High Martial Arts: Liver Becomes the Master of the Universe

Chapter 300 Island of Death! A celebration for your victory! No one below the rank of Marquis can kill me!
Inside the main hall, the torrent of energy continued to surge violently.

The battle formation, composed of tens of thousands of ultimate black hole-level clones formed from the wills of top human beings, has reached its peak operation.

These attacks have long surpassed the scope of ordinary extreme black holes, and many of them contain wisps of profound power at the domain lord level.

The power has been upgraded again!

This is beyond the scope of extreme black holes!

A sword aura jointly activated by three hundred avatars is sharp enough to easily tear apart the protective divine light of a novice domain lord; an array constructed by thousands of avatars has a suppressive power that can make even a peak domain lord feel difficulty in moving.

However, Qin Feng, who was at the center of the storm, was like an indestructible piece of divine gold, remaining unmoved no matter how many times he was hammered and refined.

His physical body, under the supreme foundation of the Primal Singularity and the terrifying amplification of the Twin Masks, has reached an inconceivable state.

Attacks that would have severely injured a peak domain lord would only leave wounds of varying depths on him, and these wounds would be repaired almost instantly by the surging golden blood and boundless life force.

What truly alarmed the assembled powerful figures was Qin Feng's ability to decipher laws and energy.

Three thousand years ago, if one were to encounter such an attack, the array runes, poisonous laws, and curses attached to the wound would cling to it like maggots, relentlessly eroding his life force and hindering the wound from healing.

But now, everything is completely different.

When a gray blade of light containing the law of "annihilation and decay" struck Qin Feng's arm, countless fine gray runes, as thin as hair, appeared on the mangled wound, attempting to destroy his cellular structure. Qin Feng's spiritual power, which was of the highest quality, "pure black," immediately saw through its essence.

He didn't even need to deliberately mobilize energy; the instinctive vibrations of his physical body's blood and qi were enough to instantly shatter those complex rune structures, turning them into the purest, harmless energy particles.

His body seemed to have become a furnace, a furnace that could analyze, purify, and even devour all laws.

This is the result of three thousand years of arduous cultivation.

His mastery of 30 billion body-refining secret techniques and his mastery of the three major auxiliary cultivation fields have brought his understanding of power to an unprecedented level.

By this point in the battle, tens of thousands of "examiners" had exhausted all means except for directly suppressing each other with their cultivation levels.

The inescapable net they laid was enough to trap and kill any peak domain lord.

But Qin Feng just wouldn't die.

He was trapped in the center of the formation, his spiritual energy, flesh and blood, and even mental power were firmly locked by layers of laws, making it impossible for him to launch an effective counterattack.

He was like a live target, silently enduring the relentless bombardment from all directions.

Cut by a knife and axe, flooded by water and burned by fire, struck by lightning and frozen...

All sorts of cruel methods were used against him.

Qin Feng's blue-gold power armor was already shattered, revealing his skin beneath, which shimmered with an immortal divine radiance.

His body went through a chilling cycle of damage and repair.

Each time it is torn, it heals perfectly in the next instant, and even the newly healed skin is slightly more resilient than before.

The results of the test sent shockwaves through the minds of every human leader who was secretly observing.

Time passed slowly amidst the long battles.

Qin Feng, standing at the center of the formation, remained unyielding despite enduring countless attacks.

His gaze gradually shifted from initial astonishment and seriousness to calm, and finally, a hint of understanding appeared in his eyes.

He got it.

This was not an ambush, but a test.

An entrance exam jointly presided over by the highest levels of the entire human race, boasting the most prestigious lineup in history.

Having figured this out, Qin Feng's tense mind completely relaxed.

He stopped trying to break the formation in vain and let the attacks wash over his body. At the same time, he raised his head, his gaze seemingly piercing through layers of formations and energy barriers, looking up at the empty sky above the hall.

"Esteemed seniors,"

His voice was steady and resonant, clearly reaching the ears of every powerful figure, "Junior Qin Feng, have I passed the test? May I be granted permission to go to the Island of Death?"

The moment the words fell, the raging torrent of energy within the entire hall came to an abrupt halt.

A deathly silence enveloped the space.

next moment.

"Ha ha ha ha--"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

A series of heartfelt, joyful, and exhilarating laughs, like rolling thunder, resounded throughout the main hall.

There was no oppressive force in that laughter, only the purest appreciation and joy that an elder feels when looking at an outstanding junior.

As laughter rang out, the tens of thousands of imposing black hole avatars, like ice and snow under the sunlight, transformed into countless dazzling light particles, rising gently and eventually dissipating into nothingness.

The layers of formations that had bound Qin Feng also vanished into thin air.

The surrounding scenery began to change, and the once empty hall revealed its true appearance.

Qin Feng found himself standing in the center of a magnificent hall whose grandeur defied description.

Below were powerful kings with auras as deep as the sea. They were of various forms, some humanoid and some beast-like, but each of them had a gentle gaze focused on him.

Higher up, there are thrones arranged in a circular, tiered pattern, upon which sit powerful emperors with even more ethereal and vast auras.

Further up, amidst the swirling clouds and mist, one can vaguely see several Saintly beings who seem to exist alongside the universe, and even some Universe Venerables.

At that highest point, beneath the dome, where the universe and stars seemed to serve as a backdrop, a figure sat quietly on the sole supreme throne.

He is the master of the Limitless Battle Group, one of the true pillars of humanity—the Limitless Master.

His body was shrouded in an illusory halo, making it impossible to see his true face.

All that could be vaguely seen was that he was wearing a blue-gold power armor similar to Qin Feng's, but imbued with the mysteries of the universe, and a golden-green wreath on his head that seemed to be woven from the tender shoots of the nascent universe.

Any gaze that attempts to see his face will be distorted by a supreme law.

One second you seem to remember his outline, but the next second, that memory vanishes from your mind as if it never existed.

This is an absolute crushing on a life level, a supreme realm that mortals cannot understand, remember, or describe.

Faced with such a sight, even Qin Feng, with his resolute character, couldn't help but waver. He bowed deeply and said, "Disciple Qin Feng greets the Lord of Limits and all the seniors!"

"Good lad! No need for such formalities."

The voice of the Lord of Limits resounded directly in Qin Feng's heart, gentle yet full of power.

He smiled, seemingly extremely satisfied with Qin Feng's performance.

He slowly raised his hand and gently waved it at Qin Feng.

An irresistible yet incredibly gentle force enveloped Qin Feng.

His shattered power armor and the Star Devouring Spear, riddled with cracks, instantly disintegrated into primordial particles.

Then, to Qin Feng's astonishment, these particles began to recombine.

Countless profound laws and runes, as if they were alive, flew into it on their own, weaving and forging in unpredictable ways.

In just a few breaths, a brand new set of blue-gold power armor, shimmering with profound domain lord-level law fluctuations, and a jet-black spear with a spearhead that seemed to swallow the illusion of stars being destroyed, were formed and automatically donned and floated beside Qin Feng.

“Your set of ‘Heavenly Evolution Weapons’ has accompanied you since you were a child, and it is now closely connected to your mind and body, as easy as using your own arm. If we were to give you a completely new set of Heavenly Evolution Weapons, it would require you to readjust to them, and you would lose that harmonious and unified state of mind.”

The Lord of Limits slowly said, "I will use your existing armor as a base, enhance its essence, and infuse it with new laws. Now, they are top-tier Domain Lord-level treasures, enough to accompany you in your conquest of the outer islands."

Qin Feng stroked the brand-new power armor, grasped the familiar yet unfamiliar Star Devouring Spear, and felt the terrifying power contained within it. A warm current surged in his heart, and he bowed deeply once again: "Thank you for your generous gift, Lord of Limits!"

"hehe,"

The Lord of Limits waved his hand, his voice carrying a hint of solemnity, "With the strength you just displayed, of course you can go to the Island of Death!"

I won't say much else. This journey is not only about expanding the territory for the human race, but also about your own personal growth and development.

When you conquer the Island of Death and return victorious, that will be the day you achieve the first step in the Great Dao.

"At that time, double happiness will arrive, and we will personally celebrate your success!"

These words stirred Qin Feng's blood.

"it is good!"

He didn't say much, just nodded heavily, and that single word "good" contained all his determination and commitment.

"Hahahaha!"

Inside the main hall, hearty laughter rang out once again.

The group of kings and emperors looked at Qin Feng with undisguised admiration.

Honestly, if they weren't forced into it, who would willingly make such a frustrating decision as "strategic abandonment"?

Abandoning one's own compatriots, those prodigies still fighting bloody battles on the Isle of Death, in this perilous place, leaving them to be besieged and wasted for 30,000 years, would be an ordeal for any human warrior with any sense of honor.

However, reality is cruel.

Although the human race has produced many outstanding talents, it is indeed in a predicament of being stretched thin in terms of combat power at the level of domain lords, especially when faced with this rare and all-out alliance of all races, especially when the other side has sent dozens of well-known domain lords.

Sending ordinary geniuses would be suicide.

Sending top talents would be risky, as the enemy outnumbers them and the risk of being overwhelmed and killed is extremely high.

Every one of these divinely forbidden prodigies is the hope for the future of humanity, the future king or emperor, and cannot be easily lost.

It was precisely because there was no one capable of making a decisive move and single-handedly confronting the combined forces of dozens of equally powerful deities that the higher-ups had no choice but to make the decision to "cut their losses."

And now, this game-changer has appeared!
Qin Feng is that capital.

That's the hope that can break the deadlock and rewrite the course of the battle!
His journey was not only to rescue his compatriots, but also for the long-term plan of humanity.

Once successful, not only will the human race be able to firmly control the resource treasure trove that is Death Island, but they will also be able to seize a massive amount of cosmic crystals.

With this batch of cosmic crystals, the more than three hundred Kings who are currently at a bottleneck will be able to collectively advance to Emperors within ten thousand years. What a terrifying force that will be!
At that time, in the upcoming battle for the "Mount of Immortality", the human race will have an absolute advantage and will be able to suppress all other races for at least the next million years, making them unable to breathe!

One link leads to another. Qin Feng's actions on the Island of Death and Fall will be the starting point of humanity's grand strategy for the next million years. He is the butterfly that flaps its wings and stirs up a storm.

At the same time, just as the Lord of Limits said, the Island of Death and Fall, that battlefield of blood and fire, and the siege by dozens of divine geniuses, were the best whetstone for Qin Feng.

His unprecedented "path to the limit" requires such extreme pressure to scout the way forward and forge his own path.

That's why the Lord of Limits said "double happiness".

These words not only highlighted the great significance of Qin Feng's trip, but also expressed his earnest expectations for Qin Feng's personal path in martial arts. His high level of vision and deep emotional intelligence warmed Qin Feng's heart and filled him with emotion.

"This is the latest star map of the Island of Death and Fall."

The Lord of Limits flicked his finger, and a stream of light entered Qin Feng's brow.

In an instant, an incredibly detailed three-dimensional star map containing a wealth of information was deeply imprinted in his mind.

"The Island of Death is divided into an outer island and an inner island."

The voice of the Lord of Limits resounded in Qin Feng's mind, explaining the information in the star map to him.

"There are a total of eighty-one outer islands and twelve inner islands. Between the two regions, there is a natural barrier formed by the fundamental rules of the universe. Only domain lords and beings below them are allowed to enter the outer islands, which are the main battlefields for you juniors. They are full of resources, with both crises and opportunities, and rare natural treasures that are hard to find elsewhere."

"Only those at the Marquis level are allowed to enter the inner island. Those whose level is too high or too low will be rejected by the power of the rules. The core output of the inner island is the cosmic crystals that we need."

"The rules of the inner and outer islands complement each other. On the outer island, for every alien creature you kill, you will receive a different number of 'resurrection marks' depending on its cultivation level. These marks can be used to resurrect the Marquis-level powerhouses who died in battle on the inner island. This is the core mechanism of the tug-of-war on the Island of Death."

"From now on, the human race's high command will not send you any more aid. You will have to rely on yourself and the remaining troops who are still fighting on the outer islands."

The Lord of Limits' voice carried a hint of solemnity.

"understand!"

Qin Feng said in a deep voice.

He carefully examined the star map in his mind, and was once again deeply moved by the trust placed in him by the higher-ups.

This star map not only marks the detailed topography, resource-producing areas, and dangerous locations of the inner and outer islands, but more importantly, it clearly indicates the current locations, troop composition, command structure, and strategic missions of all remaining human forces on the outer islands.

According to the star map, the human forces still struggling to survive on the outer islands consist of approximately a thousand domain lord-level powerhouses and over ten thousand ultimate black hole-level prodigies.

They were divided into hundreds of small teams, scattered across various corners of eighty-one outer islands, and under the unified command of a peak domain lord named "Azure Wolf," they waged a hard-fought guerrilla war.

This intelligence is humanity's last trump card, and its value is immeasurable.

Once leaked, all races can use this information to track down and eliminate the last remaining human forces, wiping them out completely.

"In order to catch all races off guard, you will go there discreetly this time, and there will be no public troop reinforcements."

The voice of the Lord of Limits rang out again, carrying a hint of cold killing intent.

"Your mission is to secretly infiltrate and join the combat squad numbered 'Seventy-Eight'."

We will simultaneously reinforce our forces in over a dozen other secret realms where we are at war with all races, creating significant pressure and projecting an image of preparing for a decisive battle with all races elsewhere. This will lull them into a false sense of security, making them believe we have abandoned the Island of Death.

"I will make sure that all races lose everything on the Island of Death and Suffer a crushing defeat!"

"The Island of Death is now entirely in your hands, Qin Feng!"

Remember, act according to your own discretion. In critical moments, you don't need to follow orders from the front lines; rely on your own judgment.

This is my military seal. If necessary, you may use this seal to mobilize all the warriors on the outer islands!

As soon as he finished speaking, an ancient military seal made entirely of chaotic-colored metal, with the word "Limit" engraved on one side and an endless starry river pattern imprinted on the other, quietly appeared in front of Qin Feng.

Qin Feng extended both hands and solemnly accepted the military seal.

The military seal was incredibly heavy in my hand.

This weight is not only material, but also a responsibility.

Such immense trust!
Qin Feng took a deep breath. He knew that behind this trust lay the hopes of the human race's high command and the lives of tens of thousands of his comrades.

They can disobey military orders, act as they please, and mobilize all the warriors from the outer islands.

This power surpasses that of a frontline commander, almost akin to that of a "war zone governor" granted supreme authority.

This trust moved Qin Feng, but it also put him under unprecedented pressure.

Holding the military seal, he bowed deeply once again to the Lord of Limits and to all the powerful human beings present.

"We will definitely fulfill our mission!"

There were no more grand pronouncements, only these five words, each carrying immense weight.

Many powerful figures looked at the young man before them and nodded slightly, their eyes filled with expectation.

None of them stepped forward to teach Qin Feng a single move or give him any life-saving secrets.

Because everyone present could see that Qin Feng was at a crucial stage where he was about to "break out of his cocoon and become a butterfly".

His path is a unique "path to the limit".

At this moment, any external secret techniques or inheritances with a strong personal style could become a "distraction," causing his nascent path to stray slightly off course.

For a prodigy like Qin Feng, the best help is unconditional trust.

Let him venture out on his own, learn on his own, and carve out his own path to a brighter future!
Qin Feng did not linger any longer. After bowing to the seniors once more, he turned and transformed into a streak of light, resolutely leaving the core temple that represented the highest will of the human race.

After watching Qin Feng's disappearing figure, the powerful figures in the hall discussed among themselves for a while.

"Pass on my order: immediately reinforce the seventeen war zones, including the 'Molten Star Domain'! Make the posturing perfect, launch a fierce offensive, and make all races believe that our human race's main attack direction is there!"

"That's right, let the Isle of Death continue to maintain the illusion of 'retreating step by step'."

To seize this prize, all the races will inevitably draw troops from other war zones, leaving their defenses vulnerable at this moment.

"With this shift in power, Qin Feng, the sharpest spear, will attack the shield formed by the strongest forces of all races... In this battle, our all-out offensive in other war zones will reap a great harvest!"

"Hahaha, provided that Qin Feng can hold off, or even... defeat, all the divine geniuses of the myriad races over there!"

"Does this issue even need discussion?"

The Devouring King surveyed the crowd and said arrogantly.

After the incredibly rigorous strength test, all the powerful figures present had a very clear understanding of Qin Feng's abilities.

No one doubted that Qin Feng could do it.

Even after briefly completing their strategic deception plan targeting all races, these ancient monsters, who had lived for countless millennia, were already enthusiastically discussing another issue.

"Gentlemen, let's discuss in advance what kind of reward we should give Qin Feng when he returns victorious, to be worthy of his unparalleled achievement?"

The atmosphere inside the hall was instantly lively.

……

After emerging from the temple that symbolized the highest will of humanity, Qin Feng did not linger for a moment.

Holding the token bestowed by the Lord of Limits, he went straight to an ultra-long-range spatial teleportation array in the core area of ​​the Holy Academy headquarters.

The array base was forged from an unknown dark gold metal, and was engraved with billions of intricate runes, forming a vast cosmic star map.

When Qin Feng stepped into the center of the formation and pressed the token into the groove, the entire formation was instantly activated.

Instead of blinding light, gentle ripples of space spread out from beneath his feet. The surrounding scenery did not transform into a dazzling passage as usual, but rather the entire world seemed to be gently "folded".

One moment it was a solemn and majestic holy temple, the next moment the surroundings were a completely different scene.

The feeling was less like being transported and more like being instantly flipped from one page to another in an enormous book by an invisible hand.

This is the 9444th star sector within the territory of the human race.

A magnificent cosmic city suspended among the stars came into Qin Feng's view.

This city, called "Outpost," is the closest large human stronghold to the Isle of Death.

It lacks the hustle and bustle of a typical cosmic city, presenting instead a somber and imposing style reminiscent of a war fortress.

The massive alloy dome was covered with countless giant energy turrets, their muzzles flashing a chilling, eerie blue light, always aimed at the deep universe.

On the edge of the city, magnificent walls made of energy appear and disappear, with laws flowing on them, clearly a king-level protective array.

Inside the city, the atmosphere was somber and oppressive.

The warriors on the move were mostly dressed in standard armor, and their bodies carried an inescapable aura of blood and menace.

They moved in a hurry, their eyes sharp as knives, and they rarely exchanged words, but their shared hatred of the enemy permeated every corner of the air.

The public screens throughout the city were not displaying commercials or entertainment news, but rather cold war reports and heartbreaking obituaries.

"Outer island of the Island of Death, area 792 has fallen. All seventeen members of our clan's 'Crimson Scorpion Squad' have lost contact after a fierce battle and are presumed dead..."

"The Crystal Clan has issued a bounty: the head of the Human Domain Lord 'Broken Mountain' is worth a top-tier Domain Lord array plate..."

"Breaking news: Three more alien fleets have arrived at the entrance to the Island of Death, greatly increasing the pressure on our front lines!"

Each shocking piece of information struck the heart of every human warrior who saw it like a heavy hammer.

A feeling of righteous indignation spread silently among the crowd.

Qin Feng could even clearly sense countless powerful and undisguised spiritual forces intertwining and colliding in the air, filled with anger, sorrow, and resentment.

This is the front line of war; peace and tranquility are luxuries that are out of reach.

The hatred between races is amplified to an extreme degree here, leaving no room for any buffer.

Just a few kilometers after leaving the teleportation hall, Qin Feng witnessed three sudden and bloody battles.

A Black Hole-level "Demon Horn Clan" member with two horns on his head and dark red skin had his head severed by a human warrior simply because he gave a contemptuous smile as they brushed past each other.

A caravan composed of Zerg and Rock Race members attempted to deceive a weary human warrior who had just returned from battle by selling inferior goods in the trading area. However, they were immediately exposed by another human patrol team passing by. Without any further words, a fierce battle broke out between the two sides in the bustling market.

In the end, the alien caravan was completely wiped out, while the human side also paid the price of two people being seriously injured.

Chaotic, bloody, yet governed by an order of iron and blood.

In this city, the saying "those who are not of our kind will surely have different hearts" is no longer just a slogan, but a survival rule etched into our very bones.

Qin Feng did not deliberately conceal his whereabouts. He was wearing the blue-gold power armor that the Limit Lord had personally modified, and he was holding the Star Devouring Spear as he walked down the street.

His powerful aura, at the level of an extreme black hole, and the substantial, ferocious energy that had been condensed through endless battles, caused many initially ill-intentioned gazes to quietly shift away the moment they met him.

However, there are always some fools whose eyes are blinded by greed or arrogance.

At the entrance of a secluded alley, three alien races, each at the peak of the extreme black hole level and belonging to the "Shadow Clan," "Demon Clan," and "Undead Clan," blocked Qin Feng's path in a triangular formation.

"Human, your equipment looks good. You must be a newbie who just came from the rear, right?"

The leader of the undead grinned maliciously, two eerie green soul flames flickering violently on his face, which was made of pale white bones. "Hand over your armor and spatial ring, and we might consider leaving you a whole corpse."

Qin Feng stopped in his tracks. He didn't even look at the three alien races, but instead turned his head slightly to glance at the depths of the alley.

There, several other subtle presences lurked, clearly their accomplices.

"you,"

Qin Feng's voice was calm and unwavering. "Are you speaking to me?"

"Without further ado!"

The Shadow Clan member blurred in place, seemingly merging into the shadows, leaving only a cold voice, "Attack!"

Before she finished speaking, two pink beams of light shot from the eyes of the graceful demon, striking Qin Feng directly between the eyebrows.

This is a seductive technique specifically designed to bewitch the soul. Among those of the same level, the slightest carelessness will cause one to lose their composure and become a lamb to the slaughter.

At the same time, the bones of the undead race emitted a series of cracking sounds, and its body swelled to five meters tall. A huge bone blade formed from the spine, accompanied by a shrill whistling sound that tore through space, cleaved down from above.

The Shadow Clan members, who had long since vanished, appeared silently behind Qin Feng, a pitch-black dagger coated with deadly poison, like the fangs of a viper, aimed at his vital back.

Three perfectly coordinated peak-level black hole experts launched a deadly attack from three dimensions: mental, frontal, and rear.

However, they were facing Qin Feng.

Faced with a soul impact that would be troublesome even for ordinary geniuses, Qin Feng's expression remained unchanged.

When the two pink lights approached within three inches of his brow, they seemed to crash into an invisible black wall and vanished instantly, without even causing a ripple.

His spiritual sea, of the highest quality, "pure black," was as solid as the deepest singularity in the universe; how could such a level of secret technique shake it?

Facing the bone blade that was about to strike him down, Qin Feng didn't even look up. He simply raised the Star-Devouring Spear in his hand slightly.

"Ding!"

A crisp, almost melodious sound.

The massive, heavy bone knife, upon contact with the slender spear tip, shattered as if made of paper, starting from the tip and turning into a shower of bone dust.

An overwhelming and terrifying force traveled up the bone blade, shattering the five-meter-tall undead into a mixture of flesh and bones.

Just as the black dagger was about to touch his back armor, Qin Feng's figure seemed to sway slightly, as if he were a beat too slow.

The Shadow Clan assassin's pupils suddenly contracted, because his sure-fire strike had missed!
Afterimage!

Are you... looking for me?

A cold voice, like a murmur from the deepest abyss, rang in his ears.

The Shadow Clan's hair stood on end instantly. Without thinking, he was about to activate his talent again and disappear into the shadows.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

A hand covered in blue and gold armor had somehow already gripped his neck.

The power of that hand was terrifying beyond description. No matter how the Shadow Clan struggled or tried to make their bodies ethereal, they could not break free even a fraction of the way.

"Click."

With a soft crack, the Shadow Clan's head was crushed.

From the start of the battle to its end, it took only a breath.

Three notorious peak-level alien races from the Ultimate Black Hole realm, along with their accomplices deep in the alleyway who were preparing to reap the benefits, were all instantly annihilated by Qin Feng in a near-crushing manner.

He withdrew his hand, not even glancing at the wreckage on the ground, as if he had merely swatted a few flies.

He strode away, leaving behind only an alleyway gradually filled with the stench of blood.

Such episodes occurred more than a dozen times in the following days. Any alien race that dared to bare its fangs at him, regardless of its race or origin, ultimately met the same fate—death.

Qin Feng slaughtered and collected everything in his path. The corpses of these alien races, especially those powerful beings at the extreme black hole level, were a considerable fortune in themselves.

Several days later, he arrived in the Cosmic City and went to the Trading Company.

When he dumped the mountain of corpses belonging to hundreds of extreme black hole-level alien races, as well as the remains of several primary domain lords, from his subspace storage unit onto the specially made decomposition platform, even the well-informed trading house manager couldn't help but gasp.

"These...all of these are all yours alone..."

The supervisor was an elderly human whose aura was at the peak of the Domain Lord level. He looked at Qin Feng with shock and awe in his eyes.

"Count and settle accounts."

Qin Feng's words were concise and to the point.

"Yes! Yes! Right away!"

The supervisor dared not delay and immediately initiated the highest-level identification and recycling procedures.

Sophisticated instruments were deployed to scan, analyze, and value each corpse.

Without the slightest hesitation, Qin Feng immediately placed a new order in the trading house's internal system.

“I’ll take all the rare alloys on the list.”

His list includes hundreds of extremely rare metals and materials.

These include "Memory Gold," which can self-repair and absorb energy; "Sand of Nothingness," which can perfectly shield against mental probing; and "Singularity Heart Fragments," a key material that serves as the core driving force of the Machine Race, among others.

The value of this order almost exhausted all the contribution points he had just received.

When the massive amount of alloy was loaded into a specially designed space storage box and handed to Qin Feng, he had already become a minor legend in the trading industry.

A mysterious, powerful, and generous lone wolf.

Qin Feng didn't care about any of that. He took the materials and quickly left the trading house, then rented a meditation room in the Universe City with the highest level of defense.

For the next month, he stayed at home.

Inside the quiet room, Qin Feng sat cross-legged.

Before him, a vast amount of rare alloys floated in the air, like a dazzling galaxy.

His hands moved swiftly, his fingers flying across the air, constantly drawing profound and mysterious runes.

These runes contain both sophisticated technological patterns from the Machine Race and ancient secrets of human formations and weapon crafting theories.

Under his masterful skill and perfect control of pure black spiritual power, those hard alloys were like gentle flowing water, freely decomposed, recombined, and fused.

One by one, precise parts were rapidly manufactured under his will, and then assembled into shape at a speed that surpassed the limits of human imagination.

One statue, two statues, three statues...

One after another, mechanical creations, all dark gold in color, with smooth and powerful lines and eyes flashing with scarlet light, began to appear in the quiet room.

Each of these mechanical creations possesses an aura firmly positioned at the level of an extreme black hole, and within their core programs lies the combat logic of some forbidden-level secret techniques that Qin Feng copied from the Enlightenment Stele Forest.

They are killing machines, works of art in war.

A month later, when the last batch of alloy was exhausted, three hundred brand-new mechanical creations, exuding a chilling killing intent, stood silently in front of Qin Feng.

Qin Feng slowly opened his eyes, feeling the amplifying power emanating from the [Twin Masks], which had become even more powerful due to the surge in the number of "other halves," and nodded in satisfaction.

"Including what I've accumulated before, I now possess more than a thousand mechanical creations at the level of the ultimate black hole god-restriction."

"Such a massive base number allows the [Twin Masks] to a terrifyingly amplify my physical body. This is one of my greatest trump cards that makes me dare to say 'no one below the rank of Marquis can kill me'."

He was thinking silently in his mind.

"The journey to the island of death is fraught with complexity and unpredictable human nature."

I need to bring in a few of my most advanced mechanical creations, which can serve as surprise weapons in critical moments.

In addition, we need to bring a batch of spare top-grade alloys, just in case we need to create new avatars or repair equipment inside.

"even……"

A glint of light flashed in Qin Feng's eyes. "I can use these mechanical creations to disguise myself as a member of the Mechanical Race. The Mechanical Race has always acted domineeringly and eccentrically. Infiltrating them as a prodigy of the Mechanical Race might have unexpected and miraculous effects under certain circumstances."

With the plan finalized, Qin Feng began the final preparations.

He closed his eyes again, his mind sinking into the sea of ​​consciousness.

Those 30 billion body-refining secret techniques are no longer isolated pieces of knowledge, but have transformed into a vast and boundless ocean.

Qin Feng's will roamed freely within it, effortlessly integrating dozens or even hundreds of different secret techniques to deduce entirely new practical applications.

His theories have been completely transformed into an instinct for practice.

He had already mastered the supreme cultivation technique from the Machine Race—the "Intelligent Devouring Technique"—to the point of "control".

Everything is perfectly prepared!

Finally, Qin Feng took out a pair of jet-black wings from his spatial ring.

It was that secret treasure obtained from the Blood God Tower—the [Black Heaven Wings].

He had not been able to fully refine it before due to time constraints.

At this moment, he mobilized his immense spiritual power, which had reached the quality of "pure black," and like an indestructible dagger, he fiercely pierced into the layers of restrictions inside the wings.

What was once an obscure and indestructible restriction to him has become incredibly fragile in the face of his current mastery of array formations and terrifying mental power.

The first barrier... broken!

The second barrier... broken!

……

The tenth... Break!

After refining ten core restrictions in succession, the [Black Sky Wings] emitted a cheerful buzz, establishing a close connection with Qin Feng's soul, as if bound by blood.

With a thought, Qin Feng's wings instantly appeared on his back. With a gentle flap!
"Om-"

He transformed into a black streak of light, invisible to the naked eye, and vanished from the quiet room in an instant. The next moment, he quietly reappeared in the same spot.

The entire process did not even cause the slightest ripple in the space.

"So fast!"

Qin Feng was overjoyed.

According to preliminary estimates, after activating and refining the [Black Sky Wings] with ten restrictions, his cruising speed in the vacuum of space can now stably reach eight hundred times the speed of light!
This is a speed that even countless peak domain lords can only dream of!

At this point, there are no more shortcomings.

Qin Feng stood up, pushed open the door of the quiet room, transformed into an inconspicuous stream of light, soared into the sky, left this "outpost" cosmic city, and flew rapidly towards the final destination marked on the star map.

At the extreme speed of 800 times the speed of light, the originally distant star path became within reach.

Several days later, a magnificent scene that overturned normal understanding of the universe appeared at the edge of Qin Feng's vision.

The Island of Death.

It is not an island in the traditional sense, but rather a supercontinent composed of countless enormous supercontinents that stretch across the vacuum of space.

Each continent is larger than a typical galaxy.

Above it, mountains resemble dragons, rivers flow like ribbons, and even stars captured by its gravity can be seen, like embellishing lamps, slowly rotating in the sky above it.

These continents total ninety-three pieces.

Of these, the eighty-one outer islands are called "outer islands," while the twelve core islands are called "inner islands."

Together they form a massive and complex super celestial body cluster.

Countless magnificent nebulae, like colorful ribbons, are wrapped around these continents.

The shattered spatial rifts, like hideous scars on this continent, constantly spew out destructive spatial storms.

This is the Island of Death, a millstone of flesh and blood that humans and all other races have fought over for countless years, a place irrigated with blood and bones.

At this moment, in the outer island region, several enormous, stargate-like vortexes of light are slowly rotating.

Those are the entrance and exit of the Island of Death and Fall.

However, what is chilling is that within those vortexes, only warships and powerful beings of various races are constantly moving in and out.

The exit belonging to the human race was deathly silent; not a single person could be seen.

At the entrance, only a few lone wolves, resigned to certain death, would occasionally rush in, disappearing without a trace like a drop of water flowing into the ocean.

Meanwhile, in the outer star system of the Isle of Death, an even larger confrontation is taking place silently.

Tens of thousands of human warships formed an ironclad defensive line, facing off against the even larger and more diverse combined fleet of all races, locked in a fierce struggle.

The vast vacuum between the two fleets was a no-man's-land.

Small-scale frictions and conflicts erupt every moment.

Patrolling starships were reduced to dazzling fireworks in the ensuing battles; powerful beings at the black hole level and even galaxy level perished in one-on-one combat.

The shadow of war hung heavily over the starry sky.

Qin Feng's figure quietly appeared at the edge of the battlefield.

He retracted the Black Sky Wings and concealed his aura to the extreme.

Qin Feng glanced one last time at the infiltration order and information personally issued by the Lord of Limits on his wrist terminal, without alerting the human garrison that was fighting a bloody battle ahead.

His figure, like a ghost blending into the darkness, silently bypassed the main battlefield and stealthily made its way towards one of the open entrances to the outer island.

(End of this chapter)