Cosmic Professional Gladiator

The emperor sat high on his throne, his eyes resembling two huge celestial bodies as he looked down at the five Sovereigns. "How's the situation at the border?"

"Your Majesty." Sovereign Death Wither reported, "Our war with the human race has been proceeding normally."

After all, the war hadn't escalated to the point where cosmic legends had to participate in the war, so the intensity of the battlefield was limited. Although Xu Jingming's interception was intimidating, it also reduced the Hellions' plundering frequency and their casualties. Of course, the number of plundering in the three cosmic sectors decreased even more.

"The other battlefields aren't worth mentioning, but the war with the Frosts is a little troublesome," Sovereign Death Wither said.

The Hellions' main opponents were the Humans and the Frosts. As for the other alien races, they were nothing.

Humans and the Frosts were huge species that could be ranked in the universe's top five.

"What kind of trouble?" The emperor looked at him.

"Recently, traces of the Frosts have been discovered in the three cosmic sectors—North Mist, Ancient Chi, and Thousand Shadows. When we discovered them, they had already silently slaughtered and occupied a portion of the planets. Some Frosts even live and proliferate on those planets," Death Wither Sovereign said. "The Frosts clearly want to expand their invasion."

"Attacking three cosmic sectors at the same time?" the emperor questioned. "Coupled with the two cosmic sectors from before, the Frosts are attacking five of our cosmic sectors?"

"Yes, Your Majesty." Death Wither nodded and said, "I didn't dare to make a decision rashly, so I've been trying to contact you, Your Majesty."

"This matter needs to be reported to the Progenitor." The emperor frowned.

"I've also reported it, but the Progenitor hasn't responded," Death Wither remarked. "Your Majesty, humans are a race that grew up in this universe after all. The three high-dimensional human lifeforms are also very concerned about the safety of their race, but the Frosts are different. It's said that the great existence of the Frosts walked out of the abyss. Every Frost is expendable to him. Therefore, once a large-scale war breaks out, the war won't be pretty."

The Hellions were very belligerent.

Humans weren't willing to suffer heavy losses with them, but the Frosts didn't care. The Frosts were much stronger than the Hellions.

The emperor said slowly, "I'll ask the Progenitor about this and let him decide how to deal with the Frosts!"

The five Sovereigns nodded.

Once the Progenitor gave the order, all the Hellions wouldn't hesitate.

"Give me the revival list," the emperor instructed.

"Your Majesty, this is the revival list." Death Wither respectfully handed over a golden piece of paper.

The paper flew into the air, and the emperor took a look from afar before memorizing it.

"Resurrection for those who made sufficient contributions! For those who didn't, only Sovereigns and those with high talent shall be revived." The emperor instantly made his choice. He had only selected a fifth of those who didn't make enough contributions.

To the emperor, the burden of revival was still very great. If there was no need, he couldn't be bothered to revive them.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Booms echoed in the surroundings.

The five Sovereigns carefully observed as a huge illusory river appeared. It surged in a mighty fashion, causing the hearts of Death Wither and the other five Sovereigns to tremble.

When the Hellion Progenitor did the same, the spacetime river was much calmer.

When the emperor did the deed, the spacetime river surged violently and was much more terrifying.

The emperor remained sitting there. He extended his huge hands and fished out amber-like figures from the illusory river.

The emperor was very serious and cautious every time he scooped up the figures. It lasted for more than five minutes before he was done.

These figures had returned to reality after being fished out of the past nodes. All of them naturally woke up.

"Your Majesty." All the revived Hellion Sovereigns and Overlords bowed respectfully.

"Leave." The emperor's eyes were filled with fatigue as he waved his hand.

The five great Sovereigns, many revived Sovereigns, and Overlords were all teleported out of the ancient wasteland.

The emperor sat alone and thought.

The Frosts and the Void Celestials have been at war the entire time, but they actually want to invade us Hellions on a large scale? the emperor thought to himself. What's that old fellow from the Frosts thinking? He's a pitiful worm that escaped the abyss. Perhaps Gumo will squish him to death one day, yet he remains so crazy!

I'll have to ask the Progenitor if there are other reasons. The emperor was very cautious.

Whoosh.

He instantly left spacetime. To high-dimensional lifeforms, it didn't feel very comfortable in the universe.

…

In space outside the ancient wasteland, the Hellion Sovereigns and Overlords were delighted. After all, they had been revived.

Death Wither's gaze landed on Sovereign Moyou.

"Moyou, follow me," Death Wither instructed.

"Okay," Sovereign Moyou—who had just been revived—replied respectfully.

The two of them quickly left.

"I heard that Moyou lost that pair of eyes."

"Without that pair of eyes, his strength is nothing. His territory will probably be divided up soon."

These Hellion Sovereigns and Overlords discussed and quickly left.

…

On an habitable planet.

Death Wither took Moyou for a stroll. The entire planet was Death Wither's back garden.

"Your eyes lost control and you started being assimilated. You could've returned to the Hellion territory and taken the initiative to commit suicide, preserving that pair of eyes," Death Wither said. "But you plundered crazily, forcing the human race to constantly increase their efforts to kill you. Were you seeking death?"

"Yes," Moyou answered.

"What were you thinking?" Death Wither gazed at him.

"I either break through in madness or die in madness," Moyou said respectfully. "When you die, that pair of eyes will also be snatched away by the human race. That way, I will never be able to touch that pair of eyes again."

"I didn't want to give myself a way out. I wanted to sever this path completely." Moyou stared at Death Wither. "Only by abandoning that pair of eyes can I attempt to become a cosmic legend with absolute clarity."

Death Wither nodded. "But doing so puts your strength beyond the top 500 Hellions."

"I hope to exchange credit for that Nightmare Skin," Moyou said. "I didn't dare touch it previously, afraid that the Nightmare Skin would affect the Eyes of Nightmare, but I want to look at it carefully now."

"Nightmare Skin is only a piece of skin. The Nightmare power contained in it is very weak, less than one-thousandth of the Nightmare Eye," Death Wither said.

"I don't need to fuse with it. I just want to study it daily," Moyou said.

Death Wither looked at him and nodded. "Alright. The Hellions' situation is getting worse, and we Hellions need a new cosmic legend. I think highly of you."

After all, there were very few Hellions whose mental strength had reached high-dimensional. Death Wither placed great importance on every Hellion with a high-dimensional mind.

Under the circumstances where the Hellion Progenitor and the emperor only occasionally descended, Death Wither was the strongest existence in the Hellion race. He was also essentially the administrator.

…

Without fusing with high-dimensional objects, his strength placed him beyond the top 500 Hellions. The Sovereigns and Overlords who had followed him in the past had left to follow stronger Hellion Sovereigns.

Sovereign Moyou's territory was originally very huge, but it was quickly snatched away.

Moyou didn't care about this at all.

Take it. Take as much as you want.

The feeling of being looked down on is really uncomfortable. Sovereign Moyou had pursued becoming stronger over the years. The dignity of a powerhouse was something he cared about over the years, but now, his strength and status had plummeted, and his dignity had been trampled on time and time again.

He fell from a peak to a nadir. All kinds of emotions surged in him—suffering, humiliation, and anger.

Sovereign Moyou had expected this day when he made his decision. He also guessed that this feeling was uncomfortable and would force him to fuse with those eyes again. Therefore, he didn't leave a way out from the beginning.

Without the effects of those eyes, I have greater clarity. Sovereign Moyou sat on his throne and felt that everything in the world was more realistic. He looked at the dark-green Nightmare skin in his palm and focused on observing it.

He could observe and understand the Nightmare power from a different angle.

I believe that I will definitely be able to truly grasp the Nightmare before my death. Sovereign Moyou didn't care about his territory or his dignity. He even relied on his past contributions to lay low.

It was only to truly grasp the Nightmare power.

He would either die in obscurity or truly rise before his death.

******

Heavenly Python Cosmic Sector.

Xu Jingming sat in his study and looked at his wife's figure on the projection.

"Miaomiao, I'll make a trip back in a few days," Xu Jingming said with a smile.

"Jingming, you're finally returning?" Li Miaomiao was pleasantly surprised. "I know that you have holidays after breaking through to Lv. 10."

"It has nothing to do with the holidays," Xu Jingming said. "It's mainly because of the three cosmic sectors at the border. The Hellions' plundering has greatly decreased, and they now mainly focus on medium and large-scale plundering. After Sovereign Moyou died, small-scale plundering has completely stopped. I haven't encountered it for half a year. If it's just medium and large-scale plundering… I only get a mission once a year or two."

"Therefore, I can go back and rest for half a month after a mission," Xu Jingming said. "It's usually impossible for there to be a second major operation in a month or two after a large-scale plundering."

In fact, even if there wasn't any plundering, it didn't take Xu Jingming much time to rush from the Hunter Cosmic Sector to the Heavenly Python Cosmic Sector. Although he couldn't make it to the first wave, he could participate in the second and subsequent interceptions.

"I'll return for half a month every two years in the future," Xu Jingming said.

"Okay." Li Miaomiao was also looking forward to it. Although she could see him often in the virtual world, it was different from interacting with him in reality.

"Alright, I still have something on," Xu Jingming said.

"Go ahead. Let me know before you return." Li Miaomiao ended the transmission.

Xu Jingming got up.

Is it my deterrence or is there something else? The Hellion's small-scale plundering has completely stopped. Xu Jingming looked in a direction. I've stabilized my strength these past few days, so it's time for me to make a trip to the auxiliary universe. Deputy Dean Redmond needs those fruits very much.

After all, he had long promised Redmond.

"Let's go." Xu Jingming took a step and traversed spacetime from the study to arrive at the auxiliary universe.

Buzz.

The high-dimensional door hidden in the seemingly ordinary cosmos was personally set up by Xu Jingming, allowing him to easily pass through the spacetime barrier. The high-dimensional door took the initiative to open and provide him passage into the auxiliary universe.

Xu Jingming looked back at the high-dimensional door with a diameter of more than 300,000 kilometers behind him and stepped into the dark void.

Flying in the dark void, it didn't take long for Xu Jingming to see a fiery-red world appear in front of him.

In the fiery-red world, volcanoes erupted with lava that illuminated the entire sky. The six giant trees had black-red fruits.

I'll pluck the fruits first, Xu Jingming thought.

With a thought, he escaped the restraints of the auxiliary universe.

Hu!

Although the spacetime layers in the auxiliary universe were very restrictive, Xu Jingming was clearly much stronger than when he was a Lv. 9 Origin lifeform. He escaped the restraints and arrived in high-dimensional space.

Standing in high-dimensional space, the fiery-red world shrunk greatly, resembling a model. He even saw other areas in the auxiliary universe.