High Martial Arts: Liver Becomes the Master of the Universe

Chapter 255 The Ancient Luo King's Ruins Open! The human race is powerful, and I am the pride of the human race. Who dares to kill me?!

Qin Feng stood in the cold, desolate void of the universe, his golden-red spiritual energy spreading silently around him like the finest dust, merging with the darkness.

His gaze pierced through millions of kilometers, landing on the magnificent palace surrounded by nebulae. The towering figure clad in purple-gold power armor was like a constant, immovable supergiant star, exuding infinite gravitational pull, suppressing this star field.

That was a powerful human who had been granted the title of Marquis.

Just by sensing it from afar, Qin Feng could tell how vast and terrifying the energy contained within the other party was.

That is something that galaxy-level warriors cannot compare to; the difference between the two is even greater than the difference between a firefly and the moon.

With such a powerful figure stationed here, why did he turn a blind eye to those dozens of powerful and obviously hostile geniuses from all races?
Qin Feng's mind raced, instantly conjuring up several possibilities.

Firstly, perhaps in the eyes of this powerful figure who has been granted the title of Marquis, these so-called geniuses of all races are nothing more than a group of whetstones that can be used.

Human prodigies need to grow, and the fastest way to grow is undoubtedly through life-and-death battles with peers of the same level.

This powerful figure, who was granted the title of Marquis, did not take action because he intended to use these geniuses of all races as trials for the human geniuses entering the "Ancient Luo King Ruins," using their blood and bones to nourish the future towering tree of humanity.

In the brutal battlefield of all races, this approach can be described as an efficient and ruthless open strategy.

Secondly, it may be related to the "will of the universe".

The will of the universe is the supreme rule that covers the entire battlefield of all races. Its operation is independent of the will of any race. It is fair and just, but also cold and ruthless.

Once a living being's actions trigger a mission issued by the will of the universe, even supreme beings at the level of King or Emperor cannot easily interfere during the mission's execution; otherwise, they will suffer a backlash from the will of the universe.

Perhaps the arrival of these prodigies from all races is part of a mission from the will of the universe.

Thinking of this, Qin Feng's mind stirred slightly. His spiritual power, which had transformed into a golden-red color, vibrated at a mysterious frequency and instantly established a link with the omnipresent will of the universe.

In an instant, a pale gold data panel, visible only to him, unfolded deep within his consciousness.

The information on the task panel had indeed changed.

In his list of hostile targets, the name of "Wild," the mechanical genius who had hunted him down for over a hundred years, still hung high above, radiating cold hostility.

However, under the name "Wild", many new goals have emerged, including two individuals who have made it onto the list of prodigies.

One of them is a prodigy from the Holy Spirit Water Clan, named "Shui Mo," who ranks nine hundred and nineteenth on the Hidden Dragon List.

According to the data, this creature has no fixed form and can gather and disperse into water. Its attack methods are unpredictable and highly penetrating, making it an extremely difficult opponent.

The other one is even more unsettling.

It was a skeleton creature of the undead race, whose real name was not recorded, only a chilling code name—"Death Knell".

He ranked 902nd on the Hidden Dragon List, which is more than 20 places higher than Ye Luo, the son of the Stone Emperor.

There are very few descriptions of it, only a few words: "Where the bell tolls, all spirits perish."

This suggests that it possesses extremely terrifying, wide-area destructive capabilities, or is related to the soul or death.

These three are all true prodigies listed on the Hidden Dragon Ranking, each possessing the terrifying strength to challenge opponents of higher levels and even kill ordinary peak-level martial artists of the star system.

As for the other dozens of beings from all races present, although each of them possessed profound auras and was clearly not someone to be trifled with, they ultimately failed to ascend to the list that represented the highest honor for the younger generation of all races.

"I see……"

Qin Feng understood, "It seems there are two reasons at play."

That powerful human who had been granted the title of Marquis utilized the framework of the universe's will mission to conveniently transform these prodigies of all races into trials for human geniuses.

This not only conforms to the rules of the universe's will but also achieves the goal of cultivating future generations for humankind, making it a win-win situation.

Qin Feng couldn't help but marvel once again at the human race's powerful foundation and far-sighted planning in the "Holy Academy Sea" star field.

If he were to wander alone in the boundless universe like a headless fly, he might spend hundreds of thousands or even millions of years and still not encounter a world-shaking opportunity like the "Ancient Luo King Ruins," formed after the fall of a king-level powerhouse.

The universe is so vast that opportunities are rarer than a grain of gold in a sea of ​​sand.

However, as a top genius who stood out in the human race's "Cosmic Genius War" and ranked among the top 100, he was able to clearly see, through the star map granted by the Empire, the precious resource points and places of opportunity marked by countless human ancestors who spent billions of years exploring the star sea with blood and fire.

This "Ancient Luo King Ruins" is clearly one of them.

Using the cultivation palace where a king-level expert fell as an opportunity, and having it personally guarded by a marquis-level martial artist, this gesture demonstrates the human race's unwavering commitment to nurturing its top geniuses.

Of course, this preferential allocation of resources did not come out of thin air.

The selection process for the Cosmic Genius Battle is extremely brutal. It involves selecting only a hundred people from among billions of human elites through layers of screening and trials of blood and fire.

They are not only the most talented and strongest among the younger generation of the empire, but their minds and wills have also been tempered and refined to an extreme degree. Most importantly, they possess an unwavering will that is almost impossible to be corrupted by chaos.

Only such prodigies are worthy of humanity's best efforts to cultivate, because they represent the future of humanity and are the cornerstone that allows humanity to stand firm in this cruel universe.

Having figured all this out, Qin Feng no longer hesitated.

He concealed all his aura, his figure transforming into an almost imperceptible stream of light, silently fleeing towards the Ancient Luo King Ruins.

He moved slowly, carefully avoiding the area where the geniuses of all races were located, preparing to find a secluded corner to observe the situation in secret.

However, just as he arrived at the broken asteroid belt on the outskirts of the Ancient Luo King Ruins, a vast, cold, and emotionless will, like the most precise radar, instantly locked onto him.

"Qin Feng!"

A grand yet indifferent voice resounded directly in his mind.

This sound was not transmitted through sound waves, but was a pure vibration of mental energy, containing a texture like the friction of metal.

Qin Feng looked in the direction of the sound and saw a terrifying mechanical battle body tens of kilometers high floating in front of the magnificent palace in the ancient Luowang Ruins, which stretched for tens of thousands of kilometers and was like a mountain range across the sea of ​​stars.

The construction of this battle body is perfect to the extreme. Every inch of the body is made of countless unknown high-grade alloys and rare metals that shimmer with a ghostly light. The smooth lines are full of power and destructive aesthetics.

On its enormous head, two crimson electronic eyes, like miniature stars, were staring intently in the direction of Qin Feng, burning with energy known as "Soul Fire".

He was none other than the prodigy of the mechanical race, "Wild".

"I haven't even had a chance to collect your life sample, and you've already delivered yourself to my doorstep?"

The wild voice carried an arrogant air, viewing everything as research material.

boom!
As the wild voice fell, the gazes of all living beings in the arena, whether they were the prodigies on the Hidden Dragon Ranking or the other dozens of powerful figures from various races, all focused on Qin Feng in an instant.

Curiosity, scrutiny, amusement, greed, murderous intent... a complex web of emotions wove together to envelop Qin Feng.

Being watched by so many powerful figures, any ordinary galaxy-level martial artist would probably have lost their composure long ago.

"hehe."

Qin Feng merely chuckled softly, his figure slowly emerging from the shadows of the asteroid belt.

He stood in the void, his posture as straight as a spear, facing the massive mechanical battle body, without the slightest fear or retreat in his eyes.

A thousand years of arduous cultivation had already transformed him completely.

In terms of raw strength, he is indeed no longer afraid of the Wild.

Perhaps in terms of cultivation level, his progress in breaking through to the "Eternal Singularity" is still behind that of Wild, but the quality of his spiritual power has already transformed from pure gold to a higher level of golden-red color. This means that, given the same total amount of spiritual power, his resilience, explosiveness, and recovery speed will far surpass those of Mad Death.

Moreover, his core killing technique, the level nine "Opening Heaven," is nearing completion.

The "Star Devouring" spear in his hand, after being nourished by thousands of years and refined by the Crystal Clan's physical body, had long since successfully transformed into a galaxy-level treasure, its power increasing by more than tenfold.

With this shift in power, he possessed absolute confidence that he could face off against his nemesis, the man who had once made him flee in disarray for a century!
"Humph!"

Sensing Qin Feng's undisguised confidence and fighting spirit, the soul fire in Wild's crimson electronic eyes suddenly blazed brightly.

To him, Qin Feng's attitude was a provocation, a provocation from an excellent "sample" to researchers.

On his massive mechanical battle body, countless energy circuits lit up instantly, and a destructive energy began to rapidly converge.

At the same time, the surrounding geniuses of all races also began to stir.

They were happy to see these two powerful figures on the Hidden Dragon List fight amongst themselves first, like the snipe and the clam fighting, so they could reap the benefits.

The atmosphere in the arena instantly became tense, and a major battle was about to break out.

At this critical moment.

"quiet."

A majestic yet indifferent voice seemed to descend from the heavens, and resounded in the hearts of every living being.

Along with this voice, an indescribable, terrifying majesty swept across the entire area like an invisible tide.

Under this oppressive force, space itself seemed to freeze, and the flow of time slowed down.

All the beings present, whether they were prodigies ranked on the Hidden Dragon List or other powerful alien races, felt their breath catch in their throats for a moment, as if their souls were being gripped by an invisible hand, trembling uncontrollably.

They unleashed their strongest mental and physical power, desperately resisting the terrifying pressure that threatened to crush them.

The one who spoke was the powerful human who had been standing quietly in the distance.

With his intervention, the destructive energy that was about to erupt from Wildness subsided slowly, like boiling water that had been forcibly suppressed.

His crimson electronic eyes flashed a few times, and the massive data stream was processed at lightning speed, arriving at a conclusion in an instant.

"I see, it's because you triggered the quest."

Wild turned to Qin Feng, his cold voice carrying a hint of a smile, a knowing smile that came from understanding the truth.

Upon hearing this, the other geniuses from all races present instantly understood.

Everyone knows the root cause of what is happening before their eyes.

It turns out that this "Ancient Luo King Ruins" was originally a private resource point marked by the human race.

Under normal circumstances, non-human beings would have no way of knowing its coordinates.

The reason Wild was able to come here is because he and Qin Feng have a hostile mission that is certified by the will of the universe.

By contacting Qin Feng, the core of the mission, and leveraging his own status as a prodigy on the Hidden Dragon Ranking, they successfully triggered a random mission issued by the will of the universe, thus obtaining the coordinates of this place of opportunity.

Subsequently, Watermo of the Holy Spirit Water Clan and Deathstroke of the Undead Clan were also drawn into the quest chain after coming into contact with Wild, the quest triggerer.

As for the other beings of all races, through their contact with these three prodigies on the Hidden Dragon Ranking, their influence spread like ripples, layer by layer, and they were eventually all incorporated into this massive mission centered around the "Ancient Luo King Ruins".

This situation is not uncommon in the battlefield of all races, and has even become an unspoken rule known to all races.

Everyone knows that the human race once sent out countless king-level beings, and even the legendary emperor-level beings, to spend a long time exploring the first half of the battlefield of all races, namely the "Holy Academy Sea" area, marking countless places of opportunity.

Therefore, for the young prodigies of all races, if they can encounter a top human prodigy with a powerful background on the battlefield and interact with him, there is a very high probability that they will trigger a mission from the will of the universe, thereby "borrowing" the coordinates of those places of opportunity that are closely guarded by the human race.

This is a game where risks and opportunities coexist.

In this situation, the powerful human beings responsible for guarding the place of opportunity will be unable to interfere with the mission process, which is dominated by the will of the universe.

In other words, they cannot make a move during the process of seizing the opportunity.

However, before and after the opportunity-grabbing began, this human powerhouse was no longer subject to any restrictions and could act recklessly.

Generally speaking, both sides maintain a delicate balance.

If a prodigy from any race truly possesses the ability to seize the core opportunity of the Land of Opportunity in a fair competition with a prodigy from the human race, then as long as this prodigy's background is sufficiently profound—for example, being born into a top-tier race in the universe such as the Holy Spirit Race, the Mechanical Race, the Starry Sky Beast, or the Crystal Race, or being a direct disciple or biological offspring of a powerful being—then human powerhouses usually will not pursue and kill them afterward.

They would simply mark its coordinates and list it as a target for the human elites' "hunting mission," leaving the problem to be solved among their peers.

Behind this lies mutual fear and compromise between races and between the strong.

However, if it were a member of a weaker race like the Fire Bull or Fire Pig who snatched the opportunity, then what awaited them would be a thunderous strike from the human powerhouses without hesitation.

They were killed on the spot, and the opportunity was then returned to the place of opportunity, waiting to be opened again next time.

Being used as a whetstone by the human race, and facing various restrictions when vying for opportunities, even being explicitly forbidden from killing human prodigies who are the "keys"... For the proud prodigies of all races, this is indeed an extremely frustrating experience.

But there was nothing they could do; the human race was simply too powerful in this "Holy Academy Sea" star region.

Only after leaving the Holy Sea and entering the vast, chaotic deep battlefield known as the "Endless Sea" will the human race's dominance gradually weaken, making them one of the many top powers.

Therefore, despite the frustration, the top talents from various clans were happy to participate in this restricted game for the sake of that truly extraordinary opportunity.

After all, being hunted down by human prodigies doesn't necessarily mean death;
Missing out on the opportunity left behind by a King-level expert would be a lifelong regret.

"To be granted the title of Marquis and Your Excellency."

Just then, the Water Spirit of the Water Clan spoke.

His body, composed of liquid water, twisted and transformed, eventually becoming a ferocious water dragon thousands of kilometers long, lifelike and monstrous.

His enormous dragon head bowed slightly towards the purple-gold figure as a sign of respect, and his voice resounded like the deep sea: "Will the Ancient Luo King Ruins still be governed by the old rules? If so, then we will not hold back and will fight for what we want within the rules."

If Your Majesty is unwilling, we will depart immediately.

His words represented the sentiments of all the proud geniuses of all races present.

The Marquis-level warrior, clad in purple-gold power armor, possessed an elegant and noble bearing, exuding an indescribable majesty.

Behind him, a pair of enormous bat wings slowly unfurled, flowing with dark purple energy that seemed capable of devouring all light.

His face, covered by a visor, obscured his expression, but his deep, resonant voice echoed through the starry sky:

"Old rules."

"The Ancient Ruins of Luo are about to open. Before the palace gates open, no living beings are allowed to cause any conflict here. You all, please wait patiently."

As the powerful Marquis-level expert delivered the final blow, the tense atmosphere in the arena instantly vanished.

Wildness suppressed its energy fluctuations and returned to silence.

The enormous water dragon body of Shui Mo slowly dissipated, turning into an inconspicuous water sphere.

The other geniuses from all races also found a meteorite or simply floated in the void, closing their eyes to rest and quietly wait.

Qin Feng also found a huge meteorite fragment, sat cross-legged, and began to adjust his state.

He could sense that several subtle yet powerful wills were still locked onto him, with Wild, Watermo, and Deathstroke being the clearest among them.

He knew that once he entered the Ruins of the Ancient Luo King, a fierce battle would be inevitable, but his own safety was not a concern and there would be absolutely no problem.

Of all the geniuses from various races present, not one dared to kill him right under the nose of a Marquis-level martial artist.

In an instant, Qin Feng felt a strong sense of security.

Time slowly passed in this eerie stillness and oppressive waiting.

About three days later.

hum-

A roar, seemingly from the ancient wilderness, rang out without warning!

The ancient ruins of the Luo King, which lay dormant in the sea of ​​stars for countless millennia, suddenly trembled violently.

Immediately afterwards, the ancient array surrounding the temple, composed of countless runes and visible to the naked eye, began to shatter inch by inch, like glass eroded by time, dissipating into countless points of light.

Rumble!
Under the awe-inspiring gaze of all living beings, the two enormous palace gates of the Ancient Luo King Ruins, which stretched for tens of thousands of kilometers and seemed to be cast from a single piece of divine metal, slowly opened inward with a deafening roar!

This is where King Guro once practiced his spiritual cultivation, and it was also his palace before his death.

Just how many rare treasures are hidden in the collection of a King-level expert?

No one knew, but everyone was certain that it was a treasure that would drive even powerful marquises crazy!
As the palace doors opened, an extremely rich fragrance, a mixture of countless rare and precious ingredients, surged out from the depths of the palace like a bursting dam!

The mere scent of this aroma caused the eyes of all the myriad races present to turn bloodshot in an instant, their breathing to become rapid, and their reason to be almost devoured by their most primal greed.

"rush!"

Someone let out a roar.

The next moment, more than a dozen streaks of light, moving faster than lightning, tore through the deathly silence and rushed madly toward the open palace gate!
Qin Feng was not to be outdone. With a swift movement, he transformed into a dazzling golden-red rainbow, carrying unparalleled sharpness, and followed closely behind, directly disappearing into the deep and mysterious Ancient Luo King Ruins.

……

As Qin Feng's figure disappeared into the open palace gate of the Ancient Luo King Ruins, an irresistible, vast spatial force, as boundless as a starry sea, instantly enveloped him.

The scene before him distorted and blurred, as if he had fallen into a temporal turbulence woven from billions of lights and shadows.

The whole process lasted less than a second. The next moment, the feeling of being grounded came, and the surrounding light and shadows had stabilized.

Qin Feng immediately reined in his mental energy, which had habitually spread to the surroundings, and compressed it tightly within a three-foot radius around his body, not daring to be careless in the slightest.

This is the Ruins of the Ancient Luo King, the place where a true king-level powerhouse fell and his former palace.

Before entering, the eldest brother, Huo Linhou, had solemnly reminded them that the former residences of such powerful figures were often filled with the Daoist charm, rules, and deliberate restrictions left behind unconsciously during their lifetime.

These restrictions may have diminished in power over countless years, but their core "King-level" essence remains unchanged.

If it is triggered rashly, its power is enough to completely annihilate a galaxy-level cultivator in an instant, leaving not even a trace of his soul behind.

To recklessly spread one's mental energy to explore here is tantamount to dancing wildly in a minefield, a purely suicidal act.

As soon as he withdrew his mental energy, an indescribable, almost tangible pressure surged from all directions, weighing heavily on his body and soul.

This aura is majestic, vast, and ancient, carrying an absolute will to rule the universe and control the world.

It was not intended to target anyone; it was merely a wisp of the original owner of this place, the most profound imprint of his existence.

However, this lingering aura, which has long since vanished through countless eras, still possesses a terrifying power to suppress all ages.

Qin Feng groaned, feeling his indestructible tower tremble slightly under the pressure.

The flow of energy within his body suddenly became incredibly sluggish, as if he were trapped in a sticky swamp, requiring many times more mental effort than he would have to exert externally each time he mobilized it.

He tried to activate the "Perfect Hand" and found that the energy flow, which was originally as surging as a river, had now become like a trickle, slow and heavy.

"What terrifying pressure!" Qin Feng's heart was filled with shock.

He immediately assessed his condition, and the conclusion he reached made his heart sink.

Under the suppression of this remaining kingly majesty, the strength he can unleash is probably less than one-tenth of his peak power.

This was merely the residual power unconsciously emitted by a fallen king-level expert.

If he were still at his peak, a single thought would probably be enough to completely annihilate a galaxy-level cultivator like him in the river of time.

"To be granted the title of King...to be granted the title of King..."

Qin Feng silently pondered these two words, gaining a more intuitive and profound understanding of the terror of this realm.

This power has transcended mere accumulation of energy and has begun to touch upon the fundamental rules of the universe. Words become law, and wherever the mind goes, the rules follow.

He composed himself and began to carefully look around.

At this moment, he was in a huge and empty side hall.

The palace's dome soared into the clouds, inscribed with intricate and mysterious star maps. Even after countless years, a faint glow still flows along the trajectory of the star maps, exuding a mysterious aura.

The surrounding walls were cast from some unknown dark gold metal, and were carved with countless sacred creatures with outstretched wings, so lifelike that they seemed ready to fly out of the walls at any moment.

The ground was covered with smooth white jade slabs, spotless and so shiny they could reflect a person's image.

A faint, ancient scent, a mixture of dust and some strange fragrance, filled the air.

The entire side hall was completely silent; apart from himself, there was no trace of any other living being.

"It seems that all living beings that entered the Ancient Luo King Ruins were randomly teleported to different areas."

Qin Feng made a judgment immediately.

For him, this was neither good nor bad news.

The advantage is that he doesn't have to worry about immediate conflict with other geniuses from all races, and can explore at his own pace.

The downside is that he also cannot keep track of other people's movements in a timely manner, especially the positions of the three prodigies on the Hidden Dragon Ranking: Wild, Water Mo, and Deathstroke.

However, Qin Feng did not dwell on it too much.

In this dangerous place, one must first consider one's own survival, and only then should one consider the mission and opportunities.

He reconnected with the will of the universe and confirmed his mission objective—the shattered treasure of the King, the Ancient Bell.

If he can successfully obtain the fragments of the Ancient Bell, he will be able to complete this mission of the will of the universe and receive a "Bronze Treasure Chest" as a reward.

Qin Feng had never completed this type of mission before, and he was filled with anticipation for the rewards in the treasure chest, which was enough to make him take the risk.

Moreover, there was a powerful human marquis guarding the outside of the hall.

According to the established rules of the battlefield of myriad races, as long as he does not die from the restrictions of the Ancient Luo King Ruins or at the hands of the guardian beasts, the creatures of myriad races will not dare to surround and kill him after seizing the treasure.

This is undoubtedly his greatest source of confidence.

"The Ruins of the Ancient Luo King is less a palace and more a vast complex of buildings consisting of countless palaces."

Qin Feng pondered, "Most likely all living beings have been teleported to different outer buildings. Of course, it's also possible that some people are incredibly lucky and have been directly teleported to the core area."

"But in any case, as the ancient Luo King's once-favored secret treasure, the fragments of the Ancient Luo Bell must be stored in the most central main hall."

Qin Feng quickly devised a clear action plan for himself: on the one hand, he would use his advantages to carefully explore the side halls along the way and search for possible resources, and on the other hand, he would steadily advance towards the main hall, striving to obtain the fragments of the Ancient Luo Bell as quickly as possible and complete the mission.

"I also have one major advantage."

A confident smile appeared on Qin Feng's lips.

"That is, I possess the map that the ancient sages of humanity explored and left behind with their blood and lives."

With a thought, light blue rays of light rapidly intertwined and outlined on the HUD interface of his "Ultimate" power armor, eventually forming an incredibly precise and complex three-dimensional structure.

This is the internal structural diagram of the ancient Luowang Ruins.

The map clearly marks the known safe routes, dangerous areas, and the general distribution of prohibited areas, and even some key palaces marked by predecessors that may present opportunities.

This map is a precious treasure accumulated by generations of human geniuses over countless years as they explored the battlefields of all races, using their lives and wisdom.

Those powerful individuals who perished or departed before successfully seizing their opportunities would upload their exploration information to the human race's internal database, paving the way for future prodigies.

Looking at this precious map, Qin Feng couldn't help but feel a deeper sense of recognition for the strength and unity of the human race.

It is this spirit of passing on the torch, where predecessors plant trees so that future generations can enjoy the shade, that has enabled the human race to stand firm and grow stronger in the brutal battlefield of all races.

"Walk."

Qin Feng composed himself, consulted the map, selected a relatively safe path, and moved with lightning speed, transforming into an almost imperceptible shadow as he cautiously made his way towards a nearby side hall.

His movements were light and silent, each step landing precisely on the safe landing point marked on the map. He was highly focused, vigilant for any possible changes.

The exploration of the ancient Luowang Ruins has officially begun.

Time flows silently through the quiet palaces. For the strong who are immersed in exploration and cultivation, time is the easiest measure to overlook.

Qin Feng's exploration process was filled with extreme patience and caution.

The ancient ruins of the Luo Kingdom far exceeded his imagination; each palace was a self-contained space, vast and boundless.

The restrictions within are as numerous as the stars; a slight misstep could lead to utter destruction.

Therefore, his movement speed was unusually slow.

Soon, he arrived at a place marked "Hundred Herbs Garden".

According to map records, this place was once where the ancient Roman king cultivated exotic flowers and plants.

Even outside the hall, Qin Feng could sense a faint, pure spiritual energy emanating from the plants and trees.

However, the path leading to the palace gate was covered with countless tiny, invisible restrictions, like dust floating in the air, omnipresent and interconnected, forming a net that stretched from heaven to earth.

Qin Feng did not choose to force his way in.

He sat cross-legged outside the restrictive network, his eyes slightly closed. His transformed golden-red spiritual power split into countless tentacles, each more delicate than a hair, which carefully probed into the restrictive network.

His extraordinary qualities after the transformation of his mental power allowed his thinking speed to reach an astonishing level.

The structure of countless restrictive runes, the trajectory of energy flow, and the interconnected reactions between them... all this information was rapidly analyzed, modeled, and deduced in his mind.

This process was tedious and lengthy, taking Qin Feng a full three months.

Three months later, he suddenly opened his eyes, a glint of all-knowing insight flashing in them.

Qin Feng has found the only "way out" in this restricted network.

He rose and stepped steadily into the restricted area.

Qin Feng's figure shifted left and right, retreated and paused, each movement exquisitely executed, perfectly avoiding the trigger points of all the restrictions.

He strolled through this death zone, a place so dangerous that even ordinary galaxy-level cultivators would find it impossible to move an inch, without a scratch, and finally pushed open the heavy gate of the Hundred Herbs Garden.

Inside the hall, there was a deathly silence.

Countless rare and exotic flowers and plants have turned to ashes under the erosion of time, leaving only empty jade frames and dried-up spiritual fields.

However, right in the very center of the main hall, on a stone platform made of "Soul-Nourishing Jade," lay a plant quietly.

Its petals had withered and curled up, their color dull, and most of its once vigorous life essence had been lost. But its unique shape and the remaining trace of pure essence made Qin Feng's heart skip a beat.

"The swaying flower!"

An uncontrollable surge of joy erupted in Qin Feng's eyes.

He never expected that he would encounter such a heaven-defying treasure again so soon after entering the Ancient Luo King Ruins!
Qin Feng quickly stepped forward and examined the area carefully.

Although this Bodhi flower had been neglected for countless years and its medicinal effects had been severely diminished, according to his judgment, the energy it contained was probably less than ten percent of the Bodhi flower in its prime that he had obtained in the Hanging Mountain.

Even so, this is absolutely a tremendous gain!

Every bit of progress is precious in the pursuit of the "eternal singularity".

This withered Bodhi flower may not be able to cause a leap in his Dao foundation progress, but it can at least save him hundreds or even thousands of years of arduous cultivation, and the quality of his spiritual power will also rise again.

Qin Feng carefully stored it in the subspace storage unit, his joy beyond words.

This trip to the ancient Luowang Ruins was just the beginning, yet it had already yielded such tremendous results, filling him with even greater anticipation for the exploration to come.

……

Seven or eight years have passed.

As time passed, Qin Feng, after overcoming numerous hardships, finally arrived at an important location marked on the map called the "Hall of Inheritance".

Over the past seven or eight years, he has overcome countless ingenious traps and mechanisms, cracked hundreds of complex restrictive formations, and even narrowly escaped death several times.

The final hurdle to the Hall of Inheritance is a long and almost hopeless trial within a dreamlike realm.

The scene around him changed instantly as he stepped into that area.

He found himself trapped in an endless void battlefield, facing an endless array of fearless enemies.

He fought again and again, exhausted himself again and again, and was reborn again and again under the rules of the illusion, in an endless cycle.

Time loses its meaning in the illusion.

One year, ten years, one hundred years, one thousand years...

Qin Feng felt as if he had spent thousands of years in that time.

His combat skills were honed to perfection through repeated cycles of life and death, but his mind was gradually worn down and numbed by the endless repetition and slaughter, and he even began to forget his original purpose.

This is the most terrifying test of the mind, designed to erode the intruder's will, causing them to utterly sink into the illusion until their spirit collapses and their soul is scattered.

However, Qin Feng's spiritual power, which had been tempered and transformed into a golden-red color by the Bodhi Flower, and his unwavering martial arts heart, played a crucial role at the most critical moment.

During a break in what seemed like an endless battle, a sense of unease suddenly arose in his heart.

His pure martial will made him instinctively reject this kind of meaningless battle that could not bring real improvement.

A golden-red spiritual light bloomed deep within his sea of ​​consciousness, like a great sun illuminating and breaking through layers of mist.

"Illusions are all illusions!"

A furious roar from the depths of his soul caused the entire illusory world to tremble violently.

Qin Feng held fast to his original intentions and, with his extraordinary willpower, managed to break free from the cycle of killing that had lasted for thousands of years.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself still standing in front of the Hall of Inheritance, his body motionless, only his forehead was covered with fine cold sweat.

In the real world, only ten years have passed.

A thousand years in the illusionary realm, ten years in the real world.

The peril of this ordeal still haunts him to this day.

But the rewards after successfully passing the test are also enormous.

He pushed open the door of the Hall of Inheritance. The hall was empty except for an ancient black stone tablet standing in the center.

The moment his hand touched the stone tablet, a torrent of information surged into his mind.

This is not a technique of killing, but a secret art passed down in a book called "Guro Hammer".

"The Ancient Luo Hammer" is a true black hole-level secret technique. Its core content records the weapon-forging method passed down from the Ancient Luo King!

From the identification and purification of materials, to the forging and shaping of the vessel blank, and then to the inscription and activation of the law runes, it contains countless exquisite techniques and incredible ideas.

"If I remember correctly, the human database records that King Guro was famous throughout the starry sea for his weapon crafting skills. He was a grandmaster weapon crafting expert at the king level!"

After digesting the information, Qin Feng was overjoyed.

He has the art of killing and warfare, as well as "Opening Heaven" and "Vast Mountains and Rivers," so he is not in urgent need of them.

However, this black hole-level weapon-refining inheritance perfectly made up for his biggest weakness!

Although his Star-Devouring Spear and Ultimate Power Armor are Heavenly Evolution Weapons that can grow alongside him, if they are guided and tempered by skillful weapon-forging techniques at critical bottlenecks in his advancement, their foundation will undoubtedly be more solid, and their future potential will be even greater.

Moreover, for black hole-level martial artists in the universe, having many skills is never a bad thing; weapon crafting, formations, killing techniques, and so on are all indispensable.

"I'm so lucky!"

Qin Feng sighed with genuine emotion.

Although this trip to the Hall of Inheritance took ten years and involved extremely dangerous illusionary trials, obtaining such a precious black hole-level weapon-refining technique made it all worthwhile.

It was worth it for him to have gone through countless life-or-death restrictions and remained cautious all this time.

……

Time moved forward another thirty years.

At this moment, Qin Feng had already penetrated into the middle area of ​​the Ancient Luo King Ruins and arrived at a group of side halls surrounding the main hall.

The side hall in front of him had its doors tightly closed, but dozens of giant statues, each hundreds of meters tall, stood at the entrance.

These statues are of various shapes, some human and some beast, all clad in heavy armor, wielding massive weapons, and exuding a cold and deathly aura.

They are guardian beasts left behind by the ancient King Luo, crafted using secret methods, and are loyal palace guards.

However, the endless years have long since completely exhausted the spiritual energy and mental power stored within them. Now, what sustains their actions is merely an indelible spiritual imprint left deep within their core by the Ancient King.

Even so, as Qin Feng approached, the empty eye sockets of these guardian beasts still lit up with a scarlet light, and a violent and rigid killing intent instantly locked onto Qin Feng.

Faced with these guardian beasts, Qin Feng felt an unprecedented sense of difficulty.

Their individual strengths may not be top-tier, but their materials are incredibly hard, comparable to galaxy-level treasures.

The most troublesome thing is that their energy cores are closely connected to the defensive restrictions of the entire side hall.

If Qin Feng uses an excessively powerful move, such as "Opening Heaven" or "Vast Mountains," the energy impact of the attack could very likely trigger the restrictions on the entire hall. At that time, he would face the desperate situation of the hall being destroyed and him dying.

He can't go all out.

This battle turned into an extreme form of "gua sha" (scraping therapy).

Qin Feng, wielding the Star-Devouring Spear, moved swiftly among the dozens of guardian beasts.

He controlled his power with exquisite precision, using only the right amount of force with each shot, accurately targeting the guardian beast's vulnerable points such as joints and energy nodes.

The spear tip collided with the guardian beast's hard body, producing a series of crisp clanging sounds and sparks flying everywhere.

This is the ultimate test of patience, skill, and perseverance.

One day, one month, one year...

Qin Feng tirelessly repeated the actions of attacking and dodging.

He treated this battle as a unique form of training, honing his exquisite control over power.

A full ten years!

It took him a full ten years to finally completely erase the core spiritual imprint of the last guardian beast.

With a "crack," the guardian beast collapsed to the ground, turning into a pile of useless metal.

Qin Feng let out a long breath. Ten years of continuous high-intensity and precision combat had left even him feeling a bit tired.

Without delay, he immediately pushed open the door and entered the heavily guarded side hall.

Inside the hall, there remains a stone tablet commemorating the inheritance.

This time, he obtained a black hole-level secret technique called "Master's Seal".

This secret technique is extremely domineering. Through it, cultivators can expend their own spiritual power to condense an unremovable slave mark.

Once this seal is imprinted into the soul of another being, one can completely control their life and death; with a single thought, one can cause their soul to be scattered.

Therefore, it is called the main seal.

"What a terrifying secret technique."

Qin Feng examined the information in his mind and was secretly alarmed.

This secret technique is extremely vicious and contrary to the natural order.

However, in the brutal environment of the battlefield of all races, where it is either you die or I live, it is undoubtedly an extremely powerful means of control.

Qin Feng felt no psychological burden. He thought the secret technique was quite good and put the inheritance stone tablet into the subspace storage unit.

Perhaps it will come in handy in the future.

This can be seen as preparation for the future Black Hole level. After all, Black Hole level martial artists can never have too many skills, and the more knowledge they have, the better. Secret techniques are also a kind of knowledge.

By this time, a full fifty years had passed since they entered the ancient Luowang Ruins.

Qin Feng looked back and saw that the path he had come from was now completely obscured by numerous palaces.

Ahead, the outline of a central main hall, far more magnificent and spectacular than all the surrounding side halls combined, was already faintly visible.

After fifty years of cautious exploration and arduous journey, he finally made his way from the outermost area to the vicinity of the main hall.

He was not far from his ultimate goal—the fragments of the Ancient Bell.

(End of this chapter)