With an initial grasp of the Law of Time, Qing Yu's consciousness instantly connected to the Virtual Universe Network, intending to try practicing the Tribulation Divine Weapon.
"Teleport! Slaughterhouse!" The Slaughterhouse is a special training ground in the Virtual Universe where any opponent can be simulated, satisfying both group battles and one-on-one combat.
"Settings!" Qing Yu's voice echoed in the empty space.
"Stellar Level Level 9 Peak Psycher Master, mastering the first stage of the Tribulation Divine Weapon!"
As soon as he finished speaking, on the other side of the alloy platform, space slightly warped, and a blurred figure condensed, carrying a Tribulation Divine Weapon on his back, identical to Qing Yu's.
"Begin!"
Qing Yu didn't hesitate in the slightest; with a thought, his powerful Psycher Master surged out frantically, attempting to activate the first stage, "Chaotic Dance Threads."
Immediately, a series of transparent circular blades flew out from the luminous white longsword on his back. A total of nine circular blades, controlled by Qing Yu's Psycher Master, had secret patterns flowing on them, forming a faint, ethereal thread!
The transparent thread twisted and drifted with difficulty less than ten meters in front of Qing Yu, appearing somewhat unstable.
"Too slow! Too weak!" Qing Yu's heart sank.
In contrast, the simulated opponent's movements were as fluid as breathing. The opponent formed a stable thread almost instantly, and it was almost completely concealed, unlike Qing Yu's, which was faint and ethereal.
Two threads cut towards each other. Qing Yu's "Chaotic Dance Threads" had only flown a few meters when the opponent's attack was already upon him.
Fast! Faster than the limit of Qing Yu's visual capture!
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh—!"
The gap was too vast!
In just one exchange! Qing Yu couldn't even clearly see the specific trajectory of the thread. His reluctantly applied "Chaotic Dance Threads" crumbled like a fragile soap bubble before the true mastery of the first stage!
The next moment, his consciousness plunged into darkness.
The Slaughter Space returned to calm, and Qing Yu's figure re-condensed on the platform, his face slightly pale.
"The disparity... it's this great."
"An initial grasp of the Law of Time only allows for the possibility of barely condensing 'Chaotic Dance Threads'…" Qing Yu's eyes sharpened, instantly grasping the key.
"But to truly unleash the power of 'Chaotic Dance Threads,' the Law of Space must also cross the threshold!"
"The Law of Space…" He took a deep breath, his consciousness instantly disconnecting from the Virtual Universe.
"Domain is the activation; Law… is the control of its essence!" Qing Yu closed his eyes. Without external aids like the Golden Thread Centipede shell, he could only rely on his own comprehension day after day.
Four years passed like sand through his fingers as Qing Yu focused on his comprehension.
"So that's it!" Qing Yu suddenly opened his eyes, a silver light flashing and disappearing in them, sharp enough to seemingly cut through the space before him!
The world, in his eyes, became even more "clear"!
The Law of Space, entry level!
"Four years… finally!" Qing Yu clenched his fists. Both major High-level Laws had finally crossed the threshold!
He didn't pause for a moment, his consciousness reconnecting to the Virtual Universe.
"Slaughterhouse! Opponent: Stellar Level Level 9 Peak, mastering the first stage of the Tribulation Divine Weapon, 'Chaotic Dance Threads'!"
Buzz!
The familiar figure condensed again, exuding powerful space-time law fluctuations.
"Fight!" Qing Yu low-growled.
This time, Qing Yu's execution of the first stage "Chaotic Dance Threads" was significantly smoother. The Tribulation Divine Weapon's sword body shimmered with faint light, and nine crystal-clear small circular blades instantly separated!
A thread, condensed to the extreme, flowing with a unified silver-gold luster, was born out of thin air!
"Go!" Qing Yu's will was like iron.
"Ding—!!!!" Qing Yu's "Chaotic Dance Threads" clashed with the simulated opponent's Chaotic Dance Threads.
The moment of contact!
Qing Yu's ethereal, swaying thread was like paper hitting a divine weapon! It only lasted less than 0.1 seconds before being instantly cut, but this precisely created an opportunity for Qing Yu to dodge the opponent's Chaotic Dance Threads, avoiding being instantly killed like last time.
"Puff!"
However, he only managed to dodge that one attack. Before he could react further, he was cut by the opponent's second Chaotic Dance Threads!
"The gap… is in fusion, in control! My power is still too scattered, too crude!" Qing Yu, having re-condensed, stood in place, deep in thought.
"I need to practice the first stage until it becomes second nature, so that I have more leeway and flexibility in controlling it!" He clearly saw the disparity: the opponent could perfectly fuse and compress the power of the nine circular blades to form a stable, deadly thread.
"The Peak Genius Battle is only three years away!" Qing Yu suddenly clenched his fist.
"Two months at most! I must initially be able to freely unleash a single Chaotic Dance Thread! Before the Genius Battle begins, I must completely master the first stage!"
Qing Yu cast aside all impatience and began a new round of Impact and refinement.
Three years passed in the blink of an eye.
Over these three years, Qing Yu's figure was almost entirely immersed in the relentless practice of the first stage of the "Tribulation Divine Weapon," "Chaotic Dance Threads," and the improvement of the "Myriad Threads Stream" secret technique.
Outside the cultivation room, World Master Qing Ming, dressed in a simple green robe, quietly approached.
It had been three years. This boy had barely stepped out of the cultivation room, consuming a vast amount of resources from the clan, and bearing the future hopes of the entire Qinglin Clan… The pressure on him was immense, as one could imagine.
"Time's up." World Master Qing Ming sighed inwardly.
"Qing Yu."
Inside the cultivation room, the sitting figure trembled slightly, and Qing Yu slowly opened his eyes. His gaze was as profound as ever, but more inwardly focused than three years ago, as if containing an endless starry sky.
Three years of arduous cultivation had seemingly settled all his sharpness into his bones. He stood up, his movements fluid and natural, without a hint of stiffness, and walked out of the cultivation room.
"Ancestor."
"It's been three years." World Master Qing Ming's voice carried a hint of emotion, but more of seriousness.
"Registration for the Peak Genius Battle has begun!"
Qing Yu's expression was calm as he nodded slightly:
"I know, Ancestor."
World Master Qing Ming looked at Qing Yu's unruffled expression, and the solemnity in his heart did not lessen.
The Peak Genius Battle gathered the most top-tier Stellar Level geniuses from billions of galaxies across the entire universe nation! The competition's cruelty far exceeded imagination. Although Qing Yu's talent was astonishing, his cultivation time was ultimately too short.
"How… are you prepared?" World Master Qing Ming's voice deepened, carrying a subtle hint of inquiry and expectation.
"The first stage of the Tribulation Divine Weapon…" He didn't finish the question, but the meaning was clear. This was Qing Yu's biggest trump card at the moment, and also the most uncertain aspect in Qing Ming's mind; that divine weapon was too difficult to wield!
Qing Yu met World Master Qing Ming's gaze. His eyes remained calm, yet beneath that calmness, there was a rock-like steadfastness and… absolute confidence!
"Rest assured, Ancestor." Qing Yu's voice was not loud, but every word was clear, carrying a decisive strength.
"I am confident in unleashing the first stage of the Tribulation Divine Weapon!"