Chapter 1195

Moving forward, he saw nine paintings on the swirling Chaos Stele, and at its edge were words in Universal Cosmic Script—'Nine Universes'—each painting identical to the one he had seen before, 'Nine Universes Chaos Stele,' yet carrying different implications.

Fang Yu sat cross-legged and began to gaze upon the pathways depicted in these nine paintings.

The first painting showed nine scattered raindrops.

The second painting depicted a gentle drizzle; upon closer inspection, there were exactly thirty-six raindrops.

The third painting showed a downpour, with countless raindrops densely packed—exactly one hundred and eight raindrops.

The fourth painting was a star chart: one planet orbited by four satellites.

The fifth painting depicted a star system: one star surrounded by twelve planets, each with varying numbers of satellites.

The sixth painting showed a galaxy, countless stars forming a vast river of light, teeming with innumerable celestial bodies.

The seventh painting depicted a monstrous creature.

The eighth painting showed two monstrous creatures.

The ninth painting showed countless monstrous creatures—too many to count.

This was one of the fifty-two Chaos Steles, the Nine Universes Chaos Stele, the supreme treasure of the entire human race; mastering the first seven paintings would grant one the status of Space Sovereign, Cosmic Nation Lord.

Of course, beginning with the seventh painting, the imagery grew even more mysterious: while the first six paintings still depicted stars and star systems visible to the eye, the seventh showed a monstrous creature that seemed like nothing at all, evoking eerie unease in many—naturally, not everyone could comprehend it.

"Let me carefully examine these nine paintings—what mysteries do they hold, and how do they differ from the space laws of my Eternal Life Realm?"

Fang Yu's gaze settled on the first painting: the Raindrop Painting.

As his mind shifted, the nine raindrops transformed in myriad ways—appearing as blade techniques imbued with the essence of space's fundamental law, or nine sword qi blades constantly combining and launching wave after wave of assaults, or simply nine raindrops containing the space's fundamental law.

Different intentions yielded different visions; different cultivation paths revealed different truths—but all paths converged into one great truth. As the supreme treasure of Chaos City and the entire human race, even the simple first painting truly held profound mysteries.

If one cultivated sword arts here, they would see the nine raindrops as containing nine distinct sword techniques, each embodying a supreme truth of cosmic space.

Each sword technique elucidated a certain essence of cosmic space.

The nine raindrops represent nine variations of space's law; once all nine variations are fully comprehended, one has mastered the first raindrop painting. If these nine variations can be fused into a single perfect grand conception, their power will greatly amplify.

"The Raindrop Painting: space law has three thousand branches; these nine raindrops seem to be the nine fundamental variations among them. Yet for most, truly comprehending this painting is exceedingly difficult."

In his contemplation, Fang Yu quickly discerned the essence of the first painting, the Raindrop Painting.

Not only the first painting, but also the second—the Drizzle Painting—and the third—the Downpour Painting—were deeper subdivisions of space's fundamental law, breaking down its elusive essence into finer and finer variations of space's fundamental principles.

It was like a vast, complex Chinese character: seemingly intricate and numerous, yet its most basic elements were simple strokes—horizontal, vertical, left-falling, right-falling.

Similarly, other languages appeared complex, but when analyzed to their core, they too were composed of the most fundamental elements.

The same principle applied.

Though cosmic space's fundamental law was profoundly deep, its most essential components were surprisingly simple. The first three paintings extracted and decomposed the cosmic fundamental law into one hundred and eight distinct subtleties; the entire cosmic fundamental law was built from endless complex combinations of these one hundred and eight basic subtleties.

"Decomposing space law into one hundred and eight fundamental subtleties is indeed a creation—it enables disciples of the Yizhuli Sect to progress from shallow to profound, grasping space law's foundational essence. Once they learn recombination, their comprehension of space law deepens significantly."

With Fang Yu's realm, comprehending the first three paintings of this world took but an instant—in that instant, he understood the one hundred and eight fundamental subtleties composing this world's space law.

His gaze turned to the next three paintings: the fourth through sixth.

These three paintings showed the process of these fundamental subtleties combining, expanding, perfecting, and growing; the seventh painting—the bizarre monstrous creature—represented the complete space fundamental law.

"Complete space fundamental law: is it a strange monster? A crystal of space law? Or a Tower of the Ultimate Cosmos?"

Fang Yu sat cross-legged and began furiously comprehending the first seven paintings.

Only by observing space laws of other realms beyond the Eternal Life Realm could one's understanding of space deepen; otherwise, one day a celestial envoy descending from the Immortal Realm would sneer: "A worm in a sewer, what do you know of space law?"

In the Immortal Realm of the Eternal Life Realm, celestial envoys comprehended space law far more profoundly—they understood what "Three Yuan Void" meant, what "Two Yi Universe" meant, what "Primordial World" meant—all variations of space law, yet almost no one in the mortal world could grasp them.

Comprehension of space law must be cultivated until the end of one's life.

While Fang Yu was comprehending here, Chaos City stirred with many ripples.

Because many knew Fang Yu had arrived.

"Fang Yu came? He should have reached the Lord's Mansion by now—what Chaos Stele is he contemplating?"

"The Nine Universes Chaos Stele."

"Hah! The Nine Universes Chaos Stele is perfect—henceforth he belongs to our Nine Universes lineage!"

"Wonderful! Such a peerless genius joining our Nine Universities lineage—within a few centuries or millennia, we'll produce a great figure!"

"But I heard he wants to contemplate other Chaos Steles—he asked the envoy if he could contemplate all of them."

"Hah, he's greedy indeed. Still, I'm curious—if his talent truly suffices, even contemplating all Chaos Steles isn't impossible. But fully comprehending each one is no easy feat."

In Zhen Yan Wang's mansion in Chaos City, several powerful figures had gathered. Zhen Yan Wang sat in the main seat, flanked by three other powerful beings.

One was a woman, entirely shrouded in black gauze, her lower body a massive serpent tail coiled upon the ground. Her face was indistinct, yet her eyes gleamed like stars, as if containing a brilliant galaxy within.

This woman, famed throughout Chaos City, was known as Black Mist Wang.

Beside her stood two other Immortal Kings: Tong Nan Wang and Long Yu Wang.

"That Fang Yu reached the 8th Layer of Tianqiao before even contemplating a Chaos Stele. I'm eager to see how high he'll climb after mastering one. Last cycle, our Virtual Universe Company's top genius only passed the 4th Layer in thirty years."

Tong Nan Wang smiled, gazing toward the Lord's Mansion, full of anticipation.

"Indeed, in our Virtual Universe Company's recent 1000th-gen Genius War, over thirty years in Chaos City, 4,168 passed the 3rd Layer, 926 passed the 4th, 32 passed the 5th—and none passed the 6th."

Long Yu Wang spoke, her gaze fixed on the Chaos City Lord's Mansion, murmuring in wonder.

The Virtual Universe Company holds a Genius War every ten thousand years; passing the 3rd Layer was rare, averaging one per cycle passing the 4th. If the cohort was weak, none passed the 4th; if strong, two or three might.

Fang Yu, who passed the 8th Layer on his first day, stunned even these Immortal Kings—they had never imagined such a genius could exist.

It was nothing short of a miracle—how could such a prodigy arise? Even they, in their prime, could not have achieved this.

Fang Yu was now utterly famous—not just among these Immortal Kings, but even among Sovereigns, several knew of Fang Yu's genius.

"On average, one genius passes the 5th Layer every thirty cycles. And such a peerless genius might not even choose the Nine Universes Chaos Stele. Now Fang Yu has chosen mine first—I'm growing more eager to see his next move."

Zhen Yan Wang's face beamed with delight, watching the Chaos City Lord's Mansion with anticipation.

Fang Yu will contemplate there for seven days; after seven days, he will immediately meet Fang Yu—and if possible, he will personally offer to take Fang Yu as his disciple.

With his strength, he has a very high chance of making Fang Yu his apprentice.

Yet at this moment, his gaze fell upon a certain place.

Several Venerables had come.

"This genius really is highly valued…"