#593 - despair!
Chapter 593: Despair!
Inside the Cosmic Boat's inner domain, the Frozen Flame Region.
Within the Tombship's corridor of life and death, silence reigned. Golden, luminous palaces were scattered throughout, surrounded by an even greater number of candidates.
The candidates within these golden, luminous palaces were each fully focused on comprehending the Xi Emperor Game, occasionally casting anxious glances in one direction.
There—at this moment, Luo Feng was surrounded by three massive crystal pillars. Their surfaces radiated dazzling light, the golden, red, and azure hues forming a palace that enveloped his head.
It was incomparably brilliant!
"Duan Donghe once said that as long as one solved the Xi Emperor Game to the fourth bottleneck, they would directly become the inheritor, without needing further competition or selection."
"Now, with the final deadline of three cycles fast approaching, the human Luo Feng of the Primal Universe must not break through to the fourth bottleneck."
"Who would have thought that although the Lord of Reincarnation didn't enter the Tombship, this Galaxy Lord Luo Feng's comprehension would be so terrifying? He successfully broke through the third bottleneck in just 9,000 years."
"Indeed. Besides him, the Bloodjade Venerable from the Eastern Emperor Holy Land Universe also successfully broke through the third bottleneck, but Duan Donghe's attitude towards the Bloodjade Venerable is completely incomparable to his attitude toward the human Galaxy."
"After all, one only took 9,000 years, while the other took nearly three cycles to reach the third bottleneck. Even I am more optimistic about the former."
"Humans, the potential of humans is too terrifying. Primal Ancestor, Giant Axe, Reincarnation, and now this Galaxy, each can stand alone. Even the God-Eye Clan, with its seven True Gods, is far inferior in terms of potential."
As the final limit of three cycles approached, some powerhouses were almost in despair.
Having learned that the Lord of Reincarnation was not participating in this competition, they never imagined that the final result would be so ridiculous.
In the past, Luo Feng was indeed outstanding, but it was undeniable that he paled in comparison under Yang Wu's halo.
When the powerhouses of the Cosmic Ocean mentioned the human race of the Primal Universe, they would more often mention the Lord of Reincarnation, awed by his extraordinary talent and strength.
But they rarely mentioned Luo Feng, and when they did, they mostly thought of his Silver Wing treasure, which was lost in the Ninth Abyss.
But at this moment—
The two great Holy Lands, the God-Eye Clan, and many other forces, while strictly guarding against the Lord of Reincarnation, fate played a cruel joke on them.
Their hard work failed to bring them closer to the Duan Donghe inheritance. Instead, it created the best stage for the Galaxy Lord, letting the entire Cosmic Ocean know that Luo Feng might only be the second genius in the human race—
But now, his value has probably risen directly, even completely trending towards replacing Yang Wu as the Cosmic Ocean's number one genius.
"That Luo Feng must not succeed. If he succeeds, all our hopes will be gone."
"The last bit of hope, this is the last bit of hope for my race. It must not be extinguished."
These Cosmic Ocean powerhouses, watching Luo Feng with his eyes closed in comprehension, were worried that Luo Feng would really break through to the fourth bottleneck.
After all, according to Duan Donghe, if Luo Feng could directly reach the fourth bottleneck, they would all be eliminated and killed to celebrate Luo Feng obtaining the inheritance.
As for those massive numbers of Undying Gods and Universe Venerables, Duan Donghe had already let them choose to leave when Luo Feng broke through the third bottleneck.
Now, those who remained were partly those who were unwilling to give up and wanted to fight to the death, and partly those who naturally had clones prepared to watch the show.
Three cycles.
This time, the comprehension time for the Xi Emperor Game was a total of three cycles. Now, only a little time remained.
Time was flowing.
28,000 years, 28,500 years, 29,000 years. As the final limit of three cycles approached, all parties were anxious, worried, and even cursing in their hearts.
"He must not succeed."
"He must not succeed. If he succeeds, all hope will be gone, gone—"
"No."
"The last bit of hope, do not cut off the last bit of hope for my race." Everyone was silently hoping, and even some Universe Lords went mad and attacked Luo Feng in the middle of it.
The result—
The tri-colored palace merely shook slightly, and they were directly annihilated into ashes.
Virtual Universe.
Primal Ancestor looked at Luo Feng in shock.
It was too surprising.
Luo Feng's speed of progress was too terrifying.
This time, he could say that he watched Luo Feng solve the Xi Emperor Game step by step, watching Luo Feng's speed become faster and faster, his comprehension constantly improving, and the speed of his aptitude's progress was extremely terrifying.
It was as if a piece of scrap iron was rapidly transforming into refined steel. He couldn't believe that the transformation of a powerhouse could be so fast.
Especially in this final stage, Luo Feng was like a phoenix undergoing nirvana, continuously breaking through the game. His comprehension was extremely astonishing even to him.
"He cultivated for a short time before, so his talent and comprehension were not fully displayed. But this time, he has been studying for thirty thousand years, which is nearly three ten thousand cycles under ten thousand times time acceleration. Is it because the time is long enough?"
Primal Ancestor thought to himself, "No, countless powerhouses throughout history have cultivated for even longer without being so outrageous. Could it be the special nature of the Earthlings' lineage in their souls?"
"But that's not right either. No matter how special their soul talent is, only Luo Feng and Yang Wu have appeared in the Earthlings' lineage so far. Although both are relatively outstanding, they are far from being comparable to these two."
The Earthlings' lineage is a very special lineage, extremely skilled in state of mind and will. Once they break through in comprehension, it is extremely fast. But it is impossible to compare with Luo Feng and Yang Wu.
The heaven-defying extent of these two is simply not like Earthlings.
No...
They simply don't seem like humans.
"Sitting Mountain Guest—"
"What exactly is his plan?"
Primal Ancestor frowned. Yang Wu might be related to the Primal Universe's Source of Origin, but Luo Feng was extremely closely related to Sitting Mountain Guest. Looking at the Primal Universe, even looking at the entire Cosmic Ocean, the only ones he couldn't see through, besides the two Holy Land founders who had never appeared in the Cosmic Ocean, was this Sitting Mountain Guest.
Luo Feng was completely immersed in the world of the Xi Emperor Game and secret techniques.
If he was just a layman when he first started studying the Xi Emperor Game, then as time passed, his will was tempered, and his comprehension itself improved in the research—
For many reasons, Luo Feng was very fascinated, fascinated by studying the Xi Emperor Game, the feeling of instantly analyzing, comprehending, and solving from hundreds of millions of angles—as if the mysteries of the universe were being deciphered.
Moreover, his potential, under this tempering, was like an uncut jade, gradually beginning to bloom with brilliance.
The further he went, the more Luo Feng felt that the strongest secret technique in the Ninth Abyss and the Xi Emperor Game were increasingly connected.
Especially the guidance of the secret pattern diagrams given by Sitting Mountain Guest, which made his speed of solving the game faster and faster.
"3990 games!" Luo Feng paused slightly, sensing the time: "It's almost the end of the three cycles."
"I'm almost there too."
"Rumble!"
On the ground behind Luo Feng, a crystal pillar suddenly cracked and surged out again. For a time—Luo Feng was surrounded by four massive crystal pillars, and countless purple light spots quickly condensed, turning into a palace that enveloped Luo Feng's head.
"No!"
The Seventh True God of the God-Eye Clan immediately roared in anger, his eyes full of horror: "The opportunity to transcend reincarnation—belongs to my God-Eye Clan, belongs to my God-Eye Clan, damn it, damn it!!!"
"This, this..."
A behemoth entrenched in the First Reincarnation Era even shed tears of pain and howled: "Are you going to destroy my衍兽 lineage? Are you going to strip away even the last chance? I am not reconciled, I am not reconciled!!"
Despair!
All the candidates were in despair.
