Swallowing the Stars: Only in my later years did I come to the life-spending panel.

Several days later, the door to Zhou Mu's training room slowly opened.

Zhou Mu stepped out, his aura restrained, but there was a faint flow of lightning in his every move.

He looked up and saw that Zhou Pojun, Zhou Hai, Zhou Wanqing, and Zhou Lie were already waiting outside.

"Father!" "Master!"

The four of them bowed in unison.

Zhou Mu's gaze swept over the four people, finally landing on Zhou Wanqing.

Zhou Wanqing stepped forward, her face filled with barely suppressed excitement, yet she tried her best to appear composed, and said, "Father, I won!"

Zhou Mu looked at her and nodded slightly.

He was not surprised by the result. This girl's talent was closest to his, and as his youngest daughter, she had never lacked resources for cultivation.

Now at the age of twenty-one, he is already a mid-level warrior, and his Nine-Fold Thunder Blade has reached the fourth level of perfection.

Such talent is already top-tier even on Earth, but unfortunately Zhou Wanqing did not inherit Zhou Mu's talent as a mentalist.

"Father, the selection process is now complete. As you instructed, the selection process was fair and transparent."

"All twenty-three members of the family who met the requirements for the Peak Training Camp participated in the selection. Through physical data testing and ring combat, Wanqing and Xiaolie entered the finals."

"Wanqing ultimately won."

Zhou Hai explained from the side.

Zhou Mu nodded, took out a palm-sized silver card from his pocket, and handed it to Zhou Wanqing.

"Take it."

Zhou Wanqing took the card with both hands. It was slightly heavy and silver-white. The front was engraved with the words "Peak Training Camp" and below it was a number: DF-001. The back contained her name, age and other information.

"This is your admission notice and your identification for the next three years at the training camp. You can use this card to enter the training camp on the opening day."

Zhou Mu continued to explain, "Of course, if you want to go earlier, that's fine too."

Zhou Wanqing solemnly put the card away and nodded slowly.

Congratulations, Sister Wanqing.

Zhou Lie, standing to the side, clasped his hands in a fist salute. His expression was calm and composed, showing no sign of disappointment. He was as composed as if he had not lost.

Zhou Mu turned to look at him, a slight stirring in her heart.

The child was his cousin's only son. He and his wife perished in a beast tide, leaving him to grow up alone in the family.

He had just become a martial artist last year and plunged into the wilderness. In just one year, he had grown from a junior warrior to a junior general. He had also watched the boy's combat videos and found that he had a strong talent for actual combat.

Zhou Mu nodded inwardly, "Xiao Lie, your talent is in no way inferior to Wan Qing's. As the second place winner, I'll personally sponsor you with 500 million yuan. You can buy equipment, potions, and attack techniques, whatever you want. I'll pay for it."

"Thank you, Patriarch!" A burning light flashed in Zhou Lie's eyes as he bowed deeply.

"Keep up the good work, and I hope you can successfully enter the top training camp in three months."

Zhou Mu nodded and turned his gaze to Zhou Wanqing: "Three months later, the Peak Training Camp will officially open. At that time, genius martial artists from major base cities around the world will gather here, including the monstrous geniuses who were already in the elite training camps of the two martial arts schools, to compete for 240 spots."

"None of those who were able to get in were weak."

"And you..."

Zhou Mu paused for a moment, then continued:

"As the first and currently only student admitted without examination, you will face a barrage of rumors and gossip, and the pressure on you will be immense!"

Zhou Wanqing took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, "Father, rest assured! I will definitely not bring shame to the family or disgrace you!"

"I hope so!" Zhou Mu waved his hand. "Everyone, you can all leave now!"

The group bowed and took their leave.

......

Time flies, and more than two months have passed in the blink of an eye.

On the former site of the Third Military Region of Jiangnan Base City, a massive building complex covering 300 square kilometers has sprung up.

The towering alloy walls have been completed, densely covered with energy cannons and monitoring equipment. Inside, dozens of training facilities are lined up in a row, including gravity chambers, simulated battlefields, and combat arenas...

Each arena is constructed from high-grade Kro alloy, costing a considerable sum, and can withstand attacks from lord-level monsters.

In the center stands a ten-story building, entirely black, which is the main building of the Peak Training Camp.

On this day, Zhou Mu came to the training camp alone.

He stood with his hands behind his back on the top floor of the main building, overlooking the bustling construction scene below.

All those involved in the construction were martial artists of warrior level or above. In places where heavy equipment was usually required for construction, the involvement of high-level martial artists greatly increased the construction speed. Thanks to this, the construction of a camp covering hundreds of square kilometers was completed in just three months!

"Chief Instructor."

A respectful voice came from behind; it was the project manager dispatched by the Extreme Martial Arts Academy, a high-level War God.

"How's the progress?"

"The main construction has been fully completed, and the main building's decoration is 80% complete. It can be fully completed within 15 days before the opening of the camp."

The person in charge paused for a moment, then said, "The curator has also transferred the trial tower from the previous elite training camp, as well as two ancient civilization gravity chambers, which will be delivered in three days."

"There is one room, which the owner instructed is for you."

Zhou Mu nodded. "Okay, I'll put mine in my training room. You can arrange the rest as you see fit."

As he gazed at this land that was about to become a cradle of global geniuses, a thought suddenly popped into his mind.

Back when Hong established the Ultimate Martial Arts Elite Training Camp, he killed a king-level monster, the Black Dragon, born from a volcano. He placed the dragon's eye on the dragon-shaped sculpture ranking list of the elite training camp, giving every new student a huge shock.

"Perhaps I should also prepare a gift for my dear future students."

Zhou Mu muttered to himself, a slow smile creeping onto his lips.

The person in charge was taken aback: "Chief Instructor, you mean...?"

Zhou Mu didn't explain, he just turned and looked eastward.

That's the direction of the East China Sea.

Deep in the East China Sea, more than 2,000 kilometers away from the Jiangnan base city, lies a monstrous sea monster—the Azure Dragon of the East China Sea.

This is a dragon over 100 meters long, covered in bluish-black scales, with eerie red eyes. It has been entrenched in the East China Sea for decades, and no human ships within hundreds of miles dare to approach it. It has attacked coastal base cities many times, causing a large number of casualties.

The Chinese military had also organized several encirclement and suppression operations, dispatching several planetary-level powerhouses, but he escaped each time by taking advantage of his home ground at sea.

It is the top-tier among King-level monsters and the culprit behind the ocean monster tide.

Zhou Mu's gaze pierced through the clouds, as if he could see the surging black tide.

"You are fully responsible for the final touches on the construction of the training camp. I will be back before the camp opens."

He turned around, his tone calm yet brooking no argument.

The person in charge was startled: "Chief Instructor, where are you going?"

"Let's go to the East China Sea!"

Zhou Mu answered, and in the next instant, his figure transformed into a streak of deep purple lightning and vanished into the horizon.

The person in charge stood there, staring at the fleeting streak of light, unable to recover for a long time.

After a long silence, he murmured, "...To the East Sea?"