High Martial Arts: Liver Becomes the Master of the Universe

Chapter 249 Devouring Universe City! First Arrival! Cosmic Will! A Heavenly Book!
Inside the martial arts room, pale golden spiritual energy, like the warmest tide of spring, gently yet firmly enveloped the boy named Qin Dahai.

In Qin Feng's eyes, the cosmic starry sky appeared and disappeared in an uncertain way. His will was highly concentrated as he carefully manipulated the profound power of the "Ten Perfect Hands" to explore that realm that ordinary people could not reach—the origin of the soul.

In Qin Feng's perception, the boy's soul was not a complete, dazzling ball of light, but rather a piece of glass art covered with tiny cracks.

Those cracks, deep and dark, constantly dissipated the primal power of life and spirit. It was these congenital damages that led to his physical weakness and stagnation in cultivation.

“Soul damage is indeed rare and more troublesome than ordinary chronic diseases.”

Sun Chantang stood to the side, arms crossed, his gaze sharp, his tone carrying a hint of solemnity.

He could clearly sense how vast and pure the spiritual power Qin Feng was outputting was, and the control over that power even amazed him, a senior who had been immersed in the galaxy level for thousands of years.

"Yes, that's quite rare."

While continuing his treatment, Qin Feng calmly replied, "But it's not an incurable disease. The universe is vast and full of wonders. The mysteries of the soul are profound, but they ultimately fall within the realm of knowledge."

His words were calm and confident; this demeanor was far removed from that of the young man a thousand years ago who was anxious about the damage to his foundation.

As Qin Feng continuously poured in and refined his spiritual power, the pale golden energy transformed into countless tiny runes, like the most skilled craftsmen beginning to meticulously "stitch" together the cracks in the soul.

This is an extremely mentally taxing process, requiring an unbelievable level of control over mental energy.

"Uh... ah!"

The young Qin Dahai's body began to tremble violently, and tears of pain streamed down his tightly closed eyes.

His forehead veins bulged, his jaw clenched, and he let out a suppressed roar of pain.

The reshaping of the soul is a thousand times more painful than physical transformation; it is a tearing and reorganization originating from the deepest part of life.

Seeing this, Qin Feng's voice was gentle yet carried an undeniable power, resounding directly in the boy's mind: "Guard your mind, this is a transformation you must undergo. Pain is the prelude to rebirth, seize it, feel it, transcend it."

His voice seemed to carry a calming power, allowing the nearly collapsing boy to regain a sliver of will and desperately hold onto the clarity of his mind.

Time passes minute by minute.

The air in the entire martial arts room seemed to freeze, with only the boy's increasingly heavy breathing and Qin Feng's stable and powerful aura, like that of a star.

Nearly an hour later, when the last trace of the soul crack was completely healed by the pale golden runes, the boy's soul light shone with an unprecedentedly brilliant light, perfectly harmonious and flawless. Only then did Qin Feng slowly withdraw his hands and that enormous spiritual power.

"call……"

He exhaled a breath of stale air, a hint of weariness flashing in his eyes, but more so a sense of peace at having accomplished a good deed.

At this moment, Qin Dahai's body was already soaked in sweat and black filth expelled from his body, emitting a foul stench.

He collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, as if he had just struggled ashore from a drowning abyss, but his eyes were surprisingly bright.

"Go wash up."

Qin Feng's voice returned to its calm tone, "Your soul damage has healed. After the dual baptism of body and soul, your talent has been transformed. Although it has not yet reached the Empire's top gold standard of humanity, it is not far off."

After saying that, he flicked his finger, and a sealed metal can landed precisely in front of the boy.

The container contained a pale blue liquid, which shimmered with a faint aura of energy.

"Basic psionic potion,"

Qin Feng looked at the boy, his eyes seeming to see his own past self. "Drinking it will help you solidify your foundation."

Just like when Sun Chantang handed him this jar of medicine back then.

"Thank you so much, senior!"

Young Qin Dahai struggled to his feet, bowed deeply to Qin Feng, his voice trembling with excitement.

Without the slightest hesitation, he picked up the medicine, enduring the excruciating pain from every inch of his muscles and bones after his foundation was rebuilt, and limped towards the bathroom attached to the martial arts room.

Watching the boy's retreating figure, Sun Chantang clicked his tongue in amazement and exclaimed, "Qin Feng, your progress in the 'Ten Perfect Techniques' is truly beyond imagination."

The level of proficiency in applying even the most basic treatment and recovery techniques has already surpassed mine.

Next, only the two core applications remain: 'accelerating the compression of indestructible projections' and 'accelerating the acquisition of knowledge'.

If one can master the former, one can be considered to have achieved great success;
Mastering the latter will bring you to perfection.

Sun Chantang shook his head, a bitter smile on his face: "It took me ten thousand years to hone this unique skill through countless missions and battles."

"How long have you been cultivating? Less than a thousand years, and you've already touched the threshold of mastery."

"Comparing yourself to others is truly infuriating."

Upon hearing this, Qin Feng had a sudden thought and subconsciously wanted to check the "Heaven Rewards Diligence" panel that he hadn't paid attention to for a long time, to see just how proficient he had become in the "Perfect Hand".

However, he forcibly cut off the thought as soon as it arose.

No.

Having been misled by the pages of the book last time, he has come to realize that the source of this "golden finger" is likely to be inextricably linked to that chaotic evil god.

One must gradually reduce, and eventually break free from, dependence on it; otherwise, it may become the most fatal flaw on the path of martial arts in the future.

Just as Qin Feng's mind was in turmoil, a page from the "Book of Treachery and Wonders," made of Tianyan Alloy, began to vibrate slightly deep within his mind.

A gentle, wise voice, like that of a patient and encouraging teacher, quietly rang out:

"Qin Feng, why resist so much? The saying 'Heaven rewards diligence' itself represents the ultimate truth of the universe—effort will bring rewards."

"That panel is simply a way of visually representing every bit of your effort and every drop of sweat in the most intuitive way."

It is a tool, a tool that helps you to understand yourself more clearly and plan your path.

Tools themselves are neither good nor evil; you don't need to fear them or even reject them.

"..."

Qin Feng remained expressionless, ignoring the voice in his mind. His martial will had long been tempered into an unyielding rock by the blood and fire of the Genius Battle, and this level of bewitching could not sway him in the slightest.

Seeing that Qin Feng remained unmoved, the pages of the book vibrated once more before falling silent, as if it had never made a sound.

Not long after, the bathroom door was pushed open.

A completely transformed young man, Qin Dahai, emerged. He had changed into a clean training uniform, and his previous weakness and sickly appearance had vanished, replaced by a vibrant and healthy aura.

His eyes were bright and piercing, and every cell in his body seemed to be cheering with joy.

"Thank you for your kindness, senior!"

He bowed deeply to Qin Feng once again, performing a martial artist's grand salute.

"Are you from the Silver Gull Community?"

Qin Feng asked casually.

"No, senior,"

The boy quickly replied, his tone filled with respect, "I'm from Beixin Community."

"Beixin Community?"

Qin Feng was slightly surprised. "That place isn't close to Yin'ou Community, so why would you specifically come to this Extreme Martial Arts Gym?"

"I found this post on the subspace network!"

The boy excitedly explained, "The post said that the top strategist from our Morning Star also suffered from a hidden injury, which was cured at the Extreme Martial Arts Gym in the Silver Gull Community! I... I have a similar problem, so my dad pooled his money and brought me here to try my luck."

At this point, the boy's cheeks flushed with excitement: "I never imagined that I would not only actually meet Master Sun, but also... and meet you, senior! My hidden injuries are all healed, and I can now cultivate like a normal person!"

"Who is your father?"

Upon hearing this, Qin Feng felt a slight ripple in his heart.

“My dad is a ship repair technician. He himself is only a first-level martial artist, but he won’t let me go to a technical school. He says I must pursue the path of martial arts.”

The boy's words were simple, yet they revealed the expectations and hardships his family had endured.

Upon hearing this, Qin Feng smiled, a gentle smile in his eyes.

He seemed to see a microcosm of countless families at the bottom of the empire, and also a reflection of his own father back then.

"Then go for it!"

He patted the boy on the shoulder, "Strive to get into Wudao High School, and don't let your father down."

"Yes! I will definitely try my best, senior!"

The boy nodded vigorously, his eyes blazing with an unprecedented fire.

"Go."

Qin Feng waved his hand.

After bowing respectfully once more, the young man turned and strode away, his figure disappearing at the end of the martial arts room, filled with boundless anticipation for the future.

"Ding dong."

Just then, Qin Feng's personal terminal beeped with a notification, and a transfer message popped up: 10,000 Imperial Coins have been credited to his account.

He looked at Sun Chantang in surprise.

"Since you did the work, the reward is naturally yours; that's the rule."

Sun Chantang smiled slightly and said matter-of-factly.

Qin Feng accepted the money without hesitation.

He watched the boy's disappearing figure, remained silent for a moment, and then suddenly asked, "Master, do you think martial artists are really reincarnated after they die?"

This question had been buried deep in his heart ever since his father passed away.

The cunning book had once used this as bait, but now he wanted to get a real answer from a trustworthy senior.

Sun Chantang's smile faded slightly. After a moment's thought, he replied seriously, "Yes and no."

"For ordinary warriors below the planetary level, and for the trillions upon trillions of ordinary humans within the empire's territory, death means that their souls will return to the Golden Throne."

Sun Chantang's tone was filled with deep awe: "Under the protection of the Emperor's supreme power, their souls will not be lost in the perilous subspace, nor will they become playthings of evil gods or alien races."

The Golden Throne will erase their memories, purify their souls, and then, after a long cycle of reincarnation, cast them back into the real universe as a new generation of humans.

This is similar to what people commonly understand as reincarnation.

"This is a great undertaking created by the Emperor for our human race, a supreme achievement."

It is precisely for this reason that, over countless years, even the offspring of ordinary people have a certain chance of awakening a remarkable talent for spiritual power.

This is the Emperor's grace, extending to every human being.

Upon hearing this, Qin Feng's expression hardened, and he was deeply shocked.

He understood the horrors of the warp better than anyone else, and he also understood the greatness of this undertaking.

Without the Golden Throne, without a Human Emperor, and without the "subspace sanctuary" created by human powerhouses, the death of humanity would be an eternal tragedy.

The best fate for the souls of the dead is to be completely annihilated, but more often than not, they become eternal playthings of the Chaos God, howling in endless torment.

"but,"

Sun Chantang changed the subject and continued, "Although the essence of the soul is continued in this kind of reincarnation, the person who was once there no longer exists."

All memories, emotions, and experiences will be completely erased.

In this world, no two leaves are exactly alike.

Moreover, such a complete cycle of soul reincarnation often takes tens of thousands of years or even longer.

Qin Feng finally understood.

The last glimmer of hope in his heart vanished.

The boy named Qin Dahai was not the reincarnation of his father; it was merely a coincidence of names and a reenactment of a similar experience.

His father's soul may have already returned to the Golden Throne, awaiting rebirth in that long cycle of reincarnation, but the independent individual who belonged to "Qin Feng's father" has passed away forever.

"As for martial artists at the planetary level and above..."

Sun Chantang's expression turned serious: "People like us have our spirit and soul deeply bound to our immortal projection and our own path of martial arts."

Once the body dies, it is a true demise of the body and the Dao; the soul, along with the foundation of the Dao, completely disintegrates, transforming into the purest energy and dissipating into the universe, with no possibility of reincarnation.

He paused, then added, "Speaking of which, the main way human races reproduce these days is still through natural reproduction by martial artists or ordinary people below the planetary level."

Martial artists of our level have such high life levels that it is very difficult for them to have natural offspring.

In addition, the Empire's larger-scale activity was the cultivation of artificial humans.

These genetically optimized 'canned humans' born in incubation chambers are far more numerous than those produced naturally... These artificial humans can also be replicated and cloned by recycling broken singularities, broken phantoms, etc., and even their memories can be preserved. But as mentioned before, once the memories are grafted, the person is no longer the same person.

It is precisely because of this reproduction and inheritance that ordinary people are actually an important part of the empire. That is why I hate certain bloody, brutal, and martial-obsessed warbands. They treat ordinary people like ants, without any humanity.

"Our Ultramarines Legion is probably the most humane one."

"I see."

Qin Feng nodded slowly, memorizing these secrets concerning the very foundation of the empire and martial artists.

Afterwards, he chatted with Sun Chantang about his experiences and precautions on the battlefield of ten thousand races, and before he knew it, more than an hour had passed.

Finally, Qin Feng got up and took his leave.

"Master, I should go now."

"Go ahead,"

Sun Chantang stood up and looked at him solemnly, "On the battlefield of all races, crisis and opportunity coexist. Be careful in everything you do. Remember, only by living can you have a future."

"I see."

Qin Feng and Sun Chantang exchanged a glance, both seeing the expectation and blessing in each other's eyes.

After leaving the Extreme Martial Arts Academy, Qin Feng did not go straight home.

He appeared silently above Qiming First Martial Arts High School via subspace teleportation.

He didn't show himself or disturb anyone; he simply stood like a ghostly observer, quietly looking down at the familiar campus below.

He saw his juniors sweating profusely, he saw the gravity chamber where he had studied diligently years ago, and he saw the boulder engraved with the school motto.

Everything is still the same as I remember, yet it seems that everything has changed.

There was no one he knew here anymore.

After pausing for a moment, Qin Feng's figure quietly disappeared.

Finally, he returned to his home in the Silver Gull community.

This house, which holds all the joys and sorrows of his childhood, still remains as it was when his father was alive.

Qin Feng neither cultivated nor pondered anything about martial arts.

He went into his bedroom, lay down on the slightly cramped bed, and closed his eyes.

He slept soundly and felt refreshed, as if he had let go of the last trace of worries and worldly ties.

When he opened his eyes again, it was already bright outside the window.

With a perfect understanding of the Tao, the path ahead is clear.

Qin Feng stood up and walked to the center of the living room.

He retrieved the teleportation beacon bestowed by the Nine Spirits King from the subspace storage unit.

The beacon is made entirely of an unknown silver metal, with an ancient design and inscribed with extremely intricate spatial patterns.

Qin Feng infused his mental energy into it, and the core of the beacon was instantly activated, unfolding a three-dimensional star map in front of him.

Countless points of light flickered on the map, each representing a human stronghold on the battlefield of all races.

Without the slightest hesitation, his gaze precisely locked onto one of the dazzling, enormous points of light.

[Target selected: War Zone 1300 - Devouring Sky Universe City]

[Calibrling spatial coordinates...]

[Calibration complete, subspace route open...]

[Teleportation will begin in three seconds. Please prepare.] Accompanied by the mechanical notification from the terminal, silver ripples spread out from beneath Qin Feng's feet.

The light grew brighter and brighter, eventually transforming into a pillar of light that reached the heavens, completely enveloping him.

The light flickered, and when everything subsided, the room was empty, leaving only faint spatial fluctuations.

……

When Qin Feng's consciousness re-condensed from the ripples of spatial transmission and he opened his eyes again, the scene before him stirred up a monstrous wave in his Dao heart, which had been as firm as a rock after a thousand years of arduous cultivation.

He found himself suspended in a magnificent yet deathly silent vacuum of space.

Before me lay a colossal city whose magnificence defies description in any known language.

This city is not built on any planet or continental shelf, but stretches directly across the universe, as if it were a miraculous creation that existed since the beginning of the universe.

Its walls were not made of simple rock or metal. Qin Feng carefully examined them with his galaxy-level spiritual power and was shocked to discover that the “bricks” that made up the boundless walls were actually stars and planets of all sizes that had been imprisoned and refined by supreme power!
These stars have extinguished their own light and heat, transforming into the most basic building units, yet their surfaces are imprinted with countless dense and mysterious runes.

These runes are interconnected, forming layer upon layer of complex array structures that are so intricate they make one's scalp crawl.

With just a glance of his mental energy, Qin Feng felt the massive flow of information, surging like a stellar explosion, making his indestructible tower hum and tremble, as if it might collapse at any moment due to information overload.

He immediately withdrew his mental energy, no longer daring to probe recklessly.

This colossal city is like a massive scar across the galaxy, or an ancient beast lurking in the dark depths of space, silently proclaiming the supreme majesty and terrifying power of its master.

Compared to it, any city Qin Feng had ever seen before, including behemoths like Canaan, seemed as insignificant as dust.

"The Devouring Universe City..."

Qin Feng muttered to himself, the shock in his heart lingering for a long time.

To enter this giant city, one must pass through a nearly transparent protective light shield that covers the entire city.

The light shield appeared thin, yet it gave Qin Feng a feeling of indestructibility, emanating a vast, majestic, and all-consuming aura.

Following the guidance of his senior brother, Huo Linhou, Qin Feng slowly flew towards the light barrier.

The moment his body touched the light shield, an overwhelming will descended upon him.

It was a pure, majestic gaze devoid of any emotion, as if a supreme deity were scrutinizing a mere ant.

Faced with this will, Qin Feng felt that all his secrets were laid bare, from his soul to his body, from the past to the future, all were clearly seen.

He understood that this must be a trace of spiritual imprint left by his master, the "Devouring King," to distinguish friend from foe.

Qin Feng did not resist, but instead completely relaxed his mind and calmly accepted the test of this will.

A moment later, the imposing gaze slowly faded, and the protective light shield in front of him melted like ice and snow, opening a path for him.

Qin Feng took a deep breath, passed through the light barrier, and officially stepped into this supreme divine city belonging to a King-level expert.

Once inside the city, Qin Feng truly understood the meaning of the phrase "a hidden paradise".

The city's interior is far more expansive than it appears from the outside; it's practically an independent universe.

In some areas, the foundation for floating in space was indeed paved with special alloys and divine stones, upon which were built magnificent buildings of various functions, including densely packed markets, training grounds, martial arts rooms, and more.

But these are only a tiny, insignificant part of this cosmic city.

In other areas, there are all sorts of unimaginable and wondrous sights.

Qin Feng saw a "stone forest" composed of hundreds and thousands of top-level enlightenment stone tablets, each exuding a different martial arts essence;
There was a giant stone tablet that stretched straight to the sky, seemingly about to pierce through the universe. The murderous aura emanating from it made Qin Feng's heart pound with fear.

A vast, boundless deep sea floats in the starry sky, with the energy phantoms of various celestial beasts swimming in it;

Furthermore, hundreds of millions of stars are cleverly arranged and combined to form a super array covering several star regions, continuously providing energy to the entire city.

In addition, there are towering pagodas reaching into the clouds, ancient bells that have tolled for eternity, and ancient cauldrons that seem capable of suppressing everything...

All sorts of wondrous sights unfolded before his eyes like a mythological scroll.

At the same time, he also saw a huge, technologically advanced mechanical platform, a heavily guarded space fortress, and the "Prison of All Races" that imprisoned all sorts of strange creatures.

Qin Feng carefully spread his spiritual power, but no matter how far he extended it, he could not sense the boundary of this Devouring Universe City.

He estimated that the area he could perceive was probably less than one percent of the entire city.

Even this one percent of the area contained a wealth of resources and energy that far exceeded his imagination.

"Is this... the work of a King-level expert?"

Qin Feng was deeply shocked, gaining a more intuitive and profound understanding of the higher levels of the path of martial arts.

He didn't choose to wander around recklessly, after all, there were many powerful people here and many rules, and he could easily get into trouble if he wasn't careful.

He opened the subspace network terminal and sent a message to his senior brother, Huo Linhou.

[Qin Feng]: Senior Brother, I have arrived at the Devouring Heaven Universe City.

The message was replied to almost instantly after it was sent.

[Fire Kirin Marquis]: Alright, come to the City Lord's Mansion.

I have sent you the map of the Cosmic City. Note that warp teleportation cannot be used in the Battlefield of All Races.

However, teleportation arrays are set up throughout the city, allowing for point-to-point teleportation, which is free within the city.

Qin Feng: Understood.

Qin Feng received the map sent by Huo Linhou. It was an incredibly detailed 3D star map, marking hundreds of millions of locations.

He quickly located his position and locked onto the nearest teleportation array. Then, his figure transformed into a streak of light and flew towards his destination.

Even while flying within the city, Qin Feng felt immense spatial resistance, and his speed was far slower than in the outside universe, clearly indicating that the space here had undergone special reinforcement.

A few minutes later, he arrived at the platform where the teleportation array was located.

When he saw the scene before him, his emotions, which had just calmed down, were once again overwhelmed by immense shock.

On a huge circular platform made of an unknown metal, people were thronging around, shoulder to shoulder.

A large number of warriors wearing various types of power armor came and went here, their auras colliding and forming a terrifying energy storm.

What made Qin Feng's scalp tingle was that here, his star system-level cultivation, which was enough to make him stand out among the geniuses of his generation, seemed so insignificant.

Looking around, he could hardly see any galaxy-level martial artists. The vast majority of those moving around here were black hole-level powerhouses! The aura emanating from them was either restrained and profound or domineering and fiery, each of them bringing him tremendous pressure.

What alarmed him even more was that he sensed several terrifying auras far exceeding those of black holes!
The mere presence of those martial artists seemed to distort the surrounding space. Their casual glances swept across the area, like mountains bearing down on Qin Feng, making him feel his indestructible tower tremble slightly.

"Domain Lord level... This is the legendary Domain Lord level powerhouse!"

Qin Feng was horrified.

That aura, even if it was just a trace unconsciously leaked out, made him feel that his insignificant spiritual power could be crushed into dust at any moment.

He finally understood why this place was called the front line of the battlefield of all races, the bridgehead of the human empire.

This place is a gathering of the elites and strongmen accumulated by the human race over countless millennia.

He did a rough calculation.

The human race has a vast territory, and the Cosmic Genius Battle, held once every five hundred years, produces hundreds of top geniuses each time.

Even if only a portion of them choose to come to the battlefield of all races, over time, it will still amount to an astonishing number.

Not to mention those strong individuals who did not participate in the Genius Battle but grew up within various battle groups, a considerable number of them would choose to come here to seek opportunities for breakthroughs after advancing to the Black Hole level.

Black hole-level martial artists have extremely long lifespans, and it is common for it to take millions of years or even longer to break through from the black hole level to the domain lord level.

Over such a long period of time, the number of warriors accumulated by the human race in the battlefield of all races is absolutely astronomical.

No wonder this Devouring Universe City needed to be built so vast and boundless to accommodate so many powerful beings.

Qin Feng composed himself, suppressed his shock, and followed the crowd into the teleportation array.

Inside the teleportation array, the ground and walls were covered with runes that were more complex and mysterious than those seen on the city walls before.

As the teleportation array was activated, the runes lit up one by one, and the immense spiritual energy began to arrange and combine in an incomprehensible way, eventually unleashing a power that tore through space.

Standing in the spatial teleportation channel, Qin Feng did not close his eyes to rest as usual. Instead, he opened his eyes wide and fully activated his immortal tower, which had turned into pure gold, to observe and analyze the rapidly flowing runes around him.

"This is not warp teleportation..."

He immediately concluded, "This is an unparalleled power that, through the precise combination of billions of spiritual and psionic runes, forcibly tears space in the dimensions of the real universe to establish a stable point-to-point channel."

He instantly grasped the key point.

Within the human territory, the warp is suppressed by the Emperor's supreme power, forming a relatively safe "pure land," making warp travel and teleportation the most efficient and safest methods.

However, in the battlefield of all races, the warp is the home of the Chaos God and other alien gods, and is full of unknowns and dangers.

In this environment, directly tearing through real space for teleportation, although the difficulty of construction and energy consumption increase exponentially, is undoubtedly a safer and more reliable option.

"My thinking ability has improved tremendously since the Undying Tower turned completely golden and advanced to the galaxy level..."

A sudden realization dawned on Qin Feng.

In the past, he would have been dazzled by these mysterious runes and would have been completely unable to understand them.

But now, with his galaxy-level mental power, he was able to barely grasp the trajectory of these runes' operation, and even begin to analyze the compositional principles of the most basic runes.

"If I'm willing to spend enough time here analyzing and deducing the runes in the teleportation array, perhaps... after tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of years, I'll be able to grasp the basics of how this teleportation array is constructed."

"Is this the secret of knowledge?"

Qin Feng was filled with mixed emotions.

Martial arts training is not just about increasing physical strength. When one's mental strength reaches a certain level, it becomes possible to learn and master the fundamental laws and knowledge of the universe.

Just then, the pages of Treachery that had been dormant in his mind for some time spoke up again.

This time, the voice was no longer seductive, but rather sounded like a learned teacher discussing something with him.

"That's right, Qin Feng."

"This is the mystery of knowledge. Everything in the universe, whether it's spatial teleportation or the annihilation of matter, follows rigorous laws and a system of knowledge."

As long as you are willing to learn patiently, like conquering a difficult martial arts challenge, tackling one knowledge point after another, learning its theoretical models, and applying them through practice, then you will be able to master this knowledge.

"Knowledge is priceless, noble, and, moreover, it is something that 'heaven rewards diligence'!"

"For 99% of the beings in the universe, once their mental energy density reaches your current level, that is, once they possess 'golden mental energy,' they will theoretically be qualified to conquer 99% of the knowledge in the universe."

All that's needed is diligence and time.

The words on the pages of the book, written by Jianqi, were like a casual chat between old friends, yet they accurately captured Qin Feng's current feelings.

Qin Feng did not respond in his mind, but deep down he agreed with what Jianqi said.

Indeed, most martial artists whose mental strength reaches the galaxy level already possess powerful thinking, logical, and computational abilities.

In theory, all knowledge in the universe is open to them.

However, some knowledge may take ten thousand years to learn, while others may take hundreds of millions of years or even longer.

As martial artists continue their training, constantly compressing the undying projection and condensing their spiritual power into a "singularity," their thinking abilities will experience an explosive increase.

At that time, knowledge that would have taken tens of thousands of years to decipher may only take a few hundred years, or even a few decades, to master.

This may also be the reason why the eldest brother, Huo Linhou, said that the path after the Domain Lord level requires relying on knowledge to improve strength.

As his thoughts raced, the teleportation array suddenly shone brightly.

The next moment, Qin Feng's figure disappeared into the teleportation array.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself at the foot of a majestic sacred mountain.

This sacred mountain is the "City Lord's Mansion" marked on the map.

It is not made of rock, but is cast from some unknown divine metal, radiating an immortal and indestructible divine light.

The entire mountain was shrouded in a surging yet terrifying aura, preventing anyone with ill intentions from approaching.

At the foot of the mountain, many powerful martial artists were coming and going, handling various matters.

Qin Feng did not linger and quickly entered the area. Following the precise coordinates given by Huo Linhou, he arrived at a mansion halfway up the sacred mountain.

Unlike the majestic and magnificent mountain, this mansion is a traditional Chinese architectural style full of ancient charm, with blue bricks and gray tiles, flying eaves and upturned corners, hidden in a lush bamboo forest, appearing exceptionally tranquil and otherworldly.

In front of the mansion, a man with red hair and red eyebrows, wearing crimson power armor, stood quietly with his hands behind his back.

His eyes were like two ever-burning, blazing stars; wherever his gaze fell, even space itself seemed to ripple.

It was none other than the eldest brother, Marquis Huolin.

"Qin Feng, you've arrived."

When Huo Linhou saw Qin Feng, a bold smile appeared on his face, and his voice was like a resounding bell, full of fervent energy.

"Big brother."

Qin Feng bowed respectfully.

"Come with me."

Huo Linhou nodded, then turned and led Qin Feng into the mansion.

Upon entering the mansion, the scene before my eyes changed once again.

This place is no longer a tranquil bamboo forest, but an endless expanse of lava and fire.

Crimson magma flowed slowly across the ground, forming rivers, while flames roared in the sky, filling the entire world with destructive heat and raging fire elemental energy.

However, under the control of Huo Linhou, these flames and lava that were powerful enough to instantly evaporate stars appeared unusually docile. They actively avoided Qin Feng, not letting him feel the slightest bit of heat or discomfort.

"This is my cultivation domain, so there's no need to feel constrained."

Lord Huolin offered a casual explanation, then his expression turned serious.

"Alright, junior brother. The final and most important step in guiding you is to help you connect with the 'Will of the Universe'."

Huo Linhou said solemnly, "Now, meditate and perceive using the same method you used to knock on the door of the subspace. But this time, the target of your imagination is no longer the subspace, but an existence that is greater, more macroscopic, and more supreme than it."

"Gradually, you will 'see' a boundless celestial book at the edge of your perception."

"This scroll of heavenly book is not a physical entity, but a collection of rules imprinted throughout the entire universe."

It seems to be the origin of all laws, and also like an invisible net covering the entire universe.

That is the 'Will of the Universe,' and the ultimate source of all missions and rewards in the Battlefield of Myriad Races.

Upon hearing this, Qin Feng took a deep breath and nodded.

He sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes, and, following Huo Linhou's guidance, began to empty his mind and elevate his consciousness infinitely.

His spiritual power pierced through this fiery domain, through the Devouring Heaven Universe City, and spread into the endless depths of space.

He no longer sought to perceive specific stars, nor heeded the whispers of the subspace, but instead pursued the fundamental laws of the universe that were mysterious and omnipresent.

After an unknown amount of time, he "saw" it in his consciousness.

It was a scene that defies description.

A "heavenly book" composed of light, laws, and information slowly unfolded, boundless and covering everything Qin Feng could perceive.

Every tiny character contains a complete universal law, complex yet harmonious.

This is the will of the universe!

The moment Qin Feng's consciousness connected with this "Heavenly Book," a panel composed of mysterious light materialized out of thin air in the void in front of him.

On the panel flowed a script he had never seen before, but when his mental energy touched it, he was able to understand its meaning instantly.

Name: Qin Feng

[Affiliation: Human Empire]

[Realm: Galaxy Level]

[Rankings: Hidden Dragon Ranking, Marquis Ranking, King Ranking, Imperial Ranking... (Can be viewed with mental power)]

(End of this chapter)