Chapter 131: The Secret of the Legacy (First Update)

They knelt! Both Qin Ming and Luo Feng knelt!

Originally, Luo Feng did not want to kneel, but Babata said that he had once received the legacy of the Ninth Relic Site, accepted the token bestowed by the advanced intelligence of that time, and became a member of Yunmo Star.

And the person inside the crystal coffin was none other than Huyan Bo, the master of Yunmo Star!

The inheritance of the Ninth Relic Site came from here. Babata asked Luo Feng, “Should you pay respects?”

“Just because I once received that legacy, I should definitely pay respects!” Luo Feng acknowledged.

“As for you...” Babata looked at Qin Ming, his eyes burning with fervor. “The old master was once an immortal powerhouse, reigning supreme across the universe, conquering all eight desolations—a truly invincible existence. By receiving the old master’s inheritance, your future cultivation will be smooth sailing. Moreover, you will inherit the most powerful spatial secret techniques, allowing you to rapidly comprehend the fundamental laws of space. Will you pay respects?”

“I will!” Qin Ming nodded.

“But why is he the senior apprentice brother and I the junior? Are there no others in our sect?” Luo Feng asked.

“He is stronger than you, so naturally he is the senior apprentice brother!” Babata said matter-of-factly. “As for the sect… alas, the old master had several disciples, even immortal servants, but unfortunately, all perished in the final battle. Today, only you two remain, along with me, of course!”

Qin Ming and Luo Feng exchanged glances, both showing a glimmer of delight.

No one above them was even better; this meant greater freedom in the future.

Without hesitation, they both bowed deeply.

After accepting them as disciples, Babata became noticeably warmer toward them.

“Let me tell you about the old master’s glory, so you understand that being his disciples is the greatest blessing of your lives!” Babata said. “And about how vast the universe is, and what lies beyond—listen carefully!”

Luo Feng listened intently.

Qin Ming was no different.

He had long yearned for the vast cosmos outside.

“Master Huyan Bo lived over six thousand epochs—from birth to death. One epoch equals ten thousand and eighty-one years.”

“The old master was an immortal powerhouse, roaming the universe, roaring through the star rivers, swift beyond measure. He could extinguish a tiny speck like Earth with a mere breath.”

“Ah, in those days, following the old master was exhilarating—he commanded a legion of realm lords, enslaved many immortals. Alas, in the final battle, the old master fell!”

Babata reminisced with deep nostalgia.

“Wait!” Luo Feng interrupted. “They all died in the final battle? What about the immortal servants? Not a single one survived?”

“Heh!” Babata laughed coldly. “Since they were servants, of course they went down with the old master. Our lineage—the old master was primarily a spiritual telepath. My existence is to find a true successor, and Luo Feng, that’s you.” He then glanced at Qin Ming. “However, the old master was also strong in martial ways, having reached immortality and traveled the universe, gathering countless spatial secret techniques. Among them is one that surpasses the infinite star rivers. Rest assured, under my guidance, you will advance by leaps and bounds!”

“No problem. I only need guidance and secret techniques!” Qin Ming said. “I have come this far without a master’s guidance and still advanced rapidly. Now, with you and these secret techniques, who can stop my progress?”

“Good!” Babata’s red eyes shone bright. “You have some of the old master’s boldness!”

He continued.

“You Earthlings all have a narrow view, unaware of the vastness of the heavens and the enormity of the cosmos!”

“Take the Milky Way, for example—it contains over two hundred billion stars. As for planets? Countless. But life-bearing planets are rare—only about two hundred thousand have human habitation.”

“The Milky Way, along with seven other major galaxies, forms the Silver Blue Empire!”

“In other words, the Silver Blue Empire governs eight major galaxies, yet this empire is only a lower-tier cosmic nation!”

Hearing this, even Qin Ming was shocked.

“Over two hundred thousand life-bearing planets inhabited by humans? Two hundred billion stars in the Milky Way? And the Silver Blue Empire ruling eight galaxies is still a lower-tier cosmic nation?” Luo Feng’s voice was hoarse.

Though they knew of alien civilizations and the vastness of the cosmos, having tangible numbers brought a shock that words could scarcely describe.

It was a shock that struck the soul.

Before becoming a councilor, he hadn’t even known aliens existed.

“Of course. That’s why I say you have a narrow view, unaware of how vast the cosmos truly is!” Babata smiled. “Do you know what kind of strongest beings would normally emerge from the Milky Way’s hundreds of thousands of life-bearing planets?”

“Would they at least be realm lords?” Qin Ming probed.

Babata sneered. “Below planetary level, beings are only quasi-martial cultivators. Only above planetary level can they be called true martial cultivators. At planetary level, in the vast universe, they are mere citizens—hired muscle, cannon fodder, just surviving. Stellar level on a small life planet makes one a big shot, but stepping out of that is nothing.”

“Above stellar level is cosmic level, where true power begins. Usually, a galaxy can only produce one cosmic powerhouse, and that’s considered good!”

“Above cosmic level is domain lord level—that’s a real big shot!”

“And above domain lord is realm lord. Realm lords can easily claim a galaxy as their territory and roam the universe freely!”

Babata roughly explained the cultivation hierarchy.

“Wait!” Luo Feng had more questions. “A galaxy normally produces only one cosmic level powerhouse? But Qin Ming—no, Senior Brother Qin—has already reached the peak planetary level and seems close to cosmic level!”

“Planetary level means little. In the universe, they can be mass-produced, like the Muya Crystals, which easily help war gods reach that rank. And I have countless Muya Crystals here!” Babata scoffed. “Take you, Luo Feng. Without apprenticeship or my guidance, reaching stellar level would be your limit. With my guidance, stellar level is not the limit, but you only have a slim hope of reaching cosmic level! The higher you go, the harder it gets!”

Babata chuckled inwardly: Luo Feng, I’ll compress your growth space so you follow my plan, and one day you might catch up to your senior brother.

“A slim hope of cosmic level?” Luo Feng found it hard to believe. “Am I really that weak?”

“Only one cosmic level can be born per galaxy. Are you weak?” Babata retorted.

“I don’t seem weak, but... but... but...” Luo Feng scratched his head, then his eyes lit up. “What about Senior Brother Qin?”

“His talent is a hundred times greater than yours!” Babata grew somewhat excited. “He’s also from Earth, so his foundation should be poor, but he’s now comprehending the second-level spatial domain. Such talent is among the universe’s top geniuses. By my estimation, cosmic level won’t hold him back. Domain lord level should be within reach, and realm lord depends on his fate!”

“My talent is that good?” Qin Ming was surprised.

“You have exceptional comprehension and affinity for spatial laws, which is rare,” Babata said. “As for you, Luo Feng, don’t be discouraged. Spiritual telepaths usually grow strong by soul possession. The old master’s original foundation was poor, too, but he swiftly rose by possessing a powerful cosmic bloodline. You will need to do the same. Having inherited the old master’s legacy, you must possess another’s body in the future, or your achievements will be limited!”

“Possess another’s body? Abandon my own?” Luo Feng was shocked.

“That’s nothing!” Babata said. “In the universe, soul possession isn’t rare. Many beings do it to grow stronger. Especially when encountering powerful cosmic beasts—some realm lords even possess others. Because after possession, potential soars. Know this: there are twelve great cosmic beast races. Once mature, they naturally reach realm lord level. Yes, maturity equals realm lord level. Faced with such temptation, would you possess or not? Without possession, stellar level is nearly your limit; with possession, maturity brings realm lord level!”

“The temptation is truly irresistible!” Luo Feng licked his lips.

“But possession is extremely difficult!” Babata dealt a blow. “To possess, you must meet a condition: your level must be close to the target’s. For example, a realm lord possessing a domain lord usually cannot succeed—the body can’t endure the powerful will and will collapse. A realm lord possessing another realm lord is harder because the host’s bloodline and will are stronger and proud. Once they realize possession, if they can’t resist, both perish. Possession is truly a defiant art!”

“And you still want me to possess?” Luo Feng smiled bitterly.

This little devil painted a grand vision, then struck him with harsh reality.

“Listen to me,” Babata glanced at him. “Since you’ve inherited the old master’s legacy and bear his secret soul imprint, this will make possession much easier for you. This was the old master’s best gift prepared for his direct disciples before death. The soul imprint has already been transmitted to your mind.”

“Qin Ming, the old master left only one soul imprint, suitable only for spiritual telepaths. Don’t mind!” Babata clearly valued Qin Ming especially.

“I have an indomitable will. How could I abandon my own body?” Qin Ming smiled. “Rest assured! If Luo Feng grows strong, I will only be happy for him. After all, he’s my classmate and junior apprentice brother. He even promised me that if needed, he’d come at my call and leave at my command—ha ha!”

“That promise is forever valid!” Luo Feng said seriously.

Babata nodded with satisfaction.