High Martial Arts: Liver Becomes the Master of the Universe

Chapter 247 Imperial Chief! Generous Rewards! Battlefield of Myriad Races - Cosmic Will!

Space loses its inherent extensibility, and time seems to be folded into a singularity.

That magnificent square, which carried the dreams and disappointments of five trillion geniuses, has reappeared.

A flash of light appeared, and 120 figures materialized out of thin air, standing silently in the center of the square.

They are the last survivors, the victors who have survived a thousand years of blood and fire.

Each one of them was surrounded by a condensed, tangible aura of killing intent and an energy fluctuation as deep as the ocean—a majesty on a galaxy level, a level of life that transcends planets and stars.

Dead silence.

Absolute silence enveloped the entire square.

The trillions of eliminated individuals who had been teleported here earlier and had been waiting for a long time were all silent at this moment.

Their gazes, like billions of surging galaxies, crossed vast distances and converged on the foremost of the 120 figures—the tall, upright young man holding the Star-Devouring Spear, with a calm expression.

Qin Feng.

This name has become a legend over the past thousand years.

Now, he returns as the ultimate victor, his title preceded by an unparalleled honor that would shake countless martial artists—the Empire's Chief!
Awe, shock, envy, jealousy, worship... endless complex emotions intertwined and fermented among the crowd.

Qin Feng stood still, feeling the immense power that seemed to crush the very space around him.

His mind was as calm as a still pond; a thousand years of fighting had forged his will into an unbreakable one.

The joy of victory did not cloud his judgment; he simply accepted it all calmly, embracing the glory he had won with his blood and sweat.

Just then, in the deep space above the plaza, light began to converge.

It is not any known form of energy, but a pure, conceptual "existence".

A figure slowly coalesced in the light, seemingly shrouded in an eternal white light. No matter how much mental energy the crowd exerted or how many secret techniques they used, they could not see the slightest detail of his face.

He seemed to exist neither in this world nor in any other.

He is the supreme arbiter of this cosmic genius battle—Nine Spirit King.

A voice did not come through the air, nor through fluctuations of mental energy, but resounded directly in the depths of the soul of every living being.

The voice was majestic and vast, devoid of any emotion, like the proclaiming of the laws of the universe.

"This Cosmic Genius Battle is over."

A simple sentence brought this cruel feast that lasted for thousands of years to an end.

"No additional rewards will be given to those outside the top 100. Those within the top 100, please check the reward details on the subspace terminal."

"The top three, please follow me to the designated reward location."

As soon as he finished speaking, an uncontrollable commotion erupted from the crowd.

The most painful among them were the twenty or so prodigies whose rankings fell outside the top one hundred among the final 120 survivors.

They fought tooth and nail to the very last moment, and broke through to the coveted galaxy level, but because of a mere fraction of a point difference, they missed out on the ultimate reward that symbolized supreme glory.

Their faces were filled with resentment and disappointment, but under the majesty of this king-level expert, they dared not utter the slightest objection.

"Everyone, disperse. Your respective battle groups have made arrangements for you. Contact your private domains on your own."

King Jiuling waved his hand casually, a gesture that seemed effortless yet contained an undeniable will.

After saying this, his figure transformed into a streak of light that exceeded the speed of light, disappearing into the depths of the universe without the slightest hesitation.

Qin Feng, Caesar, and another burly, resolute-faced third-place finisher named Robertan exchanged a glance and, without hesitation, transformed into three streaks of light, closely following the direction in which the Nine Spirit King had disappeared.

As they left, the invisible pressure over the square dissipated.

The surviving prodigies opened their personal terminals, their faces showing either joy or sorrow. After brief exchanges or silences, beams of light from subspace teleportation lit up, and they began to leave the square that had witnessed the turning point in their destinies.

Their battle is over, but the journey of the Empire's leader has just begun.

The scenery of the universe receded rapidly in Qin Feng's perception, turning into blurry bands of light.

The Nine Spirit King's speed was so fast that it was unbelievable. If he hadn't deliberately slowed down, he could probably reach any corner of the human territory with just a thought.

About half an hour later, the streaks of light in front of them suddenly stopped, and a magnificent complex of buildings appeared before the three of them.

This is a giant city suspended in the vacuum of space.

Its base is not a planet or any celestial body, but is constructed out of thin air by countless mysterious arrays and a giant alloy structure that flashes with runes.

The city's style is full of power and order, with countless warships of different sizes shuttling through it, and powerful auras appearing and disappearing within the city.

Most striking are the hundreds of enormous teleportation portals in the center of the city, emanating intense spatial fluctuations.

"This place is called Teleportation City."

The Nine Spirits King's voice echoed in their hearts, "Through this place, one can directly travel to the various frontline strongholds established by the human race in the battlefield of ten thousand races. Within the battlefield of ten thousand races, one can also teleport between different strongholds."

"Although the human race cannot freely use subspace teleportation in the battlefield of all races, they can still travel between their territory and battlefield strongholds, as well as move between strongholds."

Qin Feng and Caesar exchanged a glance, both seeing understanding in each other's eyes.

This is the foundation of the empire. Even in the chaotic and bizarre battlefield of the myriad races, the human race still managed to establish its own efficient transportation system through its powerful technology and martial arts.

They followed King Jiuling through the bustling airport and finally entered a huge building with a completely different style.

The building is full of strong Gothic style and solemn religious atmosphere.

The towering spires seem to pierce the dome of the universe, and the huge stained-glass windows depict epic scenes of human ancestors and emperors waging war.

Walking through it, a profound sense of history and sanctity washes over you, unconsciously inspiring awe.

Finally, King Jiuling led them to a vast martial arts room that seemed to be a world unto itself.

"You three, one at a time."

King Jiuling sat cross-legged on a futon in the center of the room and said calmly, "The first one, Robertan."

Robertan, ranked third, took a deep breath, bowed respectfully to King Jiuling, and then stepped into a separate space deeper inside the martial arts room. A light screen then fell, separating the inside from the outside.

Qin Feng and Caesar were left in the waiting area outside.

The space was completely silent, with only the light of distant stars filtering through the glass windows and casting dappled shadows.

"Caesar,"

Qin Feng broke the silence first, his voice ringing out directly in Caesar's mind through mental power, "Have you seen the specific reward for second place in your personal terminal?"

Caesar responded in kind with his mental power: "No. It should be the same as your situation."

The terminal displayed only one option: choose to join a powerful faction or venture into the battlefield of all races as a lone wolf.

"Me too."

Qin Feng confirmed, "It seems that the final reward is closely related to the choices we make."

"good."

A confident smile curved Caesar's lips. "That makes perfect sense. Different paths require vastly different resources and support."

The Empire intends to bestow the most appropriate reward based on our character and future plans.

He paused, then continued his analysis: "Choosing a battle group is undoubtedly a safer path."

The Ultimate Chapter, the Holy Blood Angel Chapter, the Black Hole Legion… these are the pillars of the Empire. Joining them will provide you with experienced mentors who can quickly transform you from a 'genius' into a qualified 'warrior'.

The contribution point exchange system within the battle group is very well-established; you reap what you sow, and you can proceed step by step, steadily and surely.

Most importantly, the battleband will also provide top geniuses like us with additional, exclusive training resources that are not open to outsiders.

"And chose to venture alone into the battlefield of myriad races,"

Caesar's tone held a hint of excitement, "Then it will be a completely different story. We can freely enjoy all the public resource points and opportunities marked by the humans on the battlefield, but the Empire's official mission system will be shut down for us."

The only way to earn contribution points is by handing over loot; there will be no additional resource allocation from any warband.

The former is stable and serves as the main path for the empire to cultivate its core strength;

The latter involves both risks and opportunities, placing greater emphasis on individual talent, ability, and luck; it is a narrow bridge to a higher ceiling.

Kassan's analysis was clear and logical, with a clear distinction between the advantages and disadvantages.

He looked at Qin Feng, a hint of a smile in his golden eyes: "Which one will you choose?"

"I will choose to venture out on my own."

Qin Feng answered without the slightest hesitation.

His voice was calm and firm.

"Haha, I knew it."

Caesar laughed loudly. "Me too. A safe path isn't for us. Greater risks are worthy of the greater rewards we desire. Besides, this concerns a black hole..."

"Ah."

Qin Feng nodded slightly and said no more.

Between the two, no words were needed; a tacit understanding based on shared ambition and strength had already been formed.

He slowly closed his eyes, his mind sank into his body, and began to silently circulate the Canaan Sutra, using this moment of tranquility to consolidate his newly broken through star system level cultivation.

However, as soon as I calmed down, a strange sense of unease quietly emerged.

The blue page that he had suppressed deep within his sea of ​​consciousness seemed to sense his cultivation and began to stir restlessly.

Strands of strange knowledge, like persistent demonic chants, echoed in his mind.

Those were more mysterious, more profound, and even seemingly more efficient methods of cultivation than the Canaanite scriptures, carrying a deadly allure that interfered with his focus on his martial arts.

Qin Feng's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

He felt that this thing was a huge hidden danger.

Just then, the light screen in front of them rose up, and Robertan walked out calmly.

He glanced at Caesar, gesturing for him to enter, then walked to the side, closed his eyes to rest like Qin Feng, and remained silent.

"It's my turn."

Caesar smiled at Qin Feng, straightened his armor, and strode in with confident steps.

Qin Feng nodded slightly, watched him enter the light screen, and then once again focused his mind on the struggle against the blue pages.

Another hour passed.

The light screen rose again, and Caesar emerged with an uncontrollable smile on his face, clearly having reaped a great harvest.

He gestured for Qin Feng to enter.

Qin Feng stood up, took a deep breath, suppressed the turmoil in his mind, and stepped into the independent space shrouded in light.

In the core area of ​​the martial arts room, King Nine Spirits was still sitting cross-legged on the futon.

Qin Feng's spiritual power spread out, but it was like a mud ox sinking into the sea; he still couldn't glimpse its true form.

He felt that he was not facing a physical entity, but a collection of concepts, a set of laws that governed the world.

"Qin Feng."

The voice of the Nine Spirit King resounded directly in his mind.

"Will you choose to venture alone into the battlefield of all races, or will you choose to stay in your parent organization, the Ultimate Battle Group?"

He repeated Caesar's analysis in a more official and concise manner.

"The former allows you to freely enjoy all the public opportunities that humanity has accumulated in the battlefield of all races throughout the ages, but the Imperial Mission System will not be open to you. This path has an extremely high ceiling, but it also places greater emphasis on your personal talent and strength."

The latter is more stable; under the protection and guidance of the warband, you can steadily grow into a pillar of the empire.

After speaking, King Jiuling quietly gazed at Qin Feng, awaiting his final decision.

Qin Feng did not hesitate at all.

His teacher, Devouring King, had already pointed him in the right direction for this choice.

More importantly, his own conscience also drove him toward that more difficult and broader path.

The empire has too many powerful individuals who have been trapped in black hole-like states for millions of years without making any progress.

To break with convention, one must take an unconventional path.

To venture into the battlefield of myriad races alone, one must possess the strength of one of the top 100. This is undoubtedly a selection process, and this path is prepared for the most talented individuals.

"I choose to venture alone into the battlefield of all races."

Qin Feng's voice was steady and powerful, each word representing his unwavering determination.

"it is good."

There seemed to be a hint of approval in the tone of King Jiuling.

He nodded slightly and said, "In that case, the reward that belongs to the Empire's Chief is now bestowed upon you."

"This is the Imperial First Medal."

As soon as he finished speaking, a dazzling golden light shot out from the Nine Spirits King's hand and instantly entered Qin Feng's brow.

Qin Feng felt a warm and resilient power merge into his soul, forming an incomparably powerful protective mark.

"This medal can protect you from one deadly secret technique from someone below the Domain Lord level."

Qin Feng was shocked; this was practically like having an extra life!

The mental techniques of a black hole-level powerhouse are unpredictable and difficult to defend against. With this medal, he undoubtedly has an extra crucial trump card on the battlefield in the future.

"This is the Tianyan Alloy Power Armor."

Nine Spirit King spoke again, and a ball of silver liquid metal appeared out of thin air, slowly flowing and transforming in his palm, eventually turning into a set of black power armor with smooth lines and full of powerful beauty.

The metal surface seemed to have swirling starlight, exuding an aura of immortality.

"This armor is forged from celestial alloy, star-devouring beast, and many other rare cosmic treasures."

It can grow and repair itself by consuming other alloys.

You can further refine it completely, integrating it into your flesh and soul, making it a part of your body. Currently, this power armor is classified as a star system.

The power armor transformed into a streak of light and flew precisely into Qin Feng's subspace storage unit.

"This is a transmission beacon."

A complex beacon, the size of a pigeon egg and composed of countless crystal facets, emerges.

Its internal spatial structure is layered and overlapping, as if it contains a miniature universe.

"With this beacon, you can teleport directly from any teleportation city within the human territory to any activated human stronghold in the battlefield of all races."

After each use, the energy will be depleted, requiring a massive amount of resources to recharge before it can be used again.

"These are the crimson gold wings."

The final reward appeared: a pair of crimson-gold wings composed of pure energy and lines of law.

It floats silently, and the surrounding space is slightly distorted by its presence.

"Black hole-level equipment has seventy-two restrictions. After refining it, it can greatly increase your speed of crossing in the vacuum of space, making you invincible whether you are chasing or escaping."

As the Nine Spirit King spoke, the beacon and wings flew into Qin Fu's storage unit one after another.

After bestowing these routine rewards, King Jiuling did not stop there.

A strange smile suddenly appeared in his tone.

"In addition to that, there is another most important and special reward that you have already received."

"Ok?"

Qin Feng was taken aback upon hearing this, and then an unbelievable thought flashed through his mind.

He hesitated before asking, "You mean...that page?"

"good."

The Nine Spirits King's answer confirmed Qin Feng's conjecture.

"For the strong of the human race, dealing with chaos is like asking a tiger for its skin."

The Nine Spirits King's voice became meaningful, "Chaos is a deadly poison, but also a good medicine."

If you can always firmly uphold your beliefs and martial arts, you can make use of the 'advantageous' aspects of the Chaos Gods to achieve your goals.

But if your will falters even slightly, you will immediately fall into an abyss of no return.

"The empire's high command highly recognizes your will and determination."

Therefore, they tacitly allowed this 'reward' to fall into your hands.

This is both a gift and a more rigorous test.

"The boundless knowledge contained within those pages will help you progress rapidly in your cultivation at the black hole level, far surpassing your peers."

In critical moments, it can also become your ultimate weapon for survival.

But at the same time, it will also bring you endless temptations and whispers at all times.

How you use it is entirely up to you.

Upon hearing this, Qin Feng suddenly realized what was going on.

The Emotional Treachery Book Page is the most dangerous and powerful reward in this Cosmic Genius Battle.

"Regarding the details of cultivation beyond the galaxy level, as well as matters related to the cosmic will involved in the battlefield of myriad races, your teacher, Devouring King, will personally teach you, so I will not elaborate here."

The Nine Spirits King's voice returned to its calm tone.

"However, I also have a personal gift for you."

He changed the subject and said, "I have a secret technique that I created myself, called the Nine Spirits Primordial Diagram, which is inside this Enlightenment Stele."

You can take it back and study it carefully; consider it as having another trump card.

This secret technique is considered top-tier even among black hole-level secret techniques.

After saying that, King Jiuling waved his hand lightly, and a stone tablet that was completely black, without any patterns on its surface, yet seemed to be able to devour all light appeared out of thin air and silently disappeared into Qin Feng's storage unit.

"Go."

The Nine Spirits King's voice carried a hint of farewell.

"After making thorough preparations, we will then set off for the battlefield of all races."

From the moment you stepped out of here, you were no longer a sheltered genius.

Slaughter, conquest, betrayal, glory… these will be the main themes of your martial arts career from now on. Be prepared.”

"clear."

A surge of heroic spirit welled up in Qin Feng's heart, and he bowed deeply to the Nine Spirit King.

Then, he straightened up, turned around, and left the martial arts room.

As Qin Feng stepped out of the magnificent Gothic building, the light in the surrounding space seemed to soften as his emotions calmed down.

The heavy doors of the martial arts room slowly closed behind him, isolating him from the unfathomable aura of the Nine Spirits King.

Outside the door, in the empty corridor, only one figure stood silently, his golden hair gleaming in the light cast by the corridor's dome—it was Caesar.

The prodigy Robertan, who came in third place, has long since disappeared.

It seems that after receiving the reward, they left directly to prepare for the road ahead.

On this narrow path leading to the pinnacle of martial arts, everyone is a hurried traveler, and even a moment's pause could mean being overtaken by those behind.

When Caesar saw Qin Feng come out, he showed his usual confident and cheerful smile. He walked up to Qin Feng and lightly punched Qin Feng's shoulder with his fist without any hesitation.

"It seems that what you've gained far exceeds what Robertan and I have achieved."

There was no jealousy in Caesar's golden eyes, only pure curiosity and comradely concern.

Qin Feng nodded, not hiding anything: "That's right. His Majesty the Nine Spirits King gifted me an extra scroll of black hole-level secret techniques, which was a pleasant surprise."

He didn't mention the more crucial "blue pages," which represented a tacit understanding between him and the empire's high command, an iceberg hidden beneath the surface.

"That's good."

Caesar's smile widened. "The stronger you are, the less boring it will be when we meet at the highest point in the future." He paused, then changed the subject, getting straight to the point: "What are your plans next? You should have already decided on the two choices that King Nine Spirits gave you, right?"

"I chose to venture alone into the battlefield of all races."

Qin Feng answered without hesitation, his gaze clear and firm: "I will contact my teacher first to make some preparations, and then I will set off directly."

"Heroes see the same thing."

Upon hearing this, Caesar let out a hearty laugh that echoed through the empty corridor. "That's what I was planning too. A smooth road may be flat, but the scenery along the way can never compare to the wonders on the cliffs."

He looked at Qin Feng with great interest. "Speaking of which, your teacher is the Devouring King, right?"

"Exactly."

Qin Feng nodded.

"That's really a coincidence."

A hint of surprise and amusement flashed in Caesar's eyes. "My teacher is the Holy Feather King, who is a long-time friend of the Devouring King."

I never imagined that our teachers would have such a connection.

"Hahaha--"

Upon hearing this, Qin Feng couldn't help but laugh.

This vast universe sometimes seems so small.

Two rivals who fight side by side on the highest level of competition, and are both friends and foes, have mentors who are old acquaintances.

This wonderful coincidence brought the two of them even closer together.

"Let's go,"

Caesar suggested, “This is not the place for a detailed discussion. There are several good taverns in this teleportation city.”

Let's find a place, have a good drink, and chat about what's next.

I have some information about the Battle of All Races that might be useful to you.

"it is good."

Qin Feng readily agreed.

The two figures flashed, transforming into two elusive streaks of light that vanished instantly at the end of the corridor.

The Teleportation City, a magnificent city suspended in the void of space, is one of the most important transit hubs connecting the human realm to the battlefield of all races.

Countless powerful martial artists traversed the area, with planetary-level beings being as numerous as hairs on a cow, and stellar-level beings being commonplace. Occasionally, one could even sense the fleeting, chilling aura of a black hole-level powerhouse.

Qin Feng and Caesar randomly chose a tavern located on the edge of the city, overlooking the boundless starry sea below.

The two found a seat by the window, outside which lay the vast universe, occasionally punctuated by massive interstellar warships that slowly passed by like behemoths, casting shadows that blotted out the sky.

"This battlefield of myriad races is more complex than I imagined."

Caesar took a sip of the energy drink in his glass. "It's not a fixed area, but a vast battlefield where rules are chaotic and spacetime is intertwined."

There lie countless cosmic secrets, ruins left behind by ancient civilizations, and naturally formed treasure troves of resources; of course, there is also endless war and death.

He looked at Qin Feng, his expression turning serious: "You and I have chosen to venture out on our own, which means we will be facing the most primitive and brutal side of this battlefield."

Without the backing of a warband, and without the guidance of the Imperial quest system, all our actions must rely on our own judgment.

"This is exactly what I've been looking for."

Qin Feng's tone was calm, but the power it contained was undeniable.

"I got it."

Caesar smiled. "But there are some things you need to know beforehand. For example, the Nine Spirit King should have mentioned the term 'cosmic will' to you, right?"

Qin Feng nodded.

The Nine Spirits King did mention this term, but he didn't explain it in detail. He only said that the Devouring King would teach him.

Caesar said in a deep voice, "I only have a superficial understanding of this myself; it was something my teacher, the Holy Feather King, mentioned occasionally."

Simply put, you can view the entire known universe as a grand 'game' dominated by a 'cosmic will'.

Our great human emperor, through his unparalleled power, forcibly carved out a "private domain" or "safe zone" belonging to our race within the framework of this "game."

"Within the empire's borders, we follow the rules set by the Emperor and the empire's high command."

For example, joining a battle group, exchanging resources through contribution points, and carrying out missions issued by the Empire... This system is stable and efficient, and can continuously cultivate qualified warriors.

However, it also severs our direct connection with the most primordial 'cosmic will'.

"Once we choose to venture into the battlefield of all races alone and leave the warband, it is equivalent to stepping from the empire's 'private domain' into the 'public domain' dominated by the 'will of the universe'."

There, we will have the opportunity to directly contact the 'Will of the Universe'.

Qin Feng listened quietly; Caesar's description coincided with his vague guess.

What does it mean to come into contact with the will of the universe?

he asked.

"It means endless variables and opportunities."

Caesar's eyes gleamed with excitement. "According to my teacher, the will of the universe issues 'missions' in various forms."

These tasks may be random, such as suddenly asking you to go to some unknown secret realm;

It could also be a limited-time 'event', such as a rare treasure of heaven and earth that periodically appears in a certain area, attracting powerful beings from all races to fight for it;
It might even orchestrate 'cosmic events' affecting countless galaxies, such as the awakening of a slumbering ancient race or a massive invasion by the forces of an evil god…

"Completing these 'tasks' issued by the will of the universe will yield unimaginable rewards."

These rewards could be the legacy of a lost civilization, cosmic wonders capable of defying fate, or even the primal power that directly elevates the essence of life.

This is the fundamental reason why the war within the battlefield of all races is so intense and never-ending.

Because there, at any moment, a myth of instant ascension to the top could unfold, or a tragic tale of the strong falling from grace could be sung.

Qin Feng was deeply shaken. These words unveiled a corner of a world he had never seen before, a world that was far grander and more magnificent.

The two chatted for a long time, and Caesar told Qin Feng without reservation many secrets about the battlefield of the myriad races, such as the characteristics of the major peak races, some famous dangerous forbidden zones, and several common types of cosmic artifacts.

Half an hour later, Caesar stood up and raised his wine glass.

"Alright, Qin Feng, I should go back now."

Even after being away from home for a thousand years, one must always go back to see their family.

After that, I will quickly master a level nine killing technique, and then I will head to the battlefield of all races.

His golden eyes stared directly at Qin Feng, burning with fierce fighting spirit and anticipation. "You and I will meet at the highest point!"

Qin Feng also stood up and clinked glasses with him. The energy liquor in the glasses sloshed and made a crisp sound.

"Alright! See you at the top!"

The two looked at each other and burst into hearty laughter at the same time.

The surrounding martial artists had already been drawn to the commotion, and many recognized the two peerless geniuses who had just shone brightly in the Cosmic Genius Battle.

When the exclamation of "The Empire's Chief" rang out, Qin Feng and Caesar's figures had already vanished into thin air, leaving behind only the shock and discussion of the tavern's patrons.

Through subspace teleportation, traversing an endless distance, when Qin Feng opened his eyes again, the familiar yet slightly unfamiliar azure planet was already floating before him.

Venus.

Qin Feng's figure appeared silently outside the atmosphere of the Morning Star, then slowly descended, finally landing on the familiar streets of the Silver Gull Community.

Everything around me felt both familiar and strange.

Many of the surrounding old communities have long been demolished and replaced by new, more magnificent and technologically advanced buildings.

The Yin'ou community where his family lives seems to have been forgotten by time, retaining its original appearance from more than a thousand years ago.

Qin Feng understood that this was not forgetting, but rather a deliberate preservation. This preservation was precisely because of him.

He passed by the Extreme Martial Arts Hall, the building where he had poured countless drops of sweat and laid the foundation for his martial arts.

He didn't stop, but merely glanced around, a slight ripple stirring in his heart, before heading straight towards home.

Pushing open the door to my home, which I hadn't opened myself for a thousand years, a scent of dust and memories washed over me.

The furnishings inside remained unchanged and were spotless, clearly indicating that someone regularly maintained the room.

But the warmth and vitality of that "home" had long since vanished with the passing of the father.

Qin Feng slowly walked to the sofa and sat down, sinking into the soft cushions.

He closed his eyes, and in a daze, he seemed to still see his father wearing an apron, busy in the kitchen, and he could still hear his nagging instructions.

A thousand years is but a fleeting moment on the scale of the universe, but for a mortal's lifetime, it is an insurmountable cycle of reincarnation.

Just then, a gentle yet seductive voice suddenly rang out from the depths of his mind, like the most patient and persuasive mentor.

"Qin Feng."

It was that blue page, and it was Tzeentch's voice.

"In fact, if you have a vast enough knowledge base, it is entirely possible to bring the deceased back to life."

"You should know that any living being is composed of nothing more than a spirit and a physical body."

Your father died of natural causes in the Empire. Although his physical body has perished, his soul will not simply vanish into thin air.

His soul will return to the supreme golden throne, and under the protection of the great emperor, he will be sent into reincarnation, reborn as a new generation of humans.

"As long as you are strong enough and have a deep enough grasp of the knowledge of the soul realm, you will be able to accurately retrieve the wisp of your father's soul from beneath the Emperor's Golden Throne."

At that time, reshaping a perfect physical body for him will be a piece of cake.

These words, like the whispers of a demon, precisely pierced the softest and most vulnerable spot in Qin Feng's heart at that moment.

However, Qin Feng listened quietly, his expression remaining unchanged.

After the voice faded, he didn't even organize his thoughts in his mind; he simply replied to the other person in his mind with the purest and most direct spiritual intention.

"You idiot."

Simple, direct, and even a bit vulgar.

This response caused the page of the book, which was trembling slightly in his mind and emitting a faint blue light, to freeze instantly.

The persuasive and guiding aura vanished without a trace, replaced by an incredulous astonishment.

Qin Feng slowly opened his eyes, a cold smile curving his lips.

After receiving the account from the Nine Spirit King, his relationship with this strange object underwent a fundamental change.

Will the human race simply give the prodigy a page of chaos and watch him be corrupted?
impossible.

These chaotic pages may be dangerous, but Qin Feng is capable of facing them. Therefore, Qin Feng no longer has much fear of these pages. This disrespect actually helps him resist the temptation of chaos.

These pages were no longer a threat to him, but a vast database containing a wealth of knowledge that he could access at will.

A tool, no matter how powerful its former owner was, or how alluring the knowledge it contains, is ultimately just a tool.

Want to seduce the owner of a tool?

How ridiculous.

After being verbally and physically humiliated by Qin Feng, the treacherous book seemed to realize its current status. It trembled slightly, all its aura receded, and it fell into complete silence, daring not to utter another word.

Qin Feng ignored it.

He leaned back on the sofa, quietly calming his turbulent emotions.

A moment later, he sat up straight and opened the subspace network on his personal terminal.

He prepared to contact his mentor, the Devouring King.

However, as soon as the terminal interface opened, a series of application notifications popped up.

The vast majority of spam messages and unimportant friend requests have been automatically blocked by "Hamer".

Only a few applications, which were deemed to be of the highest priority, were shining brightly.

One of the applicants' names sounded somewhat unfamiliar to him, yet carried a strange sense of authority.

Applicant: Huo Linhou.

The note contained only one line: "Qin Feng, I am your senior brother."

Qin Feng's heart stirred, and without the slightest hesitation, he immediately agreed.

Almost instantly after I agreed, the other party sent a holographic projection communication request.

Qin Feng confirmed it again, and the next moment, a tall and fiery figure was clearly projected into the living room in front of him.

It was a man wearing a dark red, streamlined power armor, with magma-like light flowing at the joints of the armor.

He wasn't wearing a helmet, revealing long, fiery red hair that looked like burning flames. His eyes seemed to hold two inextinguishable flames burning fiercely. Just looking at him, one could feel a terrifying heat wave that could burn mountains and boil seas.

[Fire Kirin Marquis]: Qin Feng, I am the eldest disciple of the Devouring Heaven King.

His voice was deep and powerful, which complemented his fiery appearance.

[Qin Feng]: I have met my senior brother.

Qin Feng stood up, bowed slightly to the projection, and acted respectfully.

[Fire Kirin Marquis]: No need for formalities. Master is currently undergoing a crucial period of seclusion and is unable to contact you personally.

Before he went into seclusion, he specifically instructed me that after your Cosmic Genius Battle ended, I would come to guide you and inform you of the follow-up matters.

He looked Qin Feng up and down, a hint of approval showing in his burning eyes.

[Fire Kirin Marquis]: First of all, congratulations on winning the title of Imperial Chief this year.

Very good. This achievement is enough to leave a significant mark on the history of the empire.

Back then, I only came in second place.

[Qin Feng]: Senior Brother, you flatter me.

[Fire Kirin Marquis]: Alright, enough of the small talk, let's get down to business.

Huo Linhou's expression turned serious, and Qin Feng immediately focused his attention and listened intently.

[Fire Kirin Marquis]: Including you, there are seven direct disciples under Master's tutelage.

You are our junior brother, ranked seventh.

Your other senior brothers and sisters, apart from me, are either wandering and training deep in the battlefield of myriad races or are in seclusion.

You will have the opportunity to get to know them one by one in the future.

He extended a finger, at the tip of which flickered an incredibly solid flame.

[Fire Kirin Marquis]: First, regarding your whereabouts.

Since you have chosen to venture out alone, you must select a designated teleportation point when you first arrive at the battlefield of all races.

That stronghold is called: Devouring Heaven Universe City. It's where our teacher personally oversees things, and it's also the main base of our lineage.

Qin Feng silently memorized the name.

[Fire Kirin Marquis]: The second point is about the cosmic will that you care about most.

Caesar should have already mentioned this to you.

His understanding is largely correct.

"It will show you the 'opportunities' and 'challenges' of this universe in various forms."

Random tasks, limited-time events, cosmic events... these are all methods it uses to select, hone, or eliminate the strong.

Complete the challenges it presents, and you will reap unimaginable rewards.

This is why, theoretically, the growth potential of all martial artists who choose to venture out alone is higher than that of warriors in battle groups.

Of course, after reaching the Black Hole level, Battleband warriors will also begin to come into contact with the will of the universe.

【Fire Kirin Marquis】: The third point, a cosmic wonder.

You've probably encountered this concept during the competition; those hidden items are like cosmic artifacts, possessing magical properties.

True cosmic wonders are magical objects formed by the convergence of cosmic laws through a series of coincidences.

They are extremely rare, but each one possesses incredible and even terrifying abilities that defy common sense.

In the battlefield of all races, a powerful cosmic artifact can change the course of a battle and even determine the life or death of a top expert.

He paused, giving Qin Feng time to process his thoughts, before continuing.

[Fire Kirin Marquis]: The fourth and most important point is about your future path of cultivation.

"You are now at the galaxy level. The goal at this stage is very clear: to continuously increase the 'quantity' of your indestructible mental projection, and then increase its 'density' through the accumulation of quantity, and finally compress it infinitely into a 'singularity' that can leverage the rules of reality."

This step is self-explanatory; just follow the steps.

"When you successfully condense a singularity, you will have entered the black hole level."

From this moment on, the real test begins. The core of the black hole level lies in absorbing endless 'knowledge' and using it as a foundation to forge a 'path' that is uniquely your own.

This path might be the ultimate understanding of a certain law, the creation of an unprecedented supreme secret technique, or the pushing of a certain martial arts philosophy to its limit… The form is unrestricted, but the core is singular: your 'path' must be approved by the will of the universe.

"The moment your 'path' is recognized by the will of the universe, you will be able to ascend to the heavens in one step and become a domain lord-level powerhouse!"

"The so-called domain lord is the master of a territory!"
Within the human empire, each domain lord is a supreme being who oversees an entire star sector;
Within the battle group, each domain lord is a war commander who leads an entire legion!
From this moment on, you have truly entered the ranks of the universe's top powerhouses.

"Above the Domain Lord, the paths begin to diverge."

Whether it's being granted a title of nobility, king, emperor, or even sainthood... the essence is to continuously strengthen and perfect the 'path' you've chosen through the endless knowledge you've acquired, from hundreds of different perspectives.

The wider and deeper your path, the stronger you will be.

When your strength reaches a certain critical point and you gain recognition from a higher level of the cosmic will, you will receive a corresponding title.

This is the cultivation process after becoming a domain lord.

After listening to Huo Linhou's detailed explanation, Qin Feng suddenly understood.

He finally understood why his teacher had said that the path of martial arts begins with the Domain Lord.

Because starting from the Domain Lord level, a martial artist's cultivation truly breaks away from the step-by-step advancement of realms and enters the grand stage of creating and expanding their own "Dao".

This also gave him a deeper understanding of the value and danger of that "blue page".

The boundless knowledge it contains is the essential foundation for black hole-level powerhouses to forge their own paths.

[Fire Kirin Marquis]: Finally, it's about the level nine killing technique.

Your master's level nine killing technique is not entirely compatible with you.

Therefore, you can choose the most suitable level nine killing technique for yourself from the Empire's martial arts library. After you have made your choice, tell me and I will use my authority to directly purchase the inheritance stone tablet for you.

"The ninth level of killing technique is ultimately just a transition."

Its power is far inferior to those bizarre and unpredictable black hole-level secret techniques, and it is also much simpler.

You only need to master it and use it as a regular means of combat; there's no need to invest too much effort. Just quickly advance to the Black Hole level, and then begin learning arcane arts.

"Once you successfully advance to the Black Hole level and condense your own Eternal Singularity, your master will naturally pass on his true mantle to you."

After explaining everything, Huo Linhou looked at Qin Feng with his fiery eyes and said slowly, "Junior Brother, that's all I have to say."

"Make yourselves well prepared; we'll be waiting for you in the Devouring Heaven Universe City."

As soon as he finished speaking, his holographic projection turned into sparks and dissipated into the air.

Silence returned to the living room.

Qin Feng stood quietly in place, digesting the massive amount of information he had just acquired.

The path ahead was now laid out before him with crystal clarity.

Battlefield of myriad races, will of the universe, wonders of the universe.

And that supreme path leading to the realm of a domain lord and a king...

(End of this chapter)