High Martial Arts: Liver Becomes the Master of the Universe

Chapter 259 Seizing the Thunder Cocoon, Heaven and Man's Wrath, Qin Feng Ascends to the Myriad Races' Kill List, A Shocking Pursuit Unleashed!

"I know too little about Lei Xiang Mountain. I only have the information I looked up before leaving and the information that Master Sun sent me, but I haven't explored Lei Xiang Mountain at all..."

Qin Feng muttered to himself.

Suddenly, Qin Feng had a flash of inspiration.

He knows little about Lei Xiangshan, but some people know a lot about him!

Currently, the person who knows the most about Lei Xiangshan is not him, who has information about the human race, nor Neil, who has intelligence about the race, but Zhou Yu, who is inside the Lei Xiangshan cocoon!

As the successor of the Thunder Emperor, she knows the most about the Thunder Mountain, which was formed from the Thunder Emperor's corpse, and may even know some secret methods!

This is the corpse of the Thunder Emperor!
Qin Feng didn't believe there were no other hidden powers behind it; otherwise, the Thunder Emperor's corpse would have been taken away by other powerful figures long ago after so many years, and it would never have remained unharmed.

Qin Feng thought to himself, his mind racing, but he didn't make the slightest move.

He knew all too well that any slight abnormality at this moment could lead to a devastating blow.

At the summit of this mountain range formed from the remains of the Thunder Emperor, dozens of terrifying beings at the black hole level and half-step black hole level gathered together. Their spiritual will was like a materialized storm, stirring up every inch of space.

In such an environment, unleashing one's unique golden-red spiritual power to penetrate the lightning cocoon is tantamount to lighting an unprecedented lamp in the darkness, instantly becoming the common goal of all hunters.

Those old monsters who have been immersed in the laws of the universe for millions of years have incredibly sharp eyes. They can see the extraordinary quality of his spiritual power at a glance and discern the terrifying potential of his Dao foundation.

At that time, the so-called imperial succession will become secondary. He himself, this living "treasure" with an infinite future, will immediately attract the most insane greed and killing intent of all living beings.

By then, let alone rescuing Zhou Yu, it would be uncertain whether he himself could escape alive.

"We can't take the initiative; we can only be passive."

Qin Feng quickly devised a strategy: "The only way to break this deadlock right now is to establish contact with Zhou Yu inside the Thunder Cocoon. But the one who initiates this contact cannot be me."

He deduced that Zhou Yu, as an empire-recognized successor, must have been supported by a behemoth like the Thunder Battle Group, and his intellect and decisiveness were far beyond those of ordinary prodigies.

Now, with the continuous interference of the mental power of dozens of people of the same level or even stronger, the process of refining and inheriting the legacy will inevitably be hindered, and she cannot sit idly by and wait for death.

When she realized that she could not get out of the predicament on her own, seeking help from the outside world was the only option.

Among the myriad races' prodigies surrounded by wolves, the only ones who might lend a helping hand are their fellow human comrades.

“She will definitely try to contact me. What I need to do is to maximize the channels for receiving information so that she can find me as soon as possible and in the most discreet way.”

Qin Feng had made up his mind, but on the surface he still maintained the illusion of breaking the restriction.

He mobilized his spiritual power, but instead of condensing it into an aggressive form, he deliberately imitated other galaxy-level beings, dyeing it with a pure, unadulterated pale golden light.

This disguised mental energy, like a slender spider silk, extended from his body, carefully bypassing the domineering mental energy fields of those black hole-level powerhouses, and finally gently resting on the huge and solid outer shell of the lightning cocoon.

This thread of spiritual energy was extremely weak, mixed in with dozens of powerful spiritual torrents, inconspicuous, like a drop of water thrown into a raging sea.

It has no offensive or penetrating capabilities; it is merely a passive and purely "beacon."

At the same time, Qin Feng completely contained his true, vast, ocean-like golden-red spiritual power, surrounding it around his soul to construct a highly sensitive receiving network that only receives and does not send.

He was like a monitor sitting in a radar station, blocking all outward signals and using all his power to receive, quietly waiting for that faint but crucial "signal" that might come from inside the radar cocoon.

"Ten days."

Qin Feng set himself a deadline: "If Zhou Yu does not contact me or is unable to contact me within ten days, then this path is blocked. At that time, I will have no choice but to take a risk and forcibly seize the Thunder Cocoon with the extreme speed of the Crimson Gold Wings, and then plan for the next step."

This is a rational decision.

The longer the time drags on, the more restrictions on the outside of the lightning cocoon will be broken, and the greater the variables will become.

Ten days was the most appropriate waiting period he considered after weighing the pros and cons.

He calmed his mind, became completely silent, and transformed into the most inconspicuous black silhouette on this noisy mountain peak.

……

Time slipped away quietly amidst the tense standoff and cooperation.

At the mountaintop, tides of energy rise and fall.

Dozens of exceptionally talented individuals, including black hole-level beings like Neil and Blazing Flame, unleashed their vast spiritual power, like countless precise carving knives, carefully sculpting and analyzing the complex restrictions on the surface of the lightning cocoon.

An eerie "peace" permeated the air.

All living beings temporarily set aside their hatred and wariness towards each other, tacitly concentrating their power on one point.

Because they all understand that any infighting is foolish before cracking open this hard "eggshell".

On the first day, the lightning cocoon remained as stable as a rock, with only the surface lightning rippling under the impact of everyone's mental energy.

The next day, the cocoon remained silent, but the thunderstorms surrounding it became noticeably more violent, as if in response to the provocations from the outside world.

On the third day, change finally occurred.

Qin Feng keenly sensed that the energy fluctuations of the core—the purplish-black Undying Phoenix Lightning—that had been steadily entrenched inside the enormous lightning cocoon, suddenly became slightly disordered.

It was no longer as calm and reserved as before; instead, it began to exude an aura of restlessness and rage, like a ferocious beast that had been provoked, pacing uneasily in its cage.

"Zhou Yu's cultivation has been substantially affected."

Qin Feng felt a chill run down his spine.

This shows that the group's mental interference tactics are effective.

The constant external pressure has begun to shake the fusion process between her and the Undying Phoenix Lightning.

If this state continues, at best the fusion will fail, and at worst the mind will be lost, and the terrifying imperial will of the Undying Phoenix Lightning will backfire, resulting in death and annihilation.

The other powerful figures atop the mountain also noticed this, and their spirits rose even higher, accelerating their efforts to break the restrictions.

Greedy eyes were now undisguisedly fixed on the enormous lightning cocoon, as if they were looking at a priceless treasure about to come to fruition.

Qin Feng remained unmoved, but his vigilance had been raised to the extreme.

He knew that Zhou Yu's moment to retaliate, or rather, her moment to cry for help, was approaching.

Sure enough, another day passed.

As the fourth day arrived, numerous stars streaked across the mountaintop, their light piercing the darkness of the universe and casting a cold glow upon the mountain range formed from the remains of the Thunder Emperor. At that moment, an extremely faint yet incredibly clear mental fluctuation precisely followed the pale golden mental energy thread left by Qin Feng, silently flowing upstream and directly into the depths of his mind.

It was a clear, cold, and urgent female voice, carrying a hint of uncertainty and a last-ditch hope.

"Sir... are you a warrior sent by the Thunder Legion to rescue me?"

coming!

Qin Feng was startled, but he maintained a calm and composed demeanor on the surface.

Without the slightest hesitation, he quickly made a response in his mind.

If I were to explain now that I was sent by Sun Chantang, it would involve too many details and only waste precious time.

"Well... that's right."

He gave a vague but sufficiently affirmative answer.

To Zhou Yu, who was inside the Thunder Cocoon, this answer was like a ray of light shining through the abyss of despair.

Her mental state had clearly calmed down considerably, and she was filled with a sense of relief and deep gratitude for surviving the ordeal.

From Zhou Yu's perspective, the situation outside is crystal clear.

Surrounded by dozens of black hole-level powerhouses and top-ranked geniuses on the Hidden Dragon List, this kind of lineup would not necessarily bring any advantage even if a domain lord-level powerhouse from the Thunder Battle Group were to come in person. Moreover, the teleportation beacons here had already been destroyed in the previous domain lord war.

The human who responded to her had a cultivation level that was only at the galaxy level, according to the fluctuations in his mental energy.

A galaxy-level martial artist dares to venture alone into such a dangerous place, mingling among a group of black hole-level beings who could crush him at any moment, all for the sake of carrying out a rescue mission with a slim chance of survival.

What courage and responsibility that takes!
Zhou Yu immediately sketched out the whole picture in her mind: the higher-ups of the Thunder Battle Group learned that she was trapped, but the top experts were unable to arrive in time due to the rules.

So the warband issued an emergency mission, and this fellow clansman who happened to be training nearby resolutely accepted this almost impossible task. He physically traversed the boundless void and, after thousands of years, finally arrived here.

If you calculate the time, it's indeed about the same.

In an instant, Zhou Yu was overwhelmed with emotion.

She felt guilty for being imprisoned, but was deeply moved by the righteous act of this fellow clansman she had never met.

In fact, although her guesses differed from the truth, the core of the matter was the same.

Qin Feng did indeed come at the risk of his life.

If it weren't for Sun Chantang's entrustment and that kindness, he would never have stepped into the eye of this storm.

Zhou Yu had already exhausted all the resources within Lei Xiang Mountain. For him, this trip yielded no real benefit. If he succeeded, he would face endless pursuit; if he failed, he would perish.

This is a pure adventure, an adventure to fulfill a promise.

Of course, Qin Feng was not a reckless man.

He dared to come because he had his own trump cards and confidence.

His meticulous mind had already considered several options. If he judged in advance that things were not going to work out, he would not hesitate to retreat and return to the Universe City to bring the complete information about the place to Sun Chantang, so as to invite a true expert to come.

He wouldn't die in vain, but he also wouldn't stand by and watch Zhou Yu perish.

However, doing that might not be enough time.

At this moment, time was of the essence, and neither of them had time for pleasantries.

Zhou Yu's voice rang out again, speaking rapidly and getting straight to the point: "Thank you for coming! Time is short, so I'll keep it brief. Do you possess a speed-type black hole-level secret treasure?"

This is the most critical question.

Without a speed-type black hole-level secret treasure, all plans are just empty talk.

"Have."

Qin Feng's answer was concise and powerful.

"That's great!"

Zhou Yu's voice betrayed an barely suppressed joy as she quickly revealed her pre-prepared plan:

"The restriction they've just broken is actually a trap! It's not the protective layer of the Thunder Cocoon, but the last resort left by the Thunder Emperor."

Once this restriction is completely broken, it won't open the lightning cocoon; instead, it will instantly detonate the lightning essence accumulated over billions of years throughout Thunder Mountain!

"At that time, a terrifying thunderstorm will descend indiscriminately, its power enough to severely injure or even instantly kill an unsuspecting black hole-level powerhouse!"
This is the Thunder Emperor's final measure, a sacrifice to prevent his legacy from being stolen, and to take his enemies down with him.

"Most importantly, this thunderstorm has a unique characteristic: it will not attack the vessel of the Thunder Emperor's legacy, which is me and the thunder cocoon I am in."

All you need to do is retrieve the lightning cocoon the instant the barrier shatters, then escape at full speed! The lightning storm will clear away obstacles and hold off all pursuers!

Qin Feng instantly understood the core of the entire plan.

This was an astonishing feat, using the energy of the entire Thunder Emperor's corpse as a price to create a brief but absolutely safe escape window for the inheritor.

He immediately pressed for several key details: "How long can the thunderstorm hold them off? Can it break their mental lock?"

"can!"

Zhou Yu answered confidently, "Thunderstorms have an extremely high energy level, which will completely disrupt space and mental energy fields, and any mental energy imprint will be instantly erased."

They can't pinpoint your location!

Based on my estimation, even with the protection of a secret treasure, these black hole-level beings would be held back for at least ten seconds! Without such a treasure, they would perish instantly.

"Ten seconds..."

Qin Feng's eyes lit up.

Ten seconds is but a fleeting moment for ordinary people.

But for him, who has mastered extreme speed, ten seconds is enough for him to traverse an astronomical distance and completely disappear from the enemy's perception range if he cannot be locked on!
Escaping is a profound art.

The worst thing isn't being too slow, but being relentlessly pursued by the enemy using their mental imprint, no matter where you run, they can chase after you like a persistent leech.

Lei Huang's contingency plan precisely solved this most fatal problem.

As long as he can escape the initial encirclement, with the cover of the vast universe, he has countless ways to slip away unscathed.

"I understand."

Qin Feng responded in a deep voice, "After that, how long will it take you to complete your final transformation? Also, will storing the Thunder Cocoon in the subspace storage unit have any impact on you?"

"It can be absorbed. My evolutionary process is a self-contained cycle within the Thunder Cocoon, and it is unrelated to the external environment."

Zhou Yu replied, "I need at least ten thousand years to completely refine the Undying Phoenix Lightning and emerge from the cocoon. You just need to take the lightning cocoon out of the storage unit ten thousand years from now."

"Ten thousand years... okay."

Qin Feng nodded, then proposed another plan: "Since it can be stored in a subspace storage unit, can I directly use my permissions to remotely teleport you and the Thunder Cocoon back to the heart of the Human Empire? That would be the safest way."

"No!"

Zhou Yu immediately rejected the suggestion, her voice carrying a hint of solemnity, "Although you have activated remote access to the subspace storage unit, the teleportation process still has to pass through the subspace. The subspace today has long been infiltrated and corrupted by the power of the evil god."

Items like the Thunder Cocoon, which contain immense life essence and royal inheritance, are like the sun in the night in the warp, immediately attracting the covetous eyes of evil gods.

The consequences of being targeted are unimaginable. You simply need to place me in the storage unit and carry me with you.

Qin Feng understood and dismissed the idea.

Zhou Yu continued, "All the teleportation beacons on my body have been destroyed, making it impossible to locate me. If you can safely send me back to any human city in the universe, I, Zhou Yu, will repay this life-saving grace handsomely."

"It's my duty, so there's no need for thanks."

Qin Feng responded calmly, then changed the subject with a frank smile: "Of course, if you insist on giving it to me, then I can't refuse."

At this critical moment, these slightly lighthearted words eased Zhou Yu's tense mind, and she let out a very soft laugh, which contained genuine warmth.

"The debt of gratitude for saving my life cannot be measured by the words 'generous repayment'..."

She said softly, then her tone became serious again, "Alright, according to my perception, they will completely break through that trap barrier in seven days. You need to be fully prepared; the moment the barrier breaks will be your only chance to act."

"I am inside the Thunder Cocoon. After waking up this time, I will no longer be able to spare any attention to communicate with you or do anything. From now on, everything is up to you."

"Ah."

Qin Feng nodded slightly. The spiritual energy fluctuations that connected them quickly broke off and disappeared without a trace as Zhou Yu gave her last instruction.

The mountaintop returned to its eerie tranquility once more.

Qin Feng withdrew the disguised spiritual energy thread and focused all his attention back into his body, beginning the final preparations for the thunderous strike seven days later.

His heart pounded powerfully in his chest, and his blood flowed like mercury.

The indestructible tower within his body hummed softly, and the vast golden-red spiritual energy, like a volcano about to erupt, accumulated immense power.

His consciousness sank into the subspace storage unit to reconfirm the status of the black hole-level treasure "Crimson Gold Wings," ensuring that it could unleash its strongest power instantly.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Seven days is but a blink of an eye for these powerful individuals who often seclude themselves for thousands of years.

The atmosphere atop the mountain peak reached its zenith during these seven days.

All living beings could clearly sense that the last and most solid barrier light membrane on the surface of the lightning cocoon was becoming thinner and more fragile at a visible speed.

Fine cracks spread across the light membrane like a spider web.

The dawn of victory seemed to be shining on everyone's face.

Many creatures began to breathe heavily, and the greed and desire in their eyes almost materialized.

They maintained a subtle distance from each other, their taut muscles foreshadowing an impending bloody battle.

In their eyes, the imperial succession, which represents supreme glory and power, is already within their grasp!

...Several more Imperial Standard Time periods have passed.

Time seemed to lose its meaning atop Leixiang Mountain, each breath feeling as long as an eternity.

The dozens of Black Hole-level powerhouses and Hidden Dragon Ranking prodigies gathered here had their mental will highly concentrated, like a bowstring stretched to its limit, waiting to be released in an instant.

All eyes, all greed and murderous intent, were focused on the giant cocoon that floated silently, its entire body composed of blue-black crystalline lightning.

In this deathly silence of anticipation, a barely perceptible energy fluctuation, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, instantly rippled out in countless circles.

On the surface of the Thunder Cocoon, the last wisp of energy runes from the restriction that had taken dozens of powerful individuals three months to slowly wear away quietly vanished into the void, transforming into the purest ether particles and disappearing without a trace.

"It's open! The restriction has been lifted!"

A black hole-level powerhouse of the shell race, resembling a mantis, let out a sharp mental roar. The outline of the lightning cocoon was reflected in his compound eyes, which were filled with undisguised possessiveness.

"kill--!"

Someone lit the fuse, and in an instant, the entire summit of Leixiang Mountain transformed into a boiling sea of ​​energy.

"The Undying Phoenix Lightning! That is the legacy of the Thunder Emperor!"

"Whoever wins will glimpse the path to becoming an emperor!"

"Whatever I grab is mine!"

Greed is the most primal and powerful driving force in the universe.

Faced with the complete legacy of a fallen emperor, any temporary alliance or tacit understanding is as fragile as paper.

The Water Demon of the Holy Spirit Water Clan, with its black hole-level primordial core spinning wildly, unleashed endless azure seawater from the void, transforming into a gigantic hand that blotted out the sky and reached for the Thunder Cocoon.

For him, this legacy is the only shortcut to escape the predicament of racial poverty and reach the pinnacle of martial arts.

The Holy Spirit Fire Clan's blazing flames transformed his body into a blazing sun that incinerated all things; the intense light and heat distorted space, and his goal was equally clear.

Although they are incompatible, their desire for this opportunity is no different.

This is not merely a legacy, but an unparalleled asset that allows one to surpass the opponent and even devour their very essence.

Neil, the prodigy of the Light Clan, instantly disintegrated into billions of light points, transforming into a stream of light that could not be captured by the naked eye. It arrived first despite being behind, heading straight for the core of the lightning cocoon.

As the tenth-ranked figure on the Hidden Dragon List, he is backed by a powerful clan with a deity in charge, and his knowledge far surpasses that of ordinary experts.

He knew all too well how fatally attractive the principles of life creation contained within the Undying Phoenix Lightning were to him, who existed in the form of energy.

If he could comprehend even a fraction of it, he might even be able to break through racial barriers and achieve an unprecedented "Light God Body".

Tak, a member of the Golden Armored Beast Clan, unleashed a roar that shook the entire cosmos.

His enormous, star-like body did not charge directly. Instead, he opened his massive maw, and a jet-black beam of light composed of pure gravity burst forth, attempting to devour the lightning cocoon along with the surrounding space.

For their clan, the legendary imperial treasures left behind by the Thunder Emperor, and the potentially endless treasures, are the most tangible benefits.

The Wildness of the Machine Race, Ye Luo, the Son of the Stone Emperor, the Death Knell of the Undead Race... every prodigy, every powerful figure, unleashed their trump cards without reservation at this moment.

The brilliance of secret arts, domains, and treasures intertwined, forming a magnificent yet deadly apocalyptic scene.

Everyone's mental energy was like the strongest chains, firmly locking onto the seemingly within-the-box lightning cocoon.

However, just as all the attacks were about to touch the lightning cocoon...

The Thunder Cocoon did not open as they had expected, and not even the slightest energy fluctuation leaked out.

Instead, a violent will, originating from the entire Thunder Mountain and from the deepest part of the emperor's corpse that spanned the universe, was awakened with a roar.

hum-

An indescribable pressure descended.

It is not a psychological oppression, but an absolute "royal authority" originating from the level of universal laws.

It was as if the master of this starry sky had been awakened from his slumber by a group of ignorant ants, and had unleashed his fury.

On the majestic mountain of Leixiang Mountain, the thunder accumulated over millions of years was ignited at this moment.

Above the mountain peak, the endless thunderclouds that were originally just a backdrop suddenly lit up at their core, their light even surpassing that of a supergiant star a hundred light-years away.

Immediately afterwards, the endless lightning, no longer blue-black, transformed into a ghastly white color imbued with the meaning of destruction and end, pouring down like a celestial river bursting its banks!

This is no ordinary lightning; it is the wrath of the laws unleashed by the remnant will of the emperor!
Click!

A thin, pale bolt of lightning, disregarding the distance of space and time, struck precisely the armored race expert who had attacked first and was not protected by any black hole-level secret treasure.

His carapace, strong enough to withstand the intense heat of a star's core, was more vulnerable than the most fragile glass in the face of that lightning.

Without screams or struggles, his massive body, along with his immortal projection, was completely disintegrated and annihilated in an instant, his soul and spirit destroyed.

All that remained was a tiny, spinning black hole, frantically devouring the surrounding out-of-control energy and matter, becoming the only proof that it had ever existed.

one strike!
With a single strike, a true black hole-level powerhouse perished!

This terrifying scene was like a bucket of ice water poured over all the boiling heads.

"not good!"

"It's a trap! That restriction is a trap!"

Neil let out a roar of shock and rage. The light particles around him vibrated wildly, and a light shield composed of countless holy runes instantly formed, protecting him firmly.

Tucker reacted just as quickly, and a massive black and gold shield engraved with ancient beast patterns appeared out of thin air, blocking his way.

All the other geniuses and black hole-level experts were horrified and their souls trembled.

They frantically activated their respective defensive treasures or unleashed their most powerful life-saving abilities to resist the overwhelming, endless pale thunderstorm.

At the summit of Lei Xiang Mountain, what was once a battle for treasure instantly transformed into a brutal test of survival.

And in that most chaotic moment when all living beings were preoccupied with their own survival,

It's now!

Qin Feng, who had always remained hidden on the edge, as inconspicuous as a stubborn rock, made a move.

hum!
The ultimate power armor instantly covered his entire body.

His crimson-gold wings suddenly unfurled behind him, reaching their full potential, and crimson-gold flames burned fiercely.

A towering pagoda, tens of millions of light-years high, rose up behind him!

That is the indestructible tower!

On the tower, golden-red spiritual energy, representing a higher quality of spiritual power, spontaneously condensed into runes, flowing wildly like living things, exuding an aura of timelessness.

Qin Feng's figure transformed into a streak of red-gold lightning that tore through the pale white lightning curtain. His speed was so great that even Neil, the pride of the Light Clan, was taken aback.

Without the slightest hesitation, with a clear goal and a straight path, he crossed the chaotic battlefield in an instant and arrived at the side of the Thunder Cocoon.

Those pale lightning bolts, powerful enough to instantly kill a black hole, strangely bypassed Qin Feng when they approached within a hundred miles of him, as if he did not exist in this dimension.

Zhou Yu's intelligence was absolutely accurate!

Qin Feng stretched out his hand, and his vast golden-red spiritual power transformed into the gentlest yet most solid force field, firmly enveloping the enormous lightning cocoon.

He did not immediately store it in the subspace storage unit.

This was an extremely calm judgment—at this moment, he was still in the core area of ​​Thunder Mountain, and the Thunder Emperor's will had not yet dissipated. No one could guarantee that after "hiding" the Thunder Cocoon, the indiscriminate thunderstorms would change the "attack logic" and judge him as an enemy as well.

To be absolutely certain, he had to break out of this minefield of death by "carrying" himself through it!

"They're humans!"

The golden-armored behemoth Tucker roared from behind the black-gold shield. He had witnessed Qin Feng snatch the Thunder Cocoon as if it were nothing, and his eyes, which were larger than stars, were filled with disbelief and furious rage. "He's going to take the Thunder Cocoon!"

"It's Qin Feng!"

In the wild electronic eyes of the machine race, countless data streams refreshed wildly, instantly locking onto Qin Feng's identity.

"Qin Feng—!"

The voice of Ye Luo, the son of the Stone Emperor, was filled with rage.

"It's you again! You bastard!!"

The Water Spirit of the Aquatic Clan uttered the most vicious curse.

That's it again!

During the struggle for the Bodhi Flower at Suspended Mountain, the Stone Emperor's son was almost killed by Qin Feng, and the Bodhi Flower was also stolen.

Later, at the Ancient Luo King Ruins, Qin Feng, like a bird stalking a cicada from behind, seized the secret treasure of the King, the Ancient Luo Bell, leaving the three powerful beings of all races—Shui Mo, Kuang Ye, and Sang Zhong—dumbfounded!

Qin Feng is someone they must kill!

And now, on Lei Xiang Mountain, in the face of the imperial succession, history is repeating itself!

Wild, Nightfall, Water Mo, and Deathstroke, these four prodigies who had suffered greatly at Qin Feng's hands, now had bloodshot eyes and wished they could devour Qin Feng alive.

But they were pinned to the spot by the endless thunderstorm, and could only watch helplessly as Qin Feng's figure turned into a point of light and was about to disappear from their perception.

"kill--!"

"This damn thunderstorm!"

Neil roared in frustration as he tried to transform into a beam of light to give chase, but a pale bolt of lightning, a hundred times thicker than before, struck down with a deafening roar, causing his condensed light shield to shake violently and dimming the holy runes.

He was pinned to the spot, unable to move an inch.

This is the current situation shared by all the prodigies on the Hidden Dragon Ranking and the Black Hole-level beings.

They were like insects trapped in a spider web; the more they struggled, the more violent the lightning that bound them became.

One after another, mental imprints imbued with their furious will traversed endless distances, shooting towards Qin Feng like homing missiles, attempting to leave marks on him for later pursuit.

However, as soon as these mental imprints flew out of the core area of ​​the thunderstorm, they were precisely shattered one by one by the scattered lightning arcs on the periphery, and none of them were able to successfully land on Qin Feng.

And so, under the watchful eyes of the crowd and their impotent rage, Qin Feng, enveloped in a massive lightning cocoon, pushed the speed of his crimson-gold wings to their limit.

His speed was already approaching nine-tenths of the speed of light, and wherever he passed, even space itself rippled.

Soon, he broke out of the vast expanse of Lei Xiang Mountain and entered the cold, desolate depths of space.

Without the slightest hesitation, Qin Feng moved his mind and directly stored the Thunder Cocoon into his subspace storage unit.

Ten seconds.

From the moment he snatched the cocoon to the moment he was completely out of the thunderstorm's reach from Leixiang Mountain, it took exactly ten seconds.

In those ten seconds, he had flown an astronomical distance and plunged into a nearby nebula with an extremely complex field of spiritual energy, a natural hiding place.

At that very moment, the terrifying thunderstorm in the direction of Leixiang Mountain seemed to have exhausted its energy and began to weaken rapidly.

One after another, powerful auras containing raging fury, like primordial beasts unleashed from their sluice gates, soared into the sky from Lei Xiang Mountain and frantically pursued in all directions.

But Qin Feng's figure had already vanished without a trace.

Qin Feng did not stop, nor did he dare to stop.

He maintained the speed of his crimson wings at its limit, while the golden-red spiritual energy within the eternal tower millions of light-years behind him was rapidly diminishing at a visible rate, like the receding tide.

At the same time, the "Ten Perfect Hands" technique within his body was pushed to its limit.

The vast amount of rare and precious materials he had plundered and stored during his thousand-year voyage were now being thrown into the furnace like fuel, frantically refined, and transformed into pure spiritual energy to barely make up for the terrifying consumption.

This is a race against time, and even more so, an extreme squeeze of one's own inherent strengths.

And so, Qin Feng fled frantically for a month, heading in the predetermined direction.

A month of non-stop, extreme flying allowed him to traverse unimaginable distances.

But he knew that this was far from enough.

Those black hole-level powerhouses and the prodigies on the Hidden Dragon Ranking might have been lucky enough to find their way down this path, and those prodigies from top-tier clans might even have some unique methods.

However, Qin Feng has already used up nearly 70% of the resources he had stored.

The spiritual energy within the Immortal Tower is also nearing exhaustion.

He had to stop and resupply.

He stopped in front of a giant star that was entering its twilight years.

This star is tens of thousands of times larger than the Sun, but its light has dimmed and its internal energy structure is extremely unstable.

Without the slightest hesitation, Qin Feng plunged headlong into the core of the star.

Three days.

In just three days, under the overwhelming devouring efficiency of the "Perfect Hand", he devoured all the usable spiritual energy and psychic energy fields inside this giant star.

The star, which could have burned for millions of years, had its life cycle ended instantly by this absorption, turning it into a cold white dwarf.

If an ordinary martial artist wanted to directly refine a star, they would first have to spend a lot of time calming down the violent "spiritual energy field" inside the star. This process was extremely slow. However, Qin Feng possessed the Great Perfection Ten-Fold Hand, which was like a whale swallowing its prey. All the violent energy fields became as docile as lambs in front of him.

Qin Feng set off again, his spiritual power within the Undying Tower having recovered to its peak.

He once again activated his crimson-gold wings and began another month-long sprint.

Escape, replenish, escape again, replenish again.

This seemingly simple cycle became the sole theme of Qin Feng's long life thereafter.

He was like the loneliest cosmic traveler, tracing an endless path in the boundless darkness.

He traversed desolate, dead starfields, avoided dangerous spatial rifts, and even brushed past a massive fleet of migrating crystalline civilizations.

Time loses its meaning in this monotonous yet extremely tense escape.

One year, ten years, fifty years...

When Qin Feng finished devouring another star and embarked on his journey again, he habitually expanded his mental power to its limit, probing the desolate void behind him.

This time, his heartstrings, which had been taut for a century, finally began to loosen slightly.

a hundred years.

He was able to escape for a hundred years using such extreme methods.

Now he was certain that there were no pursuers behind him.

Whether it was spatial fluctuations or any other possible tracking markers, they have all been completely erased over the long course of a hundred years and countless complex spatial jumps.

He is safe.

Throughout his century-long escape, he never deviated from his original planned route.

He opened the star chart and recalibrated his position.

At his current cruising speed, the distance to the coordinates of the "cosmic wonder" told to him by his benefactor, Sun Chantang, is still about a thousand years away.

An endless sea of ​​stars unfolded before him. The road ahead was still long, but there were no more pursuers behind him.

"However, it seems that we have now intruded into the territory of some cosmic nation."

"The star systems ahead have already developed highly advanced civilizations and have ruled over countless star systems..."

"No, this might not be a cosmic kingdom, but rather the settlement of some race, like the human race's cosmic city..."

Qin Feng used his spiritual power to sense the distant galaxies, making guesses and analyzing whether he should take a detour.

(End of this chapter)