High Martial Arts: Liver Becomes the Master of the Universe

Chapter 251 Traveling the Universe, the Feathered Clan Saint! Encountering the Hidden Dragon Ranking Prodigy "Wild"

Mog's eyes burned with an undisguised fighting spirit, a fiery desire for a worthy opponent born of solitude and a yearning for a worthy adversary.

Bathed in the light emanating from the Heavenly Profound Corridor Bridge, his dark skin shone through as he spoke in a loud and sincere voice: "Qin Feng, how about we have a fight in the private domain?"

He looked at Qin Feng with a wry smile and a hint of anticipation: "To be honest, I really can't resist the urge to play."

Having lived in this Devouring Universe City for over five hundred years, I've always been a loner. Looking around, the lowest level of experts I encounter are all at the black hole level; I'm the only one at the galaxy level… I can't even find someone I can spar with freely.”

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

He could completely understand Mog's feelings; that loneliness of being surrounded by powerful figures yet utterly alone was enough to wear down the sharpness of any genius.

At the same time, a strong interest also welled up in his heart.

The previous Imperial Chief.

The title "Imperial Chief" itself represents the strongest human prodigy of a bygone era.

What exactly are the differences between chief executives?
His own strength is far ahead of his peers, but how does he compare to his predecessors who were five hundred years ahead of him and were also outstanding individuals?

This is a perfect touchstone.

"OK."

Qin Feng readily agreed, "I've also been wanting to experience the strength of the previous chief."

Before he finished speaking, he had already skillfully sent Mog a private battle invitation to the Imperial Arena on the subspace network terminal.

A glint flashed in Mog's eyes, and he agreed almost instantly.

Their consciousness was instantly pulled away and they were thrown into a vast and boundless virtual star battlefield.

In order to test real combat strength to the greatest extent, they unanimously chose the most demanding mode—not locking any mental or life force intensity, and perfectly replicating everything in reality onto this virtual battlefield.

Starlight swirled beneath their feet. A flash of light appeared in Qin Feng's hand, and a standard alloy spear materialized, its heavy body radiating a chilling killing intent.

Opposite him, Mog let out a triumphant growl, and a huge, heavy warhammer appeared in his palm, its head engraved with ancient flame patterns, exuding an explosive sense of power.

"Qin Feng, watch out!"

Mog shouted and suddenly exerted force with his feet.

He arrived like a shattered meteorite, carrying unparalleled momentum.

The warhammer in his hand did not unleash any complex moves, but in an instant, it drew upon the surrounding spirit and psychic energy, forming a blurry and viscous force field, though it was far from reaching the domain level.

Level 9 Killing Technique, Minor Success!

Although this force field has not yet solidified to the level of a "domain", it already has the rudiments of a domain. As soon as it appeared, Qin Feng felt as if the space around him had turned into a swamp, and every movement he made was subject to tremendous resistance and suppression.

The hammer hasn't struck yet, but the momentum has already arrived.

This is suppression at the level of killing technique.

Qin Feng's pupils contracted slightly, but his honed combat instincts had already reacted.

Instead of taking the hit head-on, he used a mysterious footwork, his body sliding sideways like a ghost, and thrusting his spear upwards at an incredibly tricky angle, the tip of the spear precisely aimed at Mog's wrist.

He didn't seek to injure the enemy, but only to disrupt the opponent's rhythm of building up power.

"clang!!"

The sound of metal clashing resounded in the virtual space, making one's spirit tremble.

Mog's warhammer narrowly missed Qin Feng's gun, and the force of the hammer's impact made Qin Feng's power armor buzz.

The shot Qin Feng fired was steadily blocked by the armor worn on Mog's wrist.

The two separated instantly after their first attack failed.

A hint of surprise flashed in Mog's eyes, but his fighting spirit grew even stronger.

"Quick reaction! Let's try again!"

He charged again, this time with a wild and domineering swing of his warhammer. One blow after another, relentlessly, each strike drawing upon a viscous force field that pressed towards Qin Feng from all directions.

The air was compressed, producing a burst of unbearable pressure, and the core area of ​​the entire battlefield seemed to have been transformed into Mog's hunting ground.

Qin Feng dodged, parried, and countered amidst the storm of attacks.

The standard-issue rifle in his hand seemed to have transformed into an extension of his arm.

Faced with Mogna's powerful and forceful hammer techniques, Qin Feng did not choose to confront him head-on.

His ninth-level killing technique, "Opening Heaven," is also a method that emphasizes power and momentum, but he is currently only at the entry level. He is being suppressed in terms of realm, and if he forcibly activates the killing technique to fight, he will only fall into a disadvantageous position.

However, Qin Feng's martial arts foundation cannot be summarized by a single killing technique.

Despite Mog's ferocious attacks, Qin Feng's expression grew increasingly calm.

His mental energy was highly concentrated, and he perfectly integrated the essence of the level eight killing technique "Vast Mountains" that had already reached the "mastery level" into his own marksmanship.

Each of his parries was more than just a parry; the gun itself contained a profound and weighty aura, always managing to deflect the immense force transmitted from the warhammer at just the right moment.

Every counterattack he launched was incredibly precise; the tip of his spear always pierced the weakest point in the Mog force field, like a steel needle constantly poking at that seemingly impenetrable force field.

This is an extreme form of efficiency, a manifestation of utilizing one's own strength to its fullest potential.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

The battle was raging, and in the blink of an eye, it had already gone through hundreds of rounds.

Mog grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed.

He could clearly sense that Qin Feng's killing technique was indeed inferior to his own; Qin Feng's spiritual energy field was thin and loose, completely unable to compete with his own "minor achievement" level energy field.

Logically speaking, he should have been able to completely overwhelm his opponent within ten moves by leveraging his superior cultivation level.

But the reality is that no matter how fierce his attacks are, Qin Feng is always like a rock in the water, seemingly teetering on the brink of collapse, yet always standing firm.

What Mog found even more incredible was that with each clash of weapons, he could feel the recoil force from the opponent's gun getting stronger and heavier!

"how is this possible?"

A storm raged in Mog's heart. "His mental strength and vitality... seem to be even higher than mine?"

The thought struck him as unbelievable.

He had entered the star system level a full five hundred years earlier than Qin Feng. In these five hundred years, although his cultivation speed was not top-notch, he had been methodical and never slacked off.

Whether it's the tempering of mental strength or the nurturing of vitality, it's far beyond what a newcomer who has just been promoted to the galaxy level for a little over a year can compare to.

But the facts are before our eyes.

In every head-on collision, Qin Feng's body remained as steady as Mount Tai, while Qin Feng himself, after hundreds of high-intensity exchanges, began to feel a slight soreness and numbness in his body.

Just as Mog wavered, Qin Feng shrewdly seized the opportunity.

"break!"

Qin Feng gave a low shout, no longer focusing solely on defense.

His internal energy and spiritual power erupted in an unprecedented way, and the beginner-level "Opening Heaven" killing technique and the "Vast Mountains" artistic conception of the master realm were forcibly combined by him at this moment.

The spear in his hand was no longer agile, but became simple and unadorned. When he thrust it out, it seemed to push an entire invisible, vast, divine mountain, with a decisive and domineering force like the creation of the world, and crashed into Mog's warhammer.

boom--! ! !
This time, it was no longer the crisp clang of metal against metal, but a deafening roar that was utterly muffled.

The mental-spiritual energy field that Moglai used to suppress Qin Feng was torn apart and pierced through instantly like paper in the face of this terrifying power that combined the essence of two killing techniques!
Mog himself was forced to retreat by this overwhelming force, wielding his warhammer to hoe the ground, carving deep furrows in the virtual starry sky before he could barely regain his footing.

In contrast, Qin Feng was also thrown back several steps by the enormous recoil, but his hand holding the gun remained steady.

The two faced each other from a distance, their breathing slightly disordered.

This attack resulted in a near-even contest!
At this point in the battle, victory or defeat is no longer of any significance.

Mog looked at Qin Feng, who remained calm in the distance, his face filled with utter shock.

The virtual battlefield vanished in the next instant, and the two consciousnesses returned to reality at the same time, still standing outside the Tianxuan Corridor Bridge.

Mog let out a long, complex breath. He looked at Qin Feng and said with a wry smile, "Qin Feng, your strength... is actually comparable to mine, or even a step above."

I thought that with five hundred years of accumulated experience, I could easily defeat you.

He shook his head, his tone filled with emotion: "Even among the top performers, there are differences... I understand now."

Qin Feng calmed his breathing and humbly cupped his hands in greeting: "Just lucky, just lucky."

He spoke politely, but his mind was perfectly clear.

This battle gave him the most direct and clear understanding of his current strength.

In terms of killing techniques, he was indeed far behind Mog, that was a fact.

However, his own mental strength and vitality, the two most crucial hardware indicators, had actually surpassed those of this senior chief who had cultivated for over five hundred years.

There is only one reason.

Qin Feng's hand unconsciously brushed across his waist, where four hideous and twisted skulls of the Chosen Ones of Chaos hung, emanating a faint, chilling aura.

Chaos Buster!

This is his biggest trump card and what makes him unique.

"The increase in strength brought about by merely killing three Chosen Chaos Gods is so considerable..."

Qin Feng's mind raced. "This improvement actually allowed me to completely close the five-hundred-year gap in cultivation between myself and the previous chief."

At this moment, Qin Feng had a clearer vision of his future path.

The battlefield of all races is fraught with danger, but for him, those chaotic believers, demons, and chosen ones will be walking "experience packs" and "resource pools".

If you encounter it, kill it!
"As for those true, black hole-level Chaos Demons..."

Qin Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, but he quickly regained his composure. "That's not prey I can covet right now. I have to take it one step at a time."

Mog, who was opposite Qin Feng, had no idea what Qin Feng was thinking. He simply sighed sincerely, "There are always people better than you, and there is always something beyond your understanding."

Arriving at this battlefield of myriad races, I truly understood that the so-called chief is only a temporary chief.

If we were in the same year... forget about being the top student, I doubt we'd even make the top three.

His words contained no jealousy, only recognition and admiration for absolute strength.

"Brother Mog, there's no need to belittle yourself."

Seeing this, Qin Feng smiled gently and comforted him, "The reason why you and I are so concerned about the gap of several hundred years is simply because we are progressing too fast."

Looking across the entire battlefield of myriad races, there are many predecessors who are black holes in the hierarchy, unable to advance to the level of domain lord even after millions of years.

The combined years of cultivation between us haven't exceeded three thousand years, have they? The road ahead is still long, but a steadfast heart for the Dao is the foundation of everything.

Qin Feng's words were calm yet powerful, like a clear spring that instantly soothed the turmoil in Moge's heart.

Mog paused for a moment, then nodded emphatically, the disappointment in his eyes vanishing as his fighting spirit rekindled: "Yes, you're right! I was too attached to appearances. Thank you!"

He grinned, revealing a bright smile: "I'm going to cultivate! I'll try to pass the first level of the Heavenly Profound Corridor Bridge within a thousand years! I heard that after passing it, you can get some decent cultivation resources left behind by the Devouring King."

"mutual encouragement."

Qin Feng nodded and said, "I plan to explore the Cosmic City a bit more to familiarize myself with it before heading out to explore."

"Alright! Until we meet again!"

"See you later."

After parting ways with Mog, Qin Feng did not rush to leave.

Following the map's directions, he used the teleportation array to quickly travel to several other training grounds within the Cosmic City that were open to galaxy-level martial artists.

He went to a place called "Washing Pool".

It was a strange pool of water composed of liquid spiritual energy. Martial artists could immerse their equipment in it and use the power of the water to accelerate the breaking of the spiritual energy restrictions inside the equipment, thereby speeding up the refining process.

This is quite useful to Qin Feng, allowing him to master the full power of the Crimson Gold Wings more quickly.

However, Qin Feng is currently only at the galaxy level. Even with the acceleration effect, it would still take an astronomical amount of time to completely refine the Crimson Gold Wings.

In addition, the other thousands of training grounds, such as the Devouring Heaven Enlightenment Stele we saw at the beginning, and various secret realms containing fragments of laws, all have clear "black hole-level" entry thresholds.

Standing before a magnificent building called the "Furnace of Myriad Laws," Qin Feng felt the terrifying fluctuations of laws emanating from it, enough to cause even a galaxy-level martial artist to mentally collapse. A sense of urgency arose in his heart once again.

Galaxy-level is still too poor here.

Even for the top rank in the empire, even if their combat power far surpasses that of others of the same level, the gap in their cultivation level is still an insurmountable chasm.

Realizing this, Qin Feng stopped lingering in these "black hole-level" cultivation holy sites.

He used the teleportation array to arrive directly at the "ground" area of ​​the Devouring Sky Universe City.

Unlike the sacred mountains, enlightenment steles, and covered bridges that float in the void of the universe, the scenery here gave Qin Feng a sense of long-lost familiarity.

Beneath my feet lies a solid alloy ground, and above me, a simulated blue sky and white clouds.

Skyscrapers rise from the ground, with various anti-gravity aircraft shuttling between them.

The streets were bustling with people, including martial artists in a hurry and a large number of ordinary people with peaceful demeanor.

Markets, restaurants, martial arts studios, martial arts schools... there are even martial arts high schools and junior high schools.

This place is like a super metropolitan area built inside a cosmic city, magnified to the extreme.

Qin Feng knew that most of the ordinary people living here were the descendants of those powerful martial artists when they were young. After countless generations, they had formed a huge and stable social structure.

He randomly picked a tavern that looked quite lively and went inside.

The tavern was bustling with noise, and the air was filled with the aroma of food and various kinds of alcohol.

Qin Feng ordered a dish recommended on the menu, made from the flesh and blood of some kind of alien beast. While savoring the unique flavor from another planet, he brought up the vast star map given to him by his senior brother, Huo Linhou, on his terminal.

The immense mental power, like invisible tentacles, rapidly browsed the star map while connecting to the private forum of the Devouring Heaven Universe City. A massive flow of information was being processed, filtered, and integrated in his mind at lightning speed.

He needed to plan the most efficient and reasonable training path for his first journey on the battlefield of all races.

"Um……"

Qin Feng's gaze moved across the star map, each flashing dot representing a different location and piece of information.

"To plan the route, we must connect three core objectives. First, the mission entrusted by Master Sun Chantang: to go to the 'Thunder Sea' to rescue his old friend and his descendant; second, the cosmic artifact that is about to be born, also provided by Master Sun; and third, resource points along the way that are suitable for my current strength."

"The coordinates of the Thunder Sea have been determined. As for the location of the cosmic artifact, it is even farther away than the Thunder Sea, but... good, they are roughly in the same direction, which will save a lot of travel time."

"So, the next step is to fill the 'meat' along the route."

Qin Feng's mental energy rapidly searched the forum.

"There are several marked resource points between Devouring Sky Universe City and Thunder Phase Sea... Got it!"

His gaze settled on a place called "Gu Luo Wang Xu".

The forum posts provide a detailed account of this place: "The Ruins of the Ancient Luo King are said to be the place where the 'Ancient Luo King,' a powerful king-level expert of the Feather Clan, fell 13,000 years ago."

The king suddenly perished for unknown reasons, leaving behind only a perfectly preserved royal palace in the void.

The royal palace is protected by natural spatial and temporal turbulence, while the interior is filled with restrictions set up by the ancient King Luo during his lifetime.

Danger and opportunity coexist. Some powerful beings at the level of a black hole have ventured deep within, obtaining secret techniques and treasures left behind by the Feathered Clan kings; others have perished within the restrictions.

"The Feathered Clan...the palace of a King-level expert..."

A glint of light flashed in Qin Feng's eyes. "The difficulty rating is 'hard,' which is perfect for me right now. And the location happens to be right on my only way."

In the blink of an eye, a clear roadmap had been constructed in Qin Feng's mind.

First, leave the Devouring Heaven Universe City, traverse the void with your physical body, and head to the "Ancient Luo King Ruins" to explore opportunities and acquire resources.

Second, leave Wangxu and continue deeper into the cosmic perilous land of "Leixiang Mountain" to find the descendants of Sun Chantang, the master of the temple.

Third, after a successful rescue, use the Imperial teleportation beacon to safely transport them to their destination, "Thunder Cosmic City".

This step saves you the trouble of escorting them yourself and is the most efficient.

After resolving his worries, he would set off from Lei Xianghai at full speed to the coordinates where the cosmic wonder had appeared, to seize that incredible opportunity!

"Perfect."

Qin Feng saved the planned route map into the terminal, and then drank the last sip of energy drink in his cup.

He stood up, paid the bill, and walked straight out of the tavern without any hesitation.

Upon arriving at the airport on the edge of the space city, Qin Feng did not choose any mode of transportation.

The "Crimson Gold Wings" are black hole-level equipment. Activating them consumes a huge amount of resources and are meant to be used as a trump card for escaping in critical moments. They are not suitable for long-distance travel.

He simply activated the blue-gold power armor he was wearing, which he named "Limit".

Accompanied by a slight mechanical sound, a ferocious yet ornate suit of armor covered the entire body, the helmet closed, leaving only a pair of visors shimmering with a pale blue light.

He took a step forward, his figure transforming into a streak of light, soaring into the sky, and amidst the astonished gazes of countless people, he passed straight through the massive protective light shield that enveloped everything in the Devouring Sky Universe City.

The moment you pass through the light shield, the cold, deathly, and dark atmosphere of the universe outside hits you.

There was no air, no sound, only endless solitude and the faint light cast by distant stars.

Qin Feng hovered in the vast void, glanced back at the magnificent cosmic city behind him that resembled a miracle, then resolutely turned around and determined the direction on the star map.

The next moment, the power backpack on his back, activated by Qin Feng's mental power, emitted a pale blue flame.

Although its speed is not as fast as the Crimson Gold Wings, it can still increase Qin Feng's speed by about 30%.

Immediately afterwards, Qin Feng, like a precisely guided meteor, streaked into the depths of that boundless sea of ​​stars.

The deep space of the universe is not absolute darkness and nothingness.

But when Qin Feng was actually there, he felt a loneliness and vastness that were indescribable.

His figure transformed into an almost imperceptible streak of light amidst the sea of ​​stars, moving at a terrifying speed approaching two-thirds the speed of light.

However, on the cosmic scale where "light-years" are the basic unit, such a speed still seems incredibly small.

"Traveling through an ordinary spiral arm galaxy at the speed of light would take tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of years..."

Qin Feng silently calculated in his mind, and a sense of awe, stemming from the individual life's instinct for the macroscopic scale, arose spontaneously. "My speed is still too slow."

This realization did not discourage him; on the contrary, it strengthened his resolve to move forward.

"It must be upgraded to the black hole level as soon as possible."

He secretly made up his mind: "Only when I reach that level will I be qualified to delve into the mysteries of space."

If one could master the knowledge of constructing directional teleportation arrays independently, then mobility on the battlefield of myriad races would undergo a qualitative change. He recalled the teachings of his senior brother, Huo Linhou, and the scenes he had witnessed in the Devouring Sky Universe City, and understood even more why high-level martial artists cherished their lives so much and tried their best to avoid physical annihilation in battle.

Time cost is an expensive expense that every powerful individual venturing into the universe must calculate.

Once someone falls into deep space far from their base, the time it takes for their consciousness to return, their body to be rebuilt, and for them to travel back to their original exploration area could be hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of years.

"Spatial knowledge must be learned systematically in the future."

The thought flashed through his mind and was immediately imprinted on his mind, becoming a clear to-do item on his path of martial arts.

The journey was tedious, but for Qin Feng, the tedium meant the most efficient environment for cultivation.

He had long been accustomed to squeezing every minute and second out of value.

While maintaining high-speed travel, his mind was immersed in two different aspects.

Firstly, it is about learning.

The universe is not a vacuum; it is filled with chaotic and powerful fields of spiritual energy and mental energy. These are the afterglow of dying stars, the rhythm of nebulous matter, and the ancient ripples left over from the Big Bang.

Qin Feng slightly extended his Undying Tower outwards, like an invisible magnetic mountain, greedily capturing these free and purest natural energies, transforming them into meager nutrients to enhance his own spiritual power density.

A little makes a lot, and sand makes a tower.

Secondly, it is about understanding.

He devoted most of his attention to the vast knowledge system of "The Perfect Hand," focusing primarily on the chapter on "Accelerating the Compression of the Undying Projection."

This part of the knowledge is extremely profound, involving many advanced fields such as the nature of spiritual power, energy structure, and spatial collapse.

Every single point of knowledge requires his galaxy-level thinking ability to operate at full capacity, conducting billions of deductions and simulations.

And so, time quietly slipped away between solitary voyages and the ultimate practice.

Ten years later, a strange star field appeared at the edge of Qin Feng's vision.

It was a planet firmly locked in place by the star's gravity. It had lost the ability to rotate and would always have only one side facing that blazing star, while the other side was eternally mired in deep darkness and cold.

Light and darkness form the most extreme division on this planet.

"The Shadow Clan's life-bearing planet."

Qin Feng scanned the area with his spiritual power and immediately found the corresponding information in the Encyclopedia of Myriad Races provided by the Empire.

The Shadow Clan, a race born to be associated with darkness.

For them, light is poison, a curse that weakens them.

Only those Shadow Clan powerhouses who have broken through the shackles of life and ascended to the planetary level can barely withstand the light and heat of a star.

The vast majority of the race spend their entire lives on the eternally shadowed side of the planet.

Without the slightest hesitation, Qin Feng concealed himself and silently merged into the endless darkness.

Darkness is the Shadow Clan's home ground, but it cannot become an obstacle for Qin Feng.

The spiritual power emanating from his immortal tower, which had transformed into pure gold, spread silently across every inch of land, like mercury spilling onto the ground.

In this pitch-black world, his perception was clearer than any eye.

The landscape here is bizarre and magnificent, devoid of vegetation, except for vast swathes of crystalline forests that absorb cosmic radiation and geothermal heat, shimmering with a ghostly blue light.

The Shadowfolk live in these crystal-formed cities and nests. Their bodies seem to be made of pure shadows, allowing them to blend into any shadow at will and move silently.

But all of this was exposed under Qin Feng's mental scan.

He transformed into the most elite hunter in the darkness, acting with efficiency and lethality.

His goal was clear—to seize the resources needed for the Shadow Clan's cultivation.

These resources are usually crystals containing special shadow energy, or soul cores condensed from the power of the Shadow Clan themselves.

The battle began silently and ended silently.

Often, a golden spear beam tears through the darkness, precisely piercing a Shadow Clan powerhouse hidden in the shadows, annihilating them completely before they can even react.

Qin Feng didn't even bother to use any killing techniques; his pure power and speed at the galaxy level were enough to crush the Shadow Clan on this planet.

He moved like a ghost through the dark city-states, precisely reaping the lives of Shadow Clan members whose strength reached the stellar level.
When the Queen had collected enough Shadow Cores, she quietly departed, leaving no legends on the planet, only taking with her the Shadow Clan's thousands of years of accumulation and endless fear.

The journey continues.

Another decade or so has passed in the blink of an eye.

This time, Qin Feng encountered an even more shocking scene.

An entire star system was turned into a breeding ground for the Zerg.

The surfaces of several planets are covered by thick, writhing fungal carpets, and enormous fleshy tubes connect the planets to the void. Billions of insectoid units, like locusts, are swarming across the galaxy, greedily devouring all matter within the system—asteroid belts, gas giants, and even the light and heat of stars are being absorbed and transformed through some bizarre biological structure.

This star system is dead; all that remains is the madness of the Zerg's expansion and reproduction.

"The standard Zerg expansion pattern."

Qin Feng's eyes were icy cold.

For the Terrans, the Zerg are a cosmic menace that must be completely eradicated.

He had no intention of detouring; instead, he regarded this place as an excellent opportunity for spiritual practice and cultivation.

He stormed straight into the center of the star system, his target the very source of the Zerg—the core of the Hive.

The battle broke out instantly.

An endless swarm of insects surged in from all directions, including flying insects that could fly at high speeds in the void, cannon insects that could launch strong acids and bone spikes, and giant beasts that were as big as small warships and had amazing defenses.

On a spiritual level, there is an omnipresent hive will that attempts to corrupt and assimilate his mind.

Qin Feng, clad in "Ultimate" power armor and wielding the Star-Devouring Spear, resembled a war god descended to earth.

He was not troubled by the swarm tactics, but instead brought the power of the level eight killing technique "Vast Mountains" to its fullest extent.

With a single swing of the spear, amplified by the mental-spiritual energy field, it triggered the projection of the immortal tower, ten million light-years high, behind him.

"boom--!"

An invisible, mighty force descended.

The space in that area seemed to have been struck by an invisible mountain, instantly twisting and collapsing.

Tens of thousands of Zerg units didn't even have time to cry out before they were reduced to dust by the pressure of the space itself.

He swept forward relentlessly, attacking the planet where the mother nest was located in the most ruthless and unreasonable manner.

The cleanup operation lasted for several months.

Qin Feng fought until he was almost exhausted, but then relied on the restorative power of the "Ten Perfect Hands" to quickly return to his peak, and so on.

He used the entire Zerg population of the star system as a whetstone for his training, and his control over power became increasingly refined.

Finally, he landed on the planet that had been transformed into a giant flesh and blood nest, facing the core of the nest that pulsated like a heart and emitted terrifying mental fluctuations.

After a fierce battle, Qin Feng pierced the core of the galaxy-level mother hive with a single shot, ending the expansion of this Zerg branch.

As he held the Zerg hive core, which still contained a wealth of life essence and a vast amount of biological information, the last barrier of knowledge in his mind regarding the "Accelerated Compression of the Undying Projection" chapter of the "Perfect Hand" shattered.

At this moment, countless points of knowledge were integrated and understood clearly.

He fully understood how to increase the "density" of his mental energy in the most efficient way.

The Ten Perfections Technique has reached its pinnacle!

As he refined the core of the Mother Nest, transforming it into nourishment for the Undying Tower, he continued to soar through the deep cosmos.

With unwavering focus, their capabilities are steadily increasing.

As time passed, when Qin Feng returned from his deep cultivation, a planet exuding a gentle life force came into view.

On this planet lives an ancient, intelligent race—the Feathered Race.

Qin Feng concealed his presence, and his spiritual power quietly enveloped the planet.

The appearance of the Feathered Clan cultivators is extremely similar to that of humans, except that they are taller and more upright, with pure white or jet-black wings on their backs, and vertical pupils naturally appearing between their brows, which are the main outlets for their spiritual power.

Their physical abilities are extremely high; adult individuals can rival the gold standard human level III, making them natural-born warriors.

However, this race does not seem to have an outstanding ability to reproduce. The entire planet is vast and sparsely populated, with huge landmasses dotted with city-states of different styles, full of classical and elegant atmosphere.

"The Feathered Clan... seems to have intricate connections with the Holy Blood Angels Warband."

Qin Feng recalled the imperial records, "In the Encyclopedia of All Races, they belong to the middle faction that can be won over, and they have no deep hatred for the human race."

He began to observe with great interest.

This civilization has a peculiar form and has not yet formed a unified concept of a nation.

Some city-states revere speculation and philosophy, and the winged cultivators elevate their spiritual realm by exploring mathematics, astronomy, and art.
Some city-states, however, believed in the supremacy of force, and their people were fierce and tough, forging their bodies in the most primitive ways.

In Qin Feng's view, their cultivation methods were full of flaws and so crude that they were easily defeated.

I thought this was just a brief glimpse during my trip, and that I would leave after observing it.

However, something unexpected happened.

In a city-state that revered martial prowess, a violent and bloody chaotic aura surged into the sky.

A powerful winged warrior, while breaking through a bottleneck, was seduced by the evil god Khorne and completely corrupted.

His wings transformed into bat wings burning with blood flames, his body swelled, and his reason was replaced by an endless lust for slaughter, turning him into a demon who knew only destruction.

The war broke out without warning.

This demon Khorne, leading a group of fanatical followers infected by him, launched a brutal massacre against neighboring philosophical city-states.

The sky was stained crimson with blood as countless winged cultivators perished in the unexpected attack.

Qin Feng frowned slightly.

He didn't want to interfere with the internal evolution of these nascent civilizations, but the emergence of chaos was another matter.

The next moment, his figure appeared directly in the sky above the battlefield.

Faced with the rampaging Khorne demon, Qin Feng didn't even draw his gun.

He simply stretched out one hand and clenched it tightly downwards.

"Om-!"

The projection of the Immortal Tower flashed by in an instant.

That space instantly froze, transforming into an invisible cage.

The Khorne demon, whose strength was equivalent to the peak of the stellar level, along with all his fanatical followers, suddenly stiffened, as if they were being squeezed from all directions by a pressure of billions of tons.

"Crack...knock..."

The sound of bones shattering rang out in rapid succession. Before the horrified eyes of countless surviving winged cultivators, the once invincible demon, along with his army, was brutally crushed into a cloud of blood mist.

One strike, and the field is cleared.

With a casual wave of his hand, Qin Feng summoned the remaining, eerie skull fragments of the demon into his grasp.

Killing a Chaos Demon increased Qin Feng's strength. He now had six fist-sized skulls around his waist. These skulls were not physical objects, but rather mental artifacts, markings of Chaos.

This is the spoils he deserves.

After doing all this, he glanced down at the winged people below who were immersed in philosophy and mathematics.

Although they were weak, their thirst for knowledge stirred something in Qin Feng's heart.

He left behind a blank jade slip, in which he imprinted some of the most basic and universal cultivation theories, such as "the tempering of spiritual power," "the guidance of energy," and "the methods of tempering the physical body."

He left behind no specific methods of cultivation or training, but merely lit a lamp of enlightenment for them.

After doing all this, Qin Feng's figure disappeared into the horizon.

He left decisively, but he left behind an eternal legend on this planet.

The surviving winged cultivators revered this majestic being who descended from the heavens and wiped out the evil with a single blow as the "Holy God," and erected magnificent statues of him in various city-states, passing down his story through generations.

After slaying the Chaos Demon, Qin Feng clearly felt that his strength had once again received a considerable boost.

The chaotic power within that skull was absorbed and transformed by the Undying Tower, becoming the resources for the growth of his spiritual power density.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, a full hundred years have passed since Qin Feng left the Devouring Heaven Universe City.

A century of solitary journey, a century of arduous cultivation.

His level nine killing technique, "Opening Heaven," naturally broke through to the "minor success" level through countless simulations and practical applications.

His cultivation level has increased tenfold compared to a hundred years ago.

However, this "tenfold" is not a simple sum of totals.

Galaxy-level cultivation is essentially about infinitely compressing spiritual power to increase its "density" until, ultimately, that immortal projection millions of light-years high will collapse inward due to its density reaching its limit, transforming into an "eternal singularity" containing infinite mass and energy.

This tenfold increase is merely a tiny fraction of a step on the long road to ultimate density.

Moreover, the cultivation at this level is completely different from the previous tempering of golden spiritual power.

The former gets faster as you go further, while increasing density becomes increasingly difficult. For every slight increase, the time and resources required grow exponentially.

Qin Feng was well aware of this. His mindset had long been tempered by thousands of years of cultivation, making him calm and composed, and he continued to move forward firmly along his own path.

Another ten years have passed.

On this day, Qin Feng was traveling through a desolate meteorite belt when suddenly an extremely subtle but exceptionally powerful fluctuation of mental energy swept over his body.

"Alert! Unknown life form detected intruding into 'Wild' territory! Threat level assessment in progress... Assessment complete: Low. Action plan: Capture or eliminate."

A cold, emotionless thought resonated directly in his mind.

Qin Feng's pupils suddenly contracted, and he immediately stopped in his tracks.

He looked up and saw that in the distance, the space rippled like water.

A menacing, black warship, brimming with industrial violence and aesthetics, silently leaped out.

Then came the second, the third...

In the blink of an eye, a massive fleet appeared out of thin air, completely sealing off the airspace where he was located.

In the center of the fleet, a mobile fortress larger than a planet slowly revealed its full form.

At the top of the fortress, on a throne made of liquid metal, sat a colossal figure.

It was a mechanical life form. Its body was composed of countless intricate components, gleaming with a cold metallic light, and connected to its back by millions of energy conduits, which were rooted in the core of the fortress like nerves.

"Mechanical race!"

Qin Feng's heart sank.

What alarmed him even more was that the moment his mental energy touched the other party, the panel of the will of the universe appeared in his consciousness on its own.

[Hidden Dragon List]

[Rank 987: Wild]

[Race: Mechanical]

【…】

The prodigies on the Hidden Dragon List!
"Humanity?"

The mechanical prodigy known as "Wild" spoke again in a cold voice, "Your energy reaction pattern is unique and has extremely high research value."

Now, surrender and become part of my collection, or be dismantled by me into the most basic particles.

Before the words were even finished, a terrifying mental pressure, powerful enough to crush stars, descended with a deafening roar!
Without the slightest hesitation, Qin Feng turned and fled!
There is an insurmountable gap in strength between him and "Wild".

The opponent's mental strength is at least dozens, or even hundreds of times stronger than his!
"boom!"

Several thick beams of energy accurately struck the spot where Qin Feng had just fled, evaporating all the meteorites in that area.

“Running away is a pointless calculation.”

The "wild" voice remained completely calm.

The entire fleet, along with that terrifying space fortress, with its engines at full power, transformed into a torrent of steel, frantically pursuing the direction Qin Feng had fled.

Qin Feng pushed his speed to the limit, but the pursuers behind him were like leeches, relentlessly chasing after him.

Countless drones and autonomous combat vessels were released from the mothership, forming a vast net to constantly harass and intercept him.

"This can't go on like this!"

Qin Feng's mind raced; he could sense that the enemy's encirclement was tightening at an alarming rate.

"Wild's" computing power was terrifying; it predicted almost all of his possible escape routes.

He held back, and the energy within his body surged wildly.

"Om-!"

A pair of magnificent wings, composed of countless crimson-gold runes, suddenly unfolded from his back.

Black Hole-Level Equipment - Crimson Gold Wings!
Even though it was only initially refined and unable to unleash its full power, the wings still generated an unimaginable propulsive force thanks to Qin Feng's relentless energy infusion.

His speed increased several times in an instant, transforming into a golden rainbow that tore through space, and he suddenly broke through the weak point of the encirclement.

However, Wild seems to have anticipated this.

"High-energy space equipment detected. Analysis model... Match successful. Plan updated: Activate 'Endless Hunting' mode."

The cold sound echoed through the universe.

The massive space fortress, and all the warships, had their surfaces illuminated with countless teleportation runes.

With flashes of light, the entire fleet relentlessly pursued Qin Feng.

And so, a life-or-death chase spanning the stars began without warning.

Two streaks of light, one after the other, sped through the silent depths of space.

One is fighting with all its might for survival, while the other is embarking on a ruthless hunt with a cold, relentless mechanical will to achieve its goal.

(End of this chapter)