High Martial Arts: Liver Becomes the Master of the Universe

Chapter 211 Official Graduation! Leaving Canaan Star Martial Arts University! The Cosmic Genius Battle Begins!
As Yu Han's hearty laughter echoed, the magnificent road leading to the pinnacle of the universe, and the weighty truth behind it, supported by the emperor, settled completely in Qin Feng's heart.

His feelings at this moment included both awe and reverence for the long road ahead.

"Alright, I've given you everything I'm entitled to."

Yu Han stopped laughing, his expression returning to its usual calm. "I've told you everything you need to know."

He waved his hand and said in a relaxed tone, "Next, go back and prepare for the Cosmic Genius Battle. I'll be waiting for you to make your name resound throughout the galaxy!"

"clear."

Qin Feng nodded solemnly.

With a thought, he stored the enormous, dark blue power armor and the standard alloy spear into his subspace storage unit.

After doing all this, he took a step back and bowed deeply to Yu Han.

This bow, though silent, contained a thousand words.

Yu Han's teaching style is completely different from that of his mentors Lin Yue, Gu Yue, and Wu Shangfeng during his high school years.

Those three mentors guided him step by step from a boy with a damaged foundation onto the true path of martial arts; their kindness was as high as a mountain.

Yu Han, on the other hand, is more like a wise and insightful guide. He doesn't interfere with Qin Feng's specific cultivation details, but always clears away the fog and points him in the right direction at the most crucial moments.

That seemingly accidental encounter was actually a meticulously planned experience where Master Sun Chantang personally taught him the Imperial Strategic Cultivation Technique, the "Ten Perfect Hands"...

Qin Feng understood everything.

This would have been impossible without the silent efforts of figures like Yu Han and even Company Commander Zhou Xiong.

Qin Feng was aware of all the care and support hidden in the details.

He was not good at expressing his emotions with words, so he poured all his gratitude into this deep bow.

Yu Han accepted the greeting without hesitation, naturally understanding Qin Feng's intentions.

He laughed and waved his hand: "No need for further words, go."

"Waiting for your battle of cosmic geniuses, where your name will resound throughout the galaxy!"

Qin Feng straightened up, glanced at his mentor one last time, and nodded again.

Then, enveloped in the faint light of subspace energy, his figure gradually became transparent and finally disappeared silently into the serene stone tower.

……

As the light and shadow shifted, Qin Feng returned to his dormitory when the surrounding scenery became clear again.

Qin Feng sat cross-legged, his mind sinking into his subspace network.

As soon as the connection was established, a pinned message from the school's official system popped up.

[Dear Qin Feng, you have successfully completed all graduation requirements and have officially graduated from Canaan Starry Sky Martial Arts University.]

We sincerely wish you great success in your martial arts endeavors, a smooth and unobstructed path in your martial arts journey, and a bright future.

Following closely behind was another, even more important, notification.

Based on your overall performance evaluation during your time at school and your outstanding achievements in the Imperial "Starry Sky Cup" competition, you have automatically qualified for this year's "Cosmic Genius Battle." Would you like to register now?

There was no hesitation.

"Yes."

Qin Feng confirmed it instantly with his mental will.

You have successfully registered for the "Cosmic Genius Battle" (small battle zone).

[Remaining time until the official opening of this year's Cosmic Genius Battle: 2 years, 11 months, and 29 days.]

Please arrive at the designated assembly point in the small battle zone: the Pillar of Creation, three months before the start of the competition.

The location coordinates are as follows: ...

A series of complex star map coordinate data streams were precisely stored in his personal terminal.

Qin Feng silently watched the countdown. Less than three years might not be a short time for ordinary people, but for planetary-level powerhouses who often secluded themselves for decades or even centuries, it was almost just a blink of an eye.

"For the next three years or so, I must devote all my energy to spiritual practice."

He quickly planned out his next steps: "There are two core goals: First, to cultivate and understand the fundamental cultivation method of the planetary level, the Canaan Sutra; second, to try to cultivate the level seven killing technique, the Ninefold Blood Spear."

"The time is too short; I estimate I can only gain a very basic understanding of the Canaanite Book. As for that level seven killing technique... I hope I can successfully master it."

Qin Feng muttered to himself.

He cut off all external communications and initiated the highest level of seclusion in the dormitory.

The energy shield of the entire room was activated, forming an independent space completely isolated from the outside world.

He then immersed his mind completely in his sea of ​​consciousness and began to analyze the newly acquired supreme cultivation method that led directly to the level of a black hole—the Canaan Sutra.

boom!
The moment he came into contact with that torrent of data, a vast, ancient, and unimaginably complex amount of information exploded in his mind like the Big Bang.

The Planetary Chapter alone contains a total of seventy-two incredibly profound visualization techniques, as well as one hundred and eight secret methods for refining and purifying spiritual power.

Its massive amount of data and complex logical structure are in no way inferior to the Imperial Strategic Level Cultivation Technique "Ten Perfect Hands" that he had previously practiced.

After all, the Canaan Sutra and the Ten Perfect Hands are both fundamental techniques that can support a martial artist to go from humble beginnings to the level of a black hole. Their contents are all-encompassing and profound.

Simply expressing it completely in the Empire's common script would require nearly ten million words, and any error or omission of a single character could lead to failure in cultivation or even mental collapse.

The difficulty of getting started with it is self-evident.

Qin Feng did not rush to achieve quick results. He began to study the text word by word and analyze each method one by one.

In this process, he also gained a deeper understanding of the mysterious power of "spiritual strength".

Mental power is a high-dimensional form of energy that directly affects a living being's thinking speed, depth of thought, learning ability, and most directly, the intensity and destructive power of mental interference in reality.

However, it does not have any direct impact on a person's willpower, character, or moral nature.

It is more like an invisible blade; those with a firm will and pure heart can use it to protect order and slay demons.
Those with weak wills and malicious intentions who obtain it will only hasten their own downfall and cause even greater destruction.

Mental strength is a tool, but what truly controls that tool is the unchanging inner strength of a martial artist.

Time, in absolute silence and concentration, loses its meaning.

Qin Feng was completely immersed in the vast ocean of knowledge in the Canaan Sutra, forgetting day and night, and forgetting everything in the outside world.

Spring goes and autumn comes, and the seasons change.

Two and a half years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Inside the secluded chamber, Qin Feng remained seated cross-legged, like an unchanging ancient sculpture.

Deep within his sea of ​​consciousness, in that spiritual space that originally contained only two drops of silvery-white liquid, a third droplet, equally brilliant and brimming with immense spiritual energy, is now slowly taking shape.

Its appearance raised the "weight" of the entire sea of ​​consciousness to a new level, and the speed of thought processes also took another leap.

Three drops of spiritual energy, like three newly born stars, circled each other in a mysterious trajectory at the center of his spiritual world, radiating a soft yet powerful light.

According to the Canaanite Sutra, the condensation of droplets is considered to have broken the first limit, while the gathering of droplets into a cup is the second limit.

Qin Feng estimated that it would take ten thousand drops of spiritual energy to begin condensing the cup, and there was still a long way to go before breaking through the second limit.

The two and a half years of tireless and arduous study had only given him a very basic, preliminary understanding of the vast system of the Canaanite Sutra.

A new line of data quietly appeared on his personal panel.

[The Canaanite Sutras (Beginner)]

[Proficiency: 1/10]

As for the level seven killing technique, "Ninefold Blood Spear," he didn't even have time to turn to the first page.

"Time is still too tight."

Qin Feng slowly opened his eyes, ending this long period of seclusion.

His eyes became more profound, and his aura more restrained.

"However, for planetary-level powerhouses whose lifespans are often measured in tens of thousands of years, two and a half years is indeed nothing."

He stood up, stretched his body, and showed no signs of discouragement.

The path of martial arts is inherently a slow and painstaking process, especially after reaching the planetary level, where even the slightest progress requires a long period of time.

He knew he could no longer remain in seclusion.

The Cosmic Genius Battle is about to begin. It's time to say a final goodbye to Canaan Star Martial Arts University and our old friends here.

Qin Feng ended his seclusion and reconnected to the subspace network.

Instantly, countless messages flooded into his personal terminal like a tidal wave.

His gaze fell directly on the friends and contacts section.

Dozens of unread messages were flashing.

His three comrades-in-arms, Ning Jing, Nisang, and Long Yu, all sent him messages, most of which were sent more than a year ago.

The messages were all similar, asking when he would graduate, whether he had left Canaan, and hoping to have one last get-together before he graduated.

Beneath these messages are another group of names from an even more distant past.

Xiong Yanfu, Shi Potian, Tiemu...

His earliest close friends also sent messages.

"Qin Feng, we've emerged from seclusion! What's your strength now? Have you reached level eight or even level nine martial artists? Reply when you see this message, let's get together!"

The tone of the message was still so familiar.

He replied to everyone's messages carefully.
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Iron Fist Tavern.

Qin Feng sat alone in a metal booth in a corner, with only a glass of water on the table.

He arrived a moment earlier than the agreed time and quietly observed this place full of power and noise.

Before long, three agile and powerful figures walked into the tavern together, instantly attracting the attention of many people around.

It was Long Yu, Nissan, and Ning Jing.

Compared to two and a half years ago, the three of them have undergone a qualitative transformation in their aura.

Their figures remained upright, but each step seemed to resonate subtly with the earth beneath their feet, and their bodies were surrounded by an extremely condensed energy fluctuation that was about to overflow.

This is a unique mark belonging to a level nine martial artist; only one final step remains before igniting the spiritual energy core.

"Qin Feng!"

Long Yu spotted him first, laughing heartily as he walked over, followed closely by Nissan and Ning Jing.

"I thought you had already left Canaan and gone to some star system to secretly cultivate."

Nissan still had that aloof look, but the joy of reunion in his eyes was undeniable.

"Congratulations, you have all reached level nine."

Qin Feng stood up and smiled as he looked at his three former comrades-in-arms.

"Compared to a monster like you, what is our progress?"

Ning Jing shook his head, pulled out a chair and sat down. "Sit down, let's drink until we drop tonight. Boss, four glasses of 'Heart of Lava'!"

Soon, four glasses of wine, served in special crystal containers, were brought out.

The liquid was dark red, like flowing magma, with specks of golden energy constantly appearing and disappearing, radiating astonishing heat.

"Come!"

Long Yu raised his glass, and the other two followed suit. Qin Feng smiled and also picked up the glass in front of him, the 'Heart of Lava,' a liquor that would be considered strong even by a level nine martial artist.

The four glasses clinked together, producing a crisp, metallic sound.

The three of them downed their drinks in one gulp, their faces instantly flushing red. They had to circulate their internal energy to counteract the violent power of the alcohol.

Qin Feng finished his drink. The scalding liquid, hot enough to scald ordinary alloys, slid down his throat and into his stomach, but it didn't make him feel anything; it was just like drinking a glass of warm water.

His current planetary-level physical body has a life level far beyond that of ordinary people. This level of energy alcohol cannot even make his cells feel drunk in the slightest.

"You guy..."

Long Yu noticed this and shook his head with a wry smile, "It seems the gap between us is bigger than I imagined."

"It's just a difference in the level of life."

Qin Feng said calmly.

During this reunion, he did not hide his strength and form.

Honesty is the best form of respect when it comes to these trustworthy comrades.

The four of them began to chat.

They talked about their cultivation experiences over the past two years, the difficulties and insights they gained when trying to break through the level nine bottleneck, the new members replacing the old in the "Fearless Battle Group," and the senior students they used to know who have now graduated and gone to various parts of the Empire.

The conversation was filled with aspirations for the future, a yearning for higher levels of achievement, and heartfelt amazement and admiration for Qin Feng's inhuman speed of progress.

In this lively and engaging conversation, they verified each other's martial arts skills and shared their insights. Although Qin Feng had already taken the lead, he still listened attentively, and his occasional pointers were very helpful to all three of them.

After a few rounds of drinks, the atmosphere gradually shifted from a warm reunion to one of impending farewell.

In the end, it was Nissan, who was usually the quietest, who raised his glass, looked intently at Qin Feng, and said in a deep voice, "Qin Feng, we all know that you are about to go to a wider stage. Canaan can no longer keep you."

Long Yu and Ning Jing also put down their wine glasses, their expressions becoming extremely serious.

"We won't say those polite words of wishing you good luck."

Long Yu picked up the conversation, his fist clenching slightly under the table. "We just want to tell you that we won't give up. You're far ahead today, but the three of us will do everything in our power to catch up with you."

"Yes."

Ning Jing's eyes burned with fierce fighting spirit. "Perhaps we will never catch up with you, but we hope that at least one day we will be qualified to stand shoulder to shoulder with you again, instead of just looking up at your back from behind."

This is a heartfelt declaration of pride from three top geniuses.

Instead of being envious or discouraged by the huge gap, they transformed it into an unprecedented driving force to catch up.

Listening to their words, Qin Feng picked up his wine glass and a sincere smile appeared on his face.

"Most definitely."

He looked at his three close friends and said earnestly, "I'll be waiting for you."

……

Food God Zone, Taotie Residence.

Unlike the rugged and unrestrained Iron Fist Tavern, Gluttony House is one of the most prestigious restaurants in Canaan.

Every dish here is carefully prepared by a master chef using rare ingredients that contain pure energy. Not only does it taste delicious, but it also nourishes the body and spirit of martial artists.

Qin Feng met Xiong Yanfu, Shi Potian, and Tie Mu in an elegant private room.

Many years have passed, and the three of them have not changed much in appearance. Only the naivety in their eyes has faded, replaced by a calm and resolute look that comes with experience.

"Old Qin!"

Upon seeing Qin Feng, Xiong Yanfu excitedly rushed over and gave Qin Feng a tight bear hug.

"You little rascal, you've finally shown yourself!"

Shi Potian laughed and punched Qin Feng.

Temu stood aside, watching all of this with a smile.

The four people sat down, and the atmosphere was warm and friendly.

In a daze, Qin Feng seemed to see Lei Meng, who always grinned and touched his bald head, sitting in that empty seat.

The dishes on the table were not yet all served. Qin Feng looked at his three close friends and knew that there was something he had to tell them.

He stopped smiling, and his expression became extremely serious.

"Shi Dang, I have already killed him."

A simple sentence, yet it was like casting a star onto a calm lake.

The air inside the private room seemed to freeze instantly.

The smiles on the faces of Xiong Yanfu, Shi Potian, and Tie Mu froze.

Qin Feng didn't say anything more, but calmly raised his hand and pointed to the ornament hanging from his waist.

It was a grotesque skull carved from an unknown red crystal, its surface shimmering with an eerie luster. It was the "Chaotic Mark" that had mutated from Shi Dang's head after he killed him.

The three of them stared intently at the blood-jade skull.

They could sense a familiar yet strange evil aura emanating from it, a feeling that sent shivers down their spines.

After a long while, Shi Potian let out a long, long breath.

"it is good!"

He uttered only this one word, but his voice was somewhat hoarse.

Then, as if breaking free from some kind of constraint, the three of them first grinned, then burst into silent laughter, and as they laughed, hot tears streamed down their faces.

The moment the tears appeared, they were instantly evaporated by the intense heat of their powerful bodies, turning into wisps of white steam.

Those were tears shed for the departed Lei Meng, tears shed for the boulder that had weighed on their hearts for so many years finally being removed, tears shed for the end of this feud that had lasted for hundreds of years.

"Come on! Let's drink!"

Xiong Yanfu suddenly grabbed the wine pot on the table and poured wine for everyone, including the empty seat.

"For Lei Meng!"

"For Lao Qin!" "Let's do it!"

The four wine glasses clinked together heavily.

The knot in my heart that had been suppressed for many years was finally untied at this moment.

The atmosphere then became incredibly relaxed. Qin Feng inquired about the gains they had made during their years of seclusion.

Xiong Yanfu, Shi Potian, and Tie Mu were all chosen ones, known as "Generals" on their respective home planets.

But in Canaan Star Martial Arts University, a monster concentration camp that gathers countless geniuses from various star systems, almost all the students were once "generals" from their hometowns, and their talents can only be considered mediocre.

It has been exactly one hundred years since I enrolled.

Through their own hard work and struggle, they diligently carried out their missions, earned contribution points, and went into seclusion to cultivate. Not long ago, they all cultivated their vitality index to the "first major limit" of 18,000 points.

Once the final accumulation and breakthrough are completed, one can officially enter the ranks of the seventh-level "Mountain and Sea Warrior".

This speed is already considered to be slightly faster than the average speed among the hundreds of millions of students at Canaan Star Martial Arts University.

What's even more remarkable is that the progress of the three of them was very balanced. While steadily advancing their vitality index, they also did not lag behind in their practice of various suicide techniques, laying an incredibly solid foundation.

This reminded Qin Feng of his two cousins, the Wang brothers, Wang Hao and Wang Jie, from Wushu University.

At their school, students enjoy the highest-level S-grade contract, with all cultivation resources provided directly by the school, eliminating the need for them to earn them themselves.

Their progress was even faster than that of Shi Potian and others.

If we were to compare the merits of these two training models, the geniuses cultivated by those top 100 Starry Sky Martial Arts Universities would be more like flowers in a greenhouse.

Their actual combat skills are basically derived only from virtual battles in the "Starry Sky Cup" and "Imperial Arena". Their understanding of real life-and-death struggles and the cruelty of the universe is relatively shallow.

The training model of Canaan Starry Sky Martial Arts University, a leading martial arts university that dominates a region, is more in line with the cold and cruel reality of the universe.

From the very first day of enrollment, students must fight, struggle, and face death for contribution points.

In terms of future survival rate in the dark universe, students who graduate from Canaan Star Martial Arts University will definitely live longer.

Qin Feng still prefers the training model of Canaan Star Martial Arts University, because martial artists who reach the planetary level have a lifespan of ten thousand years, and those who reach the stellar level are immortal.

Even if it takes a thousand years to progress from level 1 to 9, it doesn't matter! The Canaanite students, who have grown up in blood and fire, will not waver in their beliefs!

"Qin Feng, we're almost at level seven now."

Shi Potian looked at Qin Feng and asked curiously, "What about you? With your speed, you should be close to breaking through to the planetary-level martial artist by now, right? Or... have you already reached that level?"

"It's already at planetary level."

Qin Feng smiled and calmly replied, "My graduation application has also been approved."

"So fast!"

Shi Potian couldn't help but exclaim, "They've only been enrolled for less than a century, and they've already graduated?"

"It should be exactly a hundred years."

Xiong Yanfu counted on his fingers for a moment, then looked at Qin Feng with a shocked expression, "Old Qin, your improvement speed is really too fast! It's a bit frighteningly fast! I estimate that this is considered fast even in the more than two billion years of Canaan's history."

"Sigh, let's not talk about this anymore, let's not talk about this anymore!"

Temu smiled and raised his glass, interrupting everyone's exclamations, "After today, Lao Qin will probably be leaving Canaan for even farther places. Consider this meal a farewell feast for Lao Qin, from us brothers!"

He stood up, his gaze sweeping over everyone before finally settling on the empty wine glass that belonged to Lei Meng.

"May Old Qin's name resound throughout the stars! May his military fortunes prosper!"

"it is good!"

"May Lao Qin have great success in military affairs!"

Xiong Yanfu and Shi Potian also stood up and toasted Qin Feng with smiles.

The atmosphere reached its peak of excitement.

Beside them, the glass of wine reserved for the deceased remained quietly full.
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There is always a banquet in the world.

As the last cup of farewell wine at Taotieju was drunk, Qin Feng and his three close friends, Shi Potian, Xiong Yanfu, and Tiemu, bid their final farewell at the entrance of the Food God Zone.

There were not many sentimental words, only the most sincere blessings between brothers and a tight hug.

They all understood that this parting was the last time they would see each other.

In the future, Qin Feng will embark on a journey far more magnificent than theirs, while they will continue their arduous cultivation in Canaan, striving to catch up with that receding figure.

After bidding farewell to his old friends, Qin Feng did not linger any longer.

Alone, he arrived at the massive spaceport of Wuda in Canaan, a place large enough to simultaneously accommodate tens of thousands of interstellar ships.

Inside the airport, the air was bustling with activity, as martial artists, merchants, and scholars from all over the universe came and went in an endless stream.

A giant holographic projection floated on the airport dome, broadcasting real-time information on the takeoffs and landings of various flights, as well as the latest news from the Empire.

Qin Feng walked through the bustling crowd, concealing all his aura, like a drop of water merging into the ocean, attracting no one's attention.

He went to the self-service ticketing terminal, skillfully brought up the star map, and entered the coordinates of his destination.

[Destination: Pillars of Creation (Sector B-778)]

[Travel Method: Warp Teleportation/Warp Travel]

Two options were clearly presented to him.

If subspace teleportation is selected, he can be accurately deployed to the vicinity of the destination within a few seconds.

This is the most efficient way.

But Qin Feng's gaze fell on the "subspace travel" option.

Given enough time, he actually preferred to take a leisurely passenger ship to witness firsthand the magnificent and breathtaking scenery of the starry sky.

Although most of the time, all that could be seen outside the porthole was an eternal, cold, and lifeless vacuum, the occasional glimpse of nebulae, stars, or even fleeting cosmic wonders could bring him a unique sense of calm and relaxation.

While using subspace teleportation is certainly faster, it also means missing out on the scenery and insights gained along the way.

He chose to travel on the soon-to-be-departed "Wanderer" large passenger ship and booked a private cabin with the best view.

"Pillar of Creation..."

While waiting to board the ship, Qin Feng looked up information about the destination.

"According to the Imperial Geography, it was an extremely rare and highly active star-forming region in the universe."

Throughout the entire star field, hundreds of millions of new stars are being conceived and born, while countless aging stars are heading towards extinction, staging the most primitive and magnificent life and death in the universe.

The choice of that location for this battle of geniuses is quite significant.

As the boarding announcement sounded, Qin Feng put aside his thoughts and followed the flow of people onto the enormous passenger ship that resembled a moving city.

With a slight tremor, the passenger ship slowly sailed away from the airport berth, accelerating and accelerating again, finally turning into a streak of light and completely leaving the school where he had lived for a full hundred years.

Outside the porthole, the entire view of Canaan Starry Sky Martial University grew smaller and smaller until the Canaan Tower itself became an inconspicuous point of light in the boundless sea of ​​stars.

Goodbye, Canaan.

Qin Feng silently said goodbye in his heart.

……

At the same moment that the passenger ship Qin Feng was on departed from Canaan Star Martial Arts University.

Wuxian District.

That tranquil place, usually surrounded by lush bamboo forests, was now filled with people.

Professor Yu Han remained standing with his hands behind his back, at the very front.

Beside him stood several mentors whose auras were equally unfathomable.

Mentor Mulin, the discerning old man who once hosted the Rookie Cup;
Yue Hong, a senior instructor of the Extreme Warriors Team, is Feng Zhiyu's mentor.
Along with a dozen or so other core mentors who held high positions at Canaan Star Martial Arts University and were aware of Qin Feng's identity as the "Emperor's Chosen One".

At the very front of everyone stood a towering figure, as imposing as a mountain.

He simply stood there, and the surrounding space seemed to be suppressed by his overwhelming will, becoming viscous and solidified.

It was Zhou Xiong, the company commander of the Extreme Warriors Legion and a black hole-level powerhouse.

Their gazes seemed to pierce through the boundless void and traverse vast distances, landing precisely on the "Wanderer" passenger ship that was slowly sailing away from the Canaan star system.

"Hehe, this kid really doesn't beat around the bush at all."

A tutor chuckled, breaking the silence. "From enrollment to graduation, exactly one hundred years. Leaving Canaan, this springboard, just like that, that's fast enough."

"It's fast, but the foundation is also incredibly solid."

Another mentor stroked his beard and praised, "His will is as firm as divine iron. Looking at the 2.2 billion-year history of Canaan, there are very few who can achieve such success in a hundred years."

"Haha, no matter how nicely you say it, it's useless."

One of the more unconventional mentors chuckled with a hint of amusement, "The Cosmic Genius Battle is a true gathering of heroes and monsters."

None of the top geniuses who have fought their way out of their respective star systems are weaklings.

This kid has only just advanced to the planetary level; he probably hasn't even mastered the basics of cultivation and killing techniques yet. If he goes there, he'll likely get a good beating from those veteran geniuses first.

"That's exactly what they need to do, beat them up."

"I just don't know if he can handle a real setback, given his aggressive and unstoppable style."

"Haha, you can rest assured about that."

Zhou Xiong finally spoke, his deep voice carrying a hint of amusement, "I still acknowledge this kid's character. Back in the Nightmare-level mission, when faced with the illusionary manipulation of a Level 6 Slaanesh demon, guess what the deepest desire that was drawn out of this guy's heart was?"

He paused, keeping everyone in suspense.

"What is it?" The surrounding instructors all looked on with curiosity.

"It is to slay the Chaos Demon."

Zhou Xiong's laughter grew even louder. "When others are in the illusion, all they see is money, beautiful women, power, and strength. But he accurately found the demon's true form in the illusion and then annihilated it in one move. With this kind of mentality, are you still worried that he'll be beaten down after a few beatings?"

"You're just overthinking it. It's true that the Cosmic Genius Battle is a gathering of heroes and geniuses, but isn't Qin Feng a genius too?! The fact that he was able to complete this journey in a century proves that his heart for martial arts is more steadfast than others."

Upon hearing this, the mentors present couldn't help but laugh.

"Alas, yet another prodigy has left our grasp and soared into a wider sky."

As Instructor Mullin gazed at the spaceship that had completely disappeared into the distance, he uttered a heartfelt sigh.

"Yes."

Yu Han nodded, “Watching these children grow from green to mature, from weak to strong, and then head to the universe to become the new pillars of the empire… perhaps this is the meaning of our legacy, the reason why we old guys chose to stay here as mentors.”

"Oh no, I mean you old guys, I'm still young."

Yu Han laughed heartily.

The other mentors shook their heads helplessly.

Yu Han looked at Zhou Xiong, "Company Commander, it's time for me to rejoin the team."

"Ah."

Zhou Xiong nodded, his gaze sweeping over everyone present. "Everyone, disperse and do your own thing. The next time we gather will probably be at this kid's victory banquet after he slays the great demon."

"..."

The group exchanged smiles, and their figures disappeared one by one.

The bamboo forest remains unchanged, a gentle breeze blows, as if nothing had ever happened.
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Space travel is tedious and lengthy.

For the two months after leaving Canaan Star Martial Arts University, Qin Feng spent most of his time in his private cabin.

He wasted not a single moment, immersing himself entirely in the vast ocean of knowledge in the Canaanite Bible.

Outside the window, there is eternal darkness and silence, occasionally punctuated by distant starlight, like cold diamonds.

The passenger ship sailed smoothly along its predetermined curvature course, leaving galaxies and nebulae far behind.

Until this day, a gentle broadcast voice woke Qin Feng from his deep meditation.

[Dear passengers, the spaceship is about to arrive at its final destination—Starfield B-778, "Pillars of Creation." Please gather your personal belongings and prepare to disembark.]

Qin Feng slowly opened his eyes, a sharp glint flashing in the depths of his pupils.

He stood up, walked to the huge porthole, and looked out.

The scene before him stirred up intense waves in his heart, which had long been as still as a deep well.

In the boundless void directly in front of the spaceship, a magnificent and awe-inspiring nebula, beyond description, floated silently.

The colors of that nebula were dazzling, encompassing all known colors in the universe, from fiery bright white to deep blue to magnificent crimson representing new life, intertwining and flowing like a creation painting drawn by the gods themselves.

In the core region of that vast nebula, countless points of light are constantly flickering, appearing and disappearing.

Each point of light is a star that is either being conceived or is heading towards its death.

Their light and heat penetrated the thick interstellar dust, illuminating this most primitive cradle of life in the universe.

This is the "Pillar of Creation".

As the passenger ship drew closer, an even more breathtaking scene unfolded before Qin Feng's eyes.

In the center of that magnificent nebula, an unimaginably vast city stretches across the universe.

It appears to be carved from a single, unidentified black crystal, its surface reflecting the light of countless surrounding stars, radiating a cold yet majestic glow.

The city was so vast that the giant stars burning beside it appeared as tiny as fireflies.

Those towering city walls are even higher than nebulae;
The city gates were wide enough for several giant planets to pass through side by side.

This is the gathering point for this battle zone in the Cosmic Genius Battle—the City of Creation.

Countless passenger ships, warships, and private starships of all sizes, like schools of fish surrounding a giant whale, traveled orderly through the waterways surrounding the city.

On the massive platform below the city gate, beams of light from subspace teleportation flickered and flashed, precisely transporting powerful martial artists from distant star systems to this location.

Countless talented martial artists are converging on this magnificent cosmic city from all directions!

Qin Feng's gaze swept over the figures who were disembarking from other spaceships or stepping out of the teleportation platform.

His mind skipped a beat.

Looking around, without exception, all the martial artists qualified to arrive here at this moment are all powerful figures who have stepped into the planetary level!
Their auras may be restrained or flamboyant, fiery or icy, but the unique life force of planetary life forms, transcending the mundane, cannot be faked.

They come from different planets, but all belong to the vast and boundless cosmos under the rule of the Ultramarines.

Qin Feng only needed to sense it briefly to immediately determine that among this group of geniuses, there were many whose auras were even deeper and stronger than his.

Clearly, a significant portion of these individuals likely entered the planetary realm more than a century ago.

Their control over planetary-level power, their application of mental energy, and even their mastery of level seven killing techniques are all far superior to that of a "newcomer" like myself.

Qin Feng could even vaguely sense several obscure yet powerful auras, whose killing techniques had probably reached the "minor completion" stage!
At the entrance to this magnificent city that stretches across the nebula, a large number of Ultramarines clad in sky-blue power armor are stationed.

Each of them was like a human-shaped, blazing star, radiating a life force so powerful it was awe-inspiring.

They are clearly all stellar-level powerhouses!
Within the Ultramarines, stellar-level powerhouses have become key combat members.

The extreme warriors silently fulfilled their duties, verifying the identity of each martial artist who came to participate and maintaining order at the scene.

The "Wanderer" slowly docked at the designated airport berth.

Qin Feng stepped off the transport ship and onto the City of Creation.

He followed the flow of people to the entrance and quietly joined the long queue of talented individuals from all walks of life, waiting patiently for his identity to be verified.

Just then, a chubby martial artist standing a step in front of him, with a friendly smile on his face, turned around and started talking to him in a very familiar manner.

"Hey buddy, first time at the Pillars of Creation? You seem pretty curious."

The chubby warrior chuckled, revealing a set of white teeth, and asked, "Which star sector are you from?"

Before Qin Feng could answer, he introduced himself: "My name is Huo Yuan, you can call me Little Fatty."

I'm from 'Zhouxing District', which is quite remote, so you probably haven't heard of it.

I'm practicing the *Celestial Plate Sutra*, which I bought at a high price. Its main feature is visualizing the celestial plate, so I'm a bit overweight now. Please excuse my poor appearance.

Although his words sounded somewhat rambling, they carried a kind of approachability that made it difficult to feel any ill will towards him.

Qin Feng looked at him, nodded calmly, and replied, "Qin Feng, from 'this star region,' cultivates the Canaan Sutra."

"The Canaanite Book? The one from Canaan Starry Sky Martial Arts University?"

Huo Yuan's eyes lit up instantly. He clearly knew a lot of information, and his smile widened: "I know, I know! Your school's Canaan Sutra is a top-tier method that is famous throughout the empire."

And your Canaan Tower is even more extraordinary. I heard from the rumors that it is said to be a treasure left behind by the legendary 'Canaan King' of our Ultramarines Legion.

Those who can leave their names there are the most ruthless of the ruthless.

He looked Qin Feng up and down, then leaned closer and lowered his voice, saying, "How about it, buddy? I see you came alone too."

This cosmic battle of geniuses is incredibly complex, with many intricacies involved. Shall we form a team first?

Before the match begins, it's better to have someone to look out for each other, share information, and exchange intelligence than to be groping in the dark, right?

Faced with this sudden invitation to team up, Qin Feng pondered for a moment.

He could sense that the fat man named Huoyuan in front of him, although his aura was not as sharp as those of the top geniuses, was still exceptionally deep and long, indicating that he had a solid foundation and considerable strength.

Moreover, the other party seems to be an expert in intelligence, and teaming up with him would indeed save a lot of trouble.

"can."

Qin Feng nodded slightly, without refusing.

For some reason, he always felt that a "fatty" would coincidentally appear around him.

(End of this chapter)