High Martial Arts: Liver Becomes the Master of the Universe

Chapter 301 A Turmoil Among the Myriad Races! A Turbulent Situation! Taimi, the Prodigy of the Western Academy! Yunzhou, Son of the Nine Spirit King!

In a virtual space composed of pure light energy and data streams, all is silent, except for a cold and magnificent sense of order that permeates the air.

This is the highest decision-making center of the Alliance of All Races in the Holy Academy Sea Battle Zone—the Temple.

The structure of space overturns conventional physical understanding, with no distinction between heaven and earth, and no boundary between far and near.

Countless streams of dazzling golden data cascaded down from the invisible dome like waterfalls, then flowed into the unfathomable abyss, forming endless, ever-repeating chains of laws.

At the center of these data chains, an enormous circular conference table floats in the air. Its tabletop is not a physical object, but rather composed of billions of constantly flashing and changing star map runes, each rune representing an important strategic coordinate within the Holy Academy Sea.

Around the conference table, psionic projections, exuding a terrifying aura as deep as the sea, quietly coalesced and eventually took on a clear form.

They are the highest decision-makers—Emperor-level powerhouses—of more than ten top races, including the Crystal Race, Starry Sky Beasts, Undead Race, Holy Light Race, Demon Race, Mechanical Race, and Shadow Race, in this cosmic war zone.

Each projection is as majestic as a mountain, and its very existence distorts the surrounding virtual laws.

Their wills converge here, enough to determine the fate of billions of lives and unleash a war that sweeps across countless galaxies.

The atmosphere of the meeting was solemn and oppressive until a huge human-shaped crystal projection on the main seat of the conference table completely solidified. Its entire body was composed of billions of perfect rhomboid crystal facets, each of which reflected a different starry sky, as if it contained a complete universe within its body.

A clear and absolutely majestic voice resounded simultaneously deep within the souls of all the powerful individuals.

"Everyone."

The one who spoke was none other than the initiator and leader of this alliance action, the Crystal Clan's Prism Emperor.

His voice contained no emotional fluctuations, yet it possessed an inherent sense of order that commanded the submission of all things.

"The purpose of this meeting is to conduct a final review of the current battle situation at the Holy Academy Sea and to establish the core strategic objectives for the next stage."

Prism Emperor's crystalline body rotated slightly, and the star map runes in the center of the conference table instantly changed, with seventeen runes lighting up simultaneously, radiating a dazzling A-grade red light.

"Based on comprehensive calculations using information shared by our clan and other clans, there are currently seventeen important secret realms in the Holy Academy Sea that have been rated as 'A-level' or higher."

These seventeen secret realms are crucial to our resource acquisition, strategic depth, and suppression of human forces in the Holy Academy Naval Zone over the next million years.

He paused, and one of the illuminated runes suddenly enlarged, transforming into a 3D projection of an island floating above the conference table.

The island was entirely black, shrouded in an aura of death and foreboding; it was the Island of Death and Demise.

"And within these seventeen A-level secret realms,"

The Prism Emperor's voice suddenly became more forceful, carrying an undeniable determination: "The strategic value of 'Island of Death' ranks first after final analysis."

He extended a giant finger made of crystal and gently touched the island's projection.

The projection unfolded instantly, revealing countless resource points within it, radiating a seven-colored halo, as well as a mysterious mark located at the core of the island, faintly visible, seemingly connected to another dimension, exuding an aura of eternity and immortality.

"It is not only the most resource-rich and highest-quality secret realm known to date, but its 'cosmic crystals' can also directly supplement the shortcomings of our alliance in high-end combat power. More importantly,"

The Prism Emperor's gaze swept over every Emperor present. "According to the oldest star chart records and prophecies of our race, the spiritual energy tides of the Island of Death and Fall have a direct spiritual energy connection with the 'Mountain of Immortality' that will appear in the world tens of thousands of years from now."

Occupying this island today is to make the most crucial first move in the battle for the Eternal Mountain tens of thousands of years later.

This battle is the foundational one for our alliance's strategy and plans to cripple humanity's future for the next million years; its importance needs no further explanation.

As Prism Emperor finished speaking, a body composed entirely of liquid metal-like data streams began to fluctuate violently beside the conference table. Its shape changed hundreds of millions of times in a fraction of a second, finally settling into a simple humanoid silhouette, followed by a synthesized voice devoid of any emotion.

"I agree with Prism Emperor's strategic value assessment."

Speaker: Zero Emperor of the Mech Race.

Every word he utters is based on absolutely rational analysis of massive amounts of data.

"My database has conducted in-depth learning and summarization of all human war behavior patterns over the past 300,000 years."

On Zero Emperor's projected body, countless complex blue data streams appeared, forming a huge logical analysis diagram.

"Data shows that there is a significant gap in the number of outstanding talents among the human race this generation. At the Domain Lord level, they lack the decisive power to directly confront our race's God-level talents."

The known geniuses who have shown astonishing potential at the black hole level, such as the recently rising star Qin Feng, as well as Caesar, Fire Dragon, and others, have, according to the latest intelligence, not yet broken through to the domain lord level.

Zero Emperor's voice was cold and precise.

"Based on the core variable of 'a lack of successors in high-end combat power,' combined with the human race's strategic character of being 'steady' and 'resilient' but 'avoiding unnecessary risks,' we have deduced their behavioral patterns and concluded that if they cannot gain an advantage on the domain-level battlefield of the Island of Death, there is a 97.3% probability that they will choose to 'strategically retreat,' trading space for time, holding onto their core territory, and waiting for the next generation of prodigies to grow."

Zero Emperor's analysis was immediately and rudely endorsed by another being.

"Hmph, your analysis is correct! A bunch of cowardly wimps!"

Boom!

A thunderous roar exploded in the virtual space, and a colossal projection of a ferocious beast head, so large it almost occupied half the space, roared as it appeared.

It was the head of a colossal cosmic beast. Even as a projection, the primal, violent, and all-consuming aura emanating from it caused the surrounding data streams to become disordered.

The giant jaws of the Starry Sky Beast opened and closed like black holes, emitting a deafening roar: "Intelligence is the most direct evidence! My scouts have been monitoring other war zones for hundreds of years! There are signs of large-scale troop movements by the human race in the other sixteen A-level secret realms, especially in the 'Primordial Mineral Vein' and the 'Void Temple,' and there are even psionic fluctuations from Marquis-level powerhouses."

"Only on the Island of Death!"

The giant jaw's tone was full of disdain and mockery, "What did they do? They only sent a small force mainly composed of black hole-level cultivators! Just one! Are they kidding us? This kind of reinforcement isn't even enough to fill the gaps between the teeth of our soldiers!"

"This is undoubtedly a smokescreen to sacrifice the pawn to save the king!"

The giant jaws roared in conclusion, "They have completely abandoned Death Island! Sending this small force here now is nothing more than using these cannon fodder's lives to put on a show of resistance, delaying our complete occupation of the outer island, and buying them precious time for their operations in the other sixteen battlefields!"
Ridiculous! Foolish!

The giant jaws' judgment immediately resonated in another area.

That area was shrouded in a dense black aura of death year-round, from which a hoarse, cold voice, seemingly emanating from the depths of the underworld, emanated.

“Our clan’s ‘soul network’ has reached a similar conclusion.”

Black mist surged, and a skeletal figure draped in a tattered black robe could be vaguely seen—it was the Withering Emperor of the Undead Clan.

"In the past era, our race's 'Listeners' have been monitoring the internal communications of the human race in the front-line space cities."

Data shows that the frequency of communication and the intensity of psionic energy related to the Isle of Death have decreased by more than 90% in the last three hundred years.

The surviving communications are filled with despair, pessimism, and requests to wait for their turn.

Their morale has clearly plummeted.

The Withering Emperor's tone carried a hint of amusement and cruelty: "As for the so-called reinforcements, in our soul network monitoring, they are more like a funeral ceremony with a pre-written script."

Their intention was clear: to use the deaths of these cannon fodder to wear down our forces, making us waste time chasing these small fry and thus misleading us into believing they had completely shifted their main force to other battlefields.

As representatives from several core groups spoke in succession, intelligence and analysis were laid out one by one, forming a complete and logically consistent chain of evidence.

The other powerful figures present, such as the Holy Radiance Emperor of the Holy Light Clan whose entire body radiates a purifying light, the Demon Queen of the Demon Clan with her nine tails, and the Shadowless Emperor of the Shadow Clan who hides in the dimensional rift, all nodded in agreement.

In their view, everything was already clear.

The human race has made the most rational, yet most helpless, choice – to strategically abandon the Death Island of Z.

After listening quietly to everyone's analysis, Prism Emperor's body, composed of billions of crystal facets, reflected a cold light, clearly indicating that he was extremely satisfied with the conclusion.

"very good."

His authoritative voice rang out again, bringing the discussion to a close.

"Now that we have confirmed the strategic intentions of the human race, we no longer need to have any reservations about our next actions."

As Prism Emperor's giant crystal finger swept through the air, runes containing supreme will began to form.

"I propose that we launch 'Operation Cleanup.' We should gather all our mobile forces in the outer star system of Death Island, including the reserves and elite hunting squads of each race, and launch a decisive, all-out offensive against all remaining human forces on the outer island of Death Island!"

His voice suddenly turned sharp, filled with a chilling aura.

"Our goal is to annihilate all human troops stationed on the outer island before the next simultaneous opening of the entrance and exit, that is, within the next 30,000 years, to destroy all their strongholds and turn the entire outer island into a complete 'dead island'! To completely cut off any possibility for them to turn the tide using the 'Resurrection Mark'!"

"Seconded!"

The giant jaws of the starry beast were the first to roar in response, shaking the entire virtual space.

"Data models show that this plan has a success rate of over 99.8%."

The Zero Emperor of the Mechanical Race provided cold, numerical support: "The only possibility of failure is that the Human Race produces an invincible peak Domain Lord God-level genius, but the probability is extremely low, equivalent to 0."

"Our undead army has longed to taste fresh souls for a long time."

The Necromancer's Withering Emperor let out a sinister laugh.

The other powerful figures who had been granted the title of Emperor also expressed their agreement.

In this brief meeting, a comprehensive trap was easily woven for the human garrison on the Isle of Death.

In their eyes, this was nothing more than a predictable wrap-up, a feast to divide the spoils of victory.

Humanity's resistance was merely a final, powerless lament.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. They have waited for so many years for this one period of time, which coincides with the fact that the human race's geniuses are still at the Black Hole level, and there are no God-forbidden geniuses at the Domain Lord level.

They must seize this opportunity!

At the end of the meeting, to ensure the plan would go perfectly, the Shadow King of the Shadow Clan offered a supplementary suggestion.

"Although the human race is already at its last gasp, we still need to be wary of the individual breakthrough abilities of its top geniuses."

I suggest we re-examine the cosmic wanted list and the list of top geniuses from the Human Race Holy Academy to confirm whether any of them possess the potential to threaten the combat power of our army's peak domain lords.

The cautious suggestion, however, elicited a few barely audible chuckles.

Faced with an overwhelming advantage, such caution seems somewhat superfluous.

But Zero, the Machine Race's Zero King, still carried out the order.

A huge golden list immediately appeared on his data stream body. It was a cosmic wanted poster for human geniuses, jointly issued by the Alliance of All Races.

On the list, names shone brightly.

"Qin Feng, at the black hole level limit, has mastered multiple top-level inheritances and possesses cosmic artifacts. His overall combat strength is comparable to that of a primary or intermediate domain lord. Threat level: High."

"Caesar, at the black hole level, is a disciple of the human race's 'Lord of the Holy Feathers.' His combat strength is comparable to that of an ordinary domain lord. Threat level: High."

"Fire dragon..."

“Zhou Yu…”

Zero listed a series of familiar names, accompanied by incredibly detailed data analysis.

However, when these analyses ultimately point to a comparison of actual combat capabilities, the results are surprisingly consistent.

"...Based on the existing battle records and intelligence, the probability of all the aforementioned Black Hole-level or primary Domain Lords successfully challenging our peak God-forbidden-level Domain Lords stationed on Deathfall Island, such as the Crystal Clan's 'Prism,' the Undead Clan's 'Withering Knight,' and the Mechanical Clan's 'Slayer,' is less than 0.0001%."

Zero Emperor coldly stated his conclusion.

"This is an insurmountable gap. The difference between a black hole-level being and a peak domain lord cannot be bridged by talent and inheritance."

Even if they possess the potential to reach the level of a god, it will still take them a long time to grow.

But now, they don't have that time.

This conclusion was the cornerstone of their final decision, and the most unbreakable iron law in their understanding.

How can a black hole limit shake a battle-hardened, top-tier expert at the realm of domain lords?
Even if this idea were presented at the highest council of the Human Race Holy Academy, it would be considered a pipe dream.

The ultimate ruler of the human race personally set up what can be called the most brutal final test in history to verify Qin Feng's boast: "Below the title of Marquis, no one can kill me..."

Even the leaders of the human race were initially skeptical and needed to witness the miracle with their own eyes before they believed it, let alone the emperors of all races who considered themselves noble and regarded the human race as their mortal enemy.

They could never imagine, and would never consider, such extraordinary possibilities in their strategic planning.

In their cognitive system built from cold data and past experience, rules are meant to be followed, and big data is never too biased.

Qin Feng's very existence is a complete and utter variable that breaks the rules.

This variable is now silently infiltrating their seemingly impregnable chessboard.

"In that case, let's get started."

The majestic voice of the Prism Emperor brought the meeting to a close.

The virtual meeting then ended.

Within the magnificent temple space, one after another, the projections of the Emperors, as deep as the sea, dissipated, transforming into the purest spiritual energy information and returning to their respective star systems.

But their will had already coalesced into cold, chilling, and unyielding commands, which, through the secret network of the subspace, were transmitted at a speed exceeding the speed of light to the distant Isle of Death and to the armies of myriad races that were poised for battle and burning with killing intent.

A vast net woven from self-confidence is beginning to slowly close in.

Its target is the hundred or so human squads on the island who are struggling in despair and waiting for a miracle.

The commanders of all races believed that once this net was cast, there would be no suspense whatsoever.

They didn't know that the net was about to capture not a trembling lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Instead, it is a ferocious god that has just awakened and is quietly opening its eyes in the abyss!
……

The Island of Death, Outer Island, Squad 78.

This place was once a barren asteroid with a diameter of no more than 100 kilometers. Now its interior has been completely hollowed out, forming a simple yet sturdy war fortress.

The psychic shield, shimmering with a faint light, operated silently beneath the asteroid's rocky layers, like a thin eggshell, struggling to isolate itself from the chaotic spacetime force field that raged relentlessly from the outside world.

The interior of the fortress was cramped and oppressive, with black marks left by psionic weapons and jagged claw marks visible everywhere on the cold alloy walls.

The air was filled with a complex and pungent smell—the metallic stench, the burnt residue left by psionic overload, the dullness of the life support system's circulation, and a faint, indistinct bloody odor that could not be completely eradicated no matter how much it was cleaned, as if it had seeped into the depths of the alloy.

This is the front line.

There were no grand pronouncements, no glamorous facades, only the daily struggles and battles for survival.

In the central assembly area of ​​the fortress, ten figures stood solemnly.

Six of them exuded a deep, resolute aura, their armor covered in scars, their eyes like weathered rocks, cold and unyielding.

They are the veterans of this squad, the cornerstone that holds up this fragile defense line.

At this moment, their scrutinizing gazes were fixed on the three newly joined "recruits" and a silent "unofficial staff member".

"I am Long Zhan, the captain of the 78th Squad."

A deep, steady voice broke the oppressive silence.

The one who spoke was an exceptionally burly middle-aged man.

He wore heavy armor that had turned a greenish-gold color from the ravages of war; every seam and every inch of the armor bore the marks of countless battles.

That wasn't decoration; it was a medal, an honor, proof of countless times he had struggled back from the brink of death.

His skin was dark, and his short blond hair was like a burning flame, exuding an explosive sense of power.

He didn't deliberately release his aura, but the pressure of a high-level Domain Lord was like an invisible volcano, instilling instinctive awe in everyone. His gaze was pragmatic and sharp as he swept over the new faces before him, showing neither welcome nor rejection, only a calm, businesslike demeanor.

"Welcome to Squad 78. Remember, from this moment on, forget all your identities, backgrounds, and honors from the rear. Here, you have only one identity—human warriors. You are surrounded only by your comrades, and you face only your enemies. Understand?"

"clear."

The responses were sparse, but they carried an undeniable certainty.

Standing first on Long Zhan's left was a handsome young man with a calm demeanor.

He wore a brand-new set of standard silver armor, exquisitely designed but lacking any distinctive features; it was the standard model issued by the Human Race Holy Academy to the winners of the Genius Battle. His cultivation level was at the initial Domain Lord level, and his aura was as condensed as a drawn sword, sharp yet restrained.

Facing Long Zhan's gaze, he nodded slightly and introduced himself succinctly: "Yunzhou, from the universe's genius Zhan."

His voice was cold and clear, and his words revealed no extra information.

Yunzhou deliberately concealed his identity as the most outstanding son of the Nine Spirits King. His deep eyes swept lightly over the other recruits, his gaze calm and low-key, or perhaps, it was a kind of arrogance on another level.

Right next to Yunzhou was a young man who was out of place with his surroundings.

He wore a brand-new, magnificent set of golden soft armor, which shimmered with light and was engraved with intricate defensive patterns. It was clear that the armor was very expensive and was more like a work of art than a tool for killing.

His expression was tense, his lips were tightly pressed together, and his body was slightly stiff, as if he was trying his best to remain calm, but his wandering eyes still betrayed his inner unease.

His aura was at the extreme black hole level, but compared with other experts of the same level, it seemed somewhat superficial, like a flower grown in a greenhouse, which, although beautiful, lacked the baptism of wind and rain.

“I…I am called Tammy, and I come from the West Courtyard of the Holy Academy.”

He stammered, his voice trembling, "My father... he was a king who sacrificed his life for his people."

When his father was mentioned, he instinctively straightened his chest, and a hint of pride and sadness flashed in his eyes.

The last person stood at the very end of the line, as silent as a roadside stone.

Qin Feng was dressed in the most ordinary black combat uniform, without any insignia or decorations, the kind of uniform that would be easily lost in a crowd.

His aura was perfectly contained at the level of an extreme black hole, neither too much nor too little, utterly ordinary.

The identity information that the Lord of Limits personally forged for him was so perfect that it was enough to deceive even the detection of a King-level expert.

In this file, he is described as an orphan who rose to prominence during a border war. He was of above-average talent, neither particularly good nor bad. Due to a chance encounter, he gained some minor merit and was thus exceptionally assigned to the battlefield on the Island of Death.

A typical image of "cannon fodder" who could be swallowed up by the tide of war at any time.

"My name is Qin."

Facing the gazes of the crowd, he uttered only two words.

After speaking, Qin Feng stood silently to the side again, his eyelids slightly lowered, as if he were resting with his eyes closed. In reality, he was taking in every inch of the surrounding space, every person's micro-expression, and the frequency of every breath in a way that did not attract attention.

The remaining six veterans in the squad remained indifferent after the three newcomers finished their self-introductions.

For them, the arrival of newcomers is commonplace; they may be standing here today, but tomorrow they could be a cold corpse.

Emotion is the most luxurious thing on the battlefield.

They simply gave out their code names as a matter of routine.

"Butcher."

A burly man carrying a giant axe grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth.

He and another silent warrior in his squad both came from the "Fleshcutter Chapter," a chapter known for its fearlessness and ruthlessness, whose murderous aura was almost tangible.

"Iron Fist." "Phantom." "Barrier."

Three elite soldiers from various space nations announced their numbers in succession. They stood ramrod straight and were disciplined, displaying typical military bearing.

The last veteran was a lean lone wolf, said to have been a top-ranking talent in the previous ten Genius Battles. He merely glanced at the newcomer and uttered a single word in a hoarse voice: "Crow."

After the brief introductory ceremony, the atmosphere in Team 78 remained cold and heavy.

Captain Long Zhan was used to this, and he turned around and activated the tactical light screen behind him.

With a soft hum, a huge three-dimensional star map unfolded before everyone, marking the intricate and complex enemy and friendly forces in red and blue.

The red dots were densely packed, covering more than 90 percent of the entire outer island area, while the blue dots were pitifully sparse, like a few fireflies in the dark, which could go out at any moment.

Long Zhan pointed to the star map, his voice becoming serious: "The outer island battlefield is currently under the unified command of Commander Canglang. We have a total of 137 squads, like ours, scattered across this vast area, carrying out guerrilla, reconnaissance, harassment, and rescue missions."

His fingers tapped several key points where the red light was particularly strong.

"Remember, the number of enemies we are facing is at least a hundred times greater than our own."

The Allied Forces of All Races are determined to take over the Island of Death and have committed an unprecedented amount of power.

Therefore, the highest order issued by command, and the primary principle that our squad must obey with our lives, is—survival!

"Only by surviving can we continue to fight the enemy."

Only by surviving can we preserve the flame of humanity.

When faced with an opponent you cannot defeat, retreat immediately without any hesitation or wishful thinking.

This isn't cowardice, it's an order!

Long Zhan's gaze swept over everyone, lingering for a second longer on the tense-looking face of Taimi.

"Furthermore, the spacetime force field of the outer island is extremely chaotic, and any long-distance communication and detection methods will be severely interfered with."

Our mental detection range will be compressed to one millionth or even less of its normal range.

This is both our natural cover, giving us the opportunity to conceal our whereabouts, and also the enemy's.

Many times, you might brush past a powerful enemy squad without realizing it, or you might find yourself walking right into their encirclement the next second.

"So, pay close attention! This is no playground for you to play games; every step you take could lead you to hell!"

These words made Tammy, who had just joined, turn even paler, and he subconsciously clenched his fists.

Just then, Qin Feng, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up.

His voice wasn't loud, but it sounded exceptionally clear in the quiet environment.

"Captain, I heard some news before I came."

Qin Feng looked up at Long Zhan, his eyes as calm as a bottomless ancient well. "It is said that the higher-ups have decided that we should hold out on the outer island for 30,000 years. No large-scale reinforcements will arrive until the next time the entrance and exit open simultaneously."

The news has already spread, and everyone knows it, including Yunzhou. Qin Feng's words were meant for Taimi, to prepare the newcomer mentally.

The moment these words were spoken, the air seemed to freeze instantly.

The veterans' expressions changed slightly.

The most shocked person was Tammy.

His eyes widened in disbelief.

The problems in Yunzhou, like a sharp steel needle, pierced through the hazy window paper called "hope," revealing the cruelest and bloodiest reality to everyone.

Thirty thousand years.

No support!
This means that they, along with all the more than one hundred squads fighting on the outer islands, became an isolated force, abandoned pawns.

Their mission was no longer victory, but to use their lives and time to buy a buffer of 30,000 years for the grand strategy of the entire human race.

After a brief silence, the first to break it was a veteran of the Fleshcutter chapter codenamed "The Butcher".

"Ha ha ha ha……"

He suddenly burst into a loud, boisterous laugh that made the entire fortress vibrate.

He patted the giant axe at his waist, revealing his gleaming white teeth. His eyes showed no fear, but rather a bloodthirsty fervor.

"Thirty thousand years? That'll be over in the blink of an eye! We Space Marines have been risking our lives since the day we stepped onto the battlefield, we're used to it!"

So what if I die! As long as I can take a few alien bastards down with me, I'll have made a profit!
After death, their souls return to the Golden Throne, where they can watch their descendants continue to slaughter those sons of bitches! How satisfying!

His words were crude, yet they carried a raw, unyielding courage and magnanimity, a heroic spirit that disregarded life and death.

Immediately after the butcher spoke, it was Yunzhou who did.

He was completely different from the butcher's wildness; he just smiled faintly, his handsome face showing no emotion, his eyes as deep as the starry sky.

"This is a decision made by the highest levels of the human race."

His voice was calm and rational: "Any strategic decision must be made after a comprehensive consideration of the interests of the entire human race for millions or tens of millions of years to come."

We are caught in the middle of this situation, our vision limited to a tiny patch of land. But those great figures see the entire cosmos.

"As chess pieces, we only need to play our proper role on the chessboard, in our own positions, and execute commands."

This is a soldier's duty, and it is also what we, as human beings, are inherently obligated to do.

His words reveal an innate "big picture" perspective, an absolutely rational, elitist way of thinking.

He understood and accepted this sacrifice because he believed it was "right".

However, such "correctness" was nothing short of a bolt from the blue for Tammy.

His face turned deathly pale instantly, devoid of any color, and his lips trembled slightly uncontrollably.

This news was completely different from what his mother said when she tearfully saw him off.

"Tami, it's good for you to go to the front lines and gain some experience. Although Death Island is dangerous, it has many human experts and is full of strong people. Just think of it as a special graduation test. Soon... soon you will be back safely."

His mother's gentle words still echoed in his ears, but the reality before him was like a merciless hammer, shattering all his fantasies and hopes.

Holding out for 30,000 years? Without reinforcements?

This isn't training, this is suicide!

He looked at Captain Long Zhan in a panic. His eyes, which had previously held a hint of pride, were now filled with fear and pleading. He desperately wanted his captain to stand up and tell everyone that the guy in black was talking nonsense.

Long Zhan noticed Taimi's loss of composure. A barely perceptible hint of pity flashed across his weathered face, but more so, an unwavering determination.

He didn't reprimand Qin Feng, nor did he comfort Taimi. He simply took a deep breath and said in an extremely heavy voice:

"That is indeed the instruction. For the next 30,000 years, all we can do is try to survive."

"We don't need to think too much about strategic matters, nor can we understand them."

"All I know is that the reason why our human race has been able to stand tall among all the races in the universe is not because of conspiracies or tricks, nor is it some kind of bullshit luck."

It is thanks to generations of people, people like us, who, with their flesh and blood, have built the edifice of 'civilization' behind us.

"We are the bricks that make up this building."

It may be inconspicuous, it may wear out, it may be replaced.

But as long as the building stands, we have value.

His words lacked the butcher's impassioned passion and Yunzhou's profound philosophy, but possessed a simple, weighty, and undeniable power.

"If my sacrifice, if the sacrifice of the Seventy-Eighth Squad, if the sacrifice of all the brothers on this outer island can bring a greater victory for the future of humanity, then it will be my honor, and the honor of all of us."

After speaking, he turned his gaze back to the tactical screen, as if what was flashing on it was not cold data, but the future fate of the human race.

No one spoke in the entire assembly area.

The butcher stopped smiling and silently wiped his giant axe.

A touch of emotion stirred within Yunzhou's rationality.

Even the silent veterans' eyes became increasingly resolute.

Only Tammy remains immersed in immense confusion.

The brutal reality of war, like a mountain pressing down on him, was presented so directly to Taimi, a pampered "son of heaven," for the first time, almost crushing him.

Qin Feng, who caused all of this, acted from beginning to end like a quiet, unassuming but attentive ordinary recruit. He silently noted everyone's reactions, every word Long Zhan said, and every key coordinate on the star map.

In the blink of an eye, when no one was paying attention, a wisp of his mind had quietly sunk into his inner world.

It was a vast and boundless starry sky, a singularity radiating primordial light, slowly rotating.

Around the singularity, thousands of mechanical avatars of various shapes and terrifying auras floated silently, like the most loyal guardians.

"'Thunderbolt', activate."

A silent command was issued in Qin Feng's mind.

One of the god-level mechanical avatars, whose appearance was almost identical to the standard combat weapon of the mechanical race, flashed red light in its eyes and silently broke away from the group.

It did not cause any spatial fluctuations; it simply transformed into a barely perceptible stream of light, pierced through the relay station's psionic shield, and merged into the chaotic spacetime force field outside.

This avatar, codenamed "Thunderbolt," will become Qin Feng's true eyes and blade, secretly gathering intelligence on the outer islands of the Island of Death and carrying out special missions that cannot be made public.

At the same time, Qin Feng's main consciousness, empowered by the terrifying computing power of the [Primordial Singularity], had begun to operate frantically.

On one hand, he input all the tactical maps he obtained from Dragon War, the known enemy deployment information, and the first batch of real-time chaotic force field data that "Thunderbolt" had just transmitted back into the [Primordial Singularity] for analysis and deduction, to construct a battlefield model that was far more accurate and three-dimensional than the one on Dragon War's light screen.

On the other hand, he was also deducing his own secret techniques.

The Ancient Hammer, the Inch of Light, and the vast array of 30 billion secret techniques were all constantly disassembled, recombined, and optimized within the light of the singularity to adapt to the current unique battlefield environment.

Qin Feng's appearance is that of a silent recruit.

But behind the scenes, he is a war machine operating at maximum efficiency.

Qin Feng's gaze fell on a corner of the tactical light screen, on a constantly jumping countdown.

[Date of complete closure of entrance/exit: 9 years, 364 days, 23 hours and 59 minutes...]

His eyes were calm and unwavering, as deep as an abyss.

Qin Feng, like a drop of water, silently merged into the stream known as the "Seventy-Eighth Squad".

He integrated into the team while forging his own path, constantly refining his ultimate secret technique.

He only needs to perfect the ultimate secret technique to be recognized by the will of the universe to directly advance to become a domain lord!
Qin Feng's ultimate secret technique is a grand concept. If perfected, it would at least be a high-level domain lord secret technique, or even a peak domain lord secret technique.

In other words, once Qin Feng advances, he will be able to reach the peak Domain Lord level!
"I wonder if I can complete the Path to the Limit and advance to the Domain Lord in 30,000 years."

"If we succeed, then there will be no doubt that we will break through the Island of Death and Fall."

Qin Feng muttered to himself.

(End of this chapter)