Hyperdimensional Universe: I have Three Thousand Ultimate Talents - Chapter 450:

Chapter 450: Chapter 275: Arrival on the Battlefield of Geniuses, The Brutal Rules_1

The earth is vast, the sky is boundless.

Standing atop a mountain peak, the avatar formed by Jiang Ming looked upon this earth, his mood exceedingly uplifted.

“This is my world!”

With a raise of my hand, the heavens and the earth are within my grasp.

For some reason, a thought flashed through his mind: if he had three hundred billion descendants, he could also nourish them to plumpness.

Jiang Ming couldn’t help but laugh dumbly, then cast his gaze around.

Above his head, the Great Sun hung in the eastern sky while the Full Moon dangled in the west, with three hundred and sixty-five stars shining brightly.

The Sun embodies supreme yang qi for condensation, while Taiyin nurtures with supreme yin power, positioned east and west, acting in opposition— except the world has just begun and the marvelous cycle has not formed fully, the power of reincarnation still gently advancing.

As for the three hundred and sixty-five stars? They embody acupoints.

Looking down at the earth again, its expanse spans a hundred million kilometers, truly boundless and infinitely profound. Mountain ranges undulate, winding to the edge of sight.

Forests dot the landscape, blanketed in green—this was due to the power of the World Tree that allowed plant life to evolve first.

There are also rivers, lakes, cliffs, ravines, and so on.

Overall, quite desolate.

“I have created a material world, a realm of reality, not one of energy!”

That was what delighted Jiang Ming the most.

Most powerful beings in the Eleventh Realm who create their inner worlds only achieve attribute worlds, that is, worlds of energy.

Even though these can nurture life, the life that exists corresponds only to attribute creatures. Incomplete creation makes it much harder to form the full marvel of reincarnation.

Jiang Ming’s world is entirely different.

With the lift of his hand, a gentle breeze begins to blow.

The atmosphere rises, gathering into clouds and fog; in the distant lands, dark clouds converge with thunder flashing and lightning roaring—rain has already begun to fall.

Looking another direction, volcanoes erupt, and a red glow burns.

Hold on…

Forces like metal, wood, water, fire, earth, and so forth have already completely merged together, forming creation and constructing a world.

Jiang Ming’s gaze sharpened as he saw at the core of his inner world, where an extremely rich power of the world had already been conceived.

Power of the World is the core power of an inner world, incomparably mighty, with unlimited potential, and the fundamental force for self-growth.

“My World Power is comparable to the origin force of the cosmos, several levels higher in quality than the powers of people like the First Sword Emperor, Taixuan, Blue Sea, Mo Duoduo!”

Higher quality means that the same amount of power is naturally much stronger.

Shifting his gaze, Jiang Ming then looked towards the World Tree; at this moment, this unparalleled treasure tree took root in the middle of the earth, its canopy covering the sky.

The entire tree radiated the Light of Creation, merging with the world, silently advancing its evolution.

Its roots also combed through the earth’s veins.

“This is the Sealing Sea Divine Needle.”

With the World Tree, his inner world was unbelievably stable, impervious to destruction even by powerful beings from the Twelfth Realm.

“Given the state of my inner world, if I activate it to form a World Projection, I can easily shatter the descent of others’ worlds or even directly create a confining prison to suppress ordinary Twelfth Realm powerhouses!”

This was by no means a delusion.

Compared to his initial Pocket World space, his current inner world was a thousand times stronger.

“The greatest gain…”

Looking up, Jiang Ming smiled.

Although the evolution of the inner world is within the realm of Martial Art, as it unfolded, it also greatly enhanced his soul, with soul power surging and its quality elevating.

Similarly, the power of the mind and willpower also increased explosively.

Even physical power strengthened to an inconceivable extent; the body, having been baptized by the Power of Heaven and Earth over and over again through the understanding of rules, naturally forged to a terrifying degree.

Later, with the acupuncture points branded with rules, strength was further enhanced.

During the creation of the inner world, when power dispersed, it reinforced everything once more.

“With my current sheer physical power alone, I probably rival Manji, the Twelfth Realm powerhouse whom I’ve slain!”

Jiang Ming exhaled a breath, which turned into a hurricane and swept towards the distance.

Beyond that, as various world-constructing rules merged and creation operated, subsequently spawning other rules and so forth, it equated to self-contemplation of supreme marvellous methods and supreme skills.

“Now, my Martial Art, soul, mind, and body have all stepped into the Eleventh Realm, and each realm’s power alone can contend against a Twelfth Realm creature, even exert absolute suppression!”

“From now on, the world is big enough for me to roam freely!”

“Without Divine Spirits emerging, who is my opponent!”

Jiang Ming felt a surge of pride.

His consciousness returned, and on the platform, he opened his eyes.

With a thought, the World Projection appeared, instantly covering and overpowering the Void around him before rapidly shrinking and growing even stronger.

When it reached a certain extent, even time and space were immobilized.

“It’s truly incredibly powerful!”

Jiang Ming couldn’t help but give a thumbs up.

It was just a pity that there was no one to appreciate it.

Turning around, he looked toward the Jade Gate, where little more than a month was left until the end of the ten-year period.

It was very short.

Nearly a decade of quiet cultivation had made him somewhat restless.

It might be better to leave.

Having made up his mind, he pushed open the Jade Gate and stepped through.

In an instant, Astral Travelling changed the world around him.

Jiang Ming found himself by a riverbank.

The sky was vast and high, and a strong wind swept across.

The Primal Qi was rich, and the rules were firm, not at all inferior to the Warzone of Ten Thousand Tribes.

This was his first impression.

But at that moment, he saw water splashing from the river as a hundred-meter-long fish jumped out, lunging at him while also exhaling a breath of icy frost.

“A fish Monster comparable to the Eight Realms!”

Jiang Ming’s eyes narrowed, and with just a light exhale, he reduced the fish demon to ashes.

Then, a message also descended: In the Great Qian Holy Dynasty’s One Hundred and Eight Prefectures, only by becoming a Prefecture Lord and accumulating three thousand points can one enter the territories of the Holy City and challenge the Holy Master.

“This…”

Jiang Ming was startled as a screen with detailed information appeared before him.

Name: Jiang Ming

Race: Human Clan

Cultivation level: Eleventh Realm

Points: o

Remark: Killing Eleventh Realm earns one point, killing Twelfth Realm earns one thousand points, killing Quasi-Gods earns three thousand points, killing Divine Spirits earns ten thousand points; killing Descenders earns half of their points. Ten days after the Holy Master is killed, the rankings are determined by points.

“How cruel!”

Jiang Ming’s eyes squinted, a cold gleam flickering.

One point for the Eleventh Realm?

Three thousand points for the Twelfth Realm?

The gap is too huge!

One must become a Prefecture Lord to challenge the Holy City? I’m afraid the Prefecture Lord possesses the strength of the Twelfth Realm.

Beyond that, there are Quasi-Gods and genuine Divine Spirits.

Jiang Ming couldn’t help but feel a chill on his scalp.

“Is this a Genius War or a death send-off?”

Although there’s no time limit, the dangers lurking within are chilling.

Especially since killing Descenders earns you half of their points, it makes even members of the same clan untrustworthy.

For the sake of ranking, there are definitely those who will stab you in the back.

“They really do see the Ten Thousand Clans as mere ants!”

Jiang Ming pursed his lips, suppressing the coldness in his heart.

His gaze intensified, and lines of Causality appeared before his eyes. As expected, Shi Lei and others had also descended.

It was like entering a World of Secret Realm; no matter how much time the previous trials took, as long as one survived, they all descended at the same time.

On one of the Causality Lines, he detected a familiar aura.

Master?