Arrival of Pinnacle Genius Battle

In the courtyard of Wang's Castle, a group of children were practicing martial arts.

Wang Yi descended from the sky, smiling as he watched the eleven children performing various moves under the guidance of Universe level servants. The five youngest, all under six, looked especially cute with their soft, childish voices and small bodies.

"Dad's back!" The little ones, who had already grown tired of the training, suddenly brightened when they saw their father return. Their eyes lit up as they squealed in excitement and ran toward him.

The six older children, however, didn't follow their younger siblings. Although they were a little envious, they continued their practice diligently.

The Universe-class servant masters paid no attention to the five younger ones and remained focused on guiding the six older children.

In Wang Yi's household, it was a rule that once children reached the age of six, they had to exercise daily, regardless of whether they were boys or girls. It wasn't about becoming powerful but understanding the effort required to grow stronger.

The Wang family was destined to become a significant force, and such discipline needed to be instilled early on. Their will had to be forged from a young age.

Wang Yi knew that spoiling his children without limits would only harm them in the long run.

"Come on, Long, He, Xi, Sun, and Yuan. I'll take you to your mother," Wang Yi said with a smile, leading the five children like a mother hen guiding her chicks toward the castle.

Meanwhile, over at Luo's Castle in West Lake Courtyard, Yangzhou City, Xu Xin was talking with her two sons in the yard. She noticed something was off when her husband, Luo Feng, returned and asked curiously, "What's wrong? Weren't you with Wang Yi and Thor?"

Luo Feng sighed softly. He hadn't expected the gap between himself and Wang Yi to be so vast. Even though he used all his strength, he still couldn't withstand Wang Yi's unpredictable attacks for long. What disturbed him even more was Wang Yi's terrifying physical skills, combined with the mysterious Yan Shenbing weapon. In the end, he had been utterly defeated.

"I need to work even harder," Luo Feng said with determination. His will was strong, and although slightly frustrated, he quickly turned that into motivation, his morale rising as he pushed through the disappointment.

Luo Feng was the kind of person who never gave up, growing more determined the more obstacles he faced.

This was one of the qualities Wang Yi truly admired in him—more than his talent or opportunities.

To become truly strong, one needed an unbreakable will.

In a far-off world, on vast ground, a silver-white figure practiced a body technique, constantly appearing in multiple locations. Soon, there were hundreds of identical figures—one hundred, two hundred, three hundred—multiplying with each passing moment.

These were the clones of the Void Zerg, all mimicking Wang Yi's form. They were practicing the "Ten Thousand Threads Flow" technique and studying the fundamental law of space.

The Void Zerg clone's unique abilities—Void Fusion and Void Walk—when combined with the "Ten Thousand Threads" technique, gave Wang Yi an unparalleled edge in cultivation. It made understanding the mysteries of body techniques under the space laws far easier. As a result, Wang Yi's mastery of the "Ten Thousand Threads" technique progressed rapidly, like a rocket.

In the distance, a dark red behemoth, as massive as a mountain range, exuded intense heat. The ground below had turned into molten lava, and thick smoke swirled in the air, making the landscape resemble a fiery hell.

"Roar~~"

The Flame Star Beast sensed the fluctuations of the original fire law in the space around it. Its six sharp claws sliced through the void, leaving streaks of dazzling light.

Elsewhere, in a valley, the Zerg brood—now four hundred meters in diameter—was surrounded by tens of thousands of master-level Zerg warriors. Their fierce appearances reflected their bloodthirsty nature, and they let out occasional growls.

The brood had paused its production of warriors, and the Zerg Queen was quietly cultivating within it.

Meanwhile, deep underground, a Universe-level ninth-order Cloud vine silently absorbed energy. It was evolving, its body occasionally emitting a strange glow.

In the virtual universe's killing field, a large mechanical workshop appeared. It was packed with an overwhelming number of traps, like a massive honeycomb. The density of these traps was enough to leave one in awe.

"Master! Amazing! You've fully mastered the second level of 'Ten Thousand Threads'!" exclaimed Bermuda, a small black-and-white creature perched on a beam in the factory, clapping its paws with excitement.

Wang Yi smiled. Before his second clone was conceived, he could barely perform the second level of the "Ten Thousand Threads" body technique. But now, with the Void Zerg clone enhancing his understanding of space laws, he had fully grasped the technique's mysteries in just a few days.

"It's still too early," Wang Yi said, taking a deep breath. "I need to push 'Ten Thousand Threads' to at least the third level, 'Hundred Threads,' before the pinnacle genius battle finals. That way, combined with the fire laws and space laws, I can fully harness the power of the Yan Shenbing weapon. Maybe then I'll have a chance to defeat Bolan and claim first place in the universe."

"Go! Go! Go!" Bermuda cheered, jumping up and down. "Master, you can do it! I know you're the best!"

On the other side, Luo Feng, inspired by Wang Yi, was also training in the "Ten Thousand Threads Flow" technique. However, his progress was slower. It would take over three years for his clones to fully develop, so for now, he could only rely on his golden-horned beast clone to gradually improve.

Inside a training room, Luo Feng was skillfully navigating through numerous mechanical traps with his foot-based weapon, while Babata's voice occasionally echoed with corrections.

Even with Wang Yi's guidance, Luo Feng had only laid a solid foundation for "Ten Thousand Threads." He had yet to even master the first level, "Single Thread."

It was clear Luo Feng still had a long way to go.

Thor, after inheriting the teachings of the kabu World Master, was also training tirelessly, practicing his sword techniques, mastering domains, and deepening his understanding of universal laws under the guidance of the intelligent being, 'Lord Wu.'

In a distant, icy world among the stars, Hong, dressed in black and carrying a spear, trudged through the snow-covered wasteland, his expression cold and focused.

"Bang!" A creature with smooth, scale-covered skin, resembling a giant white serpent, suddenly burst from beneath the snow, its maw wide as it lunged at Hong with lightning speed.

But Hong was faster. Expecting the attack, his spear shot out, the tip distorting the air as it formed a dark point that seemed to swallow all light.

With a swift thrust, the spear pierced through the creature's head and out the other side.

Moments later, the monster's lifeless body lay in the snow, while Hong had already disappeared, continuing his training.

Time flew by, and soon, it was March 9, 2066.