High Martial Arts: Liver Becomes the Master of the Universe

Chapter 313 Resurrection and Conquest of Alien Races! Seizing the Crystallization of the Universe! Qin Feng in Seclusion, the Primordial Furnace!

Just as the myriad races were basking in their triumph, a Stone Race Marquis, with a burly physique, a body made of obsidian, and surrounded by a heavy force field, was about to break through the last core treasure vault's restriction, which had been blessed by a human hero with a Dao seal before his fall, with his invincible fist, a sudden change occurred!
"Om-"

A strange, indescribable vibration resounded without warning over the ruins of the Unyielding City.

This sound did not travel through the air, but acted directly on the soul level, causing the souls of the more than 370 Marquis-level experts present to feel an indescribable tremor and suppression at the same moment.

Immediately afterwards, the entire dark sky above the inner island, stained with blood and fire, was completely illuminated by a pure, golden light.

One hundred and twenty incredibly thick golden beams of light, seemingly formed directly from the fundamental laws of the universe, ignored the shattered spatial barriers and chaotic currents of law on the inner island, piercing down with unmistakable precision and imbued with supreme will.

Their target is not the revelry of the myriad races being crowned with titles, but the last remains and indomitable imprints of human heroes scattered throughout the ruins.

The golden light was so dazzling and magnificent, and the fluctuations of life and spacetime laws contained within it were so intense that even these powerful marquises who were used to seeing the wonders of the universe felt their hearts tremble with fear.

"That's resurrection?!"

The first to exclaim was a Spirit Race Marquis who was playing with a crystal of the universe. His voice was filled with sharp shock and confusion.

His body, composed of pure spiritual energy, rippled violently uncontrollably under the golden light, as if it were about to be purified by this supremely yang and powerful force.

All the nobles of the myriad races immediately stopped what they were doing, and they looked up at the sky.

Every face was filled with astonishment and shock, as they had fallen from their smugness to the depths of despair.

"This is... the Light of Resurrection?!"

Under the horrified and terrified gazes of all the noble races, the one hundred and twenty golden beams of light, like the spears of salvation cast by the gods, landed precisely on the ruins.

Wherever the golden light touched, time seemed to flow backward, and space began to be reshaped.

Within a pillar of light, a spine shimmering with undying spiritual light condensed first, like a soaring dragon, followed by the skull, sternum, limbs, and all the other bones...

Countless mysterious life runes danced within the pillar of light, entwining the bones and beginning to weave flesh, fascia, and meridians.

A strong and powerful heart pounded loudly in the empty chest cavity, producing the first muffled sound like an ancient divine drum.

In just a few breaths, the imposing, mountain-like body of Qingtianhou was completely reshaped.

He suddenly opened his tightly closed eyes, and the initial trace of confusion in his eyes lasted for less than a fraction of a second before being completely replaced by the endless grief and raging fury he felt as he recalled the moment he died in battle.

He slowly clenched his fists, feeling the power surging through his limbs and bones, even more powerful than before his fall, a sense of peak experience that was both familiar and unfamiliar filled his entire body.

Within another pillar of light, the figure of Marquis Liewu also materialized. Every inch of his muscle was brimming with explosive power, and his skin even retained the indomitable, frenzied fighting spirit he possessed before his death. He casually moved his neck, the bones cracking with a series of crisp sounds, and a ferocious, bloodthirsty smile returned to his unrestrained lips: "You scum, your grandpa is back!"

The sound wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of every Marquis of the Myriad Races, like poisoned blades piercing their hearts.

Immediately following were the third, the fourth... and the one hundred and twentieth figure.

Sword Marquis's figure coalesced within the pillar of light. He was like a peerless divine sword drawn from its sheath, his invisible sword intent soaring into the sky and shattering the surrounding laws.

The beautiful body of Bingxin Hou reappeared. In an instant, the ruins within a radius of ten thousand miles centered on her were covered by a layer of deadly frost, and the energy particles in the air were frozen, turning into a death zone of absolute zero.

One after another, powerful human marquises with iron wills and imposing auras returned to the mortal realm in their most perfect and peak condition, bathed in the light of these 120 golden pillars!

At this moment, time seemed to stand still.

The nobles of all races were completely stunned.

"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"

A necromancer, engulfed in pale flames, roared hysterically. His soul fire pulsed violently, revealing his extreme fear. "How could humans possibly have any more resurrection chances?! Their resurrection marks were completely exhausted by our relentless attacks from over 370 lords! I personally witnessed the last resurrection mark of Lord Qingtian shatter!"

"One hundred and twenty... not one missing, all resurrected! And at the same time!"

Another Shadow Clan member, whose voice was hoarse and dry, filled with disbelief and trembling, said, "To support such a large-scale collective resurrection, one hundred and twenty resurrection marks are needed."

"What's going on? Weren't all the humans on the outer islands wiped out?"

Doubt spread rapidly among the more than 370 marquises of various races, like a plague.

They were just enjoying the fruits of their victory, dividing up the spoils, and dreaming of the glory after leaving the Island of Death, but in the blink of an eye, the souls they had sent to hell with their own hands returned in a more powerful manner!

Meanwhile, the 120 newly resurrected human marquis-level experts were also filled with doubts.

As Qingtianhou looked around, feeling the abundant power within his body and the immense, unbelievable resurrection energy imprint deep within his soul, his heart was also filled with turbulent waves.

He remembered very clearly that he had exhausted all his chances of resurrection, burned his soul, and launched a final, desperate charge.

What exactly happened on the outer island?
Hasn't the human race already been defeated, or even wiped out, with no chance of resurrection?
"Three million seven hundred thousand resurrection marks?!"

As Qingtianhou's mind sank into the rules of the Island of Death and Fall, his eyes widened instantly.

But he didn't have time to wonder.

As their gaze swept across the scene before them, all doubts and questions were instantly swallowed up by boundless rage and overwhelmed by intense killing intent.

What did they see?
He saw that the "unyielding city" he had once protected with his life and blood had now become a ruin.

They saw those scum of all races standing on their homeland, recklessly breaking the final barrier they had laid with their lives.

They saw those cosmic treasures that should have belonged to the human race, used to nurture future generations and strengthen their foundation, being defiled and divided up by the dirty hands of those alien races!

I saw the lingering jubilation of the victors and their contempt for humanity on the faces of those invaders!
What a disgrace!
This is the most vicious blasphemy against all the fallen heroes!
No words or communication are needed.

Upon witnessing this scene, the 120 human marquises had only one thought in their eyes.

"kill!!!"

Lord Qingtian didn't utter a single unnecessary word.

He roared to the heavens with a deafening roar powerful enough to shatter the stars. Behind him, the "Heaven-Supporting Dao Seal," embodying the essence of his life's martial arts and his indomitable will, suddenly appeared!
It was not a physical entity, but a phantom of a divine mountain of unimaginable magnificence. It seemed to be the backbone of the universe and the pillar of heaven and earth, engraved with countless thick and ancient divine runes of law, exuding a terrifying aura that suppressed eternity and crushed everything.

"Rumble--"

The moment the "Sky-Supporting Dao Seal" appeared, the entire inner island space emitted a mournful cry of unbearable strain.

With a single step, Qingtianhou appeared above the most densely populated area of ​​the myriad races' marquises. The majestic phantom of the divine mountain behind him, carrying the power to destroy the world, slammed down on the group of myriad races' marquises who were still in shock and panic below!
The great battle erupted instantly at the most unexpected moment, in the most brutal and direct manner!

This is an ultimate clash between the Tao and the physical body—a clash devoid of any frills or retreat, a clash of the most primal and brutal forces.

In the previous Inner Island War, which lasted for tens of thousands of years and ended with the complete annihilation of the human race, all of humanity's treasures—whether weapons or armor—had long since shattered and disintegrated in the repeated clashes of laws, turning into cosmic dust.

Now, all they can rely on are their own bodies, forged through countless trials, and the "Dao Seal" that carries all their principles and beliefs!
Although the human marquises were outnumbered by 120 to 370, at this moment, they felt no fear or hesitation, only an endless rage and desire for revenge that had been suppressed to the extreme.

With a death wish and a madness that seemed to thrive on the face of death, they launched a fearless charge.

Every human who was granted the title of Marquis unleashed their "Dao Seal" to its fullest potential the moment they were resurrected.

"The ruthless sword path, slaying all evil!"

Sword Marquis's figure transformed into a streak of light, as if he had merged with his "Ruthless Sword Seal".

That sword imprint transformed into a dazzling river of sword energy that stretched across the sky for tens of thousands of miles, with each drop of "river water" being a terrifying sword energy capable of easily tearing apart a high-level domain lord.

The river of sword energy surged and roared, charging directly into the formation composed of dozens of marquises from myriad races.

"Sealed for eternity, its soul severed in the deepest abyss!"

Bingxin Hou's "Ice Soul Dao Seal" transformed into an enormous, unparalleled ice-blue snowflake. The snowflake slowly rotated, and extreme cold spread out, not affecting the material level, but directly freezing the soul and laws.

Dozens of Marquises from myriad races felt their souls stiffen, their thoughts sluggish, and the light of their Dao Seals dimmed for a moment.

Marquis Liewu was even more ferocious. His "Undying Battle Seal" transformed into a phantom of an ancient war god wielding a giant axe. He directly crashed into the arms of a Rock Clan Marquis in the most savage way, frantically urging the Dao Seal to self-destruct in a fight of mutual destruction!

"boom--"

In the violent explosion, Marquis Liewu and the Stone Clan Marquis were both reduced to blood mist. But the next second, Marquis Liewu was reborn at the resurrection point not far away, carrying an even more ferocious aura, and charged towards the next target once again.

Faced with the sudden and reckless counterattack of the human race, the nobles of all races, after the initial panic and chaos, quickly organized an effective counterattack.

After all, they were seasoned veterans who had been granted titles of nobility, and they also had an overwhelming numerical advantage.

"Stay calm! Don't panic! There are only a little over a hundred of them!"

"Form the formation! Activate the Dao Seals and wipe out this round first!"

"They probably don't have many resurrections left! Let's wear them down!"

More than 370 Dao seals of distinct shapes rose up from behind the Marquis of Ten Thousand Races after a brief period of chaos, shining brightly and colliding violently with the Dao seals of the human race.

The sky was completely torn apart at that moment.

The earth sank completely at that moment.

The entire ruins of the Unyielding City, along with the surrounding area spanning millions of miles, were reduced to a sea of ​​dust by the ultimate collision of nearly five hundred Dao Seals.

Here lies the Crystal Clan's "Myriad Prism Dao Seal," which, like a diamond prism, can refract and amplify attacks.
There is the Zerg's hideous and terrifying "Mother Nest Mark," which exudes an aura of decay and plague;
And then there's the Shadow Clan's invisible and intangible "Shadow Dao Seal," capable of traversing dimensional rifts and launching deadly sneak attacks...

"Boom!!"

The "Sky-Supporting Dao Seal" of the Sky-Supporting Marquis clashed head-on with more than a dozen Dao Seals of Myriad Races. The resulting shockwave directly pulverized the physical bodies of dozens of Marquis-level figures from both sides who were unable to dodge in time.

The Sword Marquis's sword energy river was forcibly obliterated by dozens of different forces, but at the last moment before the river dissipated, he precisely pierced the souls of three Marquises of Ten Thousand Races.

This is a true meat grinder battle.

With each breath, the bodies of powerful Marquis-level warriors were blasted apart, turning into a sky full of blood mist.

With each blink, brilliant Dao seals shattered in the collision, only to reform under the master's will.

On the battlefield, friend and foe were indistinguishable; everywhere was a raging torrent of psionic energy and shattered spatial rifts.

Golden lights of resurrection, like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, lit up every corner of the battlefield. As soon as one figure vanished, another was reborn not far away, and then, with overwhelming killing intent, they once again plunged into that vortex of death without hesitation.

From the moment the battle broke out, it entered its most brutal and bloody white-hot phase.

Time lost its meaning in this extremely brutal war of attrition.

one day……

Ten days…

a month...

The battle lasted for a full year.

This was a long and brutal war of attrition, worthy of being recorded in the annals of the battlefield among all races.

Throughout the year, the battle raged on the ruins of the Unyielding City without a moment's pause.

For humans who are granted titles, this is the ultimate test of their beliefs and will.

They numbered 120 and faced an enemy three times their size.

Almost every moment, someone was surrounded by enemies many times their number and torn to pieces by the raging torrent of Dao seals.

Death has become a normal occurrence.

Marquis Liewu died in battle more than fifty times in that year.

With each rebirth, he became even more insane, and his fighting style became increasingly reckless.

He even abandoned all defense, focusing all his strength on offense, sacrificing his own life to inflict maximum damage on the enemy.

Sword Marquis's "Ruthless Sword Seal" shattered hundreds of times in repeated collisions, causing unimaginable trauma to his soul.

But each time he reassembles his Dao Seal, his sword intent becomes purer and sharper, as if it wants to sever all the shackles of this world.

As the spiritual pillar of the human race, Qingtianhou always charged ahead.

His "Sky-Supporting Dao Seal" endured the most attacks, and his physical body was shattered more than thirty times.

But each time he was reborn, he stood like an unshakable monument of resilience in the center of the battlefield.

With an indomitable will, they charged again and again, their bodies shattered time and time again, only to be resurrected and reborn again and again, returning to the battlefield with even greater speed and determination.

They seemed tireless, painless, and oblivious to death, transforming into a group of war machines.

For the nobles of all races, this year's battle was a long and agonizing ordeal, a journey from heaven to hell.

In the first month of the battle, they still held an absolute advantage.

With their overwhelming numbers, they were able to easily break through the human race's formation and launch a pincer attack.

At that time, they still held the idea that "the number of times humans can be resurrected is ultimately limited," and calculated in their minds that as long as they were killed a hundred or two hundred more times, the human race would completely collapse.

In the third month of the battle, they began to feel shocked and uneasy.

They discovered that no matter how many times they killed the human Marquis, the opponent could revive at full strength in the shortest time, and his fighting spirit did not diminish in the slightest.

On their side, although they died far fewer times than humans, the total number of resurrection marks was steadily decreasing at a visible rate.

By the sixth month of the battle, shock had turned into fear.

The number of times humans can resurrect seems endless!

They were like facing an insatiable swarm of locusts; every attack seemed to yield results, but in the blink of an eye, everything returned to normal.

The feeling of despair, that no matter how hard they tried, they could not see any hope of victory, began to spread in the hearts of the myriad races who were enfeoffed as marquises.

"What's going on? How many chances do they have to resurrect?!"

"We've killed them at least five hundred times! Why can they still come back to life?!"

"Our resurrection chances... are less than half left!"

Panic, like the deadliest poison, began to erode their will to fight.

Some less resolute nobles, when faced with the fearless charge of the human race, would even subconsciously choose to retreat and dodge, because they could not afford to die.

In the tenth month of the battle, fear escalated into collapse.

When the first Marquis of Ten Thousand Races, after exhausting all his resurrection marks, had his soul frozen by the "Ice Soul Dao Seal" of the Marquis of Ice Heart, let out a final, unwilling howl, and completely perished, the dominoes were pushed over.

"Grom is dead! He's really dead!"

"We're running out of resurrections!"

At this moment, morale completely collapsed.

However, where could they possibly escape to on this battlefield shrouded in the storm of laws?
The human nobles seized this opportunity and launched a final, even more frenzied pursuit of those nobles from various races who were trying to escape or whose ranks were in disarray.

With this shift in power, the battle situation became one-sided.

one year later.

"No—! Humans! I curse you—!"

With the last member of the Stone Clan being granted a title, his soul and Dao Seal were simultaneously shattered by the Heavenly Marquis's punch, which was imbued with endless rage and the sorrowful wishes of humanity.

With this, after all the races had exhausted their last precious chance to resurrect, the clamor, roars, and explosions that had resounded for a year finally began to subside.

The battlefield has finally returned to a deathly calm. The shattered sky is slowly healing, and the sunken earth is filled with enormous abysses of laws and ruins formed from crystallized energy.

One hundred and twenty human marquises stood silently on the battlefield they had personally conquered.

Almost every one of them bore wounds, their souls weakened by repeated death and rebirth, yet their eyes shone as brightly as the most brilliant stars in the universe.

Victory.

With 120 marquises, they annihilated more than 370 powerful warriors of the same level from all races.

The price of victory was that they used up more than 1,700 resurrection attempts during that year of bloody battles.

but……

This is less than a fraction of the remaining resurrection mark.

……

Inner Island, the ruins of the indomitable city.

The once bustling and shattered battlefield has fallen into a deathly silence.

Blood stained every inch of the land, the broken Dao seals flickered in the void, and the air was filled with an intense, overwhelming stench of blood and malevolent energy.

The joy of victory surged into my heart like a tide, but within a few breaths, it was replaced by an even greater and deeper sense of bewilderment and confusion.

The imposing figure of the Sky-Supporting Marquis stood in the center of the ruins. His body was covered with hideous wounds, some of which were so deep that the bone was visible. But for a Marquis-level expert, as long as the soul was immortal, these were just insignificant superficial injuries.

He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving, his eyes filled with solemnity and contemplation.

His gaze was fixed intently on the invisible interface in his mind, manifested by the original rules of the Island of Death and Fall.

On that interface, the resurrection mark reserves representing the human faction displayed a number that made his heart clench.

"What exactly happened on the outer islands?"

His voice was hoarse, with a tremor he himself was unaware of, as he muttered to himself.

In this battle, the human race used over 1,700 resurrection attempts, which is an absolutely devastating number, meaning that on average, each Marquis perished more than ten times.

However, compared to the sheer size of the reserves, it is nothing.

They fought on the inner island for hundreds of thousands of years, and the commanders of the outer islands changed countless times, but there was never a time when the number of resurrection marks exceeded ten thousand.

With over 3.7 million troops, we've never fought a war with such a large budget.

"do not know."

Sword Marquis's figure appeared silently beside Sky-Supporting Marquis.

His usually straight, sword-like eyebrows were now tightly furrowed, forming a deep "川" (river) character. He shook his head, his clear, cold eyes also filled with incomprehension. "The inner island has strict rules and is a world of its own, with information transmission with the outer island almost completely cut off."

The last accurate message we received was only managed to get through by the Limitless One using an incomparably precious [Multiverse Knowledge Talisman], barely managing to transmit a single sentence.

Every human who was granted a title at the time vividly remembered the contents of that sentence.

"With a million soldiers from all races stationed and six great divine geniuses in command, only ten thousand troops remain to guard the outer islands."

This is a calculated strategy, and cannot be countered by force.

You should strategically retreat, hold fast to the inner islands, preserve your strength, and await a turning point 30,000 years from now.

It was this message that made them abandon their illusions of cooperating with the outer islands and prepare themselves mentally for a bloody battle on the inner islands until everyone perished.

But the current outcome is completely opposite to the "tragic sacrifice" expected.

"Oh shit!"

A rough, angry curse broke the silence. Marquis Liewu strode over, his red hair wildly flying, his whole body radiating a murderous aura, but his face wore an expression of utter absurdity and disbelief.

He stretched out a trembling finger and pointed into the void, as if there really was a number panel there, his voice trembling: "There are... 3,698,000 more times left! Good heavens!"
This...this is the complete annihilation of the entire Allied Races Alliance's legions on the outer islands?

How many domain lords would have to be killed to reach this number?!

More than 3,698,000!
This number, like an invisible mountain, weighs heavily on everyone's heart, making them feel suffocated.

"what's the situation?!"

"Has the Holy Academy headquarters changed its original strategic plan?"

"At all costs, they mobilized an unprecedented expeditionary force and forcibly invaded the Island of Death?"

One powerful figure who had been granted the title of Marquis offered the most direct guess.

"impossible!"

Another expert in strategic deduction, known as "Master Calculator Hou," immediately retorted. His eyes seemed to hold countless divination symbols, and his tone was resolute: "That's absolutely impossible!"

This move makes no strategic sense whatsoever!
Our human race has a vast territory. Besides this Island of Death and Fall, there are sixteen other top-tier secret realm battlefields of the same level that need to be guarded on the long front of confrontation with all races.

Each battlefield involves a massive amount of troops. If we gamble our entire force on this place, other fronts will inevitably be left with fatal gaps. The Alliance of Ten Thousand Races will never let such an opportunity pass.

This is a gamble that would shake the very foundations of the nation; the Holy Academy would never be so reckless!

He paused, then pointed out a crucial logical flaw that no one could ignore: "And think of another question."

If it were truly a massive, earth-shattering battle between our human army and the million-strong army of all races outside, then the casualty ratio could not possibly be so disparate!
Even if we ultimately achieve a Pyrrhic victory and the enemy is completely wiped out, our own losses will inevitably be astronomical.

Reflected in the resurrection marks, our reserves may be greater than theirs, but certainly not to the point of overwhelming dominance!

What we are seeing now is 3.7 million zeros!
This is not a war, this is...this is a one-sided massacre!

"massacre?"

This word sent a shiver down the spines of all those who had been granted titles of nobility.

Yes, only a one-sided, unresisting massacre could produce such an unbelievable result.

But new problems arise.

"Who can slaughter them?"

Marquis Liewu scratched his head, his face full of annoyance. "That's a million elite troops, including many high-level domain lords, and six top-level geniuses who are famous throughout the battlefield of ten thousand races, namely Shi Lan, Wuhen, and Baxia, who are stationed here!"
To kill them all in an instant... that's impossible!

Even among those at the peak of the Divine Forbidden Realm, a one-on-one fight might be decided, but to face six opponents alone, especially against a million-strong army, is simply a pipe dream!

"Perhaps... it was a powerful figure, even a king or emperor, who disregarded the universal covenant and forcibly intervened?"

Some people whispered their guesses.

"Even more impossible!"

Divine Calculator Hou shook his head again, his gaze sharp, "The rules of the Island of Death are witnessed by the supreme cosmic will, and their solidity far exceeds your imagination."

Any power that surpasses the level of a domain lord will be instantly obliterated by the rules; this is an ironclad law!
Throughout history, there have been instances of powerful figures attempting to force their way in, but without exception, they all ended up being reduced to dust.

Even if, hypothetically, a powerful being were to bypass the rules, they would inevitably pay an unimaginable price and trigger a fierce backlash from the highest levels of the Alliance of All Races, which would ignite a full-scale war that would sweep across the entire universe.

Going this far for a secret battlefield is not worth the effort.

One guess after another was proposed, only to be ruthlessly overturned.

Even the powerful figures who had been granted titles and stood at the pinnacle of human martial arts were now just like ordinary people, racking their brains and unable to find a solution.

Their understanding, their experience, and their comprehension of war were shattered by that cold, massive, and illogical number.

It was unimaginable, and unthinkable, that the one who overturned the entire chessboard was not some army group, nor some powerful being, but simply one person.

In their eyes, this is a "younger generation" who still needs protection and is expected to achieve great things.

In the end, Lord Qingtian let out a long sigh, his voice tinged with weariness, yet also with a sense of resolve.

If you can't figure it out, then don't think about it for now.

He said in a deep voice, interrupting the crowd's discussion, "No matter what earth-shattering changes occurred on the outer island, the outcome is good. We... won."

He looked around at the faces that bore the marks of survival and deep confusion, and continued, "Our task now is to clean up the battlefield immediately and collect all the cosmic crystals here, leaving nothing out."

As for the answers to all the mysteries, the truth of everything… Thirty thousand years from now, when the exit of the Island of Death opens and we walk out alive, everything will naturally be revealed.”

Upon hearing this, the nobles nodded in agreement, suppressing the turmoil in their hearts.

That's right, no matter how bizarre the process may be, the result of victory is real and undeniable.

They began to take action, cleaning up the mess and taking stock of their spoils.

However, deep in everyone's heart lies a huge mystery about that mysterious "unknown existence" on the outer island.

……

After the fierce yet glorious resurrection battle on the inner island came to a close, and it was confirmed that the human marquises had achieved a final and complete victory, Qin Feng, who was on the outer island, was finally able to relax.

He did not choose to contact the heroes of the inner island in any way, nor was he in a hurry to share the victory.

For him, revenge was complete.

Next, it is time to digest the spoils of war and completely transform the flesh and soul of these million enemy soldiers into resources for embarking on the "path to the limit".

On the outer island, in an underground cave he had temporarily created.

There are no luxurious decorations here, only endless silence and vast resources.

A mountain of flesh and blood, composed of the corpses of nearly a million elites from various races, occupied most of the cave. Scattered on it were countless broken and dimmed fragments of secret treasures, as well as countless soul crystals that shimmered with a ghostly light.

This is a treasure trove of resources that would make any immortal holy land or super power envious and go crazy.

Now, they all belong to Qin Feng alone.

Qin Feng sat cross-legged before this "treasure trove," his eyes slightly closed, his mind sinking into his body, beginning a new round of deep seclusion that would last for 30,000 years.

The first ten thousand years.

"Boom——"

With a thought from Qin Feng, the [Primordial Furnace Array] within his body, which served as the core of all power, awakened like a dormant cosmic singularity and began to operate with terrifying efficiency.

An invisible yet domineering force of devouring emanated from every pore of his body, instantly enveloping the entire cave.

That towering mountain of flesh and blood began to tremble violently.

The corpses of once invincible warriors of all races, whether of the Stone Race whose steel was harder than divine iron or the Holy Spirit Race whose energy form, were all visibly shriveled, weathered, and dissolved under the influence of this devouring power.

The endless essence of flesh and blood, the vast source of life contained within them, and even the fragments of bloodline talents imprinted deep within their genes, representing the pride of their respective races, were forcibly stripped away and refined, transforming into torrents of energy that were extremely pure and multicolored.

These torrents of energy, like rivers flowing into the sea, surged wildly into Qin Feng's body.

Under the transformation of the [Primordial Furnace Array], these impure energies were purified and refined, ultimately becoming the most primordial and purest life particles. These particles were then continuously injected into the [Limit Array] covering Qin Feng's entire body through the trillions of cells within his body that had already transformed into miniature black holes.

hum!
hum!
hum!
Under the nourishment of this unprecedented and immense energy, Qin Feng's [Limited Body] began to undergo a tremendous transformation.

The white radiance on his body, representing the "limit," became increasingly solid, thick, and dazzling.

It is not simply white, but a "primordial color" that seems to contain all the colors and possibilities in the universe, woven from the purest "Tao" and "principle".

Every cell in his body was like a primordial beast, greedily devouring the incoming energy, constantly dividing, recombining, and strengthening itself. With each breath, his life level leaped up a tiny step.

The strength of his physical body was increasing at a terrifying rate that would drive any cultivator to despair, every day, every hour, and even every minute and every second.

As energy was poured into it, the bones grew denser and denser, gradually developing an immortal jade-like luster. Their sturdiness had long surpassed that of the so-called peak domain lord's secret treasure.

The meridians were expanded to resemble a galaxy, and what surged within them was no longer just qi and blood, but magma energy mixed with the radiance of Daoist principles.

The flesh and blood have been forged through countless trials, and the interior of each muscle fiber seems to be a small world of its own, containing explosive power.

Just like this, day after day, year after year.

As ten thousand years quietly passed, the massive mountain of flesh and blood within the cave had completely vanished, leaving only some unmeltable remnants.

Qin Feng, who was sitting cross-legged in the center, had a physical body that was several times stronger than when he first formed it!
He slowly opened his eyes, and as his gaze opened and closed, two solidified white lights pierced through the void, leaving two bottomless holes in the rock wall of the underground cave.

With a casual clench of his fist, the surrounding space groaned and cracked under the strain, as if it were about to be crushed at any moment.

With every gesture, there is the power to tear through the void.

At this very ten thousand-year mark, the long-sealed entrance to the Island of Death and Fall reopened.

The influx of cosmic energy and rules from the outside world brought about a new change.

With just a slight movement of his divine sense, Qin Feng sensed that this time, the human race still had no reinforcements entering, clearly strictly following the Holy Academy's strategic retreat order.

On the other side, perhaps out of resentment or a desire to investigate the situation on the inner island, more than a hundred newly arrived Marquis-level powerhouses still entered the inner island area.

The result is self-evident.

They were greeted by 120 human marquises who were waiting in comfort and whose anger had not yet subsided.

A brief but brutal skirmish broke out on the inner island, lasting less than half a day. All of the more than one hundred Marquises of Ten Thousand Races were killed without even causing a ripple.

The human race, having only used up a few resurrection marks, once again achieved an overwhelming victory.

Qin Feng simply smiled in response and closed his eyes again.

All of this was within his expectations.

……

The second ten thousand years.

Having resolved the issue of physical sustenance, Qin Feng turned his attention to another level—the soul.

While his "pure black quality" soul has reached a legendary pinnacle in terms of quality, there is still enormous room for improvement in terms of quantity.

With a thought, tens of thousands of high-quality soul crystals obtained from the storage rings of the six great divine geniuses and those high-level domain lords floated in front of him.

These soul crystals contain the pure soul essence and martial arts insights left behind by those powerful individuals after their fall.

For ordinary cultivators, absorbing these things is tantamount to drinking poison to quench their thirst. They are very likely to have their souls contaminated by the mixed fragments of will within them, leading to demonic possession.

But for Qin Feng, who had mastered the complete "Intelligent Devouring Technique," it was an invaluable supplement.

He did not devour it directly.

Instead, he formed hand seals and used the techniques from the "Intelligent Devouring Secret Technique" to create more than 10,000 temporary "intelligent souls" within a few months, each possessing computing power comparable to that of a beginner black hole-level powerhouse, using these high-quality soul fragments as the "core" and his vast spiritual power as the "framework"!
These intelligent souls possess self-awareness and can continuously deduce and enhance their soul strength.

If left unchecked, it could develop into extremely terrifying artificial intelligence, which is how the Machine Race was born. However, this intelligence is now firmly restrained by the current Machine Race.

The reason is a rule set by a god of the machine race.

(End of this chapter)