High Martial Arts: Liver Becomes the Master of the Universe

Chapter 314 A Flesh and Blood Grinder! A Meat Grinder! The Emperor Makes His Move! The Divine Path Shocks the World!
Ten thousand years later, these intelligent souls reached the level of domain lords.

After that, Qin Feng devoured all of these newly "born" intelligent souls, which were enough to drive any technological civilization crazy!
His "pure black quality" soul revealed its domineering side at this moment.

It was like an eternally silent, dark universe, and those more than ten thousand intelligent souls were like stars cast into it.

The stars fell into darkness without causing a ripple, and were completely assimilated and absorbed.

With each absorption, Qin Feng's soul essence visibly grew stronger.

For ten thousand years, he has been repeating this process of creation and devouring.

When the second ten thousand years ended and he had exhausted all his soul crystals, his soul strength, on top of its already terrifying foundation, was forcibly increased by another 10%!

Don't underestimate this mere 10%.

For someone who has already reached the pinnacle of a certain field, even a 1% improvement means a qualitative leap.

A 10% increase is an extremely terrifying number, enough to make any peer feel despair.

This means that his thoughts are turning faster, his mental control is more precise and subtle, and the resilience of his soul has reached an unbelievable level.

At that very moment, the entrance to the Isle of Death opened for the second time.

This time, in the ten years since the entrance opened, not a single powerful being from any of the myriad races has dared to set foot on this island that has now become a forbidden zone.

The Island of Death and Fall has completely fallen into the hands of the human race.

……

With both his physical body and soul greatly enhanced, Qin Feng turned his gaze to the mountains of broken treasures and divine metal materials.

These are the final pieces of the puzzle he prepared for the ultimate perfection of the [Ultimate Grand Array].

"On the path to the limit, one's own body is the universe, and the physical body is a divine weapon."

Qin Feng murmured to himself, his eyes sparkling with creative brilliance.

He did not choose to forge these top-grade materials into a set of external armor or weapons.

In his view, everything has its limits.

Only oneself is infinite!
He intends to invest all his resources into strengthening the [Ultimate Grand Array] within his body, transforming his body into an eternal "living Dao artifact" that surpasses all other treasures!
The Primal Forge has been activated once again. This time, what is being thrown into it are those once indestructible divine metals and those shimmering fragments of secret treasures.

Under the terrifying power of the furnace, these substances were broken down into the most primordial stream of metallic particles.

A portion of it was directly absorbed by Qin Feng to strengthen his bones, internal organs, and meridians, allowing his physical body to evolve towards "immortal divine metal".

He stored away another, more refined portion of the particle stream for use in weapon crafting.

The real forging of weapons has begun.

Qin Feng sat cross-legged inside the cave. There was no furnace fire or iron hammer.

He used the Daoist principles of the "Way of Limits" he created as fire, his boundless and exquisite soul power as a hammer, and his own body as a refining platform!

Clusters of metallic particles, shimmering with various colors, were continuously combined, compressed, forged, and shaped under his mental control, and then infused with runes representing his martial arts insights.

This is a long and tedious process that requires unparalleled self-control and unwavering perseverance.

But Qin Feng found joy in it.

One after another, brand-new treasures were forged within his "body".

They are not used for external combat, but exist as the core array eyes of the [Ultimate Array].

The first item was an ancient and heavy cauldron, which he implanted into his dantian to suppress and purify his spiritual energy, making his power inexhaustible and as heavy as a prison.

The second item was a deep, silent bell, which he embedded in his brow and sea of ​​consciousness. It was used to vibrate and devour the souls of enemies, and also to protect his own soul, making him impervious to all magic.

The third item is a furnace burning with white Dao flames, echoing the Primal Furnace, responsible for burning and refining all external attacking spiritual energy and converting it into its own use.

The fourth item is a sword, condensed to its extreme and only an inch long, hidden at his fingertips. It represents the ultimate sharpness and penetration, and is the final embodiment of his "Inch of Light" secret technique.

The fifth item was a pair of wings, as thin as cicada wings yet seemingly composed of countless spatial runes, which merged into his shoulder blades and combined with the essence of the Black Sky Wings, greatly increasing his speed...

Tripod, bell, furnace, sword, wings, pagoda, seal, wheel, bead...

For a full ten thousand years, Qin Feng focused single-mindedly, with unparalleled perseverance and extraordinary skills, meticulously crafting a total of thirty "Array Eye Treasures" of various shapes, each with power reaching the level of a peak Domain Lord's secret treasure.

On the last day of the 30,000th year.

Qin Feng implanted the final array-core treasure, the [Returning Origin Pearl], into his heart's core, allowing it to resonate with the [Primordial Singularity] at that very moment—

"Om——"

A tremendous roar, seemingly from the beginning of the universe and the origin of all things, suddenly erupted from his body!

The thirty supreme domain lord treasures shone brightly at their respective array nodes, connecting with each other in a flawless way to form dazzling spiritual energy circuits.

At this moment, the [Ultimate Array] covering trillions of cells throughout his body suddenly upgraded to a higher level!
……

"call……"

A long, drawn-out breath slowly escaped from Qin Feng's mouth.

This is not the breathing of ordinary beings, but more like an ancient star that has been silent for 30,000 years, finally completing its last cycle of psychic energy tides at this moment.

As he exhaled, the space inside the cave, which had become as viscous as mercury due to Qin Feng's presence, instantly returned to clarity.

The airflow was no longer a violent vortex, but transformed into a gentle breeze that softly caressed the stone wall.

A beam of white light, almost tangible, shot out from his slowly opening eyes.

The white light was not dazzling, nor did it have any earth-shattering power. It was pure and condensed, as if it were the first ray of "limit" light at the beginning of the universe.

The beam of light silently swept across a distance of hundreds of meters, precisely imprinting itself on the stone wall at the deepest part of the cave.

The stone wall was forged from "Primordial Magnetic Divine Martial Rock" that Qin Feng had specially extracted from the depths of the core of the Island of Death and Fall before he went into seclusion. Its sturdiness was enough to withstand the full force of an ordinary Marquis-level expert without being damaged.

However, in the face of these two seemingly gentle white lights, the indestructible "Primordial Magnetic Divine Martial Rock" was as soft as tofu and was easily pierced.

There was no explosion, no roar, not even a speck of smoke.

Only two tiny, bottomless, black holes, about the thickness of a finger, remain on the stone wall. The edges of the holes are as smooth as a mirror, as if some of the material had been directly wiped away.

This is a manifestation of power being compressed and controlled to the extreme.

Thirty thousand years of arduous cultivation is not only the accumulation of power, but also the absolute control over every bit of one's spiritual energy.

Qin Feng stood up, and as he moved his muscles and bones, a series of deep, booming sounds, like the beating of drums by gods and demons, emanated from his body.

That wasn't the sound of bones grinding together, but rather the sound of spiritual energy tides caused by the thirty peak domain lord treasures that served as the core of the array resonating with each other as the [Ultimate Grand Array] within his body, which had already reached complete perfection, operated autonomously.

Every drop of his blood was as heavy as a star, surging through his meridians like roaring galaxies.
With each beat of his heart, it was steady and powerful, like a pulsar at the center of the universe, pumping psychic energy containing immense life force to every corner of his body.

At this moment, trillions of cells are like miniature universes that have been lit up, breathing autonomously and absorbing spiritual energy from the void, together constructing this unprecedented "Ultimate Body".

Qin Feng could clearly sense that the power within his body was surging and roaring in an unprecedented harmony and unity.

This power is more than twice as strong as it was when he emerged from seclusion 30,000 years ago and first forged his ultimate body.

"Thirty thousand years of arduous cultivation and the spoils of refining millions of living beings have finally solidified the foundation of my ultimate body."

Qin Feng muttered to himself in a low voice, but his face did not show much joy. Instead, he revealed a deep thought.

If any powerful figure in the Holy Court were to hear these words, they would be utterly astonished.

Thirty thousand years is not a very long time for the powerful beings in the universe.

However, the spoils of war from millions of domain lords and black hole creatures are not a small amount. For Qin Feng, all these resources are merely used to "stabilize his foundation"!
This precisely proves how solid the foundation of the "path to the limit" he pioneered is, and how vast and boundless its potential is.

His thoughts were absorbed in assessing his own strength.

"My overall strength now is more than twice as strong as when I killed Shi Lan and the others 30,000 years ago."

This number is not a mere conjecture, but a conclusion he reached after incredibly precise calculations based on the operational efficiency of the [Ultimate Array] and [Primordial Furnace Array] within his body, as well as the upper limit of his physical body's capacity to bear spiritual energy.

The brief yet awe-inspiring battle from 30,000 years ago involuntarily surfaced in his mind.

Shi Lan's "Stone Body," which is said to be invincible among those of the same level; Ba Xia's proud absolute defense; Wuhen's extremely fast void assassination...

The deadly trap set up by the six great geniuses was, in his opinion at the time, easy to break, but it would still take him three breaths to defeat them one by one.

"If it were now..."

A hint of indifference flashed in Qin Feng's eyes, "If we were to face those six divine restrictions again, I'm afraid we wouldn't even need a single breath."

He didn't even need to use a killing move like [Inch of Light].

Qin Feng's physical body is now able to influence the surrounding space!
Everything will be twisted, crushed, and thus affected by his unreasonable physical power.

Before Shi Lan's stone knife could even be cleaved, it would crumble inch by inch within the force field;
The moment the traceless figure merged into the void, it was forcibly squeezed out of the space by the violent force;
The divine light of the judgment and the death curse of Death Seven would be completely annihilated by the white ultimate body aura flowing across his body before they could even touch him.

The so-called joint attack was nothing more than a bunch of chickens and dogs that he could easily kill with a single thought in the face of his current strength.

However, this absolute power brings not satisfaction, but a deeper level of awareness.

"but……"

Qin Feng changed the subject and began to calmly examine his own shortcomings.

His gaze never lingered on past victories, but was always fixed on the more powerful and unknown enemy ahead.

"My physical body and mental strength far surpass those of an ordinary low-level Marquis."

However, at the level of 'technique', it has already begun to lag far behind.

The first thing that came to his mind was the [Nine Spirits Divination Diagram], which had once been one of his core secret techniques.

"The [Nine Spirits Divination Chart] technique was an incredible, god-like skill when I was still at the Black Hole level. It increased my combat power ninefold. But now..."

Qin Feng shook his head.

"It's just a black hole-level secret technique."

But I have now stepped into the realm of a domain lord, and my physical body is a Ultimate Body composed of the Ultimate Body, the Ultimate Array, and the Primordial Furnace.

The Nine Spirits Primordial Diagram has had an extremely slight, almost negligible, improvement on my overall strength.

This is like a drop of water; when dropped into a glass of water, it can cause the water level to rise significantly.
However, if this drop of water is dropped into a vast ocean, it will not cause the slightest ripple.

His current foundation is that vast ocean.

The Nine Spirits Divination Chart, a secret technique that had accompanied him through countless life-or-death battles, has completed its historical mission and is time to be phased out.

Secondly, there is his strongest offensive technique – [Inch of Light].

"The power of the [Inch of Light] is beyond doubt. It concentrates all my strength, speed and will into a single point at the tip of the spear, which explodes instantly and is indestructible."

The ability to wipe out 100,000 with a single shot is the best proof of its power.

"But its flaws are equally obvious. It is ultimately just a black hole-level secret technique. Even though I have mastered it and incorporated and improved a lot of array knowledge, its grade is still too low."

"I need a secret technique or killing move at the level of a domain lord, and it has to be the kind that can overcome all other techniques with sheer force. Either I have to create it myself or learn it from someone else."

"That doesn't matter; it won't affect my path. My path mainly involves refining and nurturing, that is, improving my origin."

Qin Feng's thoughts became incredibly clear, and he began to simulate a higher level of combat in his mind.

"I need more varied offensive and defensive techniques, faster movement skills, and even simple and brutal methods of sealing and enslaving that use force to break through magic."

Ultimately, my "Path to the Limit" secret technique focuses on how to "refine" and "nourish".

However, in the most crucial aspect of 'killing,' I still lack a true core offensive technique that perfectly complements my [Limited Body]."

A true art of offense and destruction should be all-encompassing.

It's not just about individual moves; it should be a complete combat system.

It can attack when it wants, defend when it wants, pursue when it wants, and lie in wait when it wants.

It can bring out every bit of Qin Feng's [Limited Body] power to the fullest extent.

"To achieve the title of Marquis, it is not enough to simply accumulate power. The more crucial step is to continuously comprehend and improve the core secret technique one has cultivated, until this secret technique can be condensed into a unique 'Dao Seal' within the will of the universe."

Qin Feng recalled the divine mountain seal of Qingtianhou that suppressed all ages, and the ruthless sword seal of Jianhou that severed everything.

That is the essence of becoming a powerful figure who has been granted the title of Marquis.

"Although my strength has increased dramatically, I am now strong enough to directly contend with a newly appointed Marquis."

However, at the level of the 'Tao,' I am still a very long way from condensing my own 'Ultimate Tao Seal.'

Qin Feng murmured to himself, his eyes growing ever more profound.

Thirty thousand years of seclusion allowed him to see the path ahead clearly.

Just as Qin Feng completed his self-examination and clarified his future direction of cultivation—

"Om-"

The entire Isle of Death and Fall began to tremble violently, from the deepest core of the earth to the highest point of the sky.

This vibration did not originate from a psionic shock, but rather from a fundamental rhythm stemming from the laws of space.

It was as if an invisible hand was plucking the strings of time and space in this secluded and hidden realm.

Qin Feng took a step forward, and his figure instantly appeared outside the cave.

He looked up and saw a colossal spatial vortex slowly forming above the dark red sky of the Isle of Death.

At the center of the vortex was profound darkness, while at its edges flowed magnificent yet dangerous spatial turbulence. A powerful pulling force emanated from it, an aura leading to the outside universe.

At the same time, on the other side of the vortex, a slightly smaller entrance vortex also appeared.

The 30,000-year deadline has arrived.

The entrance and exit of the Island of Death have opened simultaneously!

Qin Feng stepped out of his cave. In front of his secluded cultivation place, on a vast plain, Canglang and the others had already gathered and were waiting for orders.

More than 10,000 human soldiers stood silently in a neat square formation.

Thirty thousand years is enough time to change many things.

Their standard power armor had mostly been replaced or carefully repaired and reinforced, gleaming with a sharper, colder light than ever before.

The aura of each person is more than one level stronger than it was 30,000 years ago.

On this outer island, free from the threat of other races and rich in resources, they cultivated in peace and explored dangerous places they had never dared to venture into before, and each of them made great progress in their strength.

Most of those who were once at the initial stage of Domain Lord have now reached the intermediate stage, while outstanding individuals like Canglang have even touched the threshold of the advanced Domain Lord.

But the only thing that remained unchanged was the way they looked at Qin Feng.

It was a look that mixed reverence, worship, fanaticism, and absolute trust.

Thirty thousand years have not only failed to diminish the miracle of "one man breaking through an army" in their memories, but with the passage of time, that scene has fermented in their souls and eventually transformed into an unshakable faith.

Qin Feng is a god in their hearts.

"Warmaster!"

Upon seeing Qin Feng appear, Cang Lang stepped forward, knelt on one knee, and performed a standard military salute.

The 10,000-strong formation behind him also knelt down on one knee in unison with a loud "boom".

"Warmaster!"

The shouts, as loud as a mountain and as powerful as a tsunami, converged into a deafening sound wave, only to instantly fall silent after they were uttered.

A truly elite army is one that obeys orders without question.

Qin Feng's gaze did not linger on them. His gaze seemed to pierce through endless space, past the Azure Wolves, past the army of ten thousand, and directly towards the deep, dark vortex of the exit in the sky.

His soul, which had transformed into "pure black quality," possessed an unimaginable sensitivity to malice from the outside world.

At that moment, he clearly "saw" the scene outside the vortex.

He saw the Prism Emperor of the Crystal Clan, whose eyes, composed of countless compound eyes, burned with a cold, murderous rage.

He saw a king of the undead race, surrounded by death energy powerful enough to corrupt stars.

He saw the Zerg, the Mechs, the Shadows... at least five beings radiating terrifying will at the Emperor level, like five ancient demonic mountains stretching across the cosmic sea, firmly locking onto the exit of the Island of Death and Fall.

Their will transcended the barriers of the secret realm, transforming into an invisible net, waiting for him to walk right into it.

"Those powerful emperors... are waiting for me."

Qin Feng said softly, his voice calm.

However, these words struck Canglang and the others like a thunderbolt.

Canglang and the others felt a sudden tightness in their chests, and their faces instantly revealed undisguised worry.

Confer the title of Emperor!

What is that concept?
They are a small but great group of beings who stand at the very top of the pyramid of billions of races in the human empire and even the entire universe!
Yes.

Previously, the Crystal Clan's Emperor had threatened Qin Feng, saying that he would kill Qin Feng if he went out, making it impossible for Qin Feng to leave the star field surrounding the Island of Death and Fall.

Canglang and the others were worried, but they also believed that the human race would send out strong warriors.

However, Qin Feng smiled, and in his heart, a whisper that no one could hear resounded:
"Thirty thousand years ago, I swore an oath to exterminate my clan before you. Today, let's see if the experts in our clan can deliver."

He is not a reckless person.

Those who dare to confront the emperor directly must have something to rely on.

One of their strengths was the high-ranking officials of the human empire.

Beyond the exit, there must be powerful human beings confronting all other races.

"If they can protect me, that would be the best outcome. Everyone would be happy."

"But what if... we can't protect them..."

"Then today, I can only stage a 'golden cicada shedding its shell' act."

His consciousness sank into the depths of his soul's origin.

There, a simple, mysterious blue and white mask, half crying and half smiling, floats silently.

【Twin Masks】!
This cosmic artifact, obtained from the "Twin Rivers" and attracting the attention of even the will of the universe, is the true source of his confidence to face everything and make the vow to exterminate his race!
"It would be a great pity if this [Ultimate Body], which was painstakingly forged, were destroyed here today. After all, it consumed the flesh and blood, souls, and a vast amount of secret treasures and resources of millions of my races."

"However, as long as my soul essence can use the properties of the [Twin Mask] to instantly swap with the 'symbiote' I left behind in the mechanical race's territory, I can escape."

Therefore, today's losses are not unbearable.

"As long as the origin remains, with my current understanding of the 'Path to the Limit,' I should only need to spend tens of thousands of years and consume some resources to reshape a more stable and powerful Limit Body!"

This is his deepest, most hidden secret!

It was his ultimate trump card, which he had never even told his master, Devouring King!

He can fail, he can be "killed," he can lose a physical body that has consumed endless effort.

He can fail countless times.

But his enemies, those high-ranking emperors, if they make a mistake even once, if they allow him to escape even once, then one day in the future, what awaits them will be an irredeemable catastrophe of annihilation!

This unequal power dynamic is Qin Feng's greatest advantage.

"Commander! Please give the order!"

The wolf's roar roused Qin Feng from his deepest thoughts.

Looking at the ten thousand soldiers kneeling on one knee before him, the madness and scheming in his eyes vanished, replaced by a calm and serene expression.

He looked around at the more than 10,000 comrades who followed him, witnessed the miracle, and revered him as a god.

He saw the worry in their eyes, and even more so, he saw the unwavering resolve beneath that worry—the willingness to follow him through thick and thin, just at his command.

Qin Feng nodded slightly.

"Ah."

He offered no further explanation, nor did he deliver a passionate pre-battle mobilization.

Because it is not needed.

His voice carried clearly throughout the entire outer island, reaching the ears of every soldier.

"All soldiers, listen to my command!"

"Today, evacuate from the Island of Death!"

At a command, led by Qin Feng, the more than 10,000 human soldiers rose to their feet with a roar, transforming into a disciplined and imposing torrent of steel.

Without the slightest hesitation or delay, they rushed headlong into the exit in the sky that led to the unknown storm and endless killing intent!

……

On the chessboard of the universe, the killing intent has become as vast as a tangible ocean.

The massive, swirling spatial vortex of the Isle of Death, leading to the outside world, now resembled an egg about to crack, coveted by countless ancient behemoths.

Beyond the vortex, the once eternally silent and cold cosmic void is no longer tranquil.

This place has been transformed into a vast and boundless battlefield of carnage, constructed from killing intent and will.

The starry sky was dim here, as if its brilliance had been wiped away by an invisible hand.
The sun and moon lose their light here, their rules and trajectories distorted by a higher, more terrifying being.

This coordinate system was completely stripped from the mortal cosmic star map and transformed into a chessboard belonging only to gods and demons.

Countless war fortresses of various races float silently here.

They are not cold steel, but rather ancient behemoths that have roamed here since the last era, each one large enough to obscure a star.

Some fortresses are entirely forged from an unknown black divine metal, their surfaces engraved with mottled battle scars, eternal imprints left after being bombarded by the Dao techniques of King-level powerhouses.

Some fortresses resembled a giant, irregular crystal, refracting billions of rays of ghostly light within, as if imprisoning countless wailing souls.

Even more extreme, it was the skeleton of a modified cosmic behemoth, its stark white frame covered with countless annihilation cannons, their dark muzzles gleaming with a chilling, primordial light powerful enough to instantly vaporize a life-bearing planet into elementary particles.

These war machines are silent, yet they are more awe-inspiring than any roar.

Beneath the shadow of these steel behemoths lies an even more countless army of myriad races.

They made no sound, yet formed enormous battle formations that blotted out the sky, completely filling the void.

Each battle formation follows an ancient law containing the principles of slaughter, connecting the aura, power, and even souls of millions of soldiers into a terrifying war unit.

Their auras converged into a sea, their killing intent condensed into ice, causing the temperature of this universe to drop to an absolute freezing point.

Banners fluttered in the windless void.

That was no ordinary fabric, but rather tanned from the hide of a divine beast and painted with the blood of a king.

The flags are imprinted with the oldest totems of each race: the rhombus-shaped emblem of the Crystal Race, representing "the unity of all things"; the spiral insect emblem of the Insect Race, symbolizing "endless reproduction"; and the bone throne of the Undead Race, representing "eternal death"...

The flags fluttered in the wind, not creating ripples in a vacuum, but rather a fully materialized, razor-sharp killing intent.

At the very forefront of these massive battle formations, in the core area where all light and laws are distorted, several figures radiating immortal divine might, seemingly capable of crushing the eternal blue sky, stand proudly like the fulcrum of the universe.

They were the true masters of this siege, powerful emperors who stood above billions of living beings.

The Crystal Clan's Prism Emperor, his figure was blurry and indistinct, seemingly not a physical entity, but rather composed of billions of extremely dazzling divine lights.

Each ray of divine light seemed to reflect the birth and death of a world, the rise and fall of a civilization.

He simply stood there quietly, and the surrounding universe spontaneously took on a crystallized state, as if all matter and spiritual energy would be assimilated into the purest law of light before his will.

His will was cold and precise, like the most perfect crystal, without any emotional impurities, only the lock on the target and the calculation of the outcome.

Not far from him was the Abyss Slaughter Emperor of the Undead Clan.

His existence is the most vicious curse on the word "life." Endless, viscous, ink-like death energy envelops him, forming an absolute "dead zone."

In that realm, time itself seemed to wail and decay, and space itself exhibited an ominous collapse.

In the dim light, one could see the remnants of the souls of countless powerful beings who had perished in ancient times, struggling and roaring in the deathly aura, eventually becoming part of his power.

Further afield, the "Zero Emperor" of the Mechanical Race exists in a completely different form.

Their will had long since transformed this star field into an absolute, inescapable death zone.

The war horns never truly sounded.

However, an invisible, desolate, ancient, and iron-blooded aura, seemingly emanating from a distant past era, resonated silently in the depths of the souls of every living being on this battlefield.

This is an unusual phenomenon that arose from the resonance of the universe after the will to kill reached its extreme.

Centered around these powerful emperors, countless profound runes representing "sealing," "annihilation," and "annihilation" slowly burned and lit up in the void.

Like stars in the night sky, they are interconnected, ultimately forming an incredibly vast and deadly array that covers several surrounding star systems.

The array's brilliance was not fully unleashed, but the pulsating, restrained aura was more terrifying than any power that had already been unleashed.

The feeling was like billions of supernovae compressed into a singularity, waiting for the command to detonate them.

The Allied Forces of All Races have laid a trap, solely to hunt down Qin Feng, to kill a human marquis, and to seize the crystallization of the universe.

……

Opposite the army formation of the myriad races, which resembled a black, raging sea, was the human race's battle formation, equally formidable and imposing.

Unlike the diverse and terrifying war fortresses of other races, the human race's formations displayed a completely different kind of civilized order and gravitas.

Rows of ancient-looking, sleek, and powerful warships formed the first line of defense for the human race.

Each of these motherships is comparable to a giant planet. Their hulls are a deep silver color, forged from several of the most resilient divine metals in the universe, mixed with the spiritual essence of human ancestors.

On their hulls, there are no cold cannon muzzles or killing runes, but rather an ancient brushstroke imbued with spiritual power, depicting a magnificent epic scroll belonging to the human race.

There are scenes of ancient sages observing the birth and death of the universe and creating secret arts; there are tragic songs of countless heroes who shed their blood to protect their homeland, turning their bodies into immortal monuments...

These murals are not merely decorations; they are carriers of human spirit and the transmission of the flame of civilization.

Infused with the will of the human race's powerful warriors, these epic scrolls will emit a faint glow, forming an indestructible barrier of "the light of civilization."

These warships, lined up end to end, form a silver Great Wall stretching across the universe.

Behind the Great Wall are the banners of the top human warbands.

The black and gold Taotie banner of the Devouring King's "Devouring Legion"; the golden battle halberd banner of the Martial God King's "Martial God Guard"; the nebula vortex banner of the Star River Emperor's "Star River Fleet"...

Each flag represents a glorious chapter in history, an enduring legacy.
They floated slowly in the void like a golden ocean.

At the very forefront of this golden ocean, several figures stood facing off against the Emperor of Ten Thousand Races.

Their auras were mostly restrained, unlike the flamboyant and outward-facing emperors of all races. However, they were like peerless divine swords hidden in their sheaths, and their hidden sharpness made their opponents even more wary.

Devouring King, Qin Feng's master, was a burly man dressed in a seemingly simple black martial robe. However, the void around him exhibited a visible, inward-collapsed gravitational distortion.

Light, dust, and even the lines of the laws of the universe are all swallowed up and eliminated by an invisible and extremely domineering force the moment they get close to him.

He was like a human black hole, standing there silently, capable of swallowing all hostility and murderous intent.

Those who are granted the title of king on the royal list are all subject to divine restrictions!

The Devouring King is a powerful, forbidden-level king-level expert! He can even fight against an emperor-level expert!

The Star River Emperor is depicted as a middle-aged man with a gentle and refined demeanor. He wears a blue star robe, which appears to be adorned with real, slowly rotating galaxies.

His aura was both the most restrained and the most vast.

Standing there, it's as if you've merged with the entire universe behind you. When you look at him, it's like gazing up at a deep, boundless galaxy full of infinite mysteries.

The human race's kings and emperors also stood at the front of the battle, their power no less than that of the murderous allied army of ten thousand races on the other side!
Two terrifying wills, so immense they could distort the fundamental laws of the universe, were clashing silently on this narrow yet infinitely vast battlefield, a clash more perilous than any earth-shattering battle.

The aftershocks of the collision plunged everything into a suffocating, deathly silence, like the calm before a storm.

Those weaker soldiers from various races didn't even dare to look directly at the battlefield ahead. Just feeling the aftershocks of the clash of the emperor's wills was enough to make their souls feel like they were being torn apart.

Time loses its meaning here.

It may have been just a moment, or it may have been a thousand years.

Both sides are waiting, waiting for that "singularity" that will ignite everything.

They were waiting for the exit of the Island of Death to be completed, so that the young man named "Qin Feng" could be expelled.

For all races, this person is someone who must be killed. Qin Feng's existence has shaken all races' perception of the younger generation of the human race. The potential he has shown has made all the Emperors feel a deep sense of dread.

Today, no matter the cost, it must be completely eradicated.

……

On the Isle of Death, isolated beyond the exit of the dark universe, across a vast battlefront spanning several star systems, an even more brutal and bloody war has already reached its climax.

This is a relentlessly operating cosmic meat grinder.

In the cold void, there were no deafening shouts of battle, only the eerie silence of psychic annihilation, and the silent, mournful cries of souls emanating from the psychic level before being erased.

One after another, these war fortresses, resembling floating continents, withstood billions of concentrated attacks. Their surface shields cracked like shattered glass, and finally, in an even more dazzling light, they silently transformed into the most basic particles in the universe.

Thousands upon thousands of warriors, no matter how heroic they were in life, vanished into nothingness in that instant, along with the steel behemoths they rode.

A galaxy-level powerhouse is enough to be revered as a god in some small universe kingdoms, ruling over a star field and enjoying the worship of billions of living beings.

However, on this battlefield, they were as fragile as an ant colony.

Perhaps just a moment ago, he was still trying to suppress a section of the enemy's battle formation;

The next moment, a beam of destructive light, seemingly from nowhere, pierced through his soul.

Black holes are truly the mainstay of the universe, capable of causing stars to lose their luster with a single thought.

Here, they formed the most elite assault force, fighting each other and using all their secret techniques.

However, even those as powerful as they are often like waves of wheat, falling one after another.

A human Black Hole-class chapter commander, having just slain three Zerg opponents of the same level with unparalleled swordsmanship, was enveloped by a giant net that silently emerged from the warp before he could even catch his breath.

In an instant, his soul was completely viscous and imprisoned, and then a tremendous force, along with the surrounding tens of thousands of miles of space, was kneaded into a dense singularity, and utterly annihilated.

His death didn't even cause the slightest ripple on this vast and despairing battlefield.

The soldiers at the front had no time to look back and mourn, as the reserves at the rear had already filled the void he had left behind. The torrent of battle never stopped for a moment.

Life becomes incredibly cheap here.

Glory, dignity, and everything from the past were crushed to pieces by this massive war machine, leaving only the most primal and pure bloody struggle for the survival of the race.

However, the true rulers of this vast battlefield, those kings and emperors who stand at the pinnacle of the universe, seem to have some tacit understanding and have not truly engaged in the carnage below.

Their will, their gaze, all their attention were fixed intently on the same place—

That absolute vacuum zone in the center of the battlefield, tacitly ceded by both sides, and at the center of that zone, a slowly rotating spatial vortex exuding an ancient and ominous aura.

(End of this chapter)