High Martial Arts: Liver Becomes the Master of the Universe

Chapter 262 Two Thousand Years Pass in a Flash! Advancing to a Black Hole-Level Life Form! Qin Feng's Strength Soars, Learning Secret Techniques!

The moment that precious galaxy-level metal was discovered by numerous covetous individuals, Qin Feng's figure flashed like a golden lightning bolt tearing through the dark universe, striking fiercely.

His goal was crystal clear—that piece of glassy metal, which seemed to contain the dreams of billions of stars, the "other half" that was so closely connected to his own life.

The metal was the size of a small planet, and its entire body had a dreamlike color that was indescribable. Within the glass-like crystal, it seemed that countless rays of light were slowly flowing, appearing and disappearing.

It floats silently in the torrent of the Twin Rivers, and the psionic energy it emits is like a blazing sun in the night for galaxy-level beings, full of deadly allure.

At this moment, more than a dozen beings of various star system-level races were gathered around this strange metal, maintaining a fragile standoff with each other.

Greed and vigilance intertwined in their eyes; everyone wanted to possess it, but no one wanted to be the one targeted and attacked.

Their presence stirred up the surrounding cosmic dust, creating a chaotic and oppressive force field.

However, this delicate balance was completely shattered by Qin Feng's arrival.

"Get out or die!"

A chilling divine thought, like a cold wind from the depths of hell, swept through the consciousness of all the living beings present.

Qin Feng stepped out from the void, without concealing his aura.

The foundation of the [Undying Tower], which spans ten million light-years and has reached 91% of its progress towards the "Eternal Singularity," projected an unparalleled majesty invisible to the naked eye behind him.

The golden-red spiritual energy was as fiery as lava and as immortal as divine metal. The mere manifestation of its aura caused the dozen or so galaxy-level beings to feel a tremor originating from the level of life itself.

They saw Qin Feng wielding a dark gold spear called Devouring Star, and wearing a set of blue-gold power armor full of violent beauty called Limit.

His face was expressionless, and his eyes were as calm as a black hole about to devour everything.

"Humans? You're asking for death!"

"A mere galaxy-level being dares to be so arrogant!"

"Attack him together, kill him first!"

After a brief moment of shock came an even more brutal murderous intent.

Within the chaotic Twin Rivers, racial hatred and greed for treasure are amplified to an extreme.

The three closest alien warriors, whose appearance resembled a combination of a mantis and metal, were the first to launch an attack.

Their compound eyes gleamed with a cruel light, and their sharp forelimbs tore through the vacuum, creating three pitch-black cracks as they silently slashed toward Qin Feng's head, heart, and Dao Foundation core.

This is their clan's proudest combined attack method, enough to instantly kill opponents of the same level.

However, in Qin Feng's eyes, all of this moved as slowly as a still painting.

He raised the Star-Devouring Spear in his hand and then thrust it forward fiercely.

The Ninth-Level Killing Technique – "Opening Heaven"!
There was no earth-shattering roar, no dazzling brilliance.

There was only a single, extremely refined spear light, like the first ray of light at the singularity of the Big Bang, or like the first sharp edge that opened up the primordial chaos.

Where the spear tip passed, space was not torn apart, but rather directly "erased" by a more fundamental force, leaving behind an absolutely void, ever-spreading black trail.

The three pitch-black spatial rifts dissipated as if melting away ice and snow the moment they touched the spear's light, without even causing the slightest ripple.

The cruelty on the faces of the three mantis-shaped alien warriors froze instantly, replaced by extreme fear and disbelief.

Their bodies, along with their souls, spiritual power, and even all traces of their existence, were completely and cleanly erased from this universe by that seemingly ordinary spear light.

One shot, instantly killing three galaxy-level beings!
The viscous force field was still spreading, extremely terrifying, and it vaguely felt like it was forming a domain. This meant that Qin Feng's killing technique was almost perfect!

This terrifying scene plunged all the remaining restless creatures into an icy abyss, their greedy flames extinguished by a bucket of ice water, leaving only a bone-chilling cold.

They finally realized that the galaxy-sized human race before them was not on the same level of life as them at all.

This is a comprehensive and devastating crushing defeat.

Their galactic scale is the result of methodical accumulation.
Qin Feng's galaxy-level foundation is an unparalleled Dao foundation aimed at the "eternal singularity," and its strength far surpasses that of other Dao foundations by tens of thousands of times.

Qin Feng's [Undying Tower] is a tower that connects to eternity, and its golden-red spiritual energy quality endows him with a god-like and demonic aura.

These ordinary races before him were no match for Qin Feng in terms of the quantity and quality of their spiritual power.

The difference in the level of killing techniques is like heaven and earth.

Most of them used level eight killing techniques, and level nine killing techniques were rare. Qin Feng, however, used the level nine killing technique "Opening Heaven," which he had already cultivated to the point of mastery, only one step away from perfection!
The gap in equipment is like an insurmountable chasm.

For all these reasons, in front of Qin Feng, these ordinary galaxy-level beings are no different from ants.

Indeed, this was true. Qin Feng was, after all, the top scholar selected by the empire, and his combat strength at the same level was almost unmatched. His cultivation speed was also astonishing.

These myriad races, which don't even have a systematic cultivation system, are like clay chickens and earthen dogs in front of Qin Feng!

"escape!"

Someone let out a desperate roar.

The remaining dozen or so beings from all races had lost all will to fight. They frantically burned their life force, transforming into a dozen streaks of light and fleeing desperately in all directions.

Qin Feng remained expressionless, and the Star-Devouring Spear in his hand swung once more.

A spear flashed like a dragon emerging from the sea, catching up with a giant covered in rock armor. With a gentle tap of the spear tip, the rocky body, strong enough to withstand the annihilation of a star, shattered into pieces like a sand sculpture.

Another spear beam swept across, like a gazelle's horns hanging from a tree, leaving no trace.

The three ghostly beings who attempted to escape into the void were precisely cleaved in two by the spear's beam, their souls scattered, as soon as their forms became illusory.

Qin Feng strolled leisurely across the battlefield, his spear thrusting, parrying, sweeping, and slashing. With each strike, a galaxy-level expert was destined to fall.

The illusory image of the [Undying Tower] behind him became increasingly solid, its golden-red divine radiance shining brightly.

Within minutes, the once bustling battlefield became deathly silent.

More than a dozen galaxy-level beings from various races were killed by Qin Feng with a single spear.

In the vacuum of the universe, he was the only one left, silently floating before that dreamlike piece of glassy metal.

Qin Feng looked at his "other half" with a serious expression in his eyes.

He did not, as usual, urge the Star Devouring Spear and the Ultimate Power Armor to devour the strange metal containing enormous energy.

Qin Feng dared not gamble.

The rules of the Twin Rivers are too bizarre. No one knows how the will of the universe will judge if this piece of metal is devoured and transformed by the Heavenly Evolution Soldier.

Once determined to be "refined" or "disappeared," what awaits him may be the same fate as Blazing Flame—instant demise.

The safest way is to preserve it intact.

Qin Feng stretched out his hand, and a massive amount of spiritual power surged forth. He carefully placed the asteroid-sized piece of metal completely into his subspace storage unit.

After doing all this, Qin Feng finally breathed a long sigh of relief.

At least, my life is safe for now.

If others can't get it, I won't touch it either; this is currently the most perfect solution.

"Next, we need to find resources to officially break through to the black hole level."

Qin Feng had already decided on his next plan.

He spread his immense spiritual power, like an invisible giant net, instantly covering the vast space of several surrounding river basins.

He soon made a discovery.

Currently, only one twin mask has appeared in the Twin River, drifting with the current between sections 72 and 73.

The other one has vanished without a trace, its whereabouts unknown—whether it lies hidden in some subspace behind a black hole node or has yet to be ejected by the black hole.

Despite having only one mask, the river basin where it was located had been completely transformed into a blood-red battlefield.

Countless galaxy-level, half-step black hole-level, and even true black hole-level powerhouses are fighting frantically for that one in ten thousand chance.

The light from supernatural powers and secret treasures illuminated the starry sky as if it were daytime. Broken corpses and fragments of weapons floated along the river, converging into a veritable river of death.

Blood flowed like rivers, and countless powerful warriors fell one after another.

After all, no one can be sure whether the other twin mask will suddenly appear in this river basin at any moment.

Once the two masks come together, whoever can seize them simultaneously at the first moment will become the ultimate victor in this unprecedented opportunity.

Qin Feng quietly observed the devastating battlefield, his eyes as calm as still water.

He knew very well that with his current strength, if he rashly rushed into such a meat grinder, even if he could protect himself, he would have no chance of taking the mask.

Qin Feng withdrew his mental energy and stopped paying attention.

He moved along with the torrent of the Twin Rivers, silently advancing while seizing opportunities spewed from the black hole nodes.

Time flowed slowly amidst this silent plunder and slaughter.

The years that followed were like a fast-forwarded scroll painting, full of desolation and bloodshed.

Qin Feng's figure was like a lone boat on a river, yet also the most deadly reef.

He traveled along the river, from the eighth node to the ninth node, then to the hundredth node, and then from the hundredth node back to the first node, completing a full cycle.

During this long journey, his gun added tens of thousands more souls of all races to the dead.

Wherever he went, almost no one could stop the resources he set his sights on.

Of course, if he encounters a treasure that has been targeted by a black hole-level being, Qin Feng will not try to seize it, since his current strength is far from sufficient. Qin Feng is very clear about his own strength.

And so, Qin Feng crossed the Twin Rivers, ignoring the numerous precious objects spewed out by the black hole.

It possesses rare alloys sufficient to forge black hole-level weapons, massive resources capable of directly enhancing cultivation and consolidating one's foundation, jade slips recording ancient inheritances, array scrolls outlining spatial laws, and various powerful and diverse treasures.

Because Qin Feng's goal has always been clear.

What he mainly seizes are resources that can be quickly refined and transformed into his own strength.

He discovered that powerful secret techniques, arrays, and treasures often attracted fierce competition from true black hole-level martial artists.

Although his current strength is unparalleled among galaxy-level beings, there is still an insurmountable gap between him and a true black hole-level powerhouse.

On one occasion, near the core of a planet that had just emerged from a black hole and contained a pure spiritual energy field, Qin Feng encountered his old rival—Ye Luo, the son of the Stone Emperor.

At this moment, Ye Luo had already broken through to the black hole level!
He was surrounded by a divine radiance as thick as the universe, and with every move he made, he could manipulate the gravity of a star field.

In his battle against Qin Feng, Ye Luo displayed overwhelming strength.

Qin Feng's prized "Opening Heaven" spear technique was so powerful that it couldn't even completely break through the opponent's defenses.

In that battle, Qin Feng's Dao Foundation was almost shattered, and his Extreme Power Armor was covered with cracks.

If he hadn't acted decisively and used the extreme speed of the [Crimson Gold Wings] to plunge into the nearest black hole node and escape into subspace, he would probably have already perished at the hands of that Stone Emperor's son.

This crushing defeat gave him the most direct and profound understanding of the terrifying power of the black hole level, and also made Qin Feng even more eager to break through to the black hole level.

Another experience was even more thrilling.

At the critical moment, he stored a piece of sacred wood, which exuded a powerful life force, into his subspace storage unit.

The instant the sacred tree vanished, a powerful black hole-level being who had been competing with him suddenly and silently exploded before his eyes, turning into a sky full of blood and dust, and perished on the spot.

Qin Feng knew that the "other half" bound to this black hole-level powerhouse was the divine wood that he had just snatched.

This kind of situation is not unique to Qin Feng.

The same drama is playing out all along the Twin Rivers.

One second a powerful figure might be awe-inspiring, the next second he might be reduced to dust in the universe because his "other half" was taken away from billions of miles away.

What Qin Feng encountered was a microcosm of the struggle for survival of hundreds of millions of living beings in the Twin Rivers.

Furthermore, as time went by, news about the Twin Rivers and Twin Masks spread more and more widely.

The number of creatures that entered the Twin Rivers did not decrease due to the tragic casualties; on the contrary, it increased.

Among them were top geniuses from various powerful races, whose participation made this already chaotic treasure hunt even more bloody and brutal.

And so, two hundred years passed quietly amidst the daily battles, plundering, escapes, and cultivation.

Qin Feng, riding on his crimson-gold wings, had almost completed the cycle of one hundred sections of the river basin and returned to the entrance of the Twin Rivers once again.

Two hundred years of trials and tribulations have made his eyes more profound and serene, and his aura more restrained, like a peerless divine weapon hidden in its sheath.

His subspace storage unit has accumulated enough resources to allow him to reach the level of a black hole.

"Um……"

Qin Feng hovered outside the huge whirlpool at the exit, gazing at the still chaotic river, calmly planning in his mind.

"The battle for the twin rivers has reached a fever pitch, but the end is still a long way off."

What I need to do now is temporarily withdraw from the battlefield, go into seclusion to break through to the Black Hole level, conserve my energy, and maximize my strength.

"My advantage lies in having crimson gold wings and the ability to traverse subspace."

Once the two twin masks appear simultaneously, triggering the final battle, I can strike first, entering the subspace directly through the black hole node and rushing to its location at top speed to join the fray.

This is currently the safest and most likely to succeed plan.

He has accumulated enough capital; the next step is to transform that capital into real strength.

As for those beings who also accepted missions from the hostile cosmic will, Qin Feng had sensed their presence several times over the past two hundred years.

Of them, the unluckiest, Blazing Flame, had already perished.

The rest, such as Wild, Neil, Watermo, and Tucker, were fighting in different sections of the Twin Rivers, frantically seizing their own opportunities, and had no intention of actively pursuing Qin Feng.

After all, the mission wouldn't officially begin until Qin Feng obtained the Twin Masks.

Struggling to target Qin Feng now would not only be pointless, but would also waste precious time and energy. It would be better to plunder resources within the Twin Rivers, improve oneself, and prepare for the final battle.

Qin Feng's gaze swept over the vast and chaotic river one last time.

His spiritual power pierced through endless distances, revealing magnificent yet tragic scenes.

In a region composed of shattered stars, the "Wild" Mech Race is battling a cosmic behemoth whose size rivals that of a star.

He transformed into a war machine towering ten thousand feet tall, with countless cannons roaring all around him. The torrent of energy was like a world-ending storm, striking the giant beast and causing it to roar repeatedly, its sturdy scales constantly shattering.

In another region filled with psychedelic nebulae, the Light Clan's "Neil" lightly tapped his fingertip, and countless rays of light condensed into a massive cage, trapping dozens of powerful alien prodigies within.

The light transformed into sharp blades, cutting silently. Inside the cage, blood rained down, yet he remained perfectly composed, not even the hem of his clothes disheveled.

Then there's "Tark," from the golden-armored behemoth race, who displayed the most primal and savage ferocity.

He didn't use any special techniques; he simply wielded his enormous claws, tearing apart meteorites and powerful opponents that blocked his path, along with their prized treasures, into the most insignificant dust in the universe.

Every scene is filled with a sense of vastness, grandeur, and magnificence.

These top geniuses who stand at the forefront of the Hidden Dragon Ranking each possess terrifying combat power far exceeding that of their peers; their battles are enough to make the stars pale in comparison.

Qin Feng silently took in all of this, his sense of urgency growing even stronger.

He stopped paying attention, withdrew his gaze, and chose to leave the Twin Rivers from the entrance.

As soon as he appeared near the teleportation platform outside the entrance, a being with two horns on its head and an aura at the peak of the galaxy level noticed him.

"Sir, have you just emerged from the Twin Rivers?"

The creature adopted a humble posture and cautiously stepped forward to ask, "I would like to inquire about some of the latest intelligence information regarding the interior of the Twin Rivers. I am willing to offer a pair of 'Blazing Flame Grass' in exchange."

"No."

Qin Feng simply uttered two words indifferently, without even glancing at the other person.

Before he finished speaking, his crimson-gold wings suddenly unfurled, and with a gentle flap, he transformed into an elusive golden streak, vanishing from his spot and disappearing into the vast depths of space.

He sped along until he arrived in the absolute silence of deep space, devoid of any signs of life, before Qin Feng finally stopped.

The distance from here to the Twin Rivers is just right.

Here, his mental power is just like a radar, constantly monitoring the situation in all the river basins of the Twin Rivers.

He could detect any unusual movement of the Twin Masks immediately and rush to snatch them away as quickly as possible.

More importantly, this place is remote and secluded enough that no living beings would come to disturb him, making it an ideal place for him to cultivate in seclusion and break through his limitations.

Qin Feng sat cross-legged, suspended in the cold vacuum.

With a thought, a massive amount of cultivation resources—enough to fill an entire galaxy—flowed out from his subspace storage unit, surrounding his body and radiating dazzling, multicolored light.

Then Qin Feng slowly closed his eyes and entered a wondrous state.

He multitasked, focusing part of his mind on his body, activating the supreme cultivation technique "Ten Perfect Hands," which had already reached its peak, and began frantically refining and absorbing the massive resources around him, transforming them into the purest energy to break through the black hole-level barrier.

The other part of his mind transformed into a boundless network of perception, constantly shrouding the distant, bloody, and chaotic Twin River, quietly waiting.

……

In the boundless depths of space, in a desolate region far removed from all shipping lanes, a figure sits quietly in meditation.

He was dressed in the simplest black robe, his aura completely concealed, as if he had merged with the surrounding darkness.

If one's mental strength is not strong enough, even if one passes by him, one would only regard him as an insignificant speck of cosmic dust.

That figure was Qin Feng.

He has stayed here since leaving the Twin Rivers two hundred years ago, and has begun his final sprint to reach the black hole level.

He retrieved a massive amount of resources from the subspace storage unit, which floated around him, forming a dazzling nebula composed of countless precious substances.

These resources were accumulated bit by bit over two hundred years, risking his life in the bloody meat grinder of the Twin Rivers.

The techniques of the "Ten Perfect Hands" were pushed to their limits.

Qin Feng's body seemed to transform into a bottomless vortex, greedily devouring the surrounding resource nebula.

Those rare minerals, energy crystals, and natural treasures that would make ordinary galaxy-level powerhouses ecstatic are now melting and decomposing at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into the purest torrent of energy that surges into his limbs and bones.

These energies were not used to enhance his physical body, but were transformed through the profound mysteries of the "Ten Perfect Hands" into pure and supreme spiritual power.

Within his spiritual sea of ​​consciousness, in that vast and boundless subspace, a colossal towering structure, its entire body shimmering with golden-red glazed colors—the [Immortal Tower]—was undergoing subtle yet profound changes.

The tower's volume, and its towering height of ten million light-years, have not increased in the slightest.

All the torrent of spiritual energy was used to fill and compress the interior of the tower.

This was an incredibly difficult process. The density of the Immortal Tower was already terrifying; every wisp of golden-red spiritual energy was as heavy as a mountain, tightly compressed together with almost no gaps.

Now, what Qin Feng needs to do is to force more mental energy into this structure, which is already close to its limit, pushing it to the extreme.

Time loses its meaning in this tedious and dangerous practice.

Qin Feng's mind was completely immersed in the tempering process of the tower.

He could clearly "see" that as new spiritual energy poured in, the pressure inside the tower was increasing exponentially.

The mental structures that form the foundation of the tower began to groan under the strain.

The golden-red tower's light became increasingly restrained, its color gradually shifting from a dazzling, glazed golden-red to an almost solid, dark golden-red.

This color represents that the energy density has reached a critical point where a qualitative change is about to occur.

Maintaining the size of the Immortal Tower while frantically increasing the total amount of spiritual energy within it is what increases its "density".

This final 10% increase in density is far more difficult than the previous 90%.

Even a one ten-thousandth increase requires a massive amount of resources and a long time.

The compression of mental energy is like forging divine iron; the closer it gets to the end, the heavier each hammer blow becomes, and the more negligible each step forward becomes.

Qin Feng's will was as firm as iron. He abandoned all distractions and devoted all his energy to this final refinement.

Meanwhile, during his long years of seclusion and cultivation, the Twin Rivers in the outside world had already undergone tremendous changes.

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

This cosmic wonder, which was originally only known among a few powerful individuals, has now become the focus of the 1300 star sector and even more distant star sectors.

A steady stream of creatures arrived from all directions, including many elites and prodigies from various powerful races.

The teleportation platform outside the Twin Rivers flashes with light almost every moment, sending wave after wave of beings filled with greed and ambition to this battlefield.

The situation on the battlefield is becoming increasingly complex.

Eight hundred years after Qin Feng went into seclusion, a massive fleet tore through space and appeared at the far end of the Twin Rivers.

It was a steel torrent composed of countless ferocious warships, and in the center of the fleet, a colossal metallic celestial body, its surface covered with cannon muzzles and rune arrays, was exuding a cold and savage aura.

It was an artificial moon, a war fortress of the orcs.

The orc army did not enter the Twin Rivers directly, but instead set up camp on the outskirts, forming a ruthless blockade.

They seemed to be waiting for something, or perhaps they were intimidating all forces.

Their arrival cast an even heavier and bloodier shadow over this already chaotic battlefield.

For a thousand years, the killings within the Twin Rivers have never ceased; on the contrary, they have intensified.

However, the legendary cosmic artifact, the "Twin Masks," is like a vague and ethereal phantom, never appearing simultaneously in the same river basin.

They are like two lovers who can never meet, drifting on their own tracks, stirring everyone's nerves, and turning this bloody struggle into an endless war of attrition.

……

The first thousand years of seclusion.

The resource nebula surrounding Qin Feng has been 99% depleted.

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, the density of that indestructible tower was finally pushed to its absolute limit at this moment!

It could no longer contain even the slightest bit of spiritual power.

The tower is entirely dark gold-red, as if a star about to die out is burning inside, with all the light and heat trapped inside by its terrifying density, unable to escape even a fraction.

The countless mysterious runes on the tower no longer flowed, but were completely solidified, imprinted on every inch of the tower's structure, exuding an aura of eternity and immortality.

When the limit is reached, it marks the beginning of a qualitative change.

In the universe, countless races, countless methods of cultivation, and myriad paths ultimately lead to the same destination.

At their core, they all revolve around the cultivation of vitality and spiritual power.

One of the ultimate goals of all spiritual practice is to build a foundation in the spiritual realm that can bear all knowledge and power—a spiritual singularity.

Having a mental singularity is like having a super terminal that can analyze, learn, and calculate infinitely.

Knowledge is no longer symbols that need to be memorized, but rather "data" that can be directly analyzed, absorbed, and made useful.

This is the common goal of all races in their cultivation, and the ticket to a higher level of life.

As for what path to take after reaching the black hole level, opinions vary widely. Even a powerful race like humanity has never had a unified answer; it is a realm that each strong individual must explore on their own.

At this moment, Qin Feng's path has reached this crucial juncture.

"Click——"

A crisp sound, seemingly emanating from the depths of his soul, exploded in his mind.

On the dark gold-red surface of that immortal tower that had stood for thousands of years, bearing his supreme foundation and all his spiritual power, a barely perceptible crack appeared.

This crack acted as a fuse, instantly triggering a chain reaction.

"Click! Click-click! Click-click-click—"

Numerous cracks spread wildly across the entire tower, centered on the first crack.

Countless runes flashed their last light as they disintegrated, before fading into nothingness.

The golden-red radiance could no longer be restrained by the terrifying density and burst forth from countless cracks, illuminating the entire subspace sea of ​​consciousness!

Immediately following was not an explosion, but a collapse.

A profound, inward-collapsed, great annihilation.

The towering, immortal structure, spanning ten million light-years, completely collapsed the moment it shone brightly.

Instead of disintegrating into fragments, it began to collapse madly inward under the influence of an irresistible, terrifying gravitational force originating from its own core.

The spire, the body, the base... everything, in a fraction of a second, is squeezed toward the very center.

Space is distorted, time is frozen.

Qin Feng's vast, sea-like golden-red spiritual power was completely compressed during this ultimate collapse, eventually converging into a single point in the subspace.

An infinitely small point with infinite density, from which even light cannot escape.

Singularity, condensation successful.

The moment the singularity was formed, a black hole of spiritual energy was born.

This black hole is different from the black holes in the material world. It does not devour matter, but rather information, knowledge, energy... Anything related to spiritual power will be instantly pulled apart and decomposed once it gets close, falling into that eternal darkness.

The Eternal Singularity!
This is the supreme foundation that Qin Feng forged over thousands of years with massive resources and great perseverance!

Almost simultaneously with the dramatic change in his spiritual consciousness, Qin Feng's physical body in the material world also experienced a tremendous surge.

First, his body surface began to exhibit a strange quality.

The surrounding light distorted noticeably the moment it approached his body, as if drawn by an invisible force.

Some faint light was even directly "absorbed" by his skin and disappeared without a trace.

His body seemed to have transformed into a miniature black hole, possessing the ability to devour everything.

This is not a metaphor, but a real change.

Every single one of his cells underwent a fundamental structural remodeling at the moment the eternal singularity took shape.

Cell density, strength, and energy conversion efficiency all surged wildly in an illogical way.

Secondly, there is a qualitative change in power.

An unprecedented, immense power surged from every corner of his body.

This power is hundreds of times more condensed and heavier than it was at the peak of the galaxy level before.

If the previous power was like rivers, then the current power is like a sea of ​​mercury, with every drop containing terrifying mass.

This is the terrifying feedback brought about by the eternal singularity.

"I see... Once the Eternal Singularity advances, it directly becomes a powerhouse among black holes!"

Qin Feng slowly opened his eyes, feeling the surging and roaring power within his body, and a sudden realization welled up in his heart.

He finally realized firsthand how the path he had taken differed from that of ordinary strongmen.

Ordinary black hole-level powerhouses have limited singularity size and quality. After advancing, they still need a long time to accumulate energy, temper their physical body, and learn knowledge in order to gradually become stronger.

However, relying on the supreme foundation of "Eternal Singularity," he directly skipped this long accumulation process.

His starting point is the endpoint that many black hole-level powerhouses might struggle to reach even after hundreds of thousands of years.

His strength comes from the most basic and fundamental numerical superiority!
Taking the powerful beings gathered in the Twin Rivers as an example, Qin Feng was confident that his current strength had surpassed that of 99% of the black hole-level beings present.

Perhaps only one or two old monsters who have been immersed in this realm for hundreds of thousands of years and have mastered countless powerful secret techniques and knowledge can stand against him head-on.

But even they only have an advantage in terms of skills and experience.

Once it comes down to a pure contest of strength and foundation, Qin Feng is absolutely confident that he can completely crush them!

boom--! ! !
An indescribable, terrifying pressure suddenly swept outwards from Qin Feng in all directions!
This oppressive aura was not intentional on his part, but rather a natural radiation resulting from the leap in his life level after advancing to the black hole level.

Wherever the oppressive aura passed, ripples spread through the space.

Countless meteorites and dust particles drifting in the universe were instantly crushed into the most basic particles under this pressure.

Outside the Twin Rivers, countless creatures that were sailing, on guard, or fighting each other all felt a shiver from the depths of their souls at the same time.

In their mental perception, a colossal black hole seemed to suddenly appear in that distant and desolate deep space of the universe.

The black hole exuded a terrifying aura that devoured and annihilated everything, like the ultimate celestial body in the universe. Just sensing its existence made their souls instinctively want to escape.

"A...a powerful being has been born!"

"What terrifying pressure! Is this a newly promoted Black Hole level? How can it be so terrifying!"

"Quick! Get away from that direction! That's definitely not an ordinary black hole!"

"It's probably that human prodigy! Damn it, human prodigies are all monsters after they advance to the Black Hole level."

Countless creatures on their journeys subconsciously adjusted their course, avoiding Qin Feng's location as if fleeing a plague.

Everyone knows that there, an unimaginably terrifying being was born.

Feeling the changes within himself and the reactions from the outside world, Qin Feng couldn't help but smile helplessly.

"Now, it has become a pure 'numerical monster'."

Qin Feng chuckled self-deprecatingly.

This feeling is amazing.

Qin Feng slowly stood up, and his body, which had not moved for a thousand years, emitted a series of crackling sounds, as his bones and muscles adapted to the new power.

He did not act impulsively despite his sudden increase in strength, nor did he immediately charge into the Twin Rivers.

On the contrary, his eyes were clear and calm.

Reaching the black hole level is only the first step.

His terrifying learning ability has only just been unlocked.

Qin Feng's spiritual power, like an invisible tide, once again enveloped the vast Twin Rivers.

As he observed the situation in Hanoi, he silently plotted his next move.

"The foundation is in place, but the means are lacking."

"The most urgent task is to transform this strong foundation into real combat power as soon as possible."

He still has several treasured skills to learn.

First, there is the method of cultivating the "Ten Perfect Hands".

This technique has always been his greatest asset in his rapid growth. Now, only the last and most profound chapter remains to be conquered.

Once he cultivates the "Ten Perfect Techniques" to perfection, his efficiency in analyzing and digesting knowledge will experience another qualitative leap, including his recovery ability.

Then came the Nine Spirits Origin Diagram, a gift from the Nine Spirits King.

It was a supreme secret technique that, even among black hole-level techniques, was considered top-tier, and its power was unfathomable.

Finally, there are the "Gura Hammer" and "Master Seal" from the Guro King's lineage.

These two secret arts are equally mysterious. One concerns the forging of weapons and the refining of secret treasures, while the other involves control and contracts. Both are extremely practical methods.

Qin Feng decided to continue his seclusion!
He intends to master these secret techniques to at least the basics, building his own skill system suitable for black hole-level combat, before entering the Twin Rivers.

Of course, this plan has one premise—if the twin masks appear simultaneously during this period, he will not hesitate to interrupt his cultivation and immediately take action to seize them.

He clearly distinguishes between primary and secondary matters.

……

Time continues to flow relentlessly.

The evolution of the universe is measured in billions of years; a mere hundred years is but a drop in the ocean.

For Qin Feng, who has already advanced to the level of a black hole, the sense of time has become increasingly blurred.

Five hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye.

With the terrifying analytical capabilities of the Eternal Singularity and his own profound understanding of the "Perfect Hand," Qin Feng finally overcame the last hurdle in this cultivation method.

When the last rune structure was successfully deciphered and integrated into his body, his entire aura changed.

A harmonious and all-encompassing Daoist aura slowly emanated from his body.

"Perfect Hand", a perfect ending!

The "Perfect Ten Hands" at its peak state has effects that can only be described as abnormal.

It not only retains all the basic functions, but also develops a core ability specifically for black hole-level powerhouses—significantly improving the efficiency of digesting and absorbing "knowledge" itself.

If previous learning involved reading books, now it's about digitizing the entire library and importing it into your brain.

With this perfect cultivation method as a foundation, Qin Feng's speed in learning other secret techniques increased dramatically once again.

Another five hundred years have passed.

With the help of the perfected "Ten-Complete Hand", Qin Feng successfully cultivated both the obscure and complex secret techniques, "Ancient Luo Hammer" and "Master Seal", to the entry level.

The Ancient Luo Hammer is a method of weapon forging. While weapon forging is currently useless to Qin Feng, he can use the Ancient Luo Hammer to overcome the various restrictions within the Crimson Gold Wings. Not to mention anything else, in the past five hundred years, while experimenting with and learning from the Ancient Luo Hammer, Qin Feng also broke through the thirty-six restrictions within the Crimson Gold Wings.

Now, activating his crimson-gold wings, Qin Feng's speed can even exceed several times the speed of light...

The "Master Seal" is a secret technique of mental power that can condense a mark with powerful binding and control abilities.

These two secret techniques greatly enriched his combat methods.

As for the most advanced technique, the "Nine Spirits Divination Diagram," Qin Feng also attempted to learn it.

However, the outcome forced him to temporarily give up.

The difficulty of this secret technique exceeded his expectations.

It is not a single killing move, but a complete and massive offensive and defensive system that involves the complex application of nine dimensions, including space, psionic energy, and mental power.

To even begin to understand it would probably take tens of thousands of years, and one wouldn't even scratch the surface.

"It's still too much of a stretch."

Qin Feng shook his head and decisively put it aside for the time being.

"My level nine killing technique, 'Opening Heaven,' is not yet perfected. I haven't even mastered the most basic 'domain.' It would be too much of a stretch to force myself to practice this level of offensive and killing techniques now."

You have to eat one bite at a time, and you have to go step by step.

After a thousand years of secluded cultivation, Qin Feng has gained a clearer understanding of his own strengths and weaknesses.

In terms of basic stats, he is already top-tier.

He has reached perfection in the auxiliary methods of cultivation.

He has also mastered the special secret techniques.

What he lacks most now is a suitable means of attack and a matching weapon.

"It's time to go back to the Twin Rivers again."

A sharp glint flashed in Qin Feng's eyes.

"The Nine Spirits Origin Diagram Secret Technique is too high-level and not suitable for the current regular combat. The Heaven-Opening Killing Technique is only a level nine killing technique, and even if it reaches the level of mastery, it is not enough. We need to grab some simple, direct, and powerful offensive secret techniques to use in the emergency."

"Also, Devourer of Stars and Limit should advance as well."

"I must seize more top-tier alloy resources to help them both break through to the level of black hole-level treasures. At that time, my overall strength will experience another huge boost."

Clear goals began to emerge in his mind.

He felt he was in better shape than ever before, with a clear mind, strong capabilities, and many trump cards.

He was not afraid of the "deathly difficulty" mission of the cosmic will; on the contrary, he was full of confidence.

As long as we follow the steps and proceed one by one, we may be able to obtain the "twin masks" and complete the mission.

If he succeeds and obtains the "Final Singularity" that transcends the Eternal Singularity, then Qin Feng might truly embark on a path to supreme invincibility.

In truth, none of the pursuers took Qin Feng seriously. After all, the mission required Qin Feng to obtain the Twin Masks, and if Qin Feng didn't get the Twin Masks, killing him wouldn't get them anything. So, apart from Ye Luo, the son of the Stone Emperor, no one targeted Qin Feng in the early stages.

This gave Qin Feng time to develop, and now they can no longer target him.

With that in mind, Qin Feng no longer hesitated.

With a swift movement, he transformed into a streak of light invisible to the naked eye, tearing through the dark cosmic space and once again charging headlong into the Twin Rivers, a cosmic spectacle that had raged for millennia and flowed with rivers of blood.

(End of this chapter)