Undercurrents

In the open-air plaza of the Glory World, tens of millions of inheritors from various races gathered, almost all of them frequently flipping through the black book, their eyes fixed on the dazzling name on the Triple Inheritor Ranking—Wu Qingfeng. "2999 wins and 1 loss." This was the latest record. Today was the third day since Wu Qingfeng started his challenge. In just three days, he had fought three thousand battles, setting an unprecedented and astonishing record in the Ancestral God Sect's inheritance grounds.

"Just what kind of monster is this Heart Illusion King! All my Glory Points are gone!" A powerful alien warrior with three heads and six arms pounded his chest and stamped his feet, his tone filled with resentment and heartache. "In every duel in the battle world, I was extremely careful, only choosing opponents weaker than myself. All the Glory Points I painstakingly accumulated were wasted because of a moment of greed. I wanted to crush this human realm lord, but I ended up becoming an easy target. This is a complete loss!"

"Don't even mention you, I'm done for too!" A powerful alien being resembling a sea monster with dozens of tentacles panted heavily, his face full of regret. "Who could have imagined that a realm lord who hadn't even broken through to immortality could become this strong under identical conditions, without any external treasures to aid him? His understanding of the laws is probably deeper than many high-level Venerables; this is simply illogical!"

"The hundreds of thousands of inheritors who challenged him this time have all suffered a major setback." A rock race expert clad in bone armor shook his head and sighed. "We originally thought that the World Lord's visit to the Inheritance Land was just to make up the numbers, and that even human geniuses wouldn't be able to cause any trouble. Who knew that this Heart Illusion King would directly break the Ancestral God Sect's inheritance record, losing only one out of three thousand matches. This record is something that even the most outstanding geniuses of all races would find hard to match." In the open-air plaza, all the discussions revolved around Wu Qingfeng, with amazement, resentment, awe, and jealousy all intertwined.

The inheritors cherished their Glory Points immensely, as they were crucial for exchanging for Ancestral God inheritances and cultivation resources. However, this time, driven by momentary pride, countless people willingly offered themselves up, causing Wu Qingfeng's Glory Points to snowball and grow wildly. This sight pained the inheritors who had painstakingly accumulated their Glory Points, yet they were helpless to stop it.

"There's probably only one person in the history of the Ancestral God Cult who can earn Glory Points like the Heart Illusion King through battle," a successor from the Northern Frontier Alliance remarked, his tone filled with envy. Everyone knew that the Heart Illusion King's achievements were no accident.

Firstly, he possesses a reputation that resounds throughout the universe—he obtained the top three treasures from the treasure land that have never appeared before. Such a reputation is enough to attract countless inheritors from other races to come and challenge him. Secondly, his realm is that of a Realm Lord, which makes countless immortal powerhouses and Venerable-level powerhouses from other races who have already reached the top of the King-level Immortal ranks take it lightly. They thought they had a sure thing in defeating a Realm Lord, but they did not expect that Wu Qingfeng's understanding of the laws and his level of combat power had already surpassed the scope of a Realm Lord, and even crushed Venerable-level powerhouses.

Throughout the history of the Ancestral God Sect, there have been many Realm Lords who have ventured into the Land of Inheritance, but their numbers are extremely small. They are either mediocre or lack willpower. No one has ever been able to achieve what Wu Qingfeng has: as a Realm Lord, he has risen to the top among the four levels of inheritors and created a terrifying record of losing only one out of three thousand matches.

After this battle, Wu Qingfeng completely won over the countless inheritors on Zijing Island. They were convinced—without any external assistance and in a fair fight, a World Lord could defeat peerless geniuses of various races at the King level and achieve such an incredible feat. This strength was enough to inspire awe in everyone.

Even before Wu Qingfeng began his large-scale battles, his presence had already attracted the attention of major superpowers across the universe. Countless intelligence reports were continuously transmitted back to the core of each power through the inheritors of various races, affecting the nerves of countless high-ranking officials.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" The roar that sent shivers down the spines of the entire starry sky reverberated through the space filled with flames the size of stars. Before the majestic Sirius Palace, the Sirius Lord's emerald eyes were filled with an almost insane killing intent, his tone icy and chilling: "The Human Heart Illusion King must not be allowed to live!"

In the void before the Heavenly Wolf Palace, a gigantic serpentine shadow lay prostrate on the ground. Even as a peak-level King-rank expert, it still felt a chill run down its spine before the terrifying killing intent of the Heavenly Wolf Lord, its body trembling slightly. "My lord, Wu Qingfeng's understanding of the laws is ridiculously strong," the gigantic serpentine shadow spoke cautiously, its voice tinged with awe. "He has only lost one out of three thousand matches, his combat strength is enough to place him among the top ranks, and his fourth level of the Beast God Inheritance is probably nearing perfection. In terms of understanding the laws, it is estimated to surpass most Venerables."

"He can break through to the Immortal and Venerable realms at any time if he so desires," roared the Lord of the Heavenly Wolf, his killing intent growing ever stronger. "Once he breaks through, with his understanding of the laws, coupled with the massive amount of Glory Points he's earned this time, and the countless inheritance opportunities he can exchange for, becoming a Universe Lord is only a matter of time. Once he truly enters the Venerable realm, killing him will be as difficult as ascending to heaven!" The Lord of the Heavenly Wolf suddenly raised his hand and ordered, "Immediately formulate an assassination plan and report it to me. We must act quickly and nip him in the bud before he breaks through to the Immortal realm!"

"Yes, my lord!" The enormous serpent shadow prostrated itself respectfully, daring not to show the slightest disrespect. "Go!" Two beams of green light suddenly shot from the Lord of the Heavenly Wolf's azure eyes, landing on the enormous serpent shadow. With a deafening boom, the enormous serpent shadow was directly teleported out of this space-time, appearing outside the space-time controlled by the Heavenly Wolf Palace, and then transformed into a stream of light, disappearing in an instant.

The Lord of Sirius stood before the Sirius Palace, his emerald eyes blazing with murderous intent. Among the demon race's cosmic lords, he was undoubtedly among the most cunning, ruthless, and vicious. When Wu Qingfeng first joined the Ancestral God Sect, he had merely regarded him as an insignificant human realm lord. Although Wu Qingfeng was on the assassination list, he hadn't taken him seriously. But now, Wu Qingfeng's extraordinary potential had made him feel a deadly threat—a human genius who might one day become a cosmic venerable, or even stronger, was absolutely the demon race's greatest hidden danger.

In the far reaches of the universe, in a mysterious cosmic realm, deep within the void, black ripples spread outwards in concentric circles. At the core of these endless black ripples lies a colossal, jet-black throne. The throne stands tens of thousands of kilometers tall, its entire surface as black as ink, seemingly formed from an endless sea of ​​blood. Only at the very top of the throne's back are eighteen golden, alien skulls inlaid, their eye sockets gleaming with a faint, eerie light, as if constantly emitting piercing, soul-wrenching howls.

"Master." At the end of the black ripples, a powerful alien being with a glossy black body and nine scorpion tails prostrated himself on the ground. His voice directly entered the core of the ripples, his tone respectful and deep, "The Ancestral God has sent word to our clan's inheritor that the human Heart Illusion King has fought three thousand battles and lost only one. His record is firmly among the top ranks of fourth-level inheritors. It can be predicted that he will be able to exchange for an astonishing number of inheritance opportunities, and his probability of breaking through to the Universe Lord in the future is extremely high."

"Hahaha..." A maniacal laugh that pierced the soul echoed from the black throne. The moment the laughter rang out, the previously calm space-time trembled violently. Black ripples surged into towering waves, like countless black dragons chasing and roaming in the void. "Humanity has actually given birth to such a peerless genius, who is about to rise to become an unparalleled powerhouse. The most anxious ones are probably not us, the Prison Clan, but humanity's neighbors—the Machine Clan, the Demon Clan, and the Insect Clan... Just wait and see, the assassination of this human genius will begin soon." The voice from the throne carried a hint of mockery and anticipation. "Will this human tread through bloodshed and danger to ultimately become a powerhouse that shakes the universe, or will he perish along the way and turn into cosmic dust? It's truly something to look forward to... Go, keep a close eye on the situation, don't interfere, and just enjoy this good show."

Amidst the black waves, the alien powerhouse with nine scorpion tails bowed respectfully, then vanished into thin air, quietly departing.

The Prison Clan, one of the six supreme clans, originated in perilous cosmic places such as magma domains and the edge of black holes, and includes various forms of life such as rock life, flesh-and-blood life, and energy life.

In a perilous "prison" in the universe, the powerful members of the tribe are of various forms. They struggle to survive in the prison, are cruel and fierce, and enjoy watching other tribes fight each other so they can reap the benefits.

In another corner of the universe, a dazzling cluster of crystalline palaces spans several light-years. Within these palaces, planets, stars, and neutron stars are like ornaments, inlaid throughout, radiating powerful energy fluctuations. At the heart of the palace complex stands a towering structure 3.2 light-years high, its tip incomparably sharp, unleashing a dazzling beam of light that shoots straight into the depths of endless space. Wherever this beam passes, any planet or star is easily pierced, its power spreading across nearly an entire star field before slowly fading.

Before the tower, two cosmic beings forged from crystal stood silently guard. Their bodies were perfect, their appearances identical, and they wore ancient dark green armor. Each had a golden eye between their brows, radiating invisible fluctuations as they monitored the vast area surrounding the tower. Their auras were condensed and terrifying.

Inside the tower, atop the grand hall, sat a powerful figure clad in a magnificent golden robe. A faint glow emanated from the surface of his crystal-forged divine body, and a golden eye at his brow gazed down, its gaze seemingly capable of piercing the very heart. Below, a Universe Venerable knelt, respectfully reporting, "My lord, the matter is as described." The kneeling powerhouse's voice was deep as he recounted Wu Qingfeng's achievements, "That human, the Illusion King, despite being a Realm Lord, achieved a record of only one loss in three thousand battles at the Ancestral God Sect's inheritance grounds. His understanding of the laws is profound, his potential boundless; he is highly likely to become a Universe Lord in the future."

The powerful figure in the golden robe nodded slightly, his voice gentle yet carrying an undeniable authority: "Interesting. The human race has always relied on numbers to win, yet it has unexpectedly produced such a heaven-defying genius. Issue the order to classify this human, Wu Qingfeng, as a 'Super-Tier' alien. Closely monitor his movements, but refrain from taking action. Observe the situation quietly."

"Yes, my lord!" The kneeling cosmic venerable one replied respectfully and slowly withdrew.

Not only the Demon Clan, the Prison Clan, and the Crystal Clan, but also the six top clans, the Starry Sky Beast Alliance, the Northern Frontier Alliance, and other major forces all received intelligence about Wu Qingfeng. Their respective leaders were secretly plotting, some coveting him, some fearing him, and some wanting to get rid of him as soon as possible.

In the virtual universe, at the highest point of Thunder Island, within the palace hidden in the endless air currents, a faint phantom strode into the main hall, arriving at its center. He respectfully bowed to the void: "Lord of Chaos City, it is almost certain that the alien races will launch an assassination attempt against Prince Wu Qingfeng. This subordinate is unsure how to respond; please advise, Lord."

"Assassination?" The Chaos City Lord's voice came from the endless flow of air, tinged with doubt. "Shadow, why are you so sure?" The blurry phantom paused slightly, then said, "City Lord, haven't you read the emails I sent? Prince Wu Qingfeng has fought three thousand battles in the Ancestral God Sect, losing only one. His record has shocked all races. The alien races will certainly not allow such a heaven-defying genius to grow. Assassination is inevitable. I have already sent you relevant information via email."

"Oh? Wu Qingfeng has already fought three thousand battles and only lost one?" A golden-robed figure emerged from the endless flow of energy; it was none other than the Chaos City Lord. He lightly touched the void, and three illusory emails floated down, hovering in front of him. "It was my oversight; I've been too busy with trivial matters lately and haven't checked your emails." The Chaos City Lord's gaze swept over the emails, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes, before his expression turned solemn: "This little fellow has indeed not disappointed me. It's understandable that the alien races want to assassinate him. You immediately make arrangements to mobilize the Virtual Universe Company's undercover agents to gather information with all their might and ensure Wu Qingfeng's safety."

"Your subordinate obeys!" the Shadow Monarch replied respectfully, his figure flashing as he quietly withdrew to arrange intelligence matters. The Chaos City Lord stood in the center of the hall, his gaze fixed on the direction of the Ancestral God Sect, a hint of expectation and solemnity flashing in his eyes. It seemed he needed to have a serious discussion with the Darkness. Wu Qingfeng's potential far exceeded everyone's expectations; he was not only the Dark Lord's personal disciple but also the future hope of humanity, and he absolutely could not be allowed to perish during his growth. This assassination attempt and protection surrounding Wu Qingfeng had quietly begun.