With a clear mind and an unyielding spirit, Maximus continued to the next trial.
Trial after trial, no matter what the entity of the supre law threw at him, Maximus remained calm.
His mind seed tempered to such an extre that no challenge, difficulty, or concept of impossibility entered his thoughts.
His ga with the Supre Law of Knowledge not only greatly benefited him in terms of wisdom, but it also cald his impatience.
His once-young mind, less than a hundred thousand years old, was tempered to the age of thousands of epochs.
For the first ti, he was fully awake, savoring each passing second as he pondered everything he had experienced.
It made him realize that he had achieved enough; there was no longer a need to rush every second, hour, and day of his life.
Upon completing the Supre Law of Reality, he saw that he was no longer the sa as in the past; he had grown.
Subsequently, each new trial before him only made him stronger and stronger.
Instead of wallowing in impatience and suffering, he now felt excitent at what the origin of the law might throw that would make him stronger.
A few days passed; Maximus reached the 161,800th trial.
Due to the ti-acceleration ratio of each top supre law trial—1 second to an epoch—it took him less than a minute to complete each trial.
"Four more..."
[Generating the 161,800th Trial: The Supre Law of Virtuality…]
As he looked at the newly ford arena, Maximus seed to guess what the trial would be.
"I am the entity of Virtuality. Nice to et you, Maximus Shadowcrest," a childlike entity greeted him with a smile, though a hint of resentnt glead in its eyes.
"Did I do sothing wrong?" Maximus asked doubtfully.
He didn't recall offending this supre law.
"Hmph! You've exhausted to death, don't you know that? If not for the support of the other supre laws, I would've been broken already!"
"How is that so?"
"You're too much! Don't you realize how much energy I expend to create a virtual world with complete laws and a ti acceleration ratio of 1 second to an epoch?"
"Is that so?"
The trials he endured indeed felt like a real world. If not for the various restrictions, he might even have been able to cultivate within them.
Even the river of knowledge flowed seamlessly, allowing him to learn as he would in reality.
Maximus could also use the strand of causality to comprehend knowledge at the sa pace as he did in the real world.
Unfortunately, he couldn't exploit any loophole; he could only comprehend knowledge relevant to each trial.
"Hmph! You think it's easy, don't you? Don't you know how much energy I've expended to let your power sync with reality? My accumulated energy is nearly exhausted!"
Although entities of origin possess virtually infinite energy, even they have their limits.
The sheer volu of energy Maximus consud was so vast that even its reserve of causality had to be tapped into.
"I'm sorry..." Maximus apologized, feeling embarrassed.
He had indeed been reckless, using the power of causality in such an accelerated tiline.
He was fortunate the Supre Law of Virtuality allowed it.
"Do you want so strands of causality?"
Over the years, although he had used most of his strands of causality, he still had a few trillion to spare.
"No, keep them to yourself. You might need them for the trial—that is if you can pass mine."
With that, the Supre Law of Virtuality introduced him to the arena.
In the infinitely expanding space, there was no one but a replica of himself standing motionlessly.
"Do I need to defeat this clone?" Maximus asked.
"Don't underestimate it," the Supre Law of Virtuality replied proudly.
"It's created from your very essence. Although it's not a perfect replica, it holds all your powers and treasures!"
"Defeating myself, huh? Interesting…" Maximus mused.
As he stepped into the arena, his replica opened its eyes.
Feeling the sa oppressive aura he himself radiated, Maximus grew more solemn.
"How fascinating…"
As the fight began, Maximus quickly realized just how fearso he truly was.
The sky darkened and shifted, and an oppressive force, converging from all origins of law, descended upon him like a storm.
Maximus frowned, taking in the reality of facing a copy with every ounce of his power—his ultimate mastery of nearly all origins of law, his ultimate physique, his solid foundation, and even his unique path of law.
Fortunately, it seed the replica didn't have access to his Ether Device.
The device remained safely hidden within his storage dinsion, reserved as his trump card.
If he'd used it here, Maximus could only imagine the devastation it would unleash.
As a hail of attacks descended upon him, Maximus began to channel every fiber of his strength.
From thousands-fold amplification to ten thousand-fold, then a hundred thousand-fold… pushing even further with an Origin Explosion, his power surged a million tis over.
Seeing his replica mimic this power, Maximus smirked.
"You are only a reflection, after all," he said. "How could you withstand the full force of my power?"
The clone's attempt at an Origin Explosion backfired almost imdiately.
It cracked, then imploded, unable to hold such intensity for even a mont.
Boom!
As a massive explosion filled the arena, Maximus was left standing battered and cracked from his overexertion, with a smile on his lips.
"How wonderful…"
A million-fold Origin Explosion—at his current magnitude of power, Maximus himself could hardly withstand it for more than a few seconds.
There was no way a re replica could handle it.
"My origin is unique," he declared. "No replica, no copy, no rival can defeat —not even myself…"
"Don't get too narcissistic, you cheating bastard!" the Supre Law of Virtuality yelled in frustration.
It had expected an impressive, drawn-out battle, yet all it saw was Maximus flaunting his uniqueness.
"But I passed the trial, didn't I?" Maximus replied, grinning.
"Hmph! The next three trials still await. Let's see if you can cheat your way through those."
"Are they different?"
"The next three are the Governor of Law—the Controller, the Giver, and the Source. Good luck to you."
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