The Virtual World
“Little Yuan, why is everyone saying that the Milky Way Star Lord is the lifeform closest to being the Strongest one in the entire universe?”
Lin Shou Cheng couldn’t help but ask, “This Milky Way Star Lord, is that you, Little Yuan?”
When Lin Yuan advanced to the eighth rank, he assumed the title of Milky Way Star Lord. Naturally, Lin Shou Cheng knew about this.
However, there were so many rumors about the Milky Way Star Lord circulating outside that even Lin Shou Cheng felt a bit unsure. The Milky Way Star Lord described in those rumors sounded unbelievable. Supposedly, he single-handedly annihilated the eleventh-rank forces of other peak factions.
Could this truly be something his son was capable of?
The Insect Race Empress, after all, was an existence comparable to humanity’s Strongest ones.
“Probably.” Lin Yuan replied with a smile.
His parents typically didn’t pay much attention to major online events. However, his feats on the supermassive battlefield were so astonishing that they not only spread wildly within human civilization but also among other races.
The main reason was that his actions were so legendary.
“Big brother, you’re incredible.” Lin Yi, who was nearby, looked at Lin Yuan with admiration.
Compared to their parents, Lin Yi had a much deeper understanding of this matter. One evident sign was how the eleventh-rank patriarch of the Xia family had begun treating her with extraordinary politeness. (Also remember, she is not a brat anymore, her age is in the hundreds .-. )
To think that when she first married into the Xia family, she had barely even seen this eleventh-rank patriarch.
As one of humanity’s top families, the Xia family was enormous. Without being the sister of the Milky Way Star Lord, Lin Yi doubted she’d even be allowed to live on the Xia family’s main star.
But now?
In just this short time, the eleventh-rank patriarch of the Xia family had summoned Lin Yi dozens of times.
Though he hadn’t said it explicitly, everything the patriarch said revolved around the Milky Way Star Lord.
“I heard that even the Metamorphic Empress didn’t dare trouble you, big brother.” Lin Yi knew more about the rumors than their parents, including the name of the Insect Race Empress.
“The Metamorphic Empress?” Lin Yuan glanced at Lin Yi.
“The Empress didn’t trouble me because our human Strongest ones were present.”
Though Lin Yuan had achieved the pinnacle of the eleventh rank and could easily overpower many twelfth-rank beings in their eleventh-rank stages, the notion that the Metamorphic Empress wouldn’t dare trouble him was exaggerated.
Lin Yuan was well aware of the gap between himself and twelfth-rank beings. Even though his comprehension of the rules and mental will had reached the twelfth rank, he was still far from the true pinnacle.
However...
“If I perfect the Mysterious Emperor Body to the eleventh rank and my physical body reaches the twelfth rank, combining my comprehension, mental will, and physical body all at the twelfth rank, the gap between me and the pinnacle beings will likely narrow considerably.”
Lin Yuan pondered this calmly.
With all three aspects at the twelfth rank, Lin Yuan could be considered a smaller version of a twelfth-rank being.
Originally, Lin Yuan wasn’t particularly confident about his physical body reaching the twelfth rank. The main obstacle was that the Mysterious Emperor Body required absurd amounts of resources. But with over six hundred strongest weapons in his possession, Lin Yuan had no immediate resource concerns.
Especially since the eleven peak factions, eager to retrieve their strongest weapons, were willing to pay a premium, leaving Lin Yuan with immense profits.
Additionally, the essence of the physical bodies and souls of the tens of thousands of eleventh-rank alien beings Lin Yuan had slain could also be used to advance his cultivation of the Mysterious Emperor Body.
“So far, the prices offered by those peak factions can probably be pushed a bit higher.” Lin Yuan recalled the responses from the twelfth-rank pinnacle beings represented by Strongest Xia Qin.
After all, twelfth-rank weapons were essentially “hard currency” and even more valuable than universe crystals. Lin Yuan had no fear of being unable to sell them.
“Little Yuan, is the battlefield still dangerous now?” his mother, Lin Qiong, asked, concerned about Lin Yuan’s safety.
When Lin Yuan first entered the supermassive battlefield, he had mentioned it to them, but Lin Qiong hadn’t expected the battlefield to be teeming with so many powerful beings—tens of thousands of eleventh-rank beings.
“It’s not dangerous anymore.”
“Most of the alien powerhouses have retreated.”
“The entire battlefield is now occupied solely by our human evolvers.” Lin Yuan nodded.
Were it not for the war’s rules requiring the victory altar to be held for a hundred years, humanity’s evolvers could have already withdrawn.
However, adhering to the rules posed no issue. A hundred years, including the ten years that had already passed, meant only ninety years remained.
“That’s good,” Lin Qiong sighed in relief.
“Once this battlefield matter concludes, I’m planning to return to Canglan Star for a visit,” Lin Yuan said, as if something had just occurred to him.
With the supermassive war ending and humanity gaining control, Lin Yuan’s main task would be preparing to break through to the twelfth rank, likely involving his eleventh transmigration.
In the meantime, returning to Canglan Star, where he had lived during his weaker days, might help him achieve a sense of emotional completeness.
“Oh?”
“Then I’ll quickly inform Governor Song Wuyang,” Lin Shou Cheng’s eyes lit up. Governor Song Wuyang had asked him multiple times to notify him if the Milky Way Star Lord returned to Canglan Star so proper arrangements could be made.
“There’s no need to spread the word about this,” Lin Yuan said.
“Understood,” Lin Shou Cheng nodded.
After chatting with his family for a while longer, Lin Yuan disconnected from the virtual world.
On the Milky Way’s main star, Lin Yuan sat cross-legged, glancing in the direction of the supermassive battlefield.
Though the war wasn’t officially over, the outcome was effectively decided. The peak factions had all withdrawn, and once a hundred years passed, the war would conclude naturally.
“I wonder how many merit points I’ve accumulated in this war,” Lin Yuan mused.
To motivate eleventh-rank evolvers to participate in the supermassive battlefield, humanity had significantly lowered the difficulty of earning merit points.
Lin Yuan had slain tens of thousands of eleventh-rank alien beings in the supermassive battlefield. Even though these were merely avatars, their sheer numbers made the total merit points substantial.
Additionally, Lin Yuan’s influence on the battlefield’s overall situation, leading humanity to gain control, would be rewarded with large amounts of merit points.
“Advancing from a ninth-tier citizen to a tenth-tier citizen requires fifty billion merit points. After this war, I should have enough.”
Lin Yuan estimated that his merit points from this supermassive war would exceed fifty billion, though the exact amount would need to be calculated by the three governing goddesses.
“A tenth-tier citizen.”
A smile appeared on Lin Yuan’s face.
In over two million years, humanity had yet to produce a single tenth-tier citizen.
The existing tenth-tier citizens all hailed from the pre-Star Sea Era, during humanity’s long period of dormancy, when great contributions were made.
On the supermassive battlefield, Lin Yuan continued to sit in the depths of the altar.
[Your Unrivaled Insight allows you to observe the structure of time-space in warfare, gradually increasing your comprehension of time-space.]
Countless epiphanies filled Lin Yuan’s mind as his understanding of time-space rapidly deepened.
“Hmm?”
“This time-space imprint originates from the twelfth-rank pinnacle being of the Calamity Race?”
Lin Yuan dissected the supermassive battlefield, observing the methods of the pinnacle beings. Through his observations, he gained some understanding of the twelfth-rank pinnacle beings of various peak factions.
For instance, the ancestral beings of the Celestial Feather Race wielded techniques full of endless light, but within the light lay hidden depths of darkness.
“The Calamity Race?”
Lin Yuan scrutinized the traces left by the Calamity Race’s pinnacle being. The imprints seemed both rejected by and integrated into the cosmic starry sky, giving Lin Yuan a sense similar to that of the Mysterious Emperor’s secret realm.
“The Calamity Race is no ordinary faction,” Lin Yuan thought with a solemn expression.
While the twelfth-rank pinnacle beings of the universe weren’t fully aware of the challenges involved in surviving the destruction of one cosmic epoch and entering the next, Lin Yuan, as the master of the Mysterious Emperor’s secret realm, knew what it entailed.
If the Calamity Race had truly endured the universe’s great calamity and brought their entire faction through, their origins were worthy of deep contemplation.
On the Milky Way’s main star, Lin Yuan immersed himself in cultivation and enlightenment.
After reaching the eleventh rank, his comprehension of the rules surged, with one foundational fusion rule after another advancing into the twelfth-rank domain.
“The Martial Dao’s Eleventh Rank Chapter…”
Lin Yuan furrowed his brow in thought, devoting some of his focus to perfecting this chapter.
The Martial Dao’s Eleventh Rank Chapter was the final chapter before reaching the pinnacle. While it was crucial, since the next step was the twelfth rank, it could also be seen as a natural progression for those who had fully mastered the earlier chapters.
As Lin Yuan meticulously refined the chapter, his thoughts were interrupted.
“Hmm?”
Lin Yuan sensed something and vanished from the Star Lord’s Hall.
Outside the Milky Way’s main star, the figure of Deputy Tower Master Nalan appeared.
Lin Yuan quickly emerged under the starry sky.
“Milky Way Star Lord,” Deputy Tower Master Nalan greeted Lin Yuan with slight deference.
“There’s no need for formality between us,” Lin Yuan said casually, waving his hand.
“Protocol must be observed,” Deputy Tower Master Nalan insisted.
“I’ve come to deliver the first batch of resources from the peak factions to the Milky Way Star Lord.” Nalan produced a spatial ring and handed it to Lin Yuan.
“The first batch of resources?” Lin Yuan’s heart stirred slightly.
During negotiations with the twelfth-rank pinnacle beings of the peak factions, some strongest weapons had been bartered, awaiting only the transfer of resources for the weapons to be returned.
“Thank you for making the trip,” Lin Yuan said, looking at Deputy Tower Master Nalan.
The detailed negotiations were naturally handled by the Xiayou Evolution Tower’s representatives.
Returning to the Star Lord’s Hall, Lin Yuan began inventorying the resources within the spatial ring.
The ring contained a space spanning tens of millions of miles, packed densely with resources essential for cultivating the Mysterious Emperor Body.
“With these resources…”
Lin Yuan’s eyes gleamed with joy as he immediately began absorbing the resources using the Mysterious Emperor Body’s cultivation method.
Thus, Lin Yuan focused his primary efforts on comprehending the rules and refining the Martial Dao’s Eleventh Rank Chapter. His remaining energy was devoted to cultivating the Mysterious Emperor Body and other secret arts.
Time flew by.
Ninety years passed in the blink of an eye.
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