Physics God

After making a deal with the three, Ling Hao modified his competition information on the terminal and returned to Mu Kange's side. However, at this time, Mu Kange was talking to a member of a sect company.

"So, your Thunderfire Sword Sect really is skilled in sword techniques that combine thunder and fire?"

"What else can we do? We've already got this name; how can we not be good at these things?"

"I'd like to learn from you sometime. My older brother is here, so I'll take my leave now."

Seeing Ling Hao return, Mu Kange stopped chatting with him and asked, "Big brother, what were you doing just now?"

In such a public place, it is very impolite to use one's abilities to spy on others. In addition, words that one does not want others to know will be blocked and sound waves cannot be transmitted, so Mu Kange really did not know what Ling Hao had just done.

"It's nothing, I just ran into an acquaintance and chatted for a bit." Ling Hao waved his hand, not going into details.

Just then, many non-reflective black spheres suddenly appeared around Deimos, and then a series of colorful fluctuations appeared on the surface of these black spheres.

A spectrum of seven colors shot outwards, like chewing gum being stretched, eventually spreading into a rainbow bridge. One figure after another walked out along the rainbow bridge, until finally the rainbow bridge gradually faded and disappeared.

"Big brother, what is this?" Mu Kange quietly asked Ling Hao through his mental power.

"The Creation Psionicist, the 'World's Ends Within Reach' stage, simply put, means being able to create wormholes by hand." Ling Hao looked at those one-time-use miniature wormholes, wanting to observe every change they underwent from birth to extinction, and then incorporate them into the model.

Making an appearance in this way is itself a display of power, and no one dares to have any thoughts about the figure that walks out of it. After all, in the current Human Federation, the Creator Psionicist is a truly important figure.

"Old man Xingxiu, why have you come in person this time?" A young-looking man asked with a smile to a middle-aged man who had emerged from another wormhole.

"What, does this Dragon Tiger Martial Arts Tournament belong to your family, Four Symbols? Why aren't you here yet?" the middle-aged man known as Xingxiu retorted.

"Gentlemen, let's not waste everyone's time. Let's prepare the venue first," said a young man who looked like a scholar. After he finished speaking, he casually waved his hand and created a satellite that was no different from the moon. It seemed to have no interaction with reality and did not even cause any gravitational changes to Mars and its satellite.

This is the immense power of the Creator of the Heavens: they can create celestial bodies with a flick of their wrist, or destroy them with a snap of their fingers. Give them some time, and they could even replicate the solar system one-to-one.

"Amitabha Buddha, what you say is absolutely right."

"Hurry, I want to see rivers of blood!"

"There won't be any real deaths on the field, so why would there be rivers of blood?"

As they spoke, three more satellites were created. The reason they were created as satellites instead of planets was simply because they were not needed, and the shapes of these satellites also clearly indicated the sects they represented.

"Gentlemen, let's hurry up and get the site set up, or someone might come and attack us," another middle-aged man said. He then waved his hand, creating four more satellites and a planet, and moved these celestial bodies to a good position, with the eight satellites orbiting the planet.

The person he was referring to was naturally Chen Yang, who was sitting on the sun. After all, he did not allow the Open Heaven Spiritual Energy People to appear on Mars without permission. They were not Chen Yang's friends, so even if it was to hold the Dragon Tiger Martial Arts Tournament, he could only quickly create a venue or send people there and then leave Mars.

Even if I were killed, it wouldn't matter, since I was just an avatar with very low status anyway.

"Then let's go to Earth for a chat," said another psychic, and then they opened the wormhole again and left.

Only after they left did the others dare to start talking about them. Although this distance made little difference to them as to whether it was being talked about in their ears, they didn't care unless it was in front of them.

"These Primal Enlightenment users are either from the six major sects, or from super families or powerful sects. For now, we can only look up to them," Ling Hao said with emotion.

"Big brother, what kind of structure are these forces?" After witnessing the abilities of the Creation Realm Spiritual Energy Users, Mu Kange was filled with longing. The ability to create a planet in an instant was only at the Creation Realm, just at the third level. The fourth and even fifth levels would only be more powerful.

Upon hearing this, Ling Hao took advantage of the fact that the Dragon Tiger Martial Arts Tournament had not yet officially started to explain it to Mu Kange:

The power of the Human Federation can be divided into four tiers. First, there are the six major sects, which created the Supreme Martial Arts and possessed peak-level Open Heaven Psionicists. Second, there are powerful sects or super families, which possess at least one Open Heaven Psionicist capable of creating wormholes and achieving faster-than-light travel.

Next are ordinary sects or powerful families, those with the power of creation, and weak sects or ordinary families whose strongest members are those with the power of creation. As for weak families? They are not even worth mentioning.

If we assume the six major sects are holy lands, then powerful sects are quasi-holy lands, ordinary sects are first-rate forces, weak sects are second-rate forces, and as for third-rate forces, that would be like the Rocky Gang and the Whirlpool Gang—let's just forget about them.

These forces have been divided into the righteous path and the demonic path since ancient times, but that doesn't matter now, since they all belong to the Human Federation and are compatriots on a larger scale.

If we insist on using this division, then the righteous path, the military, and the demonic path maintain a delicate balance.

"Oh? In that case, the Mu family must be quite difficult to deal with?" Mu Kange stroked his chin and fell into deep thought after hearing this. Being able to create wormholes to achieve faster-than-light strikes and to create and destroy satellites and planets at will, in the context of "Silent Carnage," is simply a combination of an apocalyptic lord and a high-dimensional warship.

"But could this universe really be a derivative universe with a diverse food chain? Why are the divisions in interstellar space all pretty much the same?" Mu Kange rubbed his chin, lost in thought.

The biggest difference between this and "Silent Carnage" is that "Silent Carnage" has four major levels, each with five minor levels, plus a level zero, and "Star River God and Demon" refers to the peak Doomsday Lord, while here there are five major levels, each with four minor levels, and "Star River God and Demon" is a major level on its own.

Mu Kange didn't know if it was a coincidence or what. He was just a lowly ant at the peak of the zeroth level, and such cosmic events were none of his business.

Mu Kange then glanced at the others who had emerged from the wormholes and found that there were at least five people coming out of each wormhole, and in some cases, there were dozens.

"There seem to be quite a few extraordinary individuals and fortunes to be made here. Is it really necessary to make such a big fuss over a mere Dragon Tiger Martial Arts Tournament?" Mu Kange was somewhat puzzled. He could barely distinguish the powerful figures even when they weren't deliberately concealing their abilities.