Chapter 622 - 213: Madman Qin Feng, Fame Spreads, Light-Speed Growth
Chapter 622: Chapter 213: Madman Qin Feng, Fame Spreads, Light-Speed Growth
The Nine Spirits King’s voice, which carried the weight of supreme rules, slowly faded from the minds of the five trillion geniuses. However, the shock and sheer volume of information it left behind were like a giant boulder dropped into a calm lake, sending out ripple after ripple.
A thousand-year timeline, the plundering of points, a ten-year Hunting Stage, failure leading to elimination...
Every word foretold an unprecedented, long, and bloody game of survival.
The Nine Spirits King didn’t begin the teleportation immediately. Instead, he gave all the contestants three minutes to digest and understand this complex set of rules.
On the plaza, the deathly silence was broken, replaced by a suppressed, buzzing hum.
Countless geniuses were rapidly exchanging glances with their companions, using the most concise language possible to urgently formulate initial strategies.
"The rules are even crueler than I imagined."
Jinmu’s gaze was as sharp as a blade. "A ten-year Hunting Stage... once you’re caught in it, making a comeback will be next to impossible. This means we have almost no room for error."
"Yeah,"
Fire Circle’s usual playful smile was gone, his expression exceptionally grave. "And the random deployment... that’s the biggest variable."
He looked at Qin Feng and Jinmu, speaking quickly. "Once we’re in, we’ll try to find a way to meet up as soon as possible. But given the circumstances—five trillion people being dropped into ten thousand galaxies—we’re not guaranteed to be in the same place. We’ll have to leave it to fate. It’d be best if we meet, but if we don’t... there’s nothing we can do about it."
"Okay."
Qin Feng gave a brief, concise nod.
He understood that on such a massive scale, any intricate plan would be futile.
The only thing they could do was ensure their own survival first and worry about the rest later.
The three minutes passed in the blink of an eye.
Atop the high platform, the Nine Spirits King seemed to sense that everyone was ready.
He spoke no more, merely raising his arm slowly and giving a light wave toward the endless sea of people below.
The next moment, a teleportation invitation shimmering with silver light appeared simultaneously before every contestant.
Qin Feng, Fire Circle, and Jinmu exchanged a look, nodded in mutual understanding, and then all accepted at the same time.
In an instant, light devoured everything.
Five trillion pillars of light for the teleportation erupted simultaneously across the boundless plaza, their brilliance outshining even the stars in the sky.
The light flared, and the figures vanished.
In a single instant, the vast plaza that had held five trillion geniuses was completely empty, leaving only the Nine Spirits King, sitting alone upon his throne.
...
At the very same moment Qin Feng and the others were teleported, the entire Subspace Network of the human Empire erupted over an unprecedented event.
The official Empire forum, a massive information exchange platform that brought together hundreds of trillions of netizens, had its top, permanently pinned position taken over by a brand-new livestream window.
[Cosmic Genius Battle - Great War Zone: The Thousand-Year Bloodbath]
The bold, crimson title gave off an air that made one’s blood boil with excitement.
At the same time, across the Empire, countless private networks, planetary LANs, and Star Zone information hubs—regardless of their size or subject matter—were all force-pushed the same red, pinned livestream link.
This was a public spectacle of the highest caliber, broadcast to all of humanity.
In every corner of the Empire, countless professional commentary organizations—from the official "Voice of the Empire" to private ones like the "War God Hall," "Martial Dao Frontier," and "Enlightenment Spectator"—dropped all their other projects. At this moment, they were pouring all their resources and focus into commentary and analysis of this Great War Zone.
The "Cosmic Genius Battle," and particularly its core "Great War Zone" stage, was the single most prestigious, valuable, and influential top-tier competition in the entire human Empire—bar none.
Qiming Star.
In the office of the Extreme Martial Arts Hall’s Master, Lin Yue, Gu Yue, and Wu Shangfeng—his three formative mentors—stared intently at the giant light screen before them.
Elsewhere, in a cozy apartment, Qin Feng’s uncle, Wang Ming, had paused his work to watch the competition with a hint of nervousness. The white-haired woman was no longer by his side.
His aunt, Li Juan, had passed away.
At the distant Du Na Star Martial Arts University.
Wang Hao and Wang Jie were also in their dorm room, silently watching the livestream.
And at Canaan Star Martial Arts University.
Shi Potian, Xiong Yanfu, Tiemu... these close friends and comrades-in-arms who had fought alongside Qin Feng, had long since gathered together, their burning gazes locked on the screen.
Ning Jing and the others were also following the livestream on the Subspace Network.
For people like Wang Hao, Shi Potian, and Ning Jing, they all had their own training missions and life paths; it was impossible for them to devote all their time to watching the competition.
But there was an unspoken understanding among them all: in any free moment they had outside of their training, the "Cosmic Genius Battle" livestream would be their sole focus of attention.
Because on that stream was a familiar figure—and a goal for them to chase.
...
When he opened his eyes again, the world around him had changed dramatically.
Cold, desolate, and vast.
This was Qin Feng’s first impression.
He found himself floating in the endless depths of space.
Ahead of him, a rather ordinary-looking yellow star burned fiercely.
Orbiting this star were nine planets of various forms, each slowly following its own fixed trajectory.