Swallowing the Stars: The Birth of a Cosmic God King

"Let's see how it goes in practice first."

Yan Ning thought to himself, "If that's really the case, then things will get interesting."

If Yan Ning, with his ninth-rank bloodline, were to achieve results on the killing field far exceeding those of someone with a ninth-rank bloodline...

How would the virtual universe record that?

How will those powerful figures view him?

A prodigy with "ninth-class human bloodline"?

Just thinking about it is exciting!

......

The first trial.

Opponents: Ten planetary-level ninth-tier mentalists.

The trial space in the virtual universe is a boundless white plain, with no cover and no way out.

Ten figures appeared a hundred meters in front of Yan Ning.

human form.

His face was blurred, but his breathing was clear.

Each one of them is a ninth-level planetary-level mentalist, and each one controls dozens of blades.

Yan Ning did not draw his sword.

The curved blade disc flew out from the waist, with 196 blades floating around the body like a silver river.

"start."

The moment the system notification sounded, ten mentalists attacked simultaneously.

Hundreds of blades surged in from all directions, covering the sky and leaving no room for escape.

Yan Ning stood still.

His mental power surged forth like a tide, and the 196 blades transformed into 196 silver fish, precisely intercepting, colliding with, and counterattacking.

One piece, two pieces, ten pieces, a hundred pieces...

The opponent's blades were knocked off piece by piece, while Yan Ning's sword flow suffered almost no damage!

Less than thirty seconds.

All ten planetary-level ninth-tier mental cultivators collapsed to the ground.

Blades were scattered all over the ground, and the virtual body turned into specks of light and disappeared.

Yan Ning stood still, her breathing steady.

"It's so easy."

"It can't be that simple, can it?"

He frowned.

On second thought, it makes sense. Even without the support of the Flame God Clan's clone, the second form of the Arc Blade Disc alone is enough to crush them.

The soul strength, total mental power, and control precision of the Yan God Clan clone far exceed those of ordinary ninth-tier planetary level beings!

In this situation.

He wielded 196 blades with ease, each with its own trajectory and its own mission.

Opponents of this caliber are not even worth a warm-up.

......

The second match.

Fifty planetary-level ninth-tier spiritual masters.

On the white plain, fifty figures appeared simultaneously.

The number of blades surged from hundreds to thousands, sweeping in like a silver storm!

Yan Ning's eyes finally showed a hint of seriousness.

The 196 blades scattered, no longer intercepting one-on-one, but forming a rotating silver vortex.

The opponent's blade was caught in the vortex, either knocked away or shredded.

Simultaneously.

Yan Ning began to move.

His figure flickered across the plain.

It's not the ranged kiting style of a mentalist, but a close-quarters charge by a martial artist!

One punch.

A spiritual master transformed into a point of light!

One kick.

again.

He was like a tiger charging into a flock of sheep, each strike clean and swift, without a single superfluous movement.

three minutes.

Fifty opponents, all fallen!

Yan Ning stood in the center of the field, without a single scratch on his body.

"good."

"But there's no pressure yet."

Who says a psychic can't be a melee fighter? Every punch lands, it's pretty satisfying!

......

The third match.

One hundred planetary-level ninth-tier spiritual masters.

This time, the number of opponents reached three digits, and the blades rained down like a storm, almost obscuring the sky.

Yan Ning finally felt a bit of pressure.

It wasn't exactly fatal pressure...

It's the kind of pressure that "needs to be taken seriously".

The 196 blades on the curved blade disc were operating at full power, and the silver blade flow formed an impenetrable barrier around him.

at the same time.

His body moved swiftly under the cover of the sword flow, searching for a breakthrough.

One punch.

Two punches.

Three punches.

With each hit on an opponent, the pressure eases a little.

But Yan Ning also paid a price.

Because the opponent's mental attacks were too dense, several blades broke through the arc blade plate's defenses, leaving two shallow wounds on his arm.

Virtual pain.

But that was enough to make him alert.

"Don't be too overconfident."

Yan Ning adjusted his tactics.

He switched the blades of the curved blade disc from defensive mode to offensive mode, no longer trying to intercept all attacks, but instead using offense as defense.

Eliminate your opponent as quickly as possible to reduce their firepower density.

ten minutes.

One hundred opponents, all fallen!

Yan Ning looked down at his hands and began to assess his own strength:

"One hundred is already the limit."

"If the opponent has 150, I might lose. If they have 200, I'm guaranteed to lose."

But Yan Ning did not feel discouraged.

The combined attack of one hundred planetary-level ninth-tier mentalists would have crushed any ordinary planetary-level ninth-tier martial artist into dust long ago.

And he won a great victory.

Despite suffering minor injuries, they still won.

"I thought I wasn't strong enough."

"So I set my standards too high?"

After three trials.

Yan Ning felt something.

The fragments of the inkstone scroll may seem ordinary, but they are easy to learn and master.

However, its "ordinariness" is relative to those heaven-defying secret techniques in the universe.

At the planetary level, the third move of the Nine Blades of Meteorite: Annihilation is still a dimensional reduction attack!

Not to mention the curved blade disc.

The second form of the Arc Blade Disc, with 196 blades, is already considered genius-level among psychic practitioners.

For an ordinary psychic, controlling a dozen or so blades is the limit.

Yan Ning can control 196.

Moreover, the ability to ensure that each shot has an independent trajectory and tactical intent is itself a manifestation of talent.

Yan Ning only had the illusion that he was not strong enough because he always focused his attention on the top experts in the universe and the legendary geniuses.

But actually...

Yan Ning is very strong.

Very strong!

He can instantly kill a ninth-tier planetary-level king beast with a single slash, and kill a first-tier eternal-level Illusion Heart Clan member with a single punch. He can easily defeat a hundred enemies in the killing field.

These are things that people who are "not strong enough" cannot do.

Not to mention the terrifying boost from the Flame God Clan's innate talent.

A peak World Lord level bloodline is no joke or something to be taken lightly; at this stage, it's akin to a dimensional reduction attack.

"Stay calm first."

"After honing my skills, I'll go to the decisive battle space to make a name for myself and meet the geniuses of various races."

"With the enhancement of my Fiery God Clan's physical talent, combined with my mental cultivation, how high can I go? Can I become a Level 1 Elite and join the Virtual Universe Company?"

"The main problem is that I haven't grasped the core concepts."

"If I can grasp the essence of the domain, it shouldn't be a problem!"

The following days.

Yan Ning immersed himself in the killing field.

During the daytime in the virtual universe, he constantly challenges, fights, reviews, and summarizes.

Start experimenting with different opponent configurations.

[Eternal Star Level 1, Quantity x10]

Facing a first-tier opponent at the Eternal Star level for the first time, Yan Ning felt real pressure.

They are far superior to the Illusionary Heart Clan.

The simulation in the killing field was designed at Yan Ning's request, creating a near-perfect "monster"!

The opponent is faster.

It is stronger.

Their combat instincts are also sharper!

The first match was a complete defeat.

Yan Ning was not discouraged, but instead reviewed the entire battle process.

"He is faster than me, not in absolute terms, but in his ability to anticipate. He can predict my attack direction in advance and react accordingly."

"This is a difference in combat experience."

"It's also a difference in level of understanding."

In the second match, Yan Ning adjusted his tactics.

Instead of trying to outrun the opponent, they used the flow of the arc blade disc to block the opponent's movement space, and then used the explosive power of the Flame God Clan's physical body to win in a close-range decisive blow.

Although it wasn't an easy victory, thankfully we won!