High Martial Arts: Liver Becomes the Master of the Universe

Chapter 322 Immense Prestige! Enlightenment Through Empty Talk! The Conferment of Kingship!

"I?"

Qin Feng was completely stunned. He then subconsciously waved his hand and said humbly with a helpless expression, "Master, this... this is probably not appropriate. My strength is meager and my years of cultivation are short. Along the way, I have relied mostly on fighting and hard work. I am afraid that my understanding and explanation of the Great Dao is not profound enough and may mislead others."

This is not modesty.

Qin Feng was telling the truth.

If sent to the battlefield to kill the enemy, he would charge forward without hesitation.

If you ask him to go into seclusion and cultivate asceticism, he can endure eternal solitude.

But when asked to stand on the podium and face millions of outstanding students to impart knowledge, teach skills, and resolve doubts, he was truly at a loss.

He himself is still exploring his own "path to the limit," so how can he guide others?
"Pfft...hahahaha!"

Seeing Qin Feng's serious and troubled expression, the Devouring King finally couldn't help but burst into laughter again, his laughter even louder than before.

"You little rascal! You're even trying to be modest with your teacher!"

He slapped Qin Feng on the shoulder with such force that Qin Feng's [Limited Body], which was powerful enough to rival a Marquis, slumped slightly.

"Insignificant strength? You call stepping into the Divine Forbidden Zone in one step and suddenly becoming the number one on the Prodigy Ranking insignificant strength? Short cultivation years? Do you know that what you've done in these tens of thousands of years is more exciting than all of us old guys who have lived for countless years combined!"

The Devouring King counted on his fingers, recounting the feats as if they were precious treasures: "On the Island of Death and Fall, he single-handedly slaughtered an army of millions from all races and wiped out six divine geniuses. What an achievement! It is an epic sung for all time!"

"Under the imperial war, being hunted down by marquises, yet managing to turn the tide in dire straits, and as a domain lord, defeating a mid-level marquis—what kind of skill is that? It's a myth that breaks the ironclad rules!"

"Facing the temptations of the chaotic evil god's will, guarding one's true self in a mental war spanning 150,000 years, ultimately enraging even the gods and causing them to depart—what a profound Dao heart this is! It is an unprecedented legend!"

"Do you know what kind of existence you are in the Holy Academy, in the eyes of the younger generation of the entire human race?"

The Devouring King pointed outside, into the void where the aftershocks of the celebration had not yet completely dissipated, his voice booming like a bell.

"You are a living legend! A walking symbol of faith!"

Your prestige is now far greater than all of us old guys combined!
Those prodigies don't want to listen to us old fogies lecturing; they just want to hear from you, their peer, about how you created miracles!

These words left Qin Feng speechless.

He never imagined that he would unknowingly have amassed such immense prestige.

Seeing his hesitation, the Devouring King made the final decision, saying, "Alright, I know what you're worried about. Go ahead, no one needs you to explain any core secret techniques."

"Go up there and casually talk about your cultivation experience, share how you persevered through adversity in the morning star and in Canaan."

"Just share your fierce determination and indomitable will with them, and that will will be enough."

He sighed deeply, a complex look flashing in his eyes, "The geniuses of the Holy Academy lack nothing in terms of talent, resources, and secret techniques."

What they lack is that stubborn, unyielding spirit of stone, forged in mountains of corpses and seas of blood, that you, the orthodox members of the empire, possess!

Go ahead, consider it... a bucket of boiling water poured on those flowers grown in greenhouses, letting them know just how cruel the truth of the universe can be, and also letting them know just how strong the backbone of humanity truly is!

Having said all that, Qin Feng could no longer refuse.

He understood the intentions of his master and the higher-ups of the Holy Academy.

This is not just a lecture, but a transmission of spirit and a baptism of will.

He recalled his struggles at the dawn, his dormancy in Canaan, the fall of his dearest friend, and the countless times he had teetered on the brink of life and death…

Perhaps these experiences hold extraordinary significance for those privileged individuals who have enjoyed smooth sailing in life.

This is also a way to give back to the human race.

Thinking of this, Qin Feng took a deep breath, and the confusion and helplessness in his eyes disappeared, replaced by clarity and determination.

He bowed again to the Devouring King.

"Yes, Master."

"Disciple obeys."

……

The Human Race Holy Academy, a sacred territory created by supreme power outside the cosmic order, is currently witnessing a grand event unprecedented in all time.

The location was not inside any physical temple, but rather an open-air pulpit in the public area of ​​the monastery.

However, calling it a "lecture hall" is actually an extremely humble description.

This place is an independent small world that was forcibly extracted and refined from the shallow layer of subspace. Its scale has exceeded the imagination of ordinary emperors.

A high platform, suspended in the center of this world, is entirely made of a warm, smooth white divine jade.

On that divine jade, visible Dao essence flows constantly, like miniature galaxies slowly being born and dying within it.

Beneath the divine jade lies not solid earth, but a vast, boundless, slowly flowing, dazzling nebula.

Purple, gold, and azure stardust converged into a sea, its brilliance ever-changing, a breathtaking spectacle that captivated the soul.

Standing here, it feels as if you are at the center of the universe, looking down on the birth and decay of stars.

Below the high platform are seats that stretch out in all directions.

The seats were densely packed, layer upon layer, stretching all the way to the edge of this small world, connecting with the surging chaotic mist, with no end in sight.

On each seat sat a figure, their auras either as restrained as an abyss or as sharp as a sword; each was one of the most outstanding among the younger generation of humans.

Millions of Holy Academy students have gathered here, a terrifying force that would strike fear into the hearts of any alien race.

They come from every corner of the vast human territory, with diverse backgrounds and identities.

Some people were dressed in ancient and elaborate robes, their bodies surging with spiritual energy, and the shadows of dragons and phoenixes were faintly surrounding them. They were the princes and princesses of an ancient cosmic kingdom with a history of hundreds of millions of years and unfathomable depths. They were born to stand on the clouds and look down on all living beings.

Their eyes were haughty and reserved, yet at this moment, they also carried an undisguised curiosity and inquiry.

Some were dressed simply, their bodies still bearing the bloodthirsty aura of battle veterans. Their skin was rough, but their eyes were sharp enough to pierce through the stars.

They are ruthless individuals who fought their way up from the lowest level of mortal planets, defying fate and ultimately breaking into this highest academy of humankind with their indomitable spirit.

Their bodies bore the heavy weight of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and every pore seemed to breathe with the instinct for battle.

More often, however, are the "standard" geniuses who have been systematically cultivated by the Holy Academy since childhood.

Their foundations are perfect, their techniques are orthodox, and every step they take is incredibly solid. They are pillars of society carefully nurtured by the human race with endless resources.

These prodigies ranged in their cultivation levels, from the initial Star System level upon entering the Holy Academy to those who had already touched the peak of the Black Hole level, and even those who had their names recorded on the [Prodigy Ranking] at the Ultimate Black Hole level.

It can be said that every one of them, if placed in the outer universe, would be a protagonist of an era, leading the rise and fall of a civilization.

However, at this moment, these millions of extraordinary geniuses, capable of stirring up the winds and clouds of the universe, formed an eerie and silent scene.

The entire independent world carved out from the subspace was eerily quiet.

There wasn't a single sound of conversation, and even the fluctuations of psionic energy were suppressed to the minimum.

The only sounds echoing in the space were the faint light emitted by the magnificent nebula as it slowly swirled, like the celestial music of the Great Dao, and the heavy, scorching breaths of the geniuses, unconsciously suppressed by their extreme excitement and anticipation.

This is an ultimate silence, a silence born of extreme awe and fervor, a silence that seems to freeze time and space.

All eyes, whether arrogant, sharp, or peaceful, now transcended the vast distances and pierced through the swirling nebulae, focusing intently on the center of the white divine jade platform—on that seemingly ordinary, even somewhat frail figure.

In their eyes, the name Qin Feng had long surpassed the number one ranking on the [Prodigy Ranking].

He is a living legend, a walking totem of faith.

He was a savior who, on the despairing island of death, single-handedly turned the tide and saved the collapsing edifice.
He was an unparalleled warrior who, surrounded by emperors of countless races, still stood tall and defied the odds to become a marquis; he

Even more so, in the face of the legendary will of the chaotic evil god, he remained true to himself and his Dao heart was immortal—a hero of all ages!
Each of his achievements is like a chapter in a mythological epic, filled with incredible and exhilarating miracles.

Qin Feng broke with convention and overturned conventional wisdom, showing all the students of the Holy Academy a brand-new path full of infinite possibilities.

They came here not just to listen to a lecture, but for a pilgrimage, to witness firsthand this symbol of an era who utterly trampled the word "impossible" underfoot!
On the high platform, amidst the nebula, Qin Feng stood with his hands behind his back.

He wore a simple black martial arts uniform, without any fancy patterns or dazzling lights of divine gold or precious treasures. He stood there quietly, as if he had merged with the boundless starry sea behind him, the divine jade platform beneath his feet, and this entire independent world.

He looked down and saw millions of eyes filled with fervor, adoration, curiosity, and inquiry, like the most brilliant stars in the universe.

His gaze was calm as still water, unmoved by the overwhelming admiration.

Qin Feng did not use any spiritual energy to amplify his voice, nor did he release even a trace of the terrifying pressure belonging to the "fierce god".

He simply stood there, and an indescribable aura of vicissitudes and tranquility, as if accumulated over countless ages, naturally spread out and instantly enveloped the entire venue.

It was a unique aura that transcended power and realm.

This aura made the already quiet atmosphere of the venue even more solemn and dignified.

All the prodigies involuntarily straightened their spines, suppressed all distracting thoughts, and adjusted their energy and spirit to their peak state, ready to listen to every word of this legend.

Qin Feng's gaze swept over the young and powerful faces; his perception had long since transcended the realm of sight.

He could clearly sense that these prodigies possessed a surging life force as powerful as the Yangtze River, and that their souls contained a powerful spiritual energy capable of illuminating the stars.

They are humanity's most precious asset and the future of the empire.

But at the same time, he also keenly sensed something.

Behind those powerful auras, he sensed a kind of "stagnation".

Although the Daoist hearts of most of them have been tempered and are unwavering, they lack something that can only be born after being repeatedly tormented and refined in mountains of corpses and seas of blood—a kind of "killing intent" and "tenacity" that runs deep into the marrow and is integrated into the soul.

That wasn't just killing intent, but an instinct born from countless brushes with death, where one's will, strength, and even every breath of existence are twisted into a single rope, solely for the purpose of "surviving" and "killing the enemy."

It wasn't just simple resilience, but a tenacious spirit, like wild grass, that could still rise again from the deepest despair and darkness after the physical body was destroyed, the soul was torn apart, and the Dao heart was trampled.

At this moment, in Qin Feng's eyes, the millions of geniuses below the stage were like peerless swords enshrined in a temple.

They are made of extraordinary materials, are incomparably sharp, and radiate light, yet they are always kept in magnificent scabbards. They have never been in a real life-or-death battle, nor have they been in a frenzied collision with divine weapons of the same level. As a result, their blades lack the eerie red light that comes after drinking blood, and they lack the weathered texture that comes after being broken and reforged.

They are strong, but not "tough" enough.

Having grasped this point, Qin Feng had a clear direction for this lecture.

What he wanted to share was not how to make these good swords even sharper, but how to prepare them for the inevitable, brutal trials that would break them completely in the future.

So he withdrew his gaze, and without any further pleasantries or preamble, spoke directly.

His voice wasn't loud, but it possessed a peculiar penetrating power, as if it didn't travel through the air or psychic energy, but resonated directly in the depths of everyone's soul.

"I have been invited here today, but I will not discuss secret techniques or supernatural powers. I only wish to discuss one thing with you all—"

Qin Feng spoke slowly, each word clear and forceful, like a powerful hammer in the hands of a master craftsman, striking the hearts and minds of everyone present.

"On the long path of spiritual cultivation, what is the most precious thing?"

The question was met with an even deeper silence.

Millions of geniuses were all stunned.

They envisioned countless opening scenarios: perhaps Qin Feng sharing his insights on his unique "Path to the Limit," perhaps explaining the astonishing killing technique he used when he reversed his fate and became a marquis, or perhaps describing his mental journey when resisting the evil god.

What they long for is the secret of power, a shortcut to a higher realm.

But no one expected that Qin Feng would pose such a seemingly broad and ethereal philosophical question.

The most precious thing?
Is it talent? It's something everyone present is proud of. Is it resources? It's the guarantee that the Holy Academy and the Empire have provided for them with everything they have.

Is it a secret technique? No, it is the foundation of their cultivation, the bridge to the Great Dao.

In an instant, countless answers flashed through everyone's minds, yet they all seemed correct, yet none seemed profound enough to truly summarize the long and despairing path of cultivation.

On the high platform, Qin Feng did not give them much time to think, nor did he wait for anyone's answer.

He seemed to be asking himself a question, and then he began to answer it himself.

What he described was not the epic, earth-shattering battle scenes that everyone expected.

It lacks the heroic spirit of breaking through an army with a single shot, the domineering power of slaughtering a million soldiers in five breaths, and the peril of confronting an evil god.

He was talking about those unknown, hidden beneath the dazzling achievements, long years of seclusion long enough to make even the stars feel desolate.

“The path of cultivation is not as we imagine, a smooth and unstoppable journey.”

Qin Feng's voice carried a hint of distant reminiscence, as if he were recounting a long-forgotten history.

"It's more about trial and error, and making corrections."

"Tolerance for mistakes is the most important thing."

“Each of you is a chosen one of heaven. From the very beginning of your cultivation, you have been on the right path, with the best teachers and the most advanced resources.”

You're used to winning, used to precision, used to every step being flawless.

Some even claim to have never lost a game in their entire lives!
This is a potential hidden danger.

"Because the true path of martial arts, especially after the Black Hole level, the road to becoming a King, an Emperor, or even higher realms is a dark forest without a map."

The experiences of those who came before can be learned from, but cannot be replicated.

Every step you take in the future will inevitably be accompanied by confusion and mistakes.

"You must allow yourselves to make mistakes and allow yourselves to fail. But you must leave yourselves enough room for error."

Qin Feng's tone suddenly became more forceful, like a resounding bell, deafening and awakening.

"More importantly, you must have the courage to learn from your mistakes, shatter the past, and rebuild your path! A misstep in the practice of a cultivation technique, a failed breakthrough in a realm, or an attempt to create a secret technique that goes astray... these are not terrible. What is terrible is that you deny yourself and lose the determination to try again because of one failure!"

His gaze deepened, as if piercing through time and space, revealing his past struggles.

"I have failed many times, far more than you can imagine."

In Canaan, in the Cosmic Genius Battle, in all sorts of places you don't know about.

Several times, my foundation was on the verge of collapse; several times, my physical body was completely crushed; and even more often, my will was almost completely extinguished.

Every time, I fail completely, while you only see my glamorous side.

"But each time, I found fuel from the ashes of failure to make myself burn even brighter."

Every time I'm knocked down, I rise again stronger than before!

"Remember, failures on the path of cultivation are not your end, but your whetstone."

Daring to make mistakes and being good at getting back up from them—this is the first cornerstone for you to go further.

His words caused countless geniuses in the audience to fall into deep thought.

Many of them have indeed never experienced a truly devastating defeat. Their path of cultivation has been so smooth that they are filled with an instinctive fear and resistance to the word "failure" deep in their hearts.

Qin Feng's words undoubtedly opened a completely new window for them.

Without giving them much time to reflect, Qin Feng went on to present his second argument.

"A true strong person is one who can enjoy solitude."

"Lonely?"

This term puzzled many talented individuals.

They have fellow disciples, teachers, and teammates around them. They are used to growing up in the strength of the group and have never felt that loneliness is necessary.

Qin Feng seemed to see through their thoughts, and his voice became even more ethereal.

"Because the deepest insights and the most thorough transformations happen in forgotten corners and are born in the silent depths of space."

"When you seclude yourself for three thousand years to overcome a bottleneck; practice for thirty thousand years to perfect a killing move; or even sit in meditation for three hundred thousand years to understand your true nature... During those incredibly long years, there will be no sound, no companionship, and no one to communicate with."

"All you can hear is your own heartbeat; all you can see is the darkness before you; all you can talk to is your own heart, whether firm or confused."

"In that kind of environment, can you hold on to your original aspirations? Can you find that fleeting spark of inspiration amidst endless repetition and monotony?"

His words seemed to pull everyone into a cold, dark, and silent cosmic prison, a sense of loneliness that penetrated to the bone, causing even some of the weaker-willed geniuses to tremble.

"Loneliness is not a punishment for you, but a supreme furnace given to you by the universe to temper your will."

Only in absolute solitude can you cast aside all external distractions, hear the deepest voice of your soul, and see the truest form of your own path.

Enjoy it, embrace it, and eventually conquer it.

When loneliness can no longer shake you in the slightest, then your will can be considered truly unbreakable.” After saying this, he paused for a moment, giving everyone time to digest the words.

He saw that the eyes of many prodigies gradually changed from initial confusion to shock, and then to thoughtful understanding.

They began to understand that the "loneliness" Qin Feng spoke of was a completely different concept from their usual understanding of "solitude".

It is a kind of great loneliness that one must actively choose to endure in order to seek the truth.

Finally, Qin Feng's gaze swept across the entire room, and his voice became more calm and more profound than ever before.

He summarized his core message in the simplest of words.

"The concept of 'tolerance for mistakes' gives you the courage to keep moving forward. The concept of 'loneliness' gives you the inner fortitude to be tempered."

And what connects these two, and everything on your path of cultivation, and gives them ultimate meaning, is the last two words—”

"persist in."

"You've heard this word countless times, you might even be tired of hearing it."

"But the 'persistence' I'm talking about today might be different from what you understand."

"Persisting for one day is an experience;"

"Persisting for a year becomes a habit."

"Persistence for a century is a test of willpower."

“You can all do these things, everyone here can do them.”

Qin Feng's tone suddenly changed, and an invisible, powerful aura originating from the essence of his life force suddenly spread out!

"But I must persist for 30,000 years, for just one thing!"

"We will persevere for three million years, for one belief alone!"

"We must persevere for 30 million years, or even longer, just for a road with no end in sight!"

"That--"

"—It's no longer about perseverance."

“That’s called ‘the Way’!”

"When the act of 'persistence' itself no longer requires you to drive it with 'willpower,' when it becomes an absolute instinct deeply ingrained in your soul and engraved on your true spirit, just like your breathing, your heartbeat, and the workings of your spiritual energy..."

"You have truly embarked on your own unique path to becoming the strongest."

"This is the path to becoming a Domain Lord!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire independent world fell into a deathly silence.

Qin Feng's last words were like the first thunderbolt at the beginning of chaos, striking the hearts of millions of geniuses and stirring up a monstrous wave!

When persistence becomes instinctive?

This extremely simple yet extremely profound truth plunged everyone into an unprecedented and profound shock.

They seemed to see a door to a completely new world slowly opening before them.

Behind the door, there were no dazzling supernatural powers, no invincible secret techniques, only a pilgrimage road paved with endless years and monotony, leading to eternity.

……

Qin Feng's words were plain and unremarkable, without any fancy words or profound theories.

He was simply recounting his experiences, like a traveler who had journeyed through countless years in the river of time, dusting off the dust of the journey and telling those who came after him about the path he had walked.

Every word he spoke was like a stone shard peeled from the oldest rock layer deep within his soul—simple, rough, yet containing unimaginable weight and strength.

He was like an old farmer who had been cultivating the fields for millions of years, recounting his experience of spring planting and autumn harvest, how to deal with droughts and floods, and how to distinguish the solar terms.

These principles sound so simple, so simple that it seems every child who has just embarked on the path of spiritual practice has heard their elders say them.

The instructors at the Holy Academy have explained these principles countless times!

But none of it worked.

But now that Qin Feng has said it, it's useful!

Because of Qin Feng's reputation, Qin Feng's prestige was simply too great!

Moreover, these geniuses all knew that Qin Feng's age was similar to theirs, and they could even be considered to be from the same generation!

So they started thinking.

This independent world, carved out in the shallow layers of space by supreme power, is now shrouded in an eerie, almost frozen silence.

The nebula continued to slowly swirl, radiating a dreamlike glow that shone upon the millions of human prodigies below.

Their bodies, like sculptures cast from divine gold, remained motionless, all deep in thought.

Initially, when Qin Feng began to talk about "tolerance for mistakes," many people's eyes flickered with confusion, or even a fleeting disappointment.

Who are they?

They are the most brilliant talents in the golden age of humanity!

Each of them is a legend walking among the stars, an undisputed protagonist in their respective era and star field.

They came here with the fervor of a pilgrim, to listen to the teachings of a living legend—the “Fierce God” Qin Feng. They were looking forward to earth-shattering secret techniques, the mysteries of the forbidden realm of the Stone Buddha, and an analysis of the unprecedented “Path to the Limit”. Even a glimpse would be enough to benefit them immensely.

However, what did they hear?
"Allow yourself to make mistakes..."

"Failure is not terrible..."

Isn't this the same old cliché that their mentors used to say when they were young?
For these peerless geniuses who have advanced triumphantly and almost never been defeated, these words seem so pale, so... out of place.

A prince wearing a long robe with golden dragon patterns and a divine flame mark between his brows frowned almost imperceptibly.

He was the crown prince of the Ancient Yan Dynasty. Since birth, he had been hailed as a genius who appeared once every million years. On his path of cultivation, all the resources were the best, and all the secret techniques were top-notch. His life trajectory was as if it had been planned with a divine ruler, precise and brilliant. How could there have been any "mistakes"?
Qin Feng's words seemed somewhat unrealistic to him.

Disappointment, like a thin layer of mist, quietly spread in the hearts of millions of outstanding individuals.

However, as Qin Feng continued his story, and the word "loneliness" came out of his mouth, the atmosphere in the room began to subtly change.

"...When you are in seclusion for three thousand, thirty thousand, or even longer, with no sound around you, no companionship, and only your own dialogue with your own Dao, can you hold onto your original aspiration?"

Three thousand years!
Thirty thousand years!
These two time units, like invisible hammers, struck the hearts of every prodigy!
Among them, the oldest has cultivated for only tens of thousands of years, and those who can go into seclusion for a thousand years are extremely rare.

The kind of cultivation that completely seals oneself off, isolates oneself from the entire universe, and immerses oneself in endless desolation is something they have thought about, yet instinctively fear.

Just then, a battle report about Qin Feng's achievements, seemingly from the will of the universe, flashed through their minds—

"In the blood-red martial arts arena, I fought to the death with the intermediate-level Marquis 'Blood Slaughter Marquis' for ten thousand years, stealing his Dao, comprehending his methods, and finally using his own Dao against him, reversing the Marquis's fate!"

"Within the illusion, confront the will of the chaotic evil god 'Khorne,' and resist for 150,000 years. Your Dao heart remains immortal, and your will is indestructible!"

boom! !

It was as if a thunderbolt from the heavens had exploded deep within everyone's soul!
The plain and simple words from before suddenly merged with those two terrifying battle records that were enough to make one's scalp tingle and soul tremble just by looking at them!
A ten-thousand-year-long, relentless battle to the death!

A confrontation with the divine will over 150,000 years!

What a profound and deep-seated loneliness that must be.

What maddening desolation that must have been! What hellish torment that must have been!

At this moment, the word "loneliness" in Qin Feng's mouth was no longer the romantic imagery of poets and writers, nor the abstract concept in philosophical classics, but transformed into an undeniably real reality, tinged with the stench of blood and rust, heavy enough to crush the stars!
The prince, who was wearing a long robe with gold dragon patterns, had completely lost his nonchalance, replaced by a look of horrified paleness.

His proud century-long seclusion seemed as laughable as a child's afternoon nap compared to Qin Feng's deathly cultivation, which was measured in "ten thousand years" at a time.

He suddenly realized that his so-called "perfect" path of cultivation was nothing more than a smooth road protected by the wings of countless predecessors. He had never truly faced the darkness and nothingness from the depths of his soul alone.

The young man, who exuded an aura of killing intent, had lowered his arms at some point, and his body was trembling slightly.

He thought he had long been accustomed to loneliness and that his heart had been tempered to be as hard as cold iron.

But the loneliness he spoke of was the loneliness of licking his wounds in a life-or-death struggle, the loneliness of struggling to survive.

The solitude that Qin Feng spoke of—actively immersing himself in the endless void and engaging in an eternal dialogue with himself in order to "seek the Dao"—is a higher level of existence that he had never reached before.

"Touched" is not enough to describe the scene at this moment.

It was a profound and soul-stirring experience!
If they had previously worshipped Qin Feng as a "strongman" with incredible combat power, then...

Now, they begin to try to understand the root of why this strongman became strong!

When Qin Feng finally summarized the word "persistence" in the simplest terms, the impact of this sentiment reached its peak.

Road!
What is Tao?
This question has puzzled countless practitioners throughout history.

Some say that Tao is the law, the order; some say that Tao is the true self, the original heart; some say that Tao is power, eternity.

Today, Qin Feng has given a completely new, and most simple, answer.

The Way is perseverance.

It means persisting in doing the right thing beyond the end of time, persisting until it becomes part of your breath, your heartbeat, your every thought, and becomes a part of your life itself!

hum-

A brilliant light suddenly erupted from the body of a prodigy, and his aura rose steadily. A bottleneck that had plagued him for three hundred years was shattered at this moment!
Hot tears streamed down his face as he murmured to himself, "So that's how it is... so that's how it is! I've always been pursuing faster breakthroughs and more profound secret techniques, but I forgot that the strongest secret technique is perseverance! Just keep going, one step at a time!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

One powerful aura after another soared into the sky, filling the heavens with radiance!
At this moment, hundreds and thousands of geniuses experienced an unprecedented spiritual cleansing. Their Dao hearts became clear and their thoughts became unobstructed. The barriers to cultivation they had built up over many years shattered instantly!

Many of them are exceptionally talented and insightful, and their cultivation is smooth sailing. But precisely because of this, their Daoist hearts lack the most important element—the resilience to face monotony, failure, and loneliness.

They are like towering trees grown in a greenhouse, with lush branches and leaves, seemingly strong, but unable to withstand real wind, frost, rain, and snow.

Qin Feng's words did not bring them any substantial increase in power, but they were like a refreshing rain, irrigating their parched roots.

It was like a heavy hammer, shattering the layer of ice in their hearts called "impatience" and "pride".

They began to reflect.

Reflect on whether you have neglected the most fundamental cultivation of your Dao heart because you have been too focused on the rapid increase of power.
Reflect on whether you have lost the courage to fight to the death because you have too many resources and escape routes.
Reflect on whether you can endure ten thousand years of solitude to accomplish something that seems impossible.
The answer made most of them feel ashamed.

After a brief, deathly silence.

As Qin Feng's last words completely dissipated into the nebula, someone suddenly stood up from their seat and roared out!

"Cultivation! Cultivation is not only the accumulation of power, but also an endless journey with no end, accompanied by solitude!"

"Thank you for your guidance, fierce god! I have been stuck at a bottleneck for a hundred years, and I was restless and impatient. I always thought that there was something wrong with my cultivation method. Only today do I realize that it was because my Dao heart was unstable and I did not persevere enough!"

Mountain whistle tsunami!

Yes, only these four words can describe the scene at this moment!
Millions of human prodigies, these future giants who were usually arrogant and unruly, now stood up like the most devout believers and bowed deeply to the calm figure in the center of the platform!
This bow was not for his prestigious title as the number one on the list of geniuses.

This bow was not to acknowledge his achievements in slaying divine obstacles and defeating armies.

This bow was a bow to his Dao heart, which had remained undiminished in ten thousand years of fierce battles and immortalized in fifteen thousand years of solitude!

……

At the edge of the platform, in a void unseen by ordinary people, several figures stood silently, their auras as deep as the sea, as if they had merged with this subspace world.

They were several of the Holy Academy's King-level instructors, figures who were rarely seen.

They witnessed the frenzied reaction below the platform, a reaction as powerful as a landslide or a tsunami.

On the high platform, the young man who had caused all of this looked somewhat dazed.

Qin Feng was indeed a little confused.

Looking at the excited, flushed faces below the stage, listening to the waves of cheers, and feeling the overwhelming power of reverence that seemed to shake the world, he felt an utterly absurd sensation.

What did he say?

He said nothing.

In his view, what he said was the most basic "nonsense" on the path of spiritual practice, and a self-evident axiom.

Any true strong person who can climb out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and rise step by step from the bottom to where they are today, must understand these principles.

It's like breathing and drinking water; it's a survival instinct.

He never expected that these insights, which seemed perfectly normal to him, would have such a huge impact on these proud sons of the Holy Academy.

In fact, Qin Feng hadn't expected that the drawbacks of the Holy Academy's method of cultivating geniuses were so great.

Those who grow up in academia are, if not just pretty faces, definitely close.

What the universe needs are warriors who have grown up in the blood and fire of warbands.

"Hehe... It seems we all underestimated the influence of this little guy."

A king-level being, shrouded in mist, let out a long sigh.

His voice was gentle, yet it carried a wisdom that seemed to understand the ways of the world. "He can casually say something and still make others think. It's not that Qin Feng's words are particularly reasonable; in fact, they might even be empty words... But his prestige is too great. This generation's prodigies all take him as their role model and their leader. They will think carefully about whatever Qin Feng says..."

"Haha, Qin Feng, that little guy, really has a high reputation."

Another mentor, clad in crimson armor and seemingly surrounded by flames, nodded in a deep voice. He was none other than the "Azure Flame King," known for his fiery temper.

"These prodigies lack the most precious quality that Qin Feng possessed: the 'wildness' and 'tenacity' that grew wildly in desperate situations."

"good."

The first to speak, King Yunhai, nodded slightly. "They are like tigers kept in captivity. Although their claws and teeth are sharp, they have never truly hunted alone in the jungle."

Qin Feng, he was the Tiger King who fought his way out of that most primitive and bloody jungle.

The Azure Flame King looked down at the students who were still shouting excitedly, a hint of a smile in his eyes: "Qin Feng's prestige and reputation are undeniable; he's a leading figure of his generation. They could comprehend the Dao even if Qin Feng just farted."

The several king-level mentors exchanged glances, all seeing the same view in each other's eyes.

The words may be a bit vulgar, but that's really how it is.

Having Qin Feng conduct this lecture was undoubtedly one of the most correct and wise decisions the Holy Academy has made in recent years.

Because of Qin Feng's existence, he himself is no longer just an individual.

He is a flag, a symbol, a living totem that tells all future generations of humankind the belief that "the road is long and arduous, but perseverance will lead to success."

His very existence is the best, and also the most brutal, motivation and impetus for these academic prodigies who are used to smooth sailing.

Amidst the deafening cheers and shouts below, Qin Feng finally snapped out of his brief shock.

He calmly nodded in response to the countless sincere and enthusiastic eyes below the stage.

Then, without saying another word, he turned around and calmly walked down the high platform paved with white divine jade.

His silhouette stretched long in the glow of the nebula, lonely yet incredibly resolute.

With one step, a soft beam of teleportation light appeared, completely engulfing his figure.

……

He left, heading towards the vast and boundless star field that had just been granted to him.

That was his own territory, a brand new beginning for "Qin Feng, the Fierce God".

What he left behind, besides the raging tide that swept through the entire Holy Academy, was a seed called "perseverance," which was deeply, deeply planted in the hearts of these millions of future pillars of humanity.

This seed may not take root and sprout immediately today or tomorrow.

But one day, when they face the solitude of cultivation alone, when they encounter an invincible enemy, when they feel lost and desperate in the dark universe.

They will remember today, remember that serene figure standing atop the nebula, remember those simple, unadorned words—

"When perseverance becomes your instinct, you will truly be on your own path to becoming a strong person."

(End of this chapter)