the eye of that supreme powerhouse and be taken as a disciple." Li Di's voice was calm as he looked down at the crowd. Those Universe-level warriors all prostrated themselves on the ground, their expressions pained.

Seeing this, Li Di closed his eyes and retracted his aura, sighing inwardly.

"Searching for the descendants of Brother Murong this time, yet returning empty-handed again."

"Why bother, Brother Murong? If you had joined the Virtual Universe Company back then, you could have avoided such a catastrophe."

As one of the few close friends of the Marquis of Fate, Murong Shujia, Li Di had taken it upon himself to find and protect his fleeing clansmen.

At the time, hindered by the enemy's immense strength and powerful backing, Murong Shujia had not asked Li Di to protect his clan, choosing only to send a message back to their home planet to notify his people to escape.

Inside Center Island.

The Linkong vibrated slightly and then vanished from its spot—a space jump. A close observation of the Linkong's surface would reveal densely packed, obscure runes engraved upon it, which emitted a faint aura of the Laws of Space.

"We shall cultivate here for 30 years!"

"To ensure stability, we will then go to participate in the one-star mercenary assessment!" Qishan announced, immediately maneuvering the spaceship to fly toward the star that Tianwen Planet orbited.

It was evident that the star was gradually aging; in about a hundred years, it would become a red giant.

Chen Beixun walked to Qishan's side. After several months of systematic training, Chen Beixun was no longer the person he once was.

Ten soul crystals floated silently within his sea of consciousness.

He had already crossed the threshold of the Laws of Water and had even perceived a sliver of the Laws of Space.

The Demon Island Vine had stepped into the second stage of the Domain Lord level.

"Hoo~" Chen Beixun exhaled a long breath, looked toward Qishan, and asked, "Just how strong is that Star Behemoth?"

Qishan's eyes were deep as he pointed straight ahead and said, "It is right in front of us."

Chen Beixun was stunned, looking in the direction Qishan was pointing.

In the darkness of space, a pair of eyes like stars stared intently at the spaceship, which looked like a tiny toy before it. Its form appeared as a phantom but possessed a silhouette, and it emitted a kingly pressure from the Formless. It was none other than one of the twelve peak bloodlines: the Flame Star Behemoth!

Chen Beixun extended countless tiny scarlet vines to completely wrap around his body, forming a blood-red battle robe, and then exited the spaceship.

He appeared before the Flame Star Behemoth, facing it head-on. The Flame Star Behemoth's form gradually transitioned from a translucent phantom to a solid entity. Purple scales covered its entire body, and even the slightest movement emitted a terrifying heat wave capable of incinerating the world.

"Demon Island Vine!"