Genius and the Finals Begin

Under the escort of Venerable Xichen, the group of geniuses opened their eyes to find themselves standing in a massive plaza.

The area was already densely packed with countless Universe-Level geniuses, clearly divided into groups of a thousand, each chatting amongst themselves.

After giving a few instructions, Marquis Xichen headed off to the side; his task was complete, and these little ones would be handled by specialized personnel from here on out.

As for him, he went to converse with some old friends. Before he had even approached, a voice drifted over from afar.

"Xichen, you're late. Looking at these little ones from your Meteor Universe Kingdom, it seems you'll be the one treating us to a feast!"

The speaker was also a Marquis-level immortal. Beside him stood several other figures; as the saying goes, dragons do not dwell with snakes, and these individuals were all powerful immortals from ancient universe kingdoms, each at the Marquis level.

"Wumeng, don't point fingers at me. Don't you have a few good seedlings from your Manka Star Clan as well? If anyone is treating, you won't be escaping it either!"

Xichen spoke to the giant man with a familiar tone. Belonging to the same top ten peak bloodlines of humanity, they had many interactions and were close friends.

"Haha, a treat is no problem! But I noticed a few of your own kin among these little ones; that's quite rare! Since our Manka Star Clan also brought a few youngsters, how about we have them compete?"

The giant Wumeng scanned the Meteor Universe Kingdom's formation, seemingly having discovered something, and spoke up immediately.

Xichen, not wanting to lose face and recalling the intelligence he had received, agreed without hesitation.

"Fine, then whoever loses treats everyone to drinks."

Meanwhile, after Marquis Xichen departed, Huang Wuye and the others used their pre-issued number plates to find their assigned rooms before settling into a corner of the virtual space's restaurant.

As time passed, several names were repeatedly mentioned among the many geniuses, all of them favorites to win the championship.

In the distance, a thin man about two point three or four meters tall, shrouded in a black robe, was discussing with his companions: "That is 'Phantom Demon' Gasotu of the Howling God Clan. He dominated the warrior tournament in the Pengu Universe Kingdom.

It is said that from start to finish, he didn't even make a move; he simply looked at his opponents, and they all fell into illusions and died."

Huang Wuye and his three companions followed his gaze to see a quiet man. His aura was completely hidden, appearing ordinary with a sunny smile.

Seeming to sense their scrutiny, he glanced over and smiled slightly, appearing to possess remarkable strength and spiritual perception.

"That's not all! I heard that this year, the Wild Savage Universe Kingdom has a member of the Manka Star royal family participating. It's said to be the strongest showing in years."

Just then, someone else in that group spoke up. Following his gaze, a silver-clad youth came into view, his momentum surging and his bearing heroic.

"Neither of those two is the strongest. The strongest should be the God of Slaughter and Blade Maniac.

Their comprehension of the laws is almost catching up to some of the weaker Universe-Level geniuses in the Virtual Universe Company's Taichu Region.

You could say their entry into the Virtual Universe Company is a certainty."

Huang Wuye, who had been distracted, felt his gaze sharpen. If that were the case, the strength of these two was quite interesting.

One had to know that members of the Virtual Universe Company's Taichu Region generally possessed law comprehension equivalent to the fifth or sixth level of the Heavenly Bridge, while the top ones likely reached the seventh.

By his own estimation, his current law comprehension was about the same, which meant these two were indeed formidable rivals.

And so, the four of them sipped their wine while eavesdropping on gossip from all directions.

The exploits of one genius after another reached their ears, serving as entertainment—truly, there were so many young prodigies.

The geniuses who could arrive here were all extraordinary, each with their own unique traits, but the youths who could truly stir their emotions and capture their attention were, in the end, few.

Time flew by, and more and more Universe-Level geniuses arrived, settling in various spots to talk loudly and freely display their youthful spirit.

Finally, personnel from all 1,008 universe kingdoms had arrived. All participants were now led by Virtual Universe Company staff to assemble in a massive plaza.

1,008 universe kingdoms, 1,000 people each—over a million people stood densely packed, yet not a single sound was made.

The space suddenly rippled, and a towering deity appeared, an overwhelming pressure radiating from his body.

He was a man a thousand feet tall with scales on his arms; this was clearly a Universe Venerable.

"You may address me as Venerable Nanke. I am responsible for presiding over the finals of this Universe-Level Warrior Tournament.

You are all the strongest among the Universe-Level fighters from 1,008 universe kingdoms. I will say this only once.

This time, we will only accept one thousand individuals—that is, the top one thousand.

You have only one chance. You are not infants at the Star Level; each of you should have experienced blood and fire."

He paused for a moment before continuing:

"Next, I will announce the format for this assessment."

With a wave of his hand, a miniature multi-layered plane appeared in the void.

"This is a world of overlapping planes. Shortly, I will release tens of thousands of races into it, including the Demon Race, the Machine Race, and the Bug Race.

They range from Universe-Level 9 to World Lord-Level 9. Each Universe-Level 9 counts as one point, Domain Lord-Level 1 counts as ten points, Domain Lord-Level 2 counts as twenty points...

World Lord-Level 1 counts as one thousand points, and so on.

You may freely choose your weapons and armor. Each of you will be sent individually into separate planes. Your opponents are the countless alien races within those planes.

Your final ranking will be based on the points you accumulate before you are killed.

So, go and slaughter! Give it your all and display yourselves without reservation!

You only have one chance!"

As Venerable Nanke's final words fell, all the Universe-Level geniuses erupted in a frenzy.

Huang Wuye was also somewhat startled; this was quite different from the assessment he had anticipated.

It seems Venerable Nanke has a penchant for violence; one must remember that most of the geniuses selected in this batch will eventually serve under him, and naturally, he is the one to dictate the examination methods.

Judging by this assessment, it is clear that Venerable Nanke is not a man who plays by the rules, though that is of no concern to them.

In fact, this method suits him even better; after all, he has fought these bizarre creatures far more often than he has fought other people.

After all, he has lost count of how many times he has clashed with them in the Slaughter Space.

While Huang Wuye was lost in thought, the geniuses were stepping into the teleportation channels one after another, entering the Multi-Trial Plane.

The finals of this Universe-Level Warrior Tournament, which has attracted so many, are nearing their end, ready to draw to a close.

To whom the victory will fall shall soon be revealed, and countless people are waiting with bated breath to see who will become the protagonist of this grand spectacle.