High Martial Arts: Liver Becomes the Master of the Universe

Chapter 256 Obtaining the Ancient Luo Bell! The Ancient Luo King's Legacy! The Secret Technique of Weapon Forging! A King-Level Treasure!
Another decade has quietly passed.

For galaxy-level powerhouses who spend hundreds or thousands of years navigating the vast universe, ten years is but a fleeting moment.

However, in this ancient ruin of Luowang, where death and opportunity are intertwined, every minute and every second is filled with extreme danger and uncertainty.

For Qin Feng, these ten years felt as long as several reincarnations.

He strictly followed the map left by the sages, navigating the intricate palace complex with utmost care.

The closer one gets to the core main hall, the heavier and more solid the invisible, pervasive royal majesty becomes in the surrounding space, as if the entire space-time has turned into amber, imprisoning everything within it.

The restrictions that were unintentionally left behind during cultivation have increased in density and complexity exponentially. They are no longer isolated points, but are interconnected, forming an invisible giant net that covers the heavens and the earth.

Qin Feng had seen, more than once, the skeletal remains of alien races that had long lost their luster, or the withered remains left by some strange life forms, at some corner.

Without exception, they all lost because of a single wrong step, which triggered a chain of restrictions, and were instantly erased from existence, leaving only this silent warning.

With his powerful spiritual energy transformed into a golden-red color, and his terrifying calculation ability far exceeding that of his peers, Qin Feng narrowly avoided one deadly trap after another.

Finally, after exhausting ten years of effort, a colossal temple, far more magnificent and ancient than all the previous side halls combined, appeared at the edge of his perception.

We've arrived at the main hall.

He stopped and hid behind a broken, towering pillar, not in a hurry to get closer.

He habitually took stock of his gains so far on this trip, both to assess his own strength and to reaffirm his Daoist convictions and goals before the upcoming final battle.

The biggest gain from this trip was undoubtedly two priceless black hole-level secret techniques.

The first method is the weapon-forging technique recorded on the inheritance stone tablet—the [Ancient Luo Hammer].

This secret technique is not purely a method of killing, but it elaborates in detail on how to use spiritual power as a hammer and cosmic energy as fire to refine rare and precious materials and forge supreme divine weapons.

The fact that King Guro was renowned among all races for his weapon crafting skills speaks volumes about the core values ​​of his legacy.

The second technique is a secret art of enslavement called the "Master Seal".

Once he successfully breaks through to the black hole level, he can immediately begin his cultivation, transforming knowledge into tangible combat power.

In addition, the harvest of various rare and precious natural materials was even more abundant.

The residual medicinal power of that withered Bodhi flower alone was enough to propel his progress toward the "Eternal Singularity" forward by a significant margin.

With the addition of other rare resources he had collected, Qin Feng was fully confident that after leaving the Ancient Luo King Ruins, he could push his foundation to the limit of the galaxy level through a period of seclusion, and even knock on the door of the black hole level in one fell swoop!

"Black hole level..."

Qin Feng's eyes were deep and resolute as he silently pondered the title that represented the pinnacle of the universe.

"Once you reach the black hole level, you can truly begin to delve into the knowledge of arrays constructed from billions of runes, learn spatial theory, and attempt to tear through space to travel faster than the speed of light. Speed ​​is the foundation of everything in the boundless universe."

"At that time, the chances of rescuing the descendant of Master Sun's old friend from 'Lei Xianghai' will be more than ten times greater."

And I will then have the real qualifications and confidence to compete for that crucial 'cosmic artifact'.

The achievement of each goal is based on the accomplishment of the previous goal.

The path of martial arts is interconnected, allowing no room for slackness or complacency.

Calming his mind, Qin Feng banished all distracting thoughts.

His gaze pierced through layers of space and landed on the magnificent main hall that stood silently in the center of the ruins.

According to the final markings on the map, the largest fragment of the quest item—the King's Secret Treasure "Ancient Bell"—is located within it.

He took a deep breath, and his figure transformed into a barely perceptible stream of light, silently merging into the shadows of the main hall entrance.

Unlike the geniuses of all races who need to spend decades or even centuries groping their way through countless forks and dead ends, Qin Feng, who possessed the map, was the first being to arrive at this place.

In theory, he has an unparalleled time advantage.

If all goes well, he will be able to easily break the seal, retrieve the fragments of the Ancient Bell, and complete this mission of the cosmic will.

However, reality is often crueler than the worst expectations.

The moment Qin Feng cautiously stepped into the main hall, a kingly majesty, a hundred times more powerful and refined than that outside, surged forth like a tangible tide.

This aura was no longer an aura that permeated the space, but transformed into an invisible cage of will, instantly enveloping his body and mind.

His breath hitched, the surging energy within him seemed to freeze, and even the towering, ten million light-year-old structure in his spiritual sea hummed under the weight of this awe-inspiring force.

Bones, flesh, and even the soul all felt an absolute suppression from the level of life in the face of this power, as if ants were looking up at a dragon, insignificant and not worth mentioning.

Qin Feng struggled to circulate the Canaan Sutra, his golden-red spiritual energy flowing throughout his body, barely managing to withstand the pressure and stabilize his body.

He looked up, his gaze immediately drawn to the scene in the center of the hall.

A colossal bell, over ten thousand kilometers in diameter and a chaotic bronze color, floated silently beneath the dome of the main hall.

However, this supreme treasure, which was supposed to suppress all ages, is now shattered.

The bell was covered with terrifying spiderweb-like cracks, and large pieces of it had long since broken off and been lost, scattered somewhere in the universe.

What remained was merely a core fragment that occupied less than a third of its original volume.

Even so, the fragment still shimmered with billions of faint, ever-changing runes, each rune seemingly containing a complete and profound law.

They flowed slowly, emanating a terrifying pressure that made one's heart tremble; this was the source of this pressure.

Directly beneath the fragments of the ancient bell, a white skeleton sitting cross-legged silently testifies to the horror of this place.

It was the skeleton of a human.

Judging from the faint energy fluctuations remaining on his bones, he was at least a peak galaxy-level expert in his lifetime, just one step away from the black hole level.

However, his once indestructible and immortal projection had long since shattered, and his physical life force had also been completely extinguished.

As endless years passed, flesh and blood dissolved, and the Daoist aura dissipated, leaving only this crystal-clear, jade-like white skeleton, forever frozen in this place.

Without a doubt, this human ancestor, while attempting to obtain fragments of the Ancient Luo Bell, inadvertently triggered the restrictions of this place, ultimately meeting his end here, his soul scattered.

"There is something terrifying here!"

Qin Feng's mind instantly reached its peak. His golden-red spiritual power cautiously surged forward like a tide, but upon touching the space in front of him, it recoiled violently as if electrocuted.

In his spiritual perception, the interior space of the main hall was not empty, but filled with countless layers of invisible restrictions.

These restrictions are far more subtle, more hidden, and more deadly than those imposed on the outside world.

They are no longer single lines or runes, but are interconnected and nested in an incredibly mysterious way, forming a massive and despair-inducing three-dimensional matrix of restrictions.

Their number, roughly estimated, is at least several hundred thousand!

Each restriction contains a trace of faint yet pure kingly power.

To crack it, one must invest a massive amount of time and effort in precise calculations and meticulous work.

Qin Feng noticed that a small portion of the restrictions showed signs of having been broken, clearly a "legacy" left by that fallen human ancestor.

"I see……"

Qin Feng instantly understood.

These restrictions were not defensive measures deliberately set up by the ancient king.

No powerful individual would set up such a complex killing formation in their own daily cultivation chamber to make things difficult for themselves.

These are merely the products of the unconscious dissipation of the power and law fluctuations of that powerful king during his long years of cultivation, weapon crafting, and comprehension of the Great Dao, which naturally formed after combining with the surrounding space.

Because they are formed unconsciously, their power is countless times weaker than a true King-Sealing Killing Array, which gives a galaxy-level martial artist a slight possibility of breaking it.

Even so, the sheer scale of the project—with hundreds of thousands of intertwined restrictions—is enough to make any living being shudder.

"I thought that being the first to arrive here would give me a significant advantage. But I never expected that such a formidable barrier would stand in my way."

Qin Feng frowned deeply. "Breaking these restrictions will require a lot of time. In that case, my biggest advantage of time will be completely lost."

He knew perfectly well that those geniuses of all races who had no map, though slow, would eventually find this place.

It could take anywhere from ten to several decades for them to arrive. By then, I'm afraid I won't even be able to crack one percent of this restrictive matrix.

At that time, the situation will return to square one, and may even be more disadvantageous for him, who is all alone.

With that in mind, Qin Feng no longer hesitated.

Instead of wasting time worrying about gains and losses, take action immediately.

He found a relatively safe corner, sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes slightly, and his vast, sea-like golden-red spiritual power instantly split into hundreds of millions of thoughts, which began to frantically analyze and deduce the nearest restriction in front of him.

Time slowly slipped away amidst the tedious and perilous task of solving the puzzle.

One year, two years, five years...

Inside the main hall, all was silent, except for the occasional flash of light from the fragments of the ancient bell, which illuminated Qin Feng's motionless figure, like a sculpture.

In the blink of an eye, ten years have passed.

On this day, at the entrance of the main hall, a slight ripple appeared in the space, and a figure exuding a chilling aura quietly appeared.

It was a fluid being composed entirely of liquid metal, none other than Shui Mo, the pride of the Holy Spirit Water Clan.

As soon as he entered, he also felt that terrifying kingly majesty, and his body twisted violently before he could barely adapt.

His gaze swept across the entire area, and he immediately spotted Qin Feng sitting cross-legged in the corner, as well as the fragments of the Ancient Luo Bell floating in the center.

A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by seriousness.

Clearly, he also sensed the terrifying restrictions that permeated the entire space.

Shui Mo neither made a move nor uttered any sound.

He glanced at Qin Feng for a moment, then sat down cross-legged in another corner and began breaking the restriction as well.

In the following years, new figures arrived one after another.

A skeletal undead creature engulfed in eerie green soul fire, wielding a massive scythe, its every step seemingly treading on the heartbeats of all living beings—this was none other than the undead prodigy codenamed "Death Knell" on the Hidden Dragon Ranking.

A mechanical warrior, tens of kilometers tall and forged from countless intricate components and divine metal, with cold electronic eyes flashing with an all-knowing red light, was Qin Feng's nemesis, the mechanical race's prodigy "Wild".

……

Finally, when the last of the myriad races' prodigies arrived, including Qin Feng, there were exactly thirteen beings gathered in the main hall, no more and no less.

Aside from Wild, Water Mo, and Deathstroke, who are the three on the Hidden Dragon List, the other nine are all top-tier prodigies in their respective clans.

As for those who did not attend, they have vanished forever into the endless restrictions and mechanisms of the Ancient Luo King Ruins, becoming part of this ruin.

Thirteen top geniuses from different races, who should have been mortal enemies, were strangely maintaining a tacit understanding.

No one made the first move, and no one acted rashly.

the reason is simple.

Firstly, within this restrictive matrix rife with deadly traps, any violent energy fluctuation could trigger a catastrophic chain reaction.

Once war breaks out, it is highly likely that no one will be able to leave alive, and they will ultimately suffer the same fate as that human ancestor.

Secondly, and most importantly, the current restrictions are simply too vast and too complex.

Everyone knows that it is a pipe dream for any one person to crack it in a short period of time.

That would be an astronomical number, measured in "hundreds of thousands of years".

None of them have that much time to waste here.

Thus, a delicate, fragile peace enveloped the entire hall.

Shui Mo, the prodigy of the Holy Spirit Water Clan, twisted his body, which was made of liquid metal, and finally transformed into a tiny form similar in size to a human. He slowly spoke, breaking the deathly silence that had lasted for several years.

"Everyone."

His voice wasn't loud, but through precise fluctuations of mental energy, it clearly entered the minds of every living being present.

"Everyone is probably aware of the strength and complexity of the restrictions placed here."

If we continue to fight alone, each of us individually, none of us will be able to break through this restrictive formation within an acceptable timeframe.

Shui Mo's gaze slowly swept across the entire scene, from Wild's cold mechanical body to Deathstroke's burning soul fire, and finally landed on Qin Feng.

Time is incredibly precious to both of us.

Rather than wasting thousands of years here in this pointless infighting, why don't we temporarily set aside our differences and grudges and work together?

His proposal was groundbreaking, yet perfectly reasonable.

"I propose that all living beings present work together, pooling all their wisdom and strength to focus on breaking this restrictive matrix."

Once the road to the Ancient Bell is fully opened, we will each rely on our own abilities to vie for the ultimate ownership of this opportunity. What do you say?

After he finished speaking, the hall fell silent once again.

The many prodigies looked at each other, their eyes filled with scrutiny.

Cooperation? Cooperation with these mortal enemies who could stab you in the back at any moment?
This sounds like a joke.

However, no living being can deny that this is the only and most effective solution at present.

Wild's enormous mechanical head turned slightly, its red eyes flashing rapidly, clearly indicating that it was conducting a complex analysis of the pros and cons.

Deathstroke remained silent, but the flickering flame of his soul burned even brighter than before, as if he were considering the possibility of the proposal.

In the end, it was a few prodigies from powerful clans who were used to all kinds of complex situations who took the lead in expressing their agreement by nodding slightly.

The risks are enormous, but compared to being trapped here and wasting hundreds of thousands of years, it's worth the risk.

With a leader in place, the remaining prodigies also made their own decisions.

They were all determined and ruthless individuals, and they quickly grasped the key to the matter.

Before the restrictions are broken, the risks of launching a sneak attack far outweigh the benefits. No one can guarantee that they can escape unscathed from the chain reaction of the restrictions after a successful attack.

Once the restriction is broken, everyone can go all out without worrying about the risks it poses.

Therefore, a temporary alliance based on absolute rationality and common interests became possible.

In the end, all eyes were on Qin Feng.

Qin Feng slowly opened his eyes, his deep gaze calm.

He never expressed any objection from beginning to end, because he knew better than anyone that Shui Mo's proposal was correct.

Qin Feng nodded slightly, indicating his agreement to the plan.

Seeing that everyone had reached a consensus, Shui Mo spoke again: "In that case, let's begin. We will each take charge of an area according to our positions and advance simultaneously to avoid energy conflicts."

Thus, these thirteen peerless geniuses from the pinnacle of all races reached a temporary agreement in the palace of the king-level expert.

They dispersed, finding their own places, and their immense spiritual power and energy began to surge simultaneously towards the vast, star-like restrictive matrix with an unprecedented tacit understanding.

……

Time lost its meaning within the main hall of the ancient Luowang Ruins.

There is no alternation of day and night, no rotation of stars, only the broken ancient bell suspended in the center of the hall, and hundreds of thousands of restrictions surrounding it, as dense and shimmering as a galaxy.

The concept of time is stretched into a monotonous and prolonged torment, with the only measure being the slowly fading glow of the forbidden light.

A thousand years have passed in the blink of an eye.

For the dozen or so geniuses of various races in the hall whose lifespans are often in the tens of thousands of years, this thousand years is nothing more than a small ripple in their cultivation journey.

However, this was an extremely oppressive and bizarre millennium.

There was no communication, no words, and not even any unnecessary eye contact.

Thirteen figures were scattered in various corners of the main hall, like thirteen silent statues.

A fragile and dangerous balance was maintained between them, a temporary alliance built on shared goals and mutual distrust.

Each being pushed its spiritual power to the limit, cautiously extending its tentacles to merge with the power of other prodigies, jointly analyzing, dismantling, and dissolving the intricate restrictions imposed upon the King.

This is a process that is both extremely meticulous and extremely tedious.

Each restriction contains the Daoist essence unconsciously released by the Ancient Luo King during his cultivation. Even a trace of it is like an insurmountable barrier for them, who are at the galaxy level.

They dared not make the slightest mistake. Any loss of control over their power could trigger a chain reaction throughout the entire restricted area. At that point, forget about seizing the treasure; even leaving behind a complete corpse would be a pipe dream.

Qin Feng sat cross-legged beneath a broken stone pillar, his eyes closed. His golden-red spiritual energy, like the most precise carving knife, moved through the complex structure of the restrictive runes.

Throughout the millennia, he has never relaxed for a moment.

This thousand-year cooperation was also a thousand-year period of observation and speculation. He could clearly sense the seemingly gentle yet all-pervasive mental fluctuations of "Shui Mo," the pride of the Holy Spirit Water Clan, which contained a terrifying power of assimilation.

He could also sense the cold, deathly spiritual power of the undead "Deathstroke," a power that seemed capable of stripping away all life, and every contact with it sent shivers down his spine.

The "wildness" of the machine race is like a tireless supercomputing hub. Its mental power presents an absolutely rational matrix structure, breaking the restrictions with optimal efficiency, without the slightest emotional fluctuation.

The remaining nine prodigies from all races also displayed extraordinary methods and profound knowledge, none of them being weak.

Qin Feng was on high alert.

He knew that this seemingly calm cooperation was actually the calm before the storm.

Everyone was like a tightly wound hunting machine, just waiting for the moment when the last shackle was removed.

A thousand years have passed, and today they have come to an end.

"Om-"

With a soft hum that seemed to come from the ancient wilderness, the last wisp of restrictive spiritual light surrounding the fragments of the Ancient Luo Bell flickered violently a few times, like a candle in the wind, before finally dimming and dissipating completely.

In an instant, the suffocating pressure of being granted the title of king that had enveloped the entire main hall was suddenly released like a punctured balloon.

All the prodigies felt a sense of lightness throughout their bodies, as the power that had been suppressed for thousands of years surged and boiled within them once more, and a long-lost feeling of overwhelming power returned.

The feeling of ease lasted for less than a ten-thousandth of a second.

"kill--"

A furious roar shattered the thousand-year-old silence of the main hall.

A primal figure resembling a bull, covered in a layer of lava-like keratin, with bloodshot eyes, was the first to move.

Without the slightest hesitation, his golden spiritual power transformed into a solid shockwave, carrying an aura of annihilation, and headed straight for the fragments of the Ancient Luo Bell a hundred miles away!

However, while he was quick, someone was even faster!
"Crash-"

Suddenly, the entire magnificent hall resounded with the sound of towering waves.

The water spirit of the Water Clan, its amorphous body instantly expanded and exploded, transforming into a boundless deep blue ocean that filled every inch of the main hall in an instant.

field!

Qin Feng's heart sank.

This is not a simple water-based killing method, but a prototype of a higher-level domain!
Within this vast, deep blue ocean, the space became viscous and heavy, and the movements of all non-aquatic creatures were greatly hampered, as if they were trapped under the terrifying water pressure of the deep sea.

However, Shui Mo's figure can instantly appear at any location within the domain using any drop of seawater.

He trapped all his competitors in place, while his true form transformed into a streak of dark blue light, shooting silently and at incredible speed towards the Ancient Bell in the ocean he had created.

This move effectively nipped the ambitions of the vast majority of talented individuals in the bud.

But just then, a shrill sound of something tearing through the air rang out.

The withered skeleton of the undead "Deathstroke" had somehow come to grasp a massive scythe forged from stark white bones and solidified souls.

With a mere flick of his wrist, a pale white moonbeam, solid as a tangible substance, swept out.

Wherever this moonbeam passed, Shui Mo's deep blue domain was forcibly cleaved in two, as if Moses had parted the sea! The intense death laws contained within the moonbeam caused the seawater that constituted the domain to hiss and evaporate, making it temporarily unable to heal.

Immediately afterwards, the soul fire in Deathstroke's empty eye sockets surged, and several obscure and complex mental runes sprang from his fingertips, landing precisely on the ground around the Ancient Bell.

"Summoning of the Dead!"

The ground trembled, and several giant skeleton warriors, each a hundred meters tall, burst forth from the earth. Their empty eye sockets burned with the same soul fire as the Death Knell. With heavy steps, they crossed the split sea with the momentum of those who came later, rushing towards the Ancient Bell even faster than the Water Mo!
On the other side, the moment the mechanical race's domain appeared, countless defensive runes lit up on the surface of its massive mechanical body, offsetting most of the water pressure.

He did not rush forward. Within his head, which was composed of a super crystal brain, countless data streams were being refreshed at a rate of billions of times per second, calculating all the variables on the field and trying to find the optimal solution.

For him, this kind of competition that relies purely on the speed of individual bursts is indeed not the strength of the machine race at the galaxy level.

Only by advancing to the Black Hole level, mastering spatial knowledge, and being able to create a personal mechanical space to deploy billions of mechanical legions anytime, anywhere, will the mechanical race become a true natural disaster on the front lines.

The other geniuses from all races also unleashed their trump cards, employing all sorts of bizarre and powerful secret techniques and killing methods. Some burned their bloodlines, while others summoned rare treasures, all frantically attacking Shui Mo's domain, trying to grab a share of the spoils before the dust settled.

After a thousand years of silence, the entire main hall instantly transformed into a purgatory raging with energy and boiling with murderous intent.

However, amidst this chaos, the most dazzling and swift light suddenly erupted without warning!
"Crimson Gold Wings!"

Before Qin Feng's low shout had even finished, a pair of extremely gorgeous crimson-gold wings had already extended from the Extreme Power Armor on his back!

These wings are not physical objects, but are made of some strange energy containing black hole-level laws. They flow with molten golden light like the core of the sun, and each feather flashes with mysterious spatial runes.

This is one of the many treasures given to him by his master, the "Devouring King," at the coronation ceremony of the "Empire's Chief." It is a true black hole-level secret treasure, specializing in speed!

hum!
The moment the wings unfolded, the surrounding viscous seawater seemed to be instantly evaporated and dispersed by an invisible force!

Qin Feng's figure transformed into a pure, invisible streak of crimson-gold light, ignoring the barriers of space and tearing the battlefield apart with near-instantaneous movement!
too fast!
All living beings present, including the Watermoo and Deathstroke who had already gained the upper hand, could only catch a fleeting golden afterimage in their dynamic vision.

Qin Feng's speed has completely exceeded the limits of their comprehension and reaction!

The skeleton warriors summoned by the Deathstroke, who seemed to be the closest to the Ancient Bell, were as slow as snails in front of Qin Feng.

The speed boost brought by a black hole-level treasure is a dimensional reduction attack.

Although the main hall was spacious, the straight-line distance from where they broke the seal to the Ancient Luo Bell was no more than a hundred miles.

This distance is not even a "moment" for Qin Feng, who has activated his crimson golden wings; it is a process that needs to be calculated using more microscopic units of time.

Just as Shui Mo's consciousness began to perceive the golden light, Qin Feng's hand had already touched the cold, rough surface of the Ancient Luo Bell fragment.

"not good!"

For the first time, a violent tremor, resembling "horror," appeared on the face of the water-like creature, Mona.

"Qin Feng! He got the Ancient Bell!"

This sharp mental roar caused all the geniuses who were engaged in fierce battle to freeze in their tracks, and then erupted in shock, anger and panic far exceeding what they had felt before.

What they feared was not Qin Feng, but Qin Feng's identity, and the human Marquis-level expert who was currently guarding outside the Ancient Luo King Ruins!
If the Ancient Luo Bell were obtained by other geniuses of the myriad races, there would still be room for them to fight and plunder.

But if it falls into the hands of Qin Feng, the chief of the human race with impeccable credentials, it means that this competition has already ended prematurely!
Once Qin Feng obtains the treasure and runs away from the Ancient Luo King Ruins, who would dare to hunt down the Empire's Chief under the nose of a human Marquis-level expert?

That's not seizing an opportunity, that's courting death!

At that time, the powerful Marquis will definitely not hesitate to take action and kill them all on the spot!

Putting aside the mission rewards, the Ancient Luo Bell fragments themselves, as a former treasure of a king, are valuable enough to drive any star system-level powerhouse crazy!
"Stop him!"

"We must not let him take it away!"

In an instant, all the prodigies reached a new tacit understanding.

The twelve figures who were just fighting each other suddenly changed all their attack directions and unleashed their strongest killing techniques without reservation at Qin Feng, who had just touched the Ancient Luo Bell!
Beams of light, runes inscribed with malevolent curses, and divine blades that slice through space...

The furious attacks of the twelve prodigies converged into a dazzling torrent of death, instantly sealing off all of Qin Feng's escape routes.

Faced with a concentrated barrage of fire capable of instantly evaporating even experts of the same level, Qin Feng made a decision that surprised everyone.

He neither dodged nor avoided, neither blocked nor retreated!

Qin Feng did not choose to turn back, because he knew that any delay would cause him to miss a golden opportunity.

He poured all his faith and strength into his foundation of Tao!

"The Undying Tower!"

A roar originating from the depths of his soul suddenly appeared from Qin Feng's body, and a magnificent, ancient phantom tower, ten million light-years high, emerged from his body, firmly protecting him in the center.

This tower is no longer pure gold.

After being bathed in the baptism of the Bodhi flowers, the pagoda presents an incomparably noble color, as if it were cast from divine blood and gold, a blend of gold and red.

On the tower, countless mysterious runes flowed endlessly, exuding an aura of eternity and immortality.

boom--!
The torrent of death collided squarely with the golden-red, immortal tower.

Click... click click click...

A crisp, clear sound, like shattering glass, echoed continuously in Qin Feng's soul.

His proud and indestructible tower was instantly covered with spiderweb-like cracks when attacked by twelve top geniuses of the same level!
An unimaginable force of recoil passed through the Immortal Tower and struck Qin Feng's body directly.

"puff--"

Qin Feng suddenly spat out a mouthful of golden blood mixed with fragments of internal organs. His face instantly turned ashen, and his aura became extremely weak.

But his eyes, burning with flames, were fixed on the ancient Luo Zhong before him. The determination and madness in his eyes made the geniuses of all races in the distance tremble.

He held on!

Thanks to his golden-red quality Dao foundation enhanced by the Bodhi Flower, he managed to withstand this fatal blow!
Just before the tower was about to collapse, Qin Feng exerted force with his fingers, instantly storing the incredibly heavy fragment of the Ancient Luo Bell into his subspace storage unit.

Treasure obtained!

"go!"

Qin Feng had only one thought in his mind.

He endured the excruciating pain that felt like his soul was being torn apart, frantically urging his nearly depleted crimson-gold wings to turn around and rush out of the main hall, which was fraught with danger, along the route he had come from.

However, at this moment.

Rumbling--

The entire space where this ancient Luo King Ruins is located began to tremble and shake violently!
At the same time, countless long-dormant restriction patterns appeared on the dome, walls, and floor of the main hall, like ancient chains that had been activated, bursting forth with destructive light.

The main hall began to collapse, and the space shattered like a broken mirror.

A vast, boundless, and utterly irresistible invisible force, like the maw of a giant beast, instantly enveloped and tore at Qin Feng's body.

The scene before his eyes twisted and spun rapidly, finally transforming into a pure, blinding white light.

When the other geniuses of the myriad races recovered from the shock, Qin Feng's figure, along with the terrifying power that caused the space to collapse, had already vanished from the spot.

All that remained was a main hall rapidly crumbling, and the complex expressions on their faces—a mixture of helplessness, resentment, and relief.

……

White.

A pure, unblemished, boundless expanse of white.

There are no ups and downs, no directions, no passage of time, and not even the concepts of matter and energy.

This is a strange space between existence and nothingness, as if it were the depths of the mind of some great being.

Qin Feng regained consciousness from a brief period of confusion.

He found that his body was completely unharmed, and the severe injuries he had suffered seemed like a dream.

But he could clearly sense that the fragment of the Ancient Bell that he had stored in the subspace storage unit was lying quietly inside, proving that everything that had happened before was not an illusion.

As he cautiously surveyed his surroundings, light and shadow gradually coalesced in the white space before him, slowly outlining a blurry humanoid silhouette.

Qin Feng couldn't see the face of the illusory figure clearly, as if it were shrouded in an eternal mist.

But he could clearly see that behind the phantom, a pair of enormous wings made of holy light were unfurling.

An aura of majesty, far surpassing that of galaxies, black holes, and even domain lords, and as vast as the primordial universe, emanated from the phantom.

This aura of authority was not aggressive, yet it instinctively instilled a sense of awe and insignificance in Qin Feng's soul.

"Human race..."

An ancient and calm voice rang out.

The sound did not travel through vibrations, but resonated directly within Qin Feng's mind and deep within his soul.

"I am the Ancient King."

The illusory figure spoke softly, each word seemingly carrying the weight of an entire world.

"This is the last spiritual imprint I leave in this world, and soon... it will be completely exhausted."

Qin Feng was deeply shocked. He forcibly suppressed the turmoil in his heart and listened quietly.

"Humanity,"

The phantom of King Guro seemed to "look" at Qin Feng, its gaze seemingly piercing through time and space, seeing through all his past. "I can sense that you have done good deeds with the Feather Clan civilization."

You carry within you a trace of the winged race's kindness.

Feathered Clan?

Qin Feng's thoughts raced. He recalled that long ago, he had helped a winged civilization by killing a winged cultivator who had been corrupted into a Khorne demon, and afterwards he left behind some cultivation knowledge.

That was just a trivial matter in his long martial arts career, which he had long forgotten. He never expected that it would be mentioned by this powerful Feather Clan king who had fallen countless years ago.

"Are you willing to inherit my mantle? To possess all my ancient Luo weapon-forging techniques?"

The phantom's voice carried a hint of barely perceptible expectation.

"If you are willing to help me avenge myself, then I will give you all the remaining resources and the complete inheritance of my mantle."

I sealed them away somewhere in the universe.

"In addition, I can also give you the method of using this remaining fragment of the Ancient Bell, so that you... can briefly activate some of its power."

The phantom silently "watched" Qin Feng, awaiting his answer.

Qin Feng fell silent.

The complete legacy of a powerful king, and the resources he accumulated throughout his life!
What an incredible opportunity!
It's enough to drive any domain lord, or even a marquis, crazy!
But in contrast is the enemy of a powerful king.

The being capable of slaying the Ancient King must possess unparalleled power, far beyond what he could currently comprehend.

This is a choice where opportunity and risk coexist to the extreme.

A moment later, Qin Feng raised his head, and the hesitation in his eyes turned into determination.

The path of martial arts is inherently defying the heavens. Without the determination to overcome all obstacles and forge ahead, how can one reach the pinnacle?

He nodded solemnly to the illusory figure: "I do."

"Um……"

King Guro seemed to let out a satisfied sigh.

"The one who will kill me is the Golden Emperor. He is a star-gazing behemoth, a race of golden-armored behemoths."

"If you become an emperor in the future, you can use my token to avenge me. If... you really don't have the strength, then give up. But you must pass on my mantle completely to the Feather Clan Empire."

"In addition, all my remaining resources, as well as the secret techniques of weapon forging that I have devoted my life to, are sealed deep within the 'Furnace Village'."

"The coordinates of Luxiang are..."

King Guro's voice slowly uttered an incredibly complex stellar coordinate system that spanned several cosmic quadrants.

After speaking, a wisp of light condensed at the tip of the phantom's finger, and a golden page shimmering with the light of profound laws appeared out of thin air in front of Qin Feng.

It was the very same cosmic artifact that Qin Feng had once seen—the "Contract".

Without hesitation, Qin Feng immediately separated a wisp of his original spiritual imprint and deeply engraved it onto the golden contract paper.

The contract instantly ignited, transforming into a stream of light that entered his body, signifying the formal establishment of an agreement witnessed by the very origin of the universe.

"it is good."

The illusory figure nodded, then extended its finger again and pointed it at Qin Feng's brow from afar.

A dazzling stream of light shot out instantly, transforming into an indescribable, vast torrent of information that surged into Qin Feng's mind.

Those were detailed structural diagrams and driving runes of the fragments of the Ancient Bell.

"With your current strength, you can activate the Ancient Bell for a moment..."

"Remember our promise..."

After doing all this, the phantom of King Guro became even dimmer and more transparent, as if it might dissipate into the wind at any moment.

His imposing figure, carrying a hint of relief and a hint of expectation, gave Qin Feng one last deep look.

Then, like ice and snow under the sun, it turned into billions of points of light and slowly dissipated into this pure white space, leaving no trace.

A king has vanished forever.

(End of this chapter)