High Martial Arts: Liver Becomes the Master of the Universe

Chapter 245 Breaking Through to the Galaxy Level! Facing the Ten Great Prodigies of All Races, the Chosen One of Chaos! The Final Moment!
"What a strong strength!"

Yan Sheng's golden pupils suddenly contracted, reflecting Qin Feng's towering, imperishable tower.

The tower's nine hundred layers of dazzling pure gold light shone in stark contrast to the still silvery-white top one hundred layers, creating an almost perfect sense of oppression. The spiritual pressure emanating from it even made this top prodigy of the Holy Spirit Fire Clan feel a slight tremor in his heart.

"Qin Feng! Failing to eliminate you back then was indeed my biggest mistake on this trip!"

His voice carried a hint of regret and an undisguised shock.

He recalled the thirty-year manhunt hundreds of years ago, when Qin Feng was nothing more than an ant with tenacious vitality, but one that could be crushed at any moment.

If it weren't for the damned rules of the competition, and that invisible "subspace chain" binding most of his power, he was absolutely confident that he could have completely annihilated Qin Feng in an instant.

"If it weren't for those damned warp chains, I would have killed you long ago!"

Yan Sheng gritted his teeth and roared, as violent fiery spiritual energy emanated from his body, scorching and slightly distorting the surrounding space.

Despite his deep resentment, he had to admit how terrifying this human was.

The human race's method of cultivating top combat power through extremely brutal internal selection is so efficient that it's outrageous.

Yan Sheng couldn't help but think of his own race—the Holy Spirit Clan.

They are the darlings of cosmic energy, born of heaven and earth, without fathers or mothers, and born with immense power.

But precisely because of this, there is no concept of "inheritance" or "teaching" between them.

All resources must be earned and seized by ourselves.

If you happen to encounter a senior member of your own clan, you will not only fail to receive any guidance or care, but you are also very likely to be killed and devoured without hesitation because you are seen as a potential threat or a walking resource.

They adhere to the most primitive and bloody law of the jungle.

"Moreover... this cultivation method of the human race..."

Yan Sheng's gaze was fixed on the intricately structured and majestic [Undying Tower] behind Qin Feng. He then thought of the Fiery Divine Sun he had created and thought to himself, "It seems quite impressive as well."

He could sense that it was not a simple accumulation of energy, but rather a complex process of shaping and refining it into a foundation that conformed to the supreme rules of the universe and could grow and condense infinitely.

The "Blazing Divine Sun" that the Nine Spirit King gave him was more stable and had greater potential.

"The method that the Nine Spirit King gave me is too rudimentary..."

Countless thoughts flashed through Yan Sheng's mind. He quickly suppressed his killing intent and shock, and regained his composure.

He spoke in a deep voice, trying to take the initiative: "Qin Feng, there are many unauthorized people here. Why don't we join forces, and after I kill them all, we can have a fair duel? What do you say?"

Upon hearing this, Qin Feng's lips curled into a cold smile, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.

"hehe,"

He let out a soft chuckle, but his gaze swept slowly over the pale-faced, terrified human warriors around him, as if he were examining a flock of lambs to the slaughter. "The resources of these people are mine!"

Before he finished speaking, Qin Feng made his move!
He didn't even consider Yan Sheng as his primary target, but instead launched an indiscriminate attack on all the bystanders present!

boom--!
The half-gold, half-silver "Immortal Tower" descended from the subspace with a roar, its entire body radiating countless rays of divine light.

The light from the nine hundred layers of pure gold tower body intertwined and converged with the light from the top one hundred layers of silver-white tower body, eventually condensing into an ancient divine mountain phantom that seemed to have existed since the beginning of the universe.

A powerful, vast, and domineering martial arts intent that suppresses all things with pure power instantly enveloped the entire summit of Cloud Mist Mountain!

[Cangmang Mountains]!
Moreover, it is the [Vast Mountains] that have reached the "Mastery Realm"!
"Level 8 Killing Technique, Mastery Realm?!"

"It's a monster!"

"Run away!"

The dozen or so martial artists who survived were all top-tier experts who had fought their way out of countless corpses, and their wills were incredibly strong.

But when they felt the martial arts essence that almost crushed their souls, Chu Zhenhan couldn't help but appear in their eyes!

His cultivation level is high, and he has even mastered the killing techniques!
What a freak!

They frantically activated their immortal projections, unleashing their strongest power in an attempt to withstand this earth-shattering blow.

However, everything is in vain.

Qin Feng's current cultivation level has far surpassed theirs.

Not to mention the added advantage of the "Control Realm" killing technique.

That ancient divine mountain, a perfect combination of martial arts essence and undying projection, is an insurmountable barrier for these martial artists whose golden spiritual power is generally only around 30%.

Click!

Click!

The crisp popping sounds rose and fell in succession.

One after another, the immortal projections of various shapes and powerful forces—whether divine swords, demonic blades, ancient bells, or ancient cauldrons—were shattered and pulverized like fragile glass under the suppression of the phantom of the divine mountain.

In just a few seconds, these dozen or so top geniuses, who would dominate a star system in the outside world, were all killed by Qin Feng like fallen leaves swept by the autumn wind, without even a ripple of resistance.

Their bodies turned into blood mist, and their undying projections turned into points of light.

The jade pendant at Qin Feng's waist flashed with light.

[You eliminated martial artist 'Zhang Heng', you have earned 1 point.]

[You eliminated martial artist 'Lin Fei', you have earned 1 point.]

……

[You have obtained the following resources: Corpse Fruit x124, Blood Fruit x398...]

"Thirteen points, plus these corpse fruits, should be enough."

As Qin Feng sensed the vast amount of resources within the subspace storage device, he concluded, "These resources are sufficient to allow me to completely refine the final part of the [Undying Tower] into pure gold."

He had a clearer understanding of his current combat strength: "Facing an opponent whose progress in creating the golden image of the Undying Projection is only about 30%, it is indeed an instant kill."

But if it were someone like Yan Sheng, it would probably take some effort.

Qin Feng's gaze finally fell entirely on Yan Sheng, his eyes filled with a hint of inquiry and doubt.

Based on his recent perception, when Yan Sheng unleashed his power, a solid projection tens of millions of light-years high appeared behind him—a golden divine sun burning with endless flames.

Within that divine sun, eighty percent of the area exhibited a pure golden color similar to his, a color of highly condensed spiritual energy.

"Alien races can also condense immortal projections?"

Qin Feng felt a sense of unease.

In his understanding, the path of martial arts called "Undying Projection" is a supreme method created by the human emperor for the entire human race. Its core lies in visualization and construction, and it is a unique cultivation system of the human race.

There are countless different civilizations, each with its own gods and completely different power systems.

Although they arrive at the same goal through different paths, the ultimate aim is to elevate the level of vitality and spiritual power in order to reach the "black hole level" that can bear massive amounts of knowledge and explore the truth of the universe, their specific methods of cultivation should be vastly different.

Yan Sheng's power system seems to have some strange similarities with that of the human race.

Just as Qin Feng was pondering, Yan Sheng made his move.

Verbal exchanges are meaningless; only the purest power can determine who the final winner is.

"kill--!"

With a loud shout, Yan Sheng's figure transformed into a golden line of fire that pierced through the heavens and earth, and he took the initiative to attack Qin Feng!

The "Blazing Divine Sun" projection behind him burned fiercely, releasing terrifyingly high temperatures capable of melting stars. The entire Cloud Mist Mountain trembled violently under this power, and countless rocks and corpses instantly turned into lava.

A decisive showdown is about to begin!

Qin Feng stood tall and straight, wearing only a black training uniform without any enhancements.

He wielded the jet-black [Star Devouring] spear, its movements as swift as a dragon, each strike imbued with the essence of the ultimate simplicity.

However, on that seemingly plain and unadorned spear tip, there is an extremely complex "spiritual energy field" composed of hundreds of millions of rune imprints.

The martial arts essence of [Vast Mountains] and the supreme power of [Undying Tower] are perfectly combined, making each of his spear strikes seem to be moving an ancient divine mountain, heavy, tyrannical, and unstoppable.

Yan Sheng's fighting style is completely the opposite: wild, brutal, and wide-ranging.

He did not use any weapons; his strongest weapons were his fists burning with golden holy fire.

With each punch he threw, the projection of "Blazing Divine Sun" behind him would resonate, conjuring up all sorts of terrifying phenomena—sometimes a golden crow that burned everything, sometimes a giant fiery dragon that roared across the starry sea.

His power is filled with the will to destroy and burn everything.

Rumble——!
The two figures engaged in a fierce battle atop Cloud Mist Mountain.

Every collision between the spear tip and the fist unleashes a terrifying energy shockwave comparable to a supernova explosion.

The thick fog that had enveloped the entire mountain was completely evaporated and dissipated the moment the battle began.

The seemingly indestructible mountain became as fragile as tofu under the aftershocks of the battle between these two half-star system-level beings.

Huge boulders were easily crushed into dust, and bottomless ravines crisscrossed the landscape. In just a few tens of minutes of fighting, tens of thousands of meters of the entire summit of Yunwu Mountain were flattened!
This fierce battle lasted for a full five years.

Over the course of five years, Qin Feng and Yan Sheng fought their battles from the summit of Yunwu Mountain to the mountainside, then to the foot of the mountain, and finally back to the summit.

The entire mountain, comparable in size to a galaxy, was cratered and unrecognizable by them. The "blood fruit" and "corpse fruit," which took countless millennia to cultivate, turned to ashes in the aftermath of the battle.

With his more refined control over killing techniques and a more robust foundation, Qin Feng maintained the upper hand in the battle.

He had driven Yan Sheng to the brink of despair several times, and the tip of the [Star Devouring] spear pierced Yan Sheng's "Holy Flame Golden Body" more than once, leaving deep, bone-revealing wounds on his body.

On several occasions, he was just a hair's breadth away from completely crushing Yan Sheng's "Blazing Divine Sun" projection and eliminating him from the competition.

However, Yan Sheng's vitality and recovery ability are equally terrifying. The 80% golden spiritual power gives him unparalleled resilience.

Every time he was on the verge of death, he was able to unleash even greater power at the cost of burning his own essence, forcefully breaking free from Qin Feng's deadly trap.

Five years is but a blink of an eye for experts of their caliber.

The 950th year of the competition has arrived.

The cold, rule-breaking voice of the war zone echoed in the minds of every survivor.

[The territory of the major war zone is beginning to shrink; number of star systems remaining: 100.]

This also signifies that the first phase of the fierce battle between Qin Feng and Yan Sheng has temporarily come to an end.

Five years of continuous, high-intensity combat made Yan Sheng realize a harsh reality: in a pure head-on confrontation, he was no match for Qin Feng.

The opponent's solid foundation, exquisite killing techniques, and long endurance all exceeded his expectations.

If the fight continues, it's only a matter of time before he's defeated.

"Qin Feng, you just wait!"

Yan Sheng let out a roar of unwilling anger. Taking advantage of the explosion from a fierce battle, he turned around without hesitation, transformed into a streak of light, tore through space, and began a frantic escape.

Thus began a long chase that would sweep across the last hundred galaxies.

Yan Sheng did not flee without any plan.

He quickly devised an extremely vicious strategy—to use the rules of the competition to restrain Qin Feng.

Each time he teleported into subspace, he precisely chose star system resource points where martial artists still gathered as his landing points.

According to the rules, if martial artists meet but do not engage in combat, both will have points deducted.

He wanted to throw this mudslinging at Qin Feng.

At a resource point called "Starlight Coral Reef," hundreds of martial artists are carefully collecting energy corals that shimmer like stars.

Suddenly, the space fluctuated violently, and Yan Sheng, covered in blood and weak, appeared in the center of the crowd in a sorry state.

Before anyone could react, another spatial rift opened, and Qin Feng, wielding a black spear and exuding murderous intent, followed closely behind.

"It's Yan Sheng!"

"The person behind him is... Qin Feng!"

"Run! This plague god has attracted that evil star!"

The martial artists who witnessed this scene were instantly terrified.

Over the past decade, Qin Feng's fearsome reputation has resounded throughout the entire war zone.

Without hesitation, they abandoned the resources at hand, scattered like birds and beasts, and fled frantically in all directions.

Qin Feng frowned slightly.

If he wants to hunt down Yan Sheng, he must first deal with these "witnesses," otherwise, he will lose a precious point for each one who escapes.

"Sorry."

Qin Feng had no other choice.

He snorted coldly, and the [Undying Tower] pressed down once more, while the martial arts essence of the [Vast Mountains] swept across the entire arena.

After a brief but bloody massacre, he wiped out all the martial artists in the area.

This brief delay allowed Yan Sheng to escape and teleport to the next location.

Such scenes continued to unfold over the next decade.

From "Starlight Coral Reef" to "Giant's Skeleton" and then to "Void Eye of Storms"... Yan Sheng is like a moving natural disaster; wherever he goes, Qin Feng's pursuit follows.

Qin Feng thus earned an even more infamous title—"The Cleaner."

Of course, Qin Feng's energy was limited, and occasionally he would let one or two slip through the net.

However, it doesn't matter if a few points are deducted. As long as Yan Sheng is killed, a huge amount of 1000 points will be obtained!
On the forums of the major battle zone, the surviving warriors were discussing the matter animatedly.

"I just picked two fruits from the 'Golden Tree' when that bastard Yan Sheng teleported over, followed by Qin Feng. We almost couldn't escape!"

"Who isn't? I personally witnessed 'Mad Blade' Luo Heng, ranked ninety-seventh on the combat power list, being crushed by Qin Feng's spear just because he was a step too slow. It was too tragic!"

"Now everyone is more afraid of Yan Sheng than they are of the Chosen Ones of Chaos."

The former means you might die, the latter means you definitely will die, because Qin Feng is definitely behind you.

"But then again, Qin Feng's strength is terrifying."

He's been hunting Yan Sheng for a full ten years, and he still managed to find the time to deal with us bystanders—he's a monster!

"Yeah, his strength seems to be getting stronger... He's such an unreasonable guy."

"His killing techniques are mastered, and he's about to break through to the galaxy level, making him significantly stronger than the top tier!"

The surviving warriors' discussions accurately revealed the truth.

Throughout this long chase, Qin Feng did not slacken his efforts in the slightest.

His mind was divided in two. One part was used to hunt down Yan Sheng and clear the "obstacles" along the way, while the other part sank into his heart sea, activating the supreme cultivation technique "Ten Perfect Hands" to refine the massive amount of corpse fruits and resources plundered from Cloud Mist Mountain and the subsequent battles.

The last hundred silver-white sections at the top of his "Immortal Tower" are being gradually tinged with a brilliant gold at a steady and unstoppable pace.

He honed his skills in battle and transformed himself in the pursuit.

And so, another ten years passed.

This chase, spanning dozens of galaxies, is finally nearing its end.

The vast majority of martial artists caught up in it became victims of Qin Feng's spear, contributing a large amount of points and resources to him.

Fewer than fifty lucky martial artists managed to escape his pursuit, but Qin Feng lost fifty points as a result.

Yan Sheng, at this moment, was truly at his last gasp.

His injuries had accumulated to an extremely serious level, making it impossible for him to escape Qin Feng's lock.

The year of the competition was 960.

[The territory of the major war zone is beginning to shrink; number of star systems remaining: 10.]

The entire arena was compressed into an unprecedentedly small area.

The more than 5,000 surviving warriors, like poisonous insects thrown into a cauldron, are engaged in the most frenzied and bloody final battle in these last ten star systems.

Fighting, struggling, and slaughter became the sole main theme of this starry sky.

The occasional appearance of the Evil God's Chosen, along with the other nine geniuses from all races who were also frantically hunting, brought the brutality of this elimination round to its peak.

The number of survivors is decreasing at an alarming rate.

At this moment, after twenty years of fighting and cultivation, Qin Feng's golden part of the [Undying Tower] has advanced to the nine hundred and fiftyth floor.

Only fifty layers remain to reach true galaxy-level scale!
Another ten years have passed.

The year is 970.

[The territory of the major war zone is beginning to shrink; number of star systems remaining: 1.]

The final battleground has finally arrived.

Everything was brought together in this last, lonely galaxy.

More than a thousand of the most outstanding human geniuses who fought their way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, ten geniuses representing the highest combat power of alien races, four Chaos Gods Chosen spreading chaos and madness, and the last and only star system-level resource point on this arena.

This is the final stage.

At the center of this galaxy floats a colossal spherical mechanical construct made of countless metals and runes. Inside, it seals away the countless corpses and bones of powerful beings who have fallen in countless battles.

Complex psionic and spiritual energy fields operate within it, continuously transforming these "war embers" into energy crystals that exude a rich aura of life and spirit through countless mysterious rune imprints.

This resource point is named "War Embers." Like Cloud Mist Mountain, it's a "graveyard" where corpses are converted into resources.

However, the difference is that Cloud Mist Mountain is a natural creation under the great power of the universe, while this place is a resource-producing area that has been artificially modified by a super strong person.

Although the resources produced are of high purity, they still bear traces of post-processing. Just like the cockroach paste that the people at the bottom of the Nest City use to fill their stomachs, it is usable but far inferior to those naturally grown rare treasures.

At this moment, more than a hundred human warriors are gathered around the [Embers of War].

They are the best of the survivors, and their level of golden spiritual power construction has generally reached more than 70%.

But they still need resources to complete this final accumulation.

As for the other martial artists, they have probably already accumulated enough resources and started their seclusion. They only need about thirty years to advance to the star system level!

Just then, a spatial rift suddenly tore open near them without warning.

Yan Sheng, whose breath was extremely weak, stumbled and fell out.

The moment Yan Sheng appeared, the pupils of all the martial artists present contracted sharply at the same time.

The next second, without any communication or hesitation, everyone made the same move.

escape!
Without hesitation, they activated the warp teleportation, ignoring even the energy crystals that were right in front of them.

Because all the survivors in the entire war zone knew an ironclad rule.

Yan Sheng is now a walking jinx, a harbinger of death.

His appearance signifies only one thing—that incomparable and terrifying prodigy named Qin Feng is about to arrive.

His arrival, however, meant the clearing of the area.

……

They were not fleeing Yan Sheng, but rather the invisible yet ever-present terrifying shadow behind him.

Standing alone atop the massive spherical machine, Yan Sheng felt the lingering ripples of the surrounding space and was momentarily taken aback.

He had considered countless possibilities: perhaps everyone would join forces to attack him, or perhaps they would be locked in a stalemate due to mutual fear. But he never imagined that he would become a plague god that everyone would avoid.

"Qin Feng..."

He murmured the name in a low voice, his tone extremely complicated.

In the twenty-five-year-long pursuit and death battle, this name has become a deep imprint, etched into the depths of his soul.

He suddenly looked up, his sharp gaze sweeping across the vast universe, his mental energy on high alert, awaiting his nemesis who might appear at any moment, while simultaneously rapidly recovering from his injuries.

One breath, ten breaths, one minute...

The surrounding space remained calm, with no unusual activity except for the low rumble of the huge machine in operation.

The golden tower that was expected to be devastating did not appear, nor did the domineering martial arts essence descend.

Yan Sheng's tense nerves slowly relaxed, but what followed was a heavier unease than when facing a powerful enemy.

He is not a fool; on the contrary, his ability to stand out among the cruel Holy Spirit Fire Clan demonstrates a combat wisdom and situational judgment far exceeding that of ordinary people.

A terrifying thought, like a black lightning bolt, instantly cleaved through his thoughts.

"He's breaking through..."

Yan Sheng's pupils suddenly contracted, and an incredulous look of horror appeared on his handsome and arrogant face. "Breakthrough during battle... This monster, he actually intends to complete the transformation from a half-step galaxy level to a true galaxy level during a break in the battle!"

This realization filled him with a profound sense of powerlessness.

He recalled the fierce battles of the past twenty-five years.

Qin Feng's strength was increasing at a visible rate almost every day.

For the first five years, he was indeed suppressed by Qin Feng, but he was able to fight back occasionally.

However, as time went on, Qin Feng's mastery of that perfect killing technique became increasingly refined. Even more terrifying was that the golden part of his indestructible tower was spreading upwards at a speed that defied all reason.

Especially during the later chase, Yan Sheng could clearly sense that Qin Feng had begun to "multitask".

While maintaining mental lock on him, the other party was mostly immersed in a high-speed cultivation state.

Is this the terrifying aspect of human martial arts?

Yan Sheng's thoughts drifted away.

He recalled the survival rules of the Holy Spirit Fire Clan—born of nature and nurtured by the earth, the strong prey on the weak.

There was no systematic inheritance, and no warm guidance.

The human race... they possess a complete, efficient, and even "luxurious" system for cultivating geniuses.

From planetary level to stellar level, and now to the higher levels involving "immortal projection" and "golden spiritual power," each step has a clear path and method.

Just like the heaven-defying cultivation method called "Ten Perfect Hand" used by Qin Feng, it can actually allow martial artists to maintain high-speed cultivation during battle. This is a miracle that is simply unimaginable in the understanding of the Holy Spirit Fire Clan.

"At the same level, when it comes to the precise control and efficient use of one's own power, perhaps only those legendary peak races of the universe can slightly surpass the human race..."

Yan Sheng's heart was filled with bitterness and... a trace of unspeakable envy.

Just as he was feeling agitated, a cold and heavy voice came from afar.

"Yan Sheng, why are you here alone, feeling sorrowful?"

Before the words were finished, a burly figure stepped out from the void.

He was covered in thick, black armor, as heavy as mountain rocks, and was none other than Shi Panshan, a prodigy among all races.

When Yan Sheng saw the person who had arrived, the despair in his eyes lessened somewhat.

He spoke quickly, his words rapid: "Shipanshan! Let's join forces!"
We both know that we are far from meeting the points threshold set by King Jiuling!

If you help me this time and help me escape from Qin Feng, then we can join forces to wipe out those scattered martial artists.

With our combined strength, if we work together, we're sure to accumulate enough points to survive!

Upon hearing this, Shi Panshan revealed an undisguised sarcasm on his face and sneered, "Heh—Yan Sheng, did you burn your brain while on the run?"

Do you really think that by accumulating enough points, you can survive in the hands of the Nine Spirits King?
Everyone knows that humans are more cunning than those green-skinned orcs, and more ruthless than the interstellar Zerg!
The rules they set always serve only their own interests!

Another, even more violent voice, filled with bloodlust and a murderous intent, suddenly exploded, causing the surrounding space to buzz.

"Hahaha! Yan Sheng! Talk is cheap, let's pull off a big heist!"
Show the pride you displayed when you slaughtered millions of lives on the battlefield of all races!

We're joining forces not to escape, but to... capture Qin Feng alive!

Accompanied by maniacal laughter, a burly warrior with two horns on his head and a body partially demonized tore through space.

He exuded a nauseating aura of blood and brutality, with a string of heads of various shapes hanging from his waist, all bearing expressions of terror.

That pure, insane will that existed solely for killing clearly revealed his identity—the Chosen of Khorne!
"If we can capture this peerless genius of the human race alive, we might be able to use him as leverage to negotiate with that damned Nine Spirit King!"

Khorne's chosen one stared intently at Yan Sheng with his crimson eyes, as if he were looking at a suitable weapon.

Upon hearing this, Yan Sheng fell silent.

He was torn between his inner thoughts and his own conscience.

Seeking help from a tiger is extremely risky, but it seems... to be the only way to break the deadlock.

"What's wrong, Yan Sheng? Are you scared out of your wits?"

The voice of Khorne's chosen one was full of disdain, "Could it be that you really intend to surrender to that pseudo-emperor who is sprawled on the golden toilet?"

Why not just finish this deal with us!
Success, if you succeed, this unparalleled achievement that has revolutionized the human race's competition, will be enough to earn you the favor of the great Blood God, granting you eternal power and glory!

"Eldest brother is paralyzed and furious, second brother is furious and paralyzed...neither of them are good people. You're just a blood god's lackey who only knows how to kill. When your great blood god can finally stand up from his brass toilet, then you can come and boast about his glory. Even his toilet isn't as high-class as that..."

A lighthearted yet witty and cunning voice drifted over.

A figure draped in a long black robe, his face obscured by a hood, and exuding an elusive aura of chaos, quietly appeared.

He held a staff in his hand inlaid with a huge eye-shaped gem. The eye on the staff seemed to be alive, slowly turning and discerning the thoughts of everyone present.

Tzeentch is God's Chosen!
"You beast who only knows how to scheme and plot! You're asking for death!"

Khorne's Chosen was instantly enraged. A giant blade made of countless fused bones appeared out of thin air in his hand, and his violent killing intent locked onto Tzeentch's Chosen. He was about to attack in the next second.

"stop!"

With a cold shout, several powerful auras descended simultaneously from the depths of space.

A massive mechanical life form with a body entirely composed of intricate machinery and eyes flashing with red data streams—"Machine Overlord"!
His form shifted constantly between solidity and shadow, as if he didn't exist in this dimension—the Shadow Clan's leader, "Shadow Assassin"!
A colossal star beast, comparable in size to a star, covered in golden armor, and exuding a primordial aura—the "Golden Armor"!
And... a figure with an impeccable physique, whose every smile and frown could ignite the deepest desires in others—Slaanesh's chosen one!
At this point, apart from the mysterious Nurgle Chosen who represents life, disease, plague, and hope, the remaining ten prodigies of all races and three Chaos Chosen in the competition have all gathered here!

An unprecedented and terrifying pressure enveloped this "embers of war".

"enough."

Beneath the hooded face of the Chosen One, a steady yet seductive voice rang out, "Gentlemen, our goals are the same."

Internal strife will only worsen our situation.

He looked around, the eyeball on his staff lingering on each of the prodigies for a moment.

"We have reached a private agreement with only one goal—to capture Qin Feng alive!"

He paused, his voice growing deeper: "You can all think about why Qin Feng has such a 'gap-gap' lead in this supreme selection competition that brings together the top geniuses from tens of thousands of human star systems."

This defies common sense. The only explanation is that he possesses some unique quality.

The Chosen One spoke with a hint of playful speculation: "Who knows, this guy might be that paralyzed older brother... who is also the Emperor's Chosen One?"

Or perhaps, he possesses a secret coveted even by the highest levels of the human race.

"No matter which one it is, as long as we can capture him alive, we will have the leverage to negotiate with the Nine Spirits King!"

He raised his staff, and a beam of light shot out from the eyeball at the top of the staff, condensing in the void into the phantom of an ancient and tattered page of a book.

The pages of the book were covered with incomprehensible, twisted runes, emanating a terrifying aura that did not belong to this universe.

"In my hand, I hold a page of a forbidden divine book."

At crucial moments, it is enough to attract the attention of a great deity for a brief period, forming an information blackout zone that isolates the Nine Spirits King from control of the arena.

Although it was only a few breaths, it was enough for us to complete our plan and show him our 'bargaining chips'!

All eyes eventually focused on Yan Sheng, their gazes filled with hostility and warning.

In this plan, Yan Sheng is an indispensable part; he is the only "bait" who can accurately locate Qin Feng's teleportation coordinates.

If Yan Sheng does not comply, then before capturing Qin Feng alive, they will join forces to completely eliminate this unstable factor.

Feeling those cold gazes, Yan Sheng's heart finally tipped completely.

He knew that he had no choice.

"it is good."

He nodded slowly, uttering a single word in a hoarse voice, which was his way of agreeing.

However, deep within his lowered eyes, a glint of shrewdness shone unnoticed by anyone.

He appeared compliant, but inwardly he was already prepared to flee at any moment.

Because of everyone present, only he truly understood just how terrifying Qin Sifeng's strength was.

The so-called alliance and formations of these people are probably a joke in the face of a galaxy-level monster that is about to break through and possesses a perfect killing technique.

The next time Qin Feng appears, he will be a true galaxy-level being.

These so-called prodigies of all races and chosen ones of chaos, not one of them can make any waves.

not to mention……

The human race, it seems, wasn't so terrible to him after all...

Yan Sheng's thoughts flickered again, and the desperate scene from many years ago, on the Holy Spirit Fire Clan's home planet, where he was hunted down by that "powerful figure in the clan" who coveted his primordial fire, leaving him with nowhere to run or escape.

In contrast, while the human race's selection process was brutal, it at least had clear rules and... a sliver of fairness.

He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms.

"very good."

The Chosen One was very satisfied with Yan Sheng's "pragmatism." He smiled and said, "Qin Feng has left an indelible spiritual mark on you. His next teleportation will definitely use you as the coordinate."

Now, calm your breathing and come with us. I've prepared a perfect 'stage' for him.

Yan Sheng nodded silently, suppressing the violent flames emanating from his body.

Subsequently, this temporary alliance, composed of the universe's most outstanding and unruly geniuses and the chosen ones of the evil god, transformed into more than a dozen streaks of light and disappeared into the depths of space like ghosts.

Instead of using warp teleportation, they flew silently toward the predetermined trap in the most primitive way.

……

A month later.

The last remaining star system in the war zone, and its core region.

This is the final "shrinking lap" finish line of the entire race.

Seven giant stars, far exceeding the norm in both mass and volume, orbit each other at high speed at an extremely bizarre angle that defies the laws of physics.

The terrifying gravitational fields, spiritual energy fields, and mental energy fields released by each of them intertwine, tear, and collide in the core area, forming a natural, deadly array filled with violent and chaotic energy.

A mere ripple of force field could tear a stellar-level martial artist's body, along with his immortal projection, into a stream of basic particles.

The force field here is extremely complex. Even a half-step galaxy-level expert who has honed golden spiritual power must be extremely careful when in it, otherwise their spirit and soul will be completely destroyed by the chaotic energy torrent in an instant.

At this moment, Yan Sheng was sitting alone, cross-legged in the center of this chaotic force field.

He was like a butterfly in the eye of a storm, seemingly calm, but in reality, he could be torn to pieces at any moment.

Within the shadows and halos formed by the seven giant stars, more than a dozen figures had already concealed all their presence, like the most patient hunters, quietly waiting for their prey to arrive.

……

The scene changes.

On the edge of the last star system, on a desolate planet that is long dead and covered in ice.

Qin Feng, who was sitting cross-legged, slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes did not flash with earth-shattering divine light, nor did they reveal any aura of world-destroying destruction.

Yes, it is a profound and tranquil state, like returning to simplicity.

It was as if they were no longer a pair of eyes, but two universes that contained countless stars.

A genuine, pure joy slowly bloomed on his lips.

"Finally... galaxy-level."

Qin Feng muttered to himself, feeling the earth-shattering changes taking place within his body.

His consciousness was immersed in the spiritual realm, and the [Immortal Tower] that had accompanied him for nearly a thousand years had undergone a fundamental qualitative change.

The distinct colors of gold and silver have completely disappeared, replaced by a majestic tower constructed entirely of the purest and most dazzling gold.

The tower has 999 floors, each of which is filled with a harmonious golden divine light. Countless mysterious and complex golden runes appear and disappear on the tower, intertwined with each other to form a perfect and self-contained energy cycle.

This is a qualitative change.

If the previous half-step galaxy level was the process of refining spiritual power from "silver" to "gold", then the true galaxy level is the complete melting and forging of all the refined "gold" into one, causing a qualitative change from a quantitative change.

At this moment, his mental power, in terms of quality, speed of operation, and precision of control, is many times stronger than before.

With every gesture, it can unleash terrifying power far exceeding anything seen before.

"Galaxy-level is indeed a huge upgrade."

Qin Feng slowly stood up and clenched his fist.

He could feel that his physical body also received a terrifying response from this qualitative change in his mental power, and its strength soared once again.

"Next, according to the Canaan Sutra, it is necessary to continuously accumulate resources and use a massive amount of 'quantity' to increase the 'density' of the indestructible tower, compressing it continuously until its density breaks through a certain critical point, and finally collapses, transforming into a 'singularity' that can interfere with reality and devour everything. That is the beginning of a black hole."

"This process is not about compressing the volume of the tower, but about increasing its internal mass and density."

This is an incredibly long and painstaking process, requiring a massive amount of resources and time.

Qin Feng mentally reviewed his future path of cultivation, and his resolve became increasingly clear and firm.

Then, he closed his eyes slightly and calmed down.

The spiritual imprint formed from Yan Sheng's primordial aura was incredibly clear in his perception, like a lighthouse in the dark universe.

He could sense that the coordinate point was located in the most central and most energy-turbulent region of the entire galaxy.

"Are you ready to face death, Yan Sheng?"

A cold smile curled at the corners of Qin Feng's lips.

The next instant, the space in front of him rippled violently, like the surface of a lake to which a stone had been thrown.

He took a step forward, and his figure instantly disappeared into the constantly twisting and folding subspace.

The speed of subspace teleportation was incredibly fast. Almost instantly, a teleportation array appeared not far from Yan Sheng, and then the previously reserved geniuses of all races and the chosen ones of the evil god became excited.

(End of this chapter)