Inside a vast palace in the Primal Secret Region.
A stone-gray Nutrient Pod lay horizontally in one of its cultivation chambers.
The entire Nutrient Pod measured twenty-one meters long and eight meters wide, its seemingly archaic metal surface decorated with intricate patterns.
Inside the Nutrient Pod, pale purple liquid filled roughly a fifth of its volume. A young man lay immersed in it, enveloped in an invisible chill.
The strange substances in the pale purple liquid gradually seeped through the young man's skin into his body. From the inside out, his entire body was transforming at an astonishing speed.
The Virtual Universe, Yuxiang Mountain.
Inside Estate No. 114 in the Primal Region, Yang Zheng's personal training ground had simulated a bustling cosmic city.
Beneath the dim sky stood abandoned cities of steel. At that moment, tens of thousands of dark shadows surged like a tide from their shattered buildings and twisted streets.
The icy killing intent almost froze the air.
"Kill!"
Yang Zheng stepped forward. The instant he drew his war blade, even space seemed to distort slightly.
Clang!
The arc of his blade abruptly accelerated, becoming a silver-white streak that swept toward the black-clad figures ahead.
At the same time, the movements of the hundreds of black-clad figures charging toward him suddenly slowed, as though they had sunk into an invisible, impossibly viscous swamp.
Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
The silver-white streak of blade light seemed to make a short leap through time, piercing that stagnant force field. There was no earth-shattering crash. It simply tore those hundreds of black-clad figures apart.
"Slash-"
The blade light swept through the outer ranks without losing momentum.
The black-clad figures who had not been fully enveloped by the slowing field saw only a blur before feeling a cold touch against their throats or chests,