Chapter 525 - 326: The Internal Number One (Part 3)

Chapter 525: Chapter 326: The Internal Number One (Part 3)

’Faced with someone like Barton, who had fought his way out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood...’

’Compared to a "Slaughter Centurion" like him, whose experience, will, and killing techniques have all been honed to perfection, I’m still a long way off.’

After the brief silence Barton had caused, the conference room soon returned to a low hum of conversation.

The frequency of the white flashes began to decrease, and the seats were nearly full.

Just as the last of the attendees were arriving, at the head seat in the very front of the room,

a flash of white light, far more brilliant than any of the previous teleportation glows and carrying a searing heat, suddenly erupted.

The light faded, revealing a middle-aged man with a commanding presence, dressed in a silver robe, who appeared in the head seat.

He had meticulously combed, short silver hair, but what drew the most attention was the space between his eyebrows.

It was not a decoration, but a natural brand of a flickering flame.

"Hiss..."

A chorus of sharp inhalations swept through the conference room, Li Wen included.

Every member’s gaze was instantly captivated by that cluster of flames, their hearts shaking with shock.

’An Origin Law Brand!’

’That cluster of flames isn’t a decoration; it’s a symbol of power pushed to its absolute limit.’

’It represents that he has earned the recognition of the universe’s Origin Law of Fire, and it also means... he stands at the very apex of Tier Nine Star Lords.’

’He is only one final, crucial step away from breaking through to become a true Great Immortal.’

This was the required path for every Great Immortal.

To achieve Immortality, one must master a Law.

Tier One through Tier Nine Star Lords comprehend Laws, but Great Immortals master them.

And to master a Law, one must first gain the recognition of that Law’s Origin.

The silver-haired man’s appearance plunged the entire conference room into a silence so profound you could hear a pin drop.

His deep-set eyes calmly swept across the room, and an invisible pressure caused everyone to hold their breath.

"Everyone," the silver-haired man’s voice was not loud, yet it reached every ear with an unquestionable authority,

"I am the one in charge of the internal members for the Alka Empire branch of the Source Net. You may call me Yanjin."

"I have gathered you all here for one purpose and one purpose only—the upcoming Cosmic Peak Genius Battle!"

Yanjin got straight to the point. "You are the Source Net’s most core, most promising geniuses in the Alka Empire!

The Source Net has provided you with resources, environments, and inheritances far exceeding those of the outside world.

Now is the time for you to prove your worth and, at the same time, fight for a limitless future for yourselves!"

His words carried a powerful, infectious energy. "The Source Net is sponsoring this Genius Battle. As internal members, your results will directly affect the Source Net’s prestige throughout all of human territory!

You must give it your all, in your respective sectors and on the final tournament stage, to display the prowess of our Alka Empire’s Source Net branch!

Use your strength to tell the entire universe that the geniuses cultivated by the Alka Source Net branch are no weaker than those from other advanced empires."

"At the same time," Venerable Yanjin’s tone shifted, now laced with a hint of temptation, "the Source Net has never been stingy with its rewards for the strong!

Your final ranking in this Genius Battle will directly determine the level of your future resource allocation within the Source Net!

Furthermore, the ultimate prize for this year’s competition, consistent with previous years, will be awarded to those who rank in the top one thousand across the entire universe..."

He paused deliberately, ensuring everyone’s attention was completely focused.

"You will be granted the status of ’Source Net Core Disciple’!"

BOOM!

Despite having been mentally prepared, these four words detonated in the conference room like a clap of thunder.

A fervent light erupted in everyone’s eyes, to varying degrees.

Even Blood Slaughter Barton, in the corner, showed a flicker in his ice-cold gaze.

’Source Net Core Disciple... that’s a status that truly lets you ascend to the heavens in a single step.’

’As long as you become a Core Disciple, it means your lowest future achievement will be that of a Great Immortal.’

’This is an ironclad rule proven by the Source Net over countless eons—so long as they don’t perish prematurely, not one Core Disciple has ever failed to achieve Immortality!’

’Resources, inheritances, status... everything would undergo a world-shaking transformation.’

’Immortality... that is true life eternal, a breaking free from the greatest shackle of mortal life: the limit of one’s lifespan!’

’Setting foot on this path to the heavens means a future of infinite possibilities.’

Yanjin was very pleased with their reaction. He could clearly see the fighting spirit and desire burning on their young faces.

"The opportunity is right before you! Glory must be earned! The resources of the Source Net will only ever be given to the truly strong!" Venerable Yanjin’s voice suddenly rose, ringing with the clash of metal,

"In one month, the Alka Sector qualifiers will begin! I hope to see all of you shining on the battlefield of the final, decisive showdown!

For the Source Net, and even more so for your own path to Immortality—give it everything you’ve got!"

His rousing words echoed throughout the grand conference room.