The tall white man, exuding an imposing aura, thrust a beam spear through the air, stirring the starlight and causing ripples of light to tremble. Feng Lin faced him head-on, utterly unflustered. In my world, you dare to fight me? My world, I call the shots! With a casual wave of his hand, he summoned the power of the world, conjuring a storm of thunder and rain that crashed down like a deluge, completely engulfing the man. When the storm passed, the white man was charred black all over, with not a single patch of white left, as if he had changed races—utterly ridiculous.
"What?" The man stared at Feng Lin with wide eyes, then suddenly struck again. His hand formed a claw, rapidly enlarging as it reached for Feng Lin's head. "Divine Hand Great Capture!" His palms seemed to transform into the legendary hands of a god controlling the fate of all beings, aiming to seize Feng Lin and knead him at will. Another one pretending to be the Tathagata Buddha? Ever since embarking on the path of the Monkey King myth, Feng Lin instinctively despised others using palm-based abilities. What kind of big shots are you all, each trying to mimic the Tathagata's Five-Finger Mountain? Feng Lin sneered, channeling the world's power to summon swirling clouds and mist, forming a massive cage that trapped the man tightly. An invisible pressure bore down on him like a colossal mountain, pinning him motionless like a dead bug.
The virtual territory was arguably the most advanced equipment in the virtual universe; once the power of an entire world was unleashed, its magnitude was immense. No matter how high your level or how well-prepared you were, resistance was futile. The man was like a grasshopper after autumn—no matter how he struggled, he couldn't break free. "You've fully mastered the Giant Planet!" The white man's gaze was venomous with resentment. This Giant Planet was a precious asset of the Aryan Pure Blood Society, yet it was being used to suppress him—a deeply humiliating thought. Burning with rage, his armor suddenly blazed with light, like a newborn sun illuminating the world. The tall white man surged with a tremendous force, managing to stand upright against the crushing weight of the mountain.
"Stay down!" Feng Lin, though unaware of what advanced equipment the man had activated, didn't care. He pressed down with both hands. Boom! If the previous pressure was a small hill, now it was the towering Mount Tai. The tall white man's face twisted in agony as his equipment flickered and burst apart under the relentless pressure, exploding like firecrackers in a display of extravagance. But no matter how much gear he had, it was useless! Against this overwhelming power, the man—a high-level player in the virtual universe with countless tricks—was ultimately helpless, flattened like a frog, nearly crushed into a pancake. He struggled repeatedly against the immense world force before finally giving up. He finally realized that within this world Feng Lin had created, his opponent was virtually invincible. Even if Feng Lin was just a bare-bones low-level account, he was no match now.
"Spill the secrets of the Aryan Pure Blood Society!" Feng Lin stared at his opponent, pressing for answers. "Do you think I'll tell you?" The man chuckled, utterly disheveled but wearing a fearless expression. Feng Lin understood his mindset. After all, this was the virtual universe; a virtual body wouldn't truly die. Aside from experiencing simulated pain, it would quickly respawn at a revival point, none the worse for wear. But if the man thought that made him invincible, he was gravely mistaken. Feng Lin had his own way of dealing with him. Heard you like imitating the Tathagata? A strange smile crept onto Feng Lin's face, filling the pinned white man with a sense of dread. Then, with both hands raised, Feng Lin summoned a massive mountain from afar in the virtual world, which slammed down heavily, burying the white man deep underground. Death posed no real threat to virtual universe players—at most, they'd lose some experience. But Feng Lin's plan was to trap him permanently, using the world's power to suppress him so he couldn't escape. Even if he logged off, he'd reappear here the moment he logged back in, unable to go anywhere. Over time, the white man would be stuck, unable to break free, rendering this virtual ID completely useless. Such a high-level account must have taken immense effort to reach its current experience level and accumulate a full set of advanced gear—surely he wouldn't want to abandon it. Feng Lin bet he wouldn't.
Seeming to catch on to Feng Lin's intent, the tall white man panicked, his equipment flashing as he activated various abilities. Wind, fire, thunder, lightning—all kinds of energy struck the massive mountain, but aside from knocking off a few rocks, they had no effect. In the outside virtual universe, Feng Lin might have been instantly killed by this high-level player. But within his own virtual world, Feng Lin was a god. And as a god, he was beyond the reach of mortals. The white man exhausted every trick he had, found them all useless, and resignedly stopped resisting, though his venomous eyes remained fixed on Feng Lin. "I've memorized your aura! Just you wait—the Aryan Pure Blood Society won't let you off!" he hissed, issuing a bitter threat. Then, his figure dissolved into a stream of data before Feng Lin's eyes, leaving behind a pile of gleaming equipment. The man had actually killed himself! Feng Lin was stunned. To prevent players from maliciously destroying virtual worlds and then escaping by suicide, the virtual universe had set a rule: upon suicide, all equipped gear would be dropped. This man had abandoned even his equipment, becoming a bare-bones account—how ruthless! The Aryan Pure Blood Society? A sense of urgency rose in Feng Lin's heart. Gaining such a formidable enemy in the interstellar realm was enough to unsettle anyone. To prevent the Aryan Pure Blood Society from tracking him down, he modified the world's rules, concealing the coordinates of the Myth Planet so it became untraceable. Then, the vast world rapidly condensed into a single point, vanishing from its location entirely, entering a dimensional space. Feng Lin closed his hand, and a wisp of purple mist appeared in his palm. This was a special item he had condensed from the virtual laws of this world—the Primordial Purple Qi! It served as a key to enter the Mythical Earth world; only those recognized by Feng Lin and granted the Primordial Purple Qi could use it to access this virtual realm. After a moment's thought, Feng Lin created more keys following the same rules: Primordial Cyan Qi, Primordial Red Qi, and Primordial White Qi. Each was an entry credential with different functions. The Primordial White Qi was the weakest, a one-time use that expired after a single entry. The Red Qi lasted a month, while the Cyan Qi lasted a full year. If Feng Lin fully approved of someone, receiving the Purple Qi would grant them permanent access, making them a true member of the Myth Gene Society, able to exchange knowledge about various myth genes with Feng Lin. Of course, no matter which type of Primordial Qi, Feng Lin retained absolute control, with the authority to revoke it at will. Having done all this, Feng Lin nodded, feeling secure. Unless the Aryan Pure Blood Society could find the virtual universe's server, they would never uncover his secret. He had spent enough time in the cosmos—now it was time to return to Earth. Feng Lin smiled faintly, his form dissolving into a stream of data and vanishing on the spot. Returning home rich without showing off is like wearing fine clothes in the dark!