High Martial Arts: Liver Becomes the Master of the Universe

Chapter 298 The Holy Academy Trial! A Man Should Achieve Merit and Establish a Career! Lord of Limits!
Amidst the clamor, the awe, the reverence, and the curiosity... countless complex gazes are focused on one person.

However, Qin Feng, who was at the center of the storm, remained calm and composed, like an ancient well that had stood still for millennia.

Three thousand years of deep seclusion had already tempered his character to be as firm as a rock.

To him, external praise or slander is nothing more than dust on the path of spiritual practice, which he can easily sweep away without leaving a trace.

His high-profile actions, breaking three records in a row, were not to show off his strength or to gain empty fame. His purpose from beginning to end was only one thing—to conduct a final self-examination for the "Path of Limits" he was about to embark on, and to demonstrate to the higher-ups of the Holy Academy and his teachers the undeniable qualifications and strength to support his journey to the "Island of Death".

The test is now complete, and the results have even exceeded his own expectations.

The mastery of the 30 billion secret techniques, the mastery of the three major auxiliary disciplines, and the terrifying comprehension brought by the Dao foundation of the [Primordial Singularity] have enabled him to reach an unprecedented level of perfection in the combination of theory and practice.

He ignored anyone who tried to approach him to talk or challenge him. With a slight movement, he became a blurry afterimage, silently passing through the crowd and disappearing from everyone's sight.

He went straight to a secluded corner of the Holy Academy, a quiet, unmanned room reserved for martial artists to engage in deep meditation and cultivation.

The quiet room was cast from an unknown black metal, isolating it from all sounds and spiritual probes.

As the heavy gate slowly closed, the whole world seemed to fall silent instantly, with only the faint hum of the psionic circulation system remaining.

Qin Feng sat cross-legged, not immediately entering a state of cultivation, but instead immersing his mind in the subspace network covering the entire human territory, actively collecting all real-time intelligence related to the "Island of Death".

Along the way, he heard many rumors about the island, but most of them were hearsay and full of personal emotional embellishment.

What he needs is a more objective, comprehensive, and truthful war report.

As his consciousness traversed the deep data stream of the network at high speed, a war picture far more severe and bloody than he had imagined slowly unfolded before him.

"Alert: The Seventh War Zone on the outer island of Death Island has fallen. The Third Legion of the Fire Dragon Battle Group has been completely wiped out. 347 Black Hole-level geniuses and 12 Domain Lord-level geniuses have perished. Marquis Crimson Flame himself has perished and is awaiting resurrection on the inner island."

"Battle report: The Allied Forces of All Races laid an ambush in the Black Blood Swamp. The elite forces of the Insect Race, the Undead Race, and the Machine Race joined forces and severely damaged our race's Thunder Legion. The legion commander, Thunder Marquis, was killed in battle."

"Urgent Notice: The inner island of the Island of Death is running out of spiritual energy! Due to the complete defeat on the outer island front, the spiritual energy consumption rate of the inner island's resurrection pool has reached thirty times the normal rate. All Marquis-level experts on the inner island are advised not to launch any offensive unless absolutely necessary and to adopt a full-scale strategic defensive posture."

Each cold and brutal battle report, like a sharp blade, dissected the true face of war.

The battle on the Island of Death can no longer be described as "tense," but has reached the point of being "tragic" and even "on the verge of collapse."

Humanity's prodigies, whether renowned Black Hole-level or capable Domain Lord-level, are falling at an alarming rate.

On the higher-level battlefields, those powerful figures who were revered as "Marquises" and should have been pillars of strength were also suffering heavy losses and waiting for a chance to be resurrected.

What made Qin Feng's heart sink the most was the repeatedly mentioned intelligence report—"All races join forces."

Throughout countless ages, competition and hatred have filled the land among the myriad races, with them constantly waging war against each other.

This allows humanity to always find opportunities to form alliances and divide and weaken others when facing external pressure.

However, this time, on the special battlefield of the Isle of Death, all races seem to have reached some kind of tacit understanding, forming an unprecedented and massive alliance against the human race.

The Zerg's fearlessness, the Necromancer's unpredictable and troublesome nature, the Mechs' high efficiency and precision... these already formidable enemies, once they combine their forces, will unleash destructive power far exceeding the simple sum of its parts.

In contrast, the human race faces a shortage of manpower and a near-exhaustion of resurrection resources.

The rate at which the resurrection mark is consumed is alarming.

The resurrection of each powerful figure requires the consumption of a resurrection mark.

Now that the entrance and exit are open at the same time, it should be the best time for the human race to rotate its troops and replenish its resources. However, the cruel reality is that no powerful Marquis from the inner island has been able to walk out of the exit alive.

They all perished on the front lines, their soul imprints quietly queuing in the resurrection pool.

This means that the island's defenses are now effectively defunct.

Once the outer islands fall completely, the allied forces of all races will advance unimpeded, and those powerful figures who are waiting to be resurrected will completely lose their protection and become lambs to the slaughter.

At that time, all the foundations that humanity has built on the Isle of Death over the past millions of years will be destroyed.

Even more terrifying is that those fallen Marquis-level experts are essentially "annihilated in both body and soul," and can only wait for the human race to regain control of the outer islands and accumulate resurrection marks.

Inside the quiet room, the air seemed to freeze.

Qin Feng slowly opened his eyes, and those eyes, which were originally as deep as the starry sky, were now burning with two clusters of sinister flames.

He knew he couldn't wait any longer.

This time, Qin Feng is going!
Without the slightest hesitation, Qin Feng immediately connected to the highest-encryption communication channel through the subspace network and contacted his master, Devouring King.

The space rippled slightly, and in the center of the quiet room, countless points of light rapidly converged and intertwined, outlining a tall and majestic figure in just one second.

Although the figure was only a holographic projection, the overwhelming and domineering aura it exuded seemed to have truly descended, causing the entire spiritual energy circulation system of the quiet room to become momentarily disordered.

It was none other than the Devouring King.

"Qin Feng."

The Devouring King's figure solidified, his gaze sharp as lightning, instantly discerning Qin Feng's current state. A rare hint of satisfaction appeared on his eternally unchanging, majestic face. "Not bad, your foundation is far more solid than I expected. It seems you have reaped considerable rewards in these three thousand years."

"Master."

Qin Feng stood up, bowed respectfully, and then got straight to the point: "This disciple has emerged from seclusion, and my foundation is now fully solid. May I ask, Master, is it permissible to proceed to the Island of Death and Fall?"

His voice was steady and powerful, every word conveying an unquestionable determination.

"Um……"

The Devouring King let out a meaningful nasal sound. He did not answer immediately, but instead stared intently at his disciple.

A complex emotion flashed in those eyes that seemed to see through the past, present, and future—a mixture of relief and worry.

After a moment, he slowly spoke and asked, "Disciple, are you really determined to go? You must know that the situation on the Island of Death and Fall is completely different from what it was three thousand years ago, or even a hundred years ago."

The Devouring King leaned forward slightly, his tone becoming more solemn than ever before: "The myriad races have spared no expense this time, sending out experts whose quantity and quality far exceed those of previous expeditions."

As for our human race, due to fighting on multiple fronts, our troop strength is severely insufficient.

A large number of domain lord-level geniuses, and even some long-established marquises, perished on the outer island.

Currently, the top leadership's intention is... strategic abandonment.

"give up?"

Qin Feng's brows furrowed instantly.

"Yes, give up."

The Devouring King nodded slightly and explained, "Or rather, it's a 'strategic retreat.' The higher-ups have decided to relinquish this 30,000-year struggle. They will consolidate all their forces, preserve their fighting strength, and wait for the next time, 30,000 years from now, when the exit reopens, to gather superior forces for a thunderous counterattack."

He paused, his voice growing even lower: "This also means that if you go in now, you will not receive any organized support, and you will not have many top-notch comrades fighting alongside you to resist the enemy."

You will have to face alone the encirclement and hunt of top geniuses from all races, many times your number.

"Moreover, I must tell you the truth."

The Devouring King looked directly into Qin Feng's eyes and said, word by word, "Your life no longer belongs to you alone."

You carry the hopes of humanity's future, and the will of the higher-ups do not actually want you to go to the Isle of Death now, to risk something that is almost certain to kill you.

A brief silence fell over the quiet room.

The words of the Devouring King were like a heavy mountain, pressing down on us.

This contains a wealth of information, not only about the dire state of the battle, but also about the helplessness and choices faced by the human race's leadership in the face of this crisis.

However, Qin Feng's expression did not change at all.

He simply listened quietly, processing everything.

A few seconds later, he raised his head and asked a seemingly unrelated question: "Master, as far as I know, a King-level expert who wants to break through and advance to Emperor-level desperately needs Cosmic Crystals. The Island of Death and Fall is the most important and efficient source of Cosmic Crystals for our human race, isn't it?"

"Yes."

The Devouring King admitted, "But for us kings, life is eternal. Thirty thousand years is but a fleeting moment."

It's not worth it for the most outstanding talents of our generation to take risks just to obtain enough cosmic crystals.

We can wait; humanity can afford to wait.

“Master, the human race can wait, and so can the king-level experts.”

Qin Feng's voice suddenly rose a few decibels, his gaze fixed intently on the holographic projection of the Devouring King, "What about those human warriors who are still inside?"

What about those comrades who fought bloody battles and struggled desperately in the outer islands?
If no aid is provided and they are left to be besieged by countless races for 30,000 years... wouldn't they face the fate of running out of ammunition and food, ultimately being worn down and killed inside?

These words struck the Devouring King's heart like a heavy hammer.

The Devouring King fell silent.

He couldn't refute it, because what Qin Feng said was the cruel truth.

"Yes...that's true."

After a long silence, he let out a heavy sigh, "Because we really can't spare enough elite warriors to match the Allied Forces of Ten Thousand Races. In the absence of victory, to avoid even greater losses, we can only... cut our losses."

"Stop loss"—a cold and rational term.

It means that those trapped soldiers have been removed from the strategic chessboard by the higher-ups and have become the price of being abandoned.

"I can go."

Qin Feng's voice wasn't loud, but it rang out clearly in the quiet room.

These three words contain no trace of tragedy or passion, only a calm and firm statement of facts.

It was as if he wasn't going to a bloody grinding mill where even a Marquis-level expert would face nine deaths and one life, but simply to an ordinary trial ground.

"Disciple!"

The Devouring King's voice suddenly became stern, "I know you have a strong sense of righteousness and cannot bear to see your comrades suffer."

But you must understand that there are many passionate and ambitious people who share the same thoughts as you!
Their intentions were good, but the laws of cosmic warfare can never be rewritten by mere enthusiasm!
Such sacrifices made for the greater good are very common in the long history of human struggle!

Their sacrifice was not meaningless, nor does it mean that humanity has completely abandoned them!

“Master, I understand these principles.”

Qin Feng's eyes did not waver in the slightest; instead, they shone even brighter, a light that stemmed from absolute confidence. "But the reason I'm going isn't just because of a surge of passion, but because... I have the ability to rewrite all of this!"

He straightened his chest, and an invisible aura of dominance soared into the sky, even causing a violent ripple to appear on the holographic projection of the Devouring King.

"If I leave the pass today, below the rank of Marquis, no one can kill me!"

"Once I advance through the carnage, it's not entirely impossible for me, as a domain lord, to defy the odds and become a marquis!"

"If that's the case, why bother with any more strategic maneuvering? Why wait another 30,000 years?"

"Once I enter the outer island alone, I will slaughter all the alien prodigies!"
In this way, the pressure on the inner island is greatly reduced, and countless senior marquises who are waiting to be resurrected can be resurrected indefinitely and return to the battlefield!
"At that time, with combined efforts from within and without, we will surely be able to wipe out all the alien races on the Island of Death and firmly control this strategic location in the hands of our human race!"

His words were powerful and resounding, exuding an extraordinary aura of authority!

Inside the quiet room, even the air seemed to ignite under Qin Feng's bold words.

The Devouring King, a powerful figure who stood at the pinnacle of the universe and had witnessed countless storms, was completely stunned at this moment.

To be honest, he never expected that Qin Feng's strength and confidence had swelled to such a terrifying extent.

In his deduction, Qin Feng, with his incredibly strong foundation, should be able to easily kill a low-level domain lord upon emerging from seclusion, and even hold his own against a mid-level domain lord without being at a disadvantage.

However, whether they can survive when facing those high-level or even peak domain lords who have been immersed in the domain lord realm for millions of years and have profound foundations is still another matter.

After all, the gap in skill level is not so easy to bridge.

But now, Qin Feng says... No one below the rank of Marquis can kill him?
After being promoted to Domain Lord, can one kill a Marquis?

What an arrogant declaration!

The Devouring King did not suspect Qin Feng.

Because he knew better than anyone that his apprentice was never one to make empty promises.

On the contrary, Qin Feng has been overly modest most of the time.

Every word he utters is based on absolute certainty.

If he says he can do it, then he definitely can!

Does this mean that Qin Feng has encountered some amazing adventure without his knowledge?

Or is it that the potential of his "path to the limit" has far exceeded his own speculation?
In fact, the Devouring King's deduction was not wrong at all. However, he overlooked a trump card that no one except Qin Feng knew about: Qin Feng's mechanical avatar.

Countless thoughts flashed through the Devouring King's mind. In the end, all the shock, doubt, and worry turned into a sigh containing infinite emotion and expectation.

"it is good……"

After a long while, the holographic projection of the Devouring King finally stabilized. His gaze became incredibly sharp, as if he wanted to see right through Qin Feng, inside and out.

"Qin Feng, come to the main campus of the Holy Academy immediately."

"This matter is of great importance and must be discussed by the highest levels of the human race before a final decision can be made."

The Devouring King's voice became extremely serious.

"Yes, Master."

Qin Feng nodded slightly, without the slightest hesitation.

Communication was cut off, and the holographic projection of the Devouring King vanished as specks of light.

Without pausing for a moment, Qin Feng opened the door to the meditation room, and his entire body transformed into a dazzling stream of light, soaring into the sky and heading straight for the core area of ​​the Human Race Holy Academy—the main courtyard of the Holy Academy.

Along the way, discussions about the Isle of Death intensified within the subspace network.

"Alas, my dear friend 'Lin Yuan' went missing in the Black Blood Swamp three days ago, and his fate remains unknown..."

“My Daoist partner is still on the outer island. We agreed to go back to our hometown together to get married once the exit opens, but now... I can’t even receive any news from her.”

"Someone, please save them! They are heroes of humanity, they shouldn't be abandoned like this!"

Sorrowful discussions and desperate pleas for help kept reaching Qin Feng's ears.

These voices were like invisible whips lashing at his heart, and also like fuel, making the flame of "belief" in his chest burn even brighter.

go with!
must go!
For the sake of his trapped comrades, for the glory of humanity, and for his own unprecedented "path to the limit," he had no choice but to go to the Island of Death!
……

at the same time.

The main hall of the Human Race Holy Academy.

This is one of the power centers of the entire human territory, the supreme hall that determines the fate of billions of living beings.

The structure of the main hall is beyond description. It is as if it is a universe of its own, with stars slowly flowing above the dome. Each star represents a peerless powerhouse who has made great contributions to the human race in the past or present.

At this moment, the usually spacious and majestic hall was filled with figures.

Each figure exuded an aura as deep and boundless as the ocean; simply by standing there, they caused subtle distortions in the surrounding spatial laws.

They are the backbone of humanity, the pillars that stabilize the universe—King-level powerhouses!
Above these powerful kings, on a higher step, sat some beings with even more terrifying auras.

Their figures were shrouded in a hazy halo, making them difficult to see clearly, but the occasional glimpse of their aura was enough to make the stars tremble and the universe lose its color.

They are emperors, saints, and even... the legendary cosmic venerables who are rarely seen!
Inside the main hall, powerful figures stood in rows, yet the atmosphere was so oppressive it was almost frozen.

A supreme conference concerning the strategic direction of humanity for tens of thousands of years to come is underway.

Seated at the very head of the throne, which resembled a chaotic void, was the founder of the Limitless Battleband, and one of the nominal highest leaders of the Human Race Holy Academy, a great being revered as the "Lord of Limits."

His body seemed to exist between illusion and reality; no one could see his appearance clearly, but his voice could ignore all obstacles and resonate directly in the depths of everyone's soul.

"How many kings are about to be promoted to emperors?"

The Lord of Limits' voice was calm and majestic, without the slightest emotional fluctuation. Below, a King-level expert dressed in a star-patterned robe, whose aura was as steady as a mountain, immediately stepped forward and respectfully replied, "Reporting to the Lord of Limits, according to the latest statistics, there are currently 372 members of our human race at the peak of the King-level, just one step away from being promoted to Emperor-level."

If we can provide them with a total of 300,000 units of cosmic crystals as breakthrough resources, it is estimated that within ten thousand years, our race will gain a new batch of Emperor-level combatants.

"Mount Eternal Life is about to open."

Another powerful Emperor-level expert, whose aura was as sharp as a divine sword, spoke with his eyes closed, his voice like the clang of metal, "If a group of newly promoted Emperor-level experts can join as a fresh force, then our clan will have a great chance of winning the battle for control of Eternal Mountain and thus obtaining a massive amount of strategic resources."

These words immediately made the atmosphere in the hall even more subtle.

It turns out that the reason why the battle on the Island of Death suddenly became so fierce was due to the imminent opening of the "Mountain of Immortality".

Mount Immortality is a mysterious forbidden area in the universe that only opens once every few million years.

It contains supreme opportunities and strategic resources that would drive even powerful figures like Emperors and Saints mad.

Its affiliation will directly affect the potential for a group to develop high-level combat capabilities over the next millions of years.

This is precisely why all races are sparing no expense in their efforts to develop the Isle of Death and Fall, the main source of "cosmic crystals," in an attempt to weaken humanity's competitiveness in the upcoming "Battle of the Immortal Mountain" by cutting off humanity's resource supply.

This is no longer a simple battle for resources, but a "battle for the fate of the tribe" that concerns the future of the tribe.

This is precisely why the human race's leadership is in a dilemma.

"If we give up these 30,000 years and wait for the next 30,000 years before sending a large army to the Island of Death..."

The voice of the Lord of Limits echoed slowly in the hall. He seemed to be conducting some kind of complex deduction. "This move can guarantee us a large number of cosmic crystals, but the quantity... will definitely not reach 300,000 units."

Although our human race has a strong reserve of geniuses at the Domain Lord level, this time, almost every top-ranked race among the myriad races has sent one or two geniuses at the 'Divine Forbidden' level. More importantly, they are joining forces to fight against our human race.

The moment the word "divine prohibition" was uttered, many powerful figures in the hall held their breath.

The term "Divine Forbidden" signifies breaking with convention, surpassing limits, and possessing the terrifying power to defeat high-level opponents.

Every divine prodigy is the most precious treasure of a race.

This time, the number of divinely forbidden geniuses in the Allied Forces of All Races reached a despairing figure.

"Sanruo, Qin Feng, Diwen, Caesar, Fire Dragon..."

A powerful Emperor slowly read out a series of names, each representing one of the most outstanding geniuses of the human race in this generation. "According to the reports from below, these twenty-odd geniuses all have a strong desire to go to the Island of Death and Share the burden for their race."

"This time, should we..."

The powerful Emperor-level expert made the suggestion, his words carrying a hint of risk.

"No!"

Before he could finish speaking, the Lord of Limits decisively rejected his words.

"There are also differences between the divine restrictions."

The voice of the Lord of Limits finally carried an undeniable determination: "These children are the hope for the future of our human race. Millions, even tens of millions of years from now, they will grow into pillars that protect our land."

Even if it means giving up the opportunity at Mount Eternal Life, we absolutely cannot allow them to risk their lives on the Island of Death now!

The will of the Lord of Limits is the highest will of humanity.

He shook his head, his voice echoing throughout the hall: "In the universe, the first rule of survival has never been how much you can fight for or how much you can earn. It is how to ensure that your losses are the least."

"Among these prodigies, there are those at the Black Hole level and those at the Domain Lord level; they are indeed the elite of our race. However, the myriad races have sent out even more prodigies, whose combat power is even stronger, and they are also joining forces!"

One race may not be a match for our human race, but when so many powerful races unite, our human race is indeed at a disadvantage.

We cannot gamble our most precious future on such a doomed situation!

The Lord of Limits' words plunged the entire hall into silence once again.

Everyone understood that this was the most rational and prudent decision.

Although cruel, it was for the sake of humanity for generations to come.

Inside the main hall, the atmosphere was extremely oppressive, and a feeling of helplessness spread through the hearts of these usually powerful figures.

at this time.

A steady and powerful voice broke the deathly silence.

"Lord of Limits, fellow colleagues."

The Devouring King stepped forward proudly, his imposing body seemingly capable of supporting an entire world.

He surveyed his surroundings, finally fixing his gaze on the chaotic throne, and said in a deep voice:
"Let my disciple, Qin Feng, go. He alone is enough."

As soon as this statement came out, everyone in the audience was shocked!

Countless gazes, filled with surprise, confusion, or doubt, instantly focused on the Devouring King.

"Swallow the sky!"

One of the princes who knew him well couldn't help but transmit his voice, "Are you crazy? Although Qin Feng is exceptionally talented, he has only been cultivating for a short time. Sending him to face the divine alliance of all races alone is just sending him to his death."

However, the Devouring King turned a deaf ear to all the doubts.

He straightened his back, his voice growing louder and louder, resounding throughout the entire hall:

"My disciple Qin Feng's strength is no weaker than that of a peak domain lord, and he is more than capable of protecting himself!"

"If he can obtain an opportunity on the Island of Death and successfully advance, forging his own 'Path to the Limit,' then he will be able to single-handedly wipe out the entire Island of Death!"

"Ok?"

The Devouring King's words, especially the last sentence, "Slaughter the entire Island of Death and Fall," made all the powerful figures present, including those high-ranking cosmic venerables, take notice.

That's a huge boast!

There was an uproar in the main hall.

“King Devourer, we all know that you have high expectations for your disciples.”

A powerful Emperor-level expert spoke slowly, his voice carrying a hint of scrutiny, "We also acknowledge that Qin Feng's performance in the Crimson Forbidden Land and the Road to the End was indeed astonishing."

He stepped into the forbidden realm of the gods, possessing an unparalleled physical body, and his spiritual power had reached the legendary 'pure black quality,' along with numerous trump cards. However…

The powerful Emperor changed the subject: "After all, he has only been at the Black Hole level for less than ten thousand years. Moreover, according to the data, he has devoted all his time to tempering his physical body and mental strength. His knowledge of formations, potions, and weapon crafting is extremely superficial."

While physical strength and mental power might give him an advantage in one-on-one combat, he would be no match for the combined might of dozens of other geniuses from different races, each possessing complementary abilities and at the 'Divine Forbidden' level. He... he might not even be able to protect himself.

These words expressed the sentiments of the vast majority of the powerful individuals present.

They acknowledged Qin Feng's strength, but did not believe he was strong enough to disregard everything and single-handedly confront a massive alliance.

Even the most outstanding talents of all races are subject to divine restrictions!

The divine geniuses are a rare sight, perhaps only seen once every ten million years, but the universe is so vast and time is so long.

Over countless eras, the number of "forbidden" level powerhouses hidden away is quite considerable.

Especially those veteran geniuses who are stuck at the Domain Lord level and have accumulated tens of millions of years of experience, although they were not included in the "Hidden Dragon List" which only includes those below the Black Hole level because of their Domain Lord level, their true combat strength should not be underestimated.

In their view, sending Qin Feng alone to face such an enemy was tantamount to throwing an egg against a rock.

The Devouring King is far too arrogant.

……

Inside the main courtyard of the Holy Academy, in that hall that symbolized the highest will and authority of the human race, the atmosphere was as heavy as eternal, unyielding ice.

One after another, towering figures sat or stood, their auras as deep as an abyss; their mere existence was enough to distort time and space.

The Nine Spirits King's voice echoed in the hall, carrying an undeniable sense of caution and composure.

He looked at the Devouring King, who was arguing vehemently, his words filled with care for the younger generation and consideration for the overall situation.

"Swallowing Heaven, what Ice Origin King said just now is correct. Qin Feng's future is limitless; he can be called a genius unprecedented in the history of our human race. If he can truly succeed on the 'Path of Limits,' it is not entirely impossible for him to become an invincible king, or even reach the legendary invincible emperor realm. However,"

King Jiuling changed the subject, his gaze sharpening. “But ‘now,’ he is still too immature. His foundation has not yet been fully transformed into combat power. His future is an invaluable asset to our human race. We cannot, and absolutely cannot, gamble his brilliant future on a bloody battlefield with an uncertain outcome.”

These words were reasonable and made sense, prompting many powerful figures in the hall to nod slightly.

They have witnessed the rise and fall of too many prodigies, and know that the transformation from "potential" to "strength" takes time, and even more so, a relatively stable environment.

The Island of Death is a meat grinder right now. Throwing a rough gem like Qin Feng into it would be far too risky.

Upon hearing this, the Devouring King raised his eyebrows. He was naturally bold and domineering, and he retorted without any politeness: "Nine Spirits, that sounds nice! Your son Yunzhou can shed blood on the battlefield to fight for the clan, but my disciple can't? Why is his life worth more than mine, while my disciple's life is treated like a collectible?"

"you!"

King Jiuling was speechless for a moment, a look of helplessness and anger appearing on his face. "These are completely different things! You're just being unreasonable!"

"Am I being unreasonable?"

The Devouring King sneered, about to continue his rebuttal.

Just then, the silence of the hall was broken by a sudden sound.

He was a powerful Marquis in charge of intelligence transmission, and his face showed undisguised astonishment and confusion, as if he had seen something that overturned his understanding.

"Wait... My lords, we have just received a real-time data update from the core trial grounds of the Holy Academy."

He took a deep breath, his voice trembling slightly with excitement, "Just now, Qin Feng... he passed the three major tests of 'Puppet Alley,' 'Living Flesh,' and 'Great Sun Furnace' in succession, and... he set new historical records for all of them!"

"Ok?"

These words were like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, instantly creating ripples.

Throughout the entire hall, all the powerful figures who had been granted titles of King or Emperor turned their gazes toward the Marquis.

For a moment, the marquis felt as if he were being watched by the will of thousands of universes at the same time, the pressure was so great that he almost suffocated.

"What did you say? Say it again!"

A hot-tempered, powerful king couldn't help but press for an answer.

"Puppet Alley, live human flesh, Great Sun Furnace... have all broken historical records?"

Another powerful Emperor-level expert, well-versed in formations, frowned deeply, his tone filled with disbelief, "How is this possible?"

"I remember that Qin Feng came out of Thunder Universe City and arrived at the Holy Academy headquarters. It's only been a little over three thousand years since then."

"That's right, it is exactly three thousand one hundred and twenty-seven years."

A skilled individual accurately reported the time.

"Three thousand years... to simultaneously cultivate the three vast fields of weapon crafting, alchemy, and formations to a level sufficient to break the Holy Academy's historical records? What a joke!"
Although only the Black Hole is mentioned in the Holy Academy's historical records, his name is still highly significant! His level is already comparable to a Domain Lord?

"what's the situation?"

Inside the main hall, the discussions erupted like a bursting flood.

These powerful beings standing at the pinnacle of the universe are unable to remain calm at this moment.

They knew all too well what these three trials represented.

Puppet Alley tests one's comprehensive skills in weapon crafting and mechanical engineering.

Human flesh is a test of profound understanding of life sciences, pharmacology, and alchemy.

The Great Sun Furnace tests one's ultimate mastery of array formations and psionic manipulation.

All three are major disciplines that require countless years of study.

Many experts in extreme black holes can only master one of them in their entire lives, but Qin Feng, a junior whose cultivation years are less than a fraction of those in extreme black holes, has reached an unbelievable level in all three fields in just three thousand years.

This can no longer be described as "genius"; this is simply "monster"!
Hearing the gasps and doubts around him, the Devouring King's pent-up frustration vanished, replaced by unparalleled pride and exhilaration.

He looked up and let out a wild laugh that shook the entire hall.

"Hahahahahaha!"

The laughter was filled with pride and arrogance.

"Everyone!"

The Devouring King's laughter ceased. He surveyed the entire audience, his eyes gleaming, and his voice boomed like thunder, "No amount of speculation or discussion is anything but empty talk! Facts speak louder than words. Why don't you try it yourselves and see for yourselves?!"

He stepped forward, his imposing aura overwhelming: "I have already summoned my disciple here, and he is on his way to the main courtyard. If you do not believe me, you are welcome to try him out yourselves and see just how good he really is!"

Upon hearing this, the previously noisy hall instantly fell silent.

The powerful figures exchanged glances, their eyes flashing with an unusual light.

Why not give it a try yourself?
This suggestion instantly ignited the competitive spirit and curiosity that had been dormant in their hearts for countless billions of years.

"So good!"

It's unclear who spoke first, but everyone immediately responded.

Which of these powerful beings sitting high above the clouds wasn't a peerless genius who fought his way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood?
Which one of them wasn't a trendsetter of their time?
Many of them had once stepped into the legendary "forbidden realm," with the worst being at least half a step into the forbidden realm. Each of them possessed earth-shattering strength and arrogance.

Now, a little monster, hailed as "unprecedented in history," has suddenly appeared and may soon represent them on a dangerous mission concerning the tribe's strategy. Personally assessing its worth is both a test and a unique kind of fun.

For a moment, all the powerful figures in the hall were itching to try their hand at it.

"Interesting, interesting. I'd like to see what kind of extraordinary talent this little fellow, whom you, Devouring Heaven, praises so highly, possesses."

“Excellent. Let’s see how this ‘Path of Limits’ differs from the path we took back then.”

"Since we're going to test it, it must be fair. We'll all use our avatars at the pinnacle of black hole realm, without using even the slightest bit of understanding of laws or power beyond this realm. What do you say?"

"good!"

In an instant, pure spiritual energy fluctuations began to emanate from the bodies of these imposing and powerful figures.

They all differentiated from their own origins into incarnations that were identical to their original aura, but whose power level was precisely suppressed to the "ultimate black hole level".

These avatars are not simple projections of psychic energy, but perfect replicas containing all the combat experience, skill insights, and even the imprint of will of their original selves at that level.

One, ten, a hundred, a thousand...

Amidst the flashes of light, one after another, ultimate black hole-level avatars with profound and imposing auras silently landed in the center of the empty hall below.

They wore different power armors, each with a different shape and weapon, but without exception, they all exuded a terrifying and oppressive aura.

At a glance, the number is already enormous, reaching tens of thousands!

Even more astonishingly, the leader of the Ultimate Battle Group, who sat at the highest point, his figure always shrouded in mist, seemingly integrated with the entire universe, slowly separated an avatar of the same Ultimate Black Hole realm, which quietly merged into the tens of thousands of avatars, remaining completely inconspicuous.

If this scene were to spread, it would be enough to drive the entire human realm into a frenzy.

Tens of thousands of ultimate black hole-level avatars, replicated from those who have been granted titles of King, Emperor, or even Universe Venerables—what an extravagant and terrifying lineup!

The true forms of many powerful beings silently concealed their aura and physical forms, merging with the light and shadow of the hall, while their will was entirely directed towards those avatars.

Countless profound gazes pierced through time and space, silently watching the magnificent gate that was about to open, waiting for the young man who was about to step into the "examination hall".

The atmosphere grew tense and filled with anticipation in silence.

They all had a lot on their minds.

If Qin Feng is truly as exceptionally talented as he and his master claim, capable of proving himself in such a lineup, then what's wrong with sending him to the Island of Death?
A man should live to make a name for himself and achieve great things!

But if he doesn't have the ability, and only has potential and brute force, then... he should stay in the Holy Academy and continue his cultivation.

Humans can make concessions for the sake of the future and reduce unnecessary losses.

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(End of this chapter)