High Martial Arts: Liver Becomes the Master of the Universe

Chapter 334 Twin Masks! Creating a Mechanical Race Avatar, Vanguard! Lei Self-Destructs His Cultivation!
This is the 103rd year that Qin Feng has reigned over his fiefdom.

However, for Qin Feng Cosmic City and its more than 700 cosmic kingdoms, this century was a golden age of reshaping order and establishing rules.

Driven by Qin Feng's iron-fisted laws and generous rewards, a new power structure, with an AI network at its core and the rulers of Chiyu Kingdom and Qiantian Kingdom as its executors, has begun to operate as efficiently as a precision instrument.

Internal rebellions and conflicts were completely quelled, while external commercial shipping routes and resource extraction expanded at an unprecedented rate.

The name Qin Feng has long since evolved from a terrifying symbol of a "fierce god" into an absolute totem of faith in this star sector.

However, Qin Feng, the creator of all this, seemed to have vanished from the universe, never appearing in public for a full hundred years.

Apart from a very few core members, no one knew what kind of earth-shattering creation this young lord was undertaking in the deepest part of his cosmic city.

【Qinfeng Universe City】, City Lord's Mansion.

The interior of the temple was enough to overturn the understanding of any master craftsman.

There is no blazing forging fire here, no deafening hammering.

What comes into view is a vast, boundless vacuum, like the beginning of the universe.

The temperature is precisely controlled at a state infinitely close to absolute zero, so that no impurities or dust particles can remain there.

In the very center of the temple, a huge sphere with a diameter of over ten thousand kilometers floats.

It is not a physical entity, but rather a combination of billions of fine, dust-like pure psionic runes, arranged according to an extremely mysterious and profound principle.

Inside the sphere, gravity, repulsion, strong interaction, and weak interaction are precisely adjusted to countless decimal places by the AI ​​brain with a terrifying computing power of billions of kilobytes per second, thus forming an absolutely dust-free and interference-free perfect forging space.

The temple's walls were not made of cold steel or rock, but of a smooth, fluid, liquid metal. Countless streams of data cascaded down its surface, performing complex formulas on a scale of billions in real time.

That was Qin Feng's top-tier AI brain cluster, conducting final parameter checks and calculating the optimal alloy ratio and array imprinting sequence for the upcoming grand project.

The air, in an environment that had been evacuated into a vacuum, was filled with a peculiar "atmosphere".

It was a metallic fragrance originating from the essence of matter, a unique aroma produced by combining with highly condensed psionic particles.

Being there, with each breath, it felt as if the purest cosmic energy was being drawn into the body, cleansing the soul and the body.

In the center of the temple, at the core of the runic energy sphere, a figure sat cross-legged; it was Qin Feng, who had been in seclusion for a hundred years.

His eyes were closed, his breathing was deep and slow, and his pure black spiritual power surged out like a tide, perfectly integrating with the entire temple's operating system.

He was adjusting himself and the entire temple to the most perfect and peak state that could theoretically be achieved.

Finally, after an unknown amount of time, Qin Feng suddenly opened his eyes. What profound eyes they were, as black as night, yet seemingly containing the ultimate mysteries of the universe's birth and death, and the cycle of all things.

"A century of preparation has led to success today."

His deep voice, transmitted clearly to every corner of the vacuum environment through the vibration of his mental energy, was clearly heard.

The moment he finished speaking, he had a thought, and his storage space suddenly opened.

In an instant, it was as if stars had collapsed and mountains had crumbled.

One after another, rare metals the size of mountains emerged from the void, carrying a terrifying weight that made one's heart tremble and each with its own unique aura of law, silently hovering around Qin Feng.

Among them, there is a piece of metal with a dreamlike star-blue color, and its surface seems to have billions of stars slowly flowing, being born and dying.

It is "Star Memory Gold", a legendary miracle that was born near the singularity of the Big Bang and possesses near-immortality and self-repairing properties.

Any damage inflicted upon it will be repaired in the shortest possible time by its internal "memory".

This is a trophy that Qin Feng extracted from the remains of a god-level mechanical prodigy on the Island of Death and Fall, and its value is enough to move even a Fenghuang.

Beside it was a mass of silvery substance flowing like liquid moonlight, emanating an ethereal and pure aura that seemed to belong to a different dimension of reality.

This is "Void Mithril," which has an efficiency of almost 100% in conducting spiritual energy with virtually no loss. It is an unparalleled divine material for constructing top-tier spiritual energy cores and array circuits.

Further away, a jet-black metal, spanning thousands of kilometers in diameter, emanates a terrifying gravitational pull capable of distorting light, and floats silently.

Any one of these materials, taken out alone, would be enough to cause a frenzy of bidding among countless powerful individuals at a cosmic auction.

At this moment, vast resources, enough to arm a top-tier race, have all been gathered here, all for the birth of a creation.

Looking at the scene before him that was enough to drive any grandmaster of weapon crafting mad, Qin Feng's eyes remained calm and composed.

He did not use any divine fire or any tools.

Because he himself is the most powerful "divine fire" and the most sophisticated "tool" in this world.

"beginning."

A simple syllable escaped his lips.

In an instant, his spiritual power, which had reached the legendary "pure black quality," erupted like a dam bursting open in the heavens!
It was no longer an intangible thought, but a pure black torrent that was almost tangible.

The moment the torrent appeared, it split into countless thin, yet incredibly resilient, psionic tentacles. At the tip of each tentacle shimmered with the wisdom to understand the very essence of matter.

These billions of spiritual tentacles precisely targeted the various divine metals and strange irons suspended in the air.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, no cataclysmic clash of psionic energy.

Yes, but it involves extremely subtle penetration and decomposition.

Qin Feng's mental energy tentacles easily penetrated the seemingly indestructible external structure of those metals, directly reaching the most core and fundamental atomic level.

"break."

His mind started racing again.

The tips of those tentacles emitted an invisible yet irresistible vibrational frequency.

This is an extremely brutal process, yet it requires extremely precise control.

The barbarity lies in the fact that it forcibly erases the inherent "attributes" and "laws" of matter at its most fundamental level, restoring it to the purest and most primitive particle state.

The essence of meticulousness lies in the fact that the process must be flawless.

Any waste of spiritual energy, any accidental damage to an atomic structure, could imperfect the final product's perfection. For Qin Feng, who pursues the "limit," any flaw is intolerable.

This is an incredibly tedious and mentally taxing process.

Qin Feng's consciousness was divided into billions of parts at this moment, simultaneously processing billions of different pieces of information.

He was like the most demanding monarch, inspecting every single atom after it was broken down, ensuring that it was in the most perfect "ready" state.

Time lost its meaning at this moment.

Outside the temple, the seasons changed, and the seasons came and went.

One year, five years, ten years...

Thirty years have passed quietly in this silent process of decomposition and reconstruction.

Thirty years later, in the center of the temple, the countless mountain-sized metal materials had disappeared.

Instead, there is a colorful nebula composed of billions of the purest atomic particles with different properties.

Qin Feng's face was slightly pale, but his eyes were getting brighter.

The first step, which was also the most time-consuming, is now complete.

“Sculpt”.

He uttered the second word.

That atomic nebula, which had been dormant for thirty years, suddenly came to a boil!

Under the precise guidance of Qin Feng's spiritual power, these atoms, which came from different divine metals and had different properties, began to recombine in a completely new and unprecedented way.

His hands moved slowly in front of him, as if drawing an invisible blueprint in the void.

As he moved, the atomic nebula continued to tumble and condense.

First the skull, then the spine, then the limbs and bones...

A humanoid skeleton, shimmering with a dark golden luster, was created "out of thin air" bit by bit in this absolute vacuum. Its proportions and dimensions were exactly the same as Qin Feng's original form, without the slightest difference.

Every joint of the bones shimmers with a natural Daoist charm, as if it was meant to be this way from birth.

After the skeleton is formed, there are muscle fiber-like psionic conduction bundles, an inner armor covering the whole body like a second skin, and finally, a dark outer armor with smooth lines, full of power and beauty.

The entire shaping process took another twenty years.

When the last part was assembled, a "person" that was the same height as Qin Feng and had the same appearance, except that its eyes were closed and its body was made of unknown dark metal, floated silently in front of him.

It is like a perfect work of art, serene and profound, yet containing a terrifying power capable of destroying the world.

Qin Feng took a deep breath and began the third and most crucial step—the formation imprint.

He extended his finger and gently touched the space between the mechanical body's eyebrows.

Immediately, he began to use his fingers as a pen and his mental energy as ink to imprint the core array inside that body.

The first array he imprinted was the ultimate manifestation of his own Dao, the supreme secret technique that he had already painstakingly cultivated to perfection and integrated into his very bones—the [Ultimate Grand Array]!
This is no longer a simple copy, but a creative miniaturization and reconstruction.

Countless runes, smaller than atoms, flowed from his fingertips, precisely imprinting themselves on the inside of every metal bone, in the layers of every piece of armor, and on the nodes of every psionic circuit.

These runes connect with each other, forming countless tiny array units. These countless array units together form a magnificent array that covers the entire body and fits perfectly with it.

As the last rune fell, the entire mechanical body trembled slightly. An invisible, indestructible barrier of Daoist energy flashed across its surface.

The Ultimate Array has been successfully implanted!
This means that from the moment of its birth, this body possessed the terrifying characteristic of being "invulnerable to all laws," identical to Qin Feng's original self!
Immediately afterwards, Qin Feng clasped his hands together, and when he separated them again, his palms held a ball of scorching, violent spiritual energy that seemed to incinerate the universe.

The Great Furnace Formation!
"go with!"

Qin Feng flicked his finger, and the ball of light transformed into a streak of light, precisely piercing the chest of the mechanical body.

There, he had already reserved a core energy room.

The moment the sphere of light entered, it perfectly connected with the psionic circuits within, transforming into an inextinguishable "heart" that could continuously draw psionic energy from the void.

The two formations, one primarily for defense and the other for spiritual energy, are perfectly compatible and complement each other.

Thus, the "Dao" of this body has been forged. It possesses an indestructible "body" and inexhaustible "power".

The entire branding process took another forty-nine years.

Only one year remains until the centennial.

Qin Feng looked at the masterpiece before him, the culmination of his life's work, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes. But he knew that the most crucial, and also the most dangerous, step had only just begun.

He wanted to infuse this perfect body with a true "soul".

Qin Feng slowly closed his eyes, his mind sinking into the deepest part of his soul.

There, an ancient, mysterious mask, seemingly woven from light and darkness, floats silently.

A cosmic marvel—the Twin Masks!
Its core capability is not simply creating clones, but rather the perfect division and synchronization of souls!
"point!"

Qin Feng's soul essence let out a cry from its deepest depths.

The Twin Masks trembled suddenly, and then, amidst a mysterious and unpredictable light, slowly split into two.

Half of it remains pure white, representing "life" and "truth".

The other half is pitch black, representing "death" and "illusion".

The instant the mask split open, Qin Feng felt as if his soul had been precisely cleaved in two by an invisible, sharp blade.

The feeling was indescribable; it wasn't painful, but rather a strange sensation of having a complete copy of myself.

At this moment, his consciousness naturally split into two completely independent yet interconnected perspectives.

"melt."

Qin Feng's mind raced.

The half-black mask transformed into a stream of light, flying out from between his eyebrows and imprinting itself precisely on the mechanical body's brow before slowly merging into it and disappearing.

The other half of the pure white mask returned to the depths of his soul, merging completely with it, becoming one with it forever.

The moment the black and white masks returned to their respective places, an indescribable, profound connection that transcended the dimensions of matter and soul was suddenly established!
Qin Feng felt that the other half of his consciousness, which had been separated, was instantly injected into that cold mechanical body, like a wanderer who had found his home!

hum-

A soft murmur, seemingly emanating from the very source of the Great Dao, echoed throughout the entire temple.

The mechanical body that had been silently suspended for ninety-nine years suddenly opened its eyes!

What was emitted was no longer cold, emotionless electronic light, but pure black light, exactly the same as Qin Feng's true form, containing endless depth and domineering will!

It came to life!
Or rather, another "Qin Feng" was born.

He moved his metal-forged hands and feet, feeling the surging power within his alloy body, like a rushing galaxy.

This feeling was both novel and familiar, no different from the experience of flesh and blood, and even surpassed it in terms of pure physical defense and power burst.

Inside the temple, a strange scene unfolded.

Two identical "Qin Fengs," one with flesh and blood, the other with a mechanical body, faced each other across the void, their eyes meeting. Their thoughts were synchronized, their wills were unified.

The next moment, Qin Feng's true form and his mechanical avatar spoke simultaneously, their voices perfectly overlapping, neither preceding nor following, echoing in the empty temple:
"From this day forward, your name will be 'Vanguard,' and you will be stationed here as my foundation."

"If I perish outside, I will use this body as an anchor point to be reborn in this city."

As soon as he finished speaking, a deep glint flashed in Qin Feng's eyes.

His thoughts had already drifted to the distant and unknown land of Lu.

"Golden Emperor..."

He silently recited the name in his heart, "The person who knows about the Ancient Luo King's legacy may even be another incomplete inheritor himself. In order to obtain the complete legacy, he will definitely make a move against me. Moreover, for this opportunity that can make any being rise to the top in one step, there may be other Emperor-level beings that I do not know about, secretly lurking."

"The trip to Luxiang was fraught with peril, a near-death experience. This is no exaggeration."

But then, he looked at the "vanguard" in front of him, a confident smile curving his lips.

"However, with Vanguard and Twin Masks, my 'life' will no longer be a desperate gamble with everything I have."

"It's more like a game at the card table."

"As long as my foundation, 'Vanguard,' remains intact, I can be resurrected an infinite number of times and return to the poker table an infinite number of times."

"This is the greatest source of my confidence to act boldly, to get involved personally, and to face any storm or danger head-on!"

Thus, Qin Feng forged the most solid and reliable insurance for the most dangerous journey ahead of him.

The mechanical avatar named "Vanguard" carries half of Qin Feng's soul essence, serving as an absolutely safe "rebirth beacon" for him in this universe.

The core and most crucial technological foundation of the "faking death to escape" plan has been perfectly realized.

Previously, Qin Feng created mechanical artifacts that relied on the mechanical race's innate talent—an indestructible soul core—allowing them to regenerate infinitely. However, these artifacts had a distance limit; once the distance was exceeded, they could no longer regenerate.

Now, Qin Feng has painstakingly created another physical body and fully activated the Twin Masks to successfully create an avatar!

This incarnation is impervious to distance!
It doesn't matter that Qin Feng perished in the endlessly distant Luxiang.

……

Qin Feng did not set off immediately.

Before embarking on this new and unpredictable journey, he must thoroughly secure the rear he has built up—this vast private territory spanning over seven hundred cosmic nations.

This star sector is not merely a territory granted by the Human Race Holy Academy, but also a crucial part of his future plans. It is both a testing ground for his "iron-fisted rule-making" and the establishment of his own order, and a training base for the vast AI network behind his god-level mechanical servants "Thunderbolt" and "Vanguard," thereby feeding back into himself and allowing his "pure black quality" spiritual power to continuously improve.

This place must not be lost, and there must be no potential contamination from the chaotic evil gods.

The shocking incident that occurred during the wedding ceremony in the Linglu Universe Kingdom was like a sharp thorn, deeply rooted in Qin Feng's heart.

Slaanesh's seemingly "generous" blessing, and the open scheme called "Hook of Desire," were so bizarre and vicious that even Qin Feng, who was used to bloodshed and killing, felt a real chill.

Lei and Lingyao, his old acquaintances, were the most direct victims and test subjects of this open conspiracy.

Their condition is the best example to test the power of the "hook".

Before leaving, Qin Feng had to personally verify their situation and try to find a solution.

This is both to settle the cause and effect and to gain a deeper understanding of the methods of evil gods.

With a thought, Qin Feng's figure disappeared from the core quiet room of [Qin Feng Universe City].

With his current strength, traversing the territories of dozens of cosmic nations is merely a short distance away.

……

In the depths of the imperial palace of the Akabane Universe Kingdom, in a quiet room prepared for the most distinguished guests.

The room was decorated with great elegance. The floor was covered with “star-patterned jade” that could calm the mind and soothe the nerves, and the walls were inlaid with moonstone that emitted a soft glow.

In the corner, a simple and elegant purple-gold incense burner is emitting wisps of smoke. The smoke is made from "tranquil sandalwood" collected from a secret realm in the universe. The smoke is ethereal and has a unique fragrance that can calm the mind and cleanse the soul.

The entire space was enveloped in a peaceful and serene atmosphere.

However, this tranquility was disrupted by the invisible pressure emanating from the two people standing in the center of the quiet room, causing undercurrents to surge.

Lei and Princess Linglu—now known as Lingyao—stood side by side.

Compared to their wedding day, their demeanor had undergone a complete transformation.

The surge of power brought about by the "blessing" of the evil god that day has now been completely stabilized and contained by them.

Even so, wisps of the power of law still lingered and ebbed around them with every move they made, a manifestation of their overwhelming power, which they had not yet been able to control perfectly.

Their cultivation levels had already stabilized at the level of a powerful black hole, and they were steadily advancing towards the level of an ultimate black hole.

Just then, a barely perceptible ripple spread across the space inside the quiet room, and Qin Feng's figure appeared before the two of them without warning.

He seemed to have been standing there from the beginning, perfectly integrated with the entire space, without causing the slightest fluctuation of psionic energy.

"Senior Qin Feng!"

Lei and Lingyao's hearts skipped a beat, and they bowed almost simultaneously, their expressions filled with indescribable complex emotions.

There was a deep-seated awe, a fear and worship of Qin Feng’s supreme power in instantly killing the Evil Bone Marquis and settling the world with a flick of his finger.
There was also a hidden unease and trepidation, as if a student with poor grades were facing a strict teacher.

Qin Feng did not speak immediately.

He simply stood there quietly, his deep eyes seeming to transform into two pure black universes.

There was no emotional ripple, no intimidating pressure, but when his gaze fell on Lei and Lingyao, the two felt as if their souls had been completely peeled away, seen through from the inside out, with no secrets left to hide.

That pure black spiritual power was of such high quality that it had transcended the realm of matter and spiritual energy, and was almost a manifestation of the "Tao".

It spreads like mercury, penetrating everywhere, yet it nourishes silently and without the slightest aggression.

The first layer is their physical body.

The power of Slaanesh transformed their very life essence, granting them vitality and regenerative abilities far exceeding those of their peers, making them virtually flawless fighting bodies.

The second layer is their foundation.

The third layer, and the most crucial layer—their souls.

Qin Feng's brows finally furrowed slightly, almost imperceptibly.

His spiritual power carefully enveloped the essence of their souls, conducting the most subtle investigation.

He saw the joy in their souls, their dependence on and intoxication with this sudden power, and their burgeoning ambition born from their surge in strength... but what he didn't see was any form of "contamination."

There were no whispers of chaos, no mark of evil gods, no twisted will, and no parasitic rifts in the soul.

Their souls were as clean as a blank sheet of paper, but on this blank sheet of paper, someone used the most gorgeous brushstrokes to draw a beautiful picture called "power".

"...flawless".

Qin Feng came to a conclusion in his heart, and this conclusion filled his heart with an unprecedented sense of solemnity.

"Slaanesh's methods are far more sophisticated and vicious than Khorne's direct corruption, which is filled with killing and tyranny."

This is neither pollution nor control, but a pure 'gift'.

It truly left no loopholes or traps in this power; it was as if an incredibly generous elder, placing high hopes on you, selflessly bestowed upon you, their most precious gift, to this younger generation.

"But that's precisely the most terrifying part."

Because the real battlefield is not the physical body, not the foundation of the Dao, and not even the soul itself, but that which is ethereal and elusive yet determines how far a cultivator can go—the Dao heart.

What Slaanesh sent was not a power, but a potent poison that could crack the heart of anyone seeking enlightenment.

It attacks the most primal desires and inertia in the hearts of practitioners.

When a person gets used to getting something for nothing, he will lose the patience to cultivate things by hand.

When a person gets used to rain falling from the sky, he will forget the hardship of digging a well to get water.

This "blessing" is a hook, a hook baited with "desire." It won't immediately drag you into the abyss, but rather make you willingly and step by step walk towards the cliff it has prepared for you.

The air in the quiet room seemed to freeze because of Qin Feng's silence.

Lei and Lingyao could even clearly hear their own heartbeats pounding like drums.

Qin Feng's gaze was calm, yet they felt an immense pressure.

Finally, Qin Feng broke the suffocating silence. His voice was equally calm, revealing neither joy nor anger, but every word seemed to carry immense weight, striking clearly into the hearts of the two men.

"The path of martial arts is like rowing against the current; if you don't advance, you fall behind."

“Every step you take must be one you take firmly and steadily; every bit of strength you have must be earned by your own hands through the trials of blood and fire.”

The value of power lies not in its inherent strength, but in the price you pay to acquire it, and in the unbreakable heart of the Dao forged in the process.

He paused, his gaze slowly sweeping across the two faces, taking in every subtle change in their expressions.

"A pie falling from the sky is often a poison wrapped in the sweetest honey."

Its toxicity doesn't take effect immediately and won't cause you any pain.

On the contrary, it will give you unprecedented pleasure and satisfaction.

"But it will slowly and silently erode your will, making you forget the meaning of arduous training, the brutality of life-and-death battles, and the fact that the path of the strong is a lonely journey paved with thorns and bones."

It will make you realize that one day in the future, when you are truly in dire straits and need to struggle for survival with everything you have, the first thought that comes to mind is not how to use your wisdom and strength to break the deadlock, but rather kneeling on the ground, humbly praying for the next 'miracle' to occur.

Qin Feng's voice grew even deeper as he described a vivid scene to the two of them:

Let me give you an example.

For a gambler addicted to gambling, the most terrifying thing in the world is not losing all his last penny and becoming penniless.

Perhaps that kind of despair might bring him to his senses.

"The most terrifying thing is that when he was at his wit's end, abandoned by everyone, and ready to give up everything, Lady Luck suddenly smiled upon him, allowing him to win a big bet with his remaining, or even borrowed, capital."

A single victory would be enough for him to pay off all his debts and even live a life of luxury.

"Can you imagine? That moment of ecstasy, that immense shock of going straight from hell to heaven, would become the deepest mark on his soul."

He wouldn't think it was luck; he would think it was a stroke of luck, proof of his extraordinary talent.

From then on, he will never be able to turn back. He will become a slave to his desires, and one day in the future, he will lose not only his wealth, but also his life.

That moment of victory was the final hand that pushed him into an abyss of no return.

“And you are now like that gambler who has won big.”

Qin Feng's words were like an invisible hammer, striking Lei and Lingyao's hearts hard.

Lingyao's face instantly turned pale, her delicate body trembled slightly, and her eyes revealed a trace of confusion and fear.

She clenched her fists instinctively, feeling the surging, vast power within her body—the power that had once captivated and filled her with pride—now seemed to have transformed into a cold, venomous snake, coiling around her heart.

Ray's reaction, however, was even more intense.

His expression changed several times as Qin Feng spoke, like countless images flashing by in a revolving lantern.

At first, I was confused.

He didn't understand why what was clearly a tremendous opportunity had become a deadly poison in Senior Qin Feng's words.

Then came the struggle.

He recalled that he had indeed become complacent during the time since gaining his power.

The daily, unwavering practice has now become intermittent.

The spirit of dedication to solving every martial arts problem has now been replaced by the idea that "power can be gained through enough love."

He had even fantasized more than once that if he and Lingyao continued to love each other like this, would that merciful "god" bestow blessings upon them again?

Every word of Senior Qin Feng's words pierced the deepest part of his heart, a decay he himself had never even noticed.

Then comes fear.

A chill emanating from the depths of his soul made him feel icy cold all over.

He was afraid, not of the enemy, but of himself.

He was afraid that he would really become that hopeless gambler, just as Senior Qin Feng had said, and ultimately lose everything.

He thought of Qin Feng.

I recalled the peerless demeanor of this senior on the Island of Death and Fall, single-handedly facing an army of myriad races; I recalled his overwhelming ferocity as he slashed six extreme black holes in succession before Crimson Feather Pass; and I recalled his god-like figure as he instantly killed the top-tier mid-level Marquis Evil Bone Marquis in the Spirit Deer Universe Kingdom.

All of this was achieved step by step by our predecessors, through endless mountains of corpses and seas of blood!
That power was profound, pure, and filled with an indomitable will.

And what about one's own strength? It's light and airy, without any foundation, like a castle in the air.

In the very end, all the confusion, struggle, and fear transformed into an unprecedented resolve!
"thump!"

Lei suddenly knelt down on one knee, the hard star-patterned jade floor making a dull thud from the force of his knee.

He raised his head, his eyes filled with fervent admiration and unwavering determination. His voice was slightly hoarse with excitement, but it was powerful and resounding:
"Senior, I understand! I... I completely understand!"

"It's because my resolve is weak, because I'm greedy for shortcuts, because I've been blinded by the power of getting something for nothing! I'm afraid... I'm really afraid that I'll become addicted to it, unable to extricate myself, and eventually become a useless person who can only pray for divine mercy!"

He took a deep breath, as if using all his strength, and kowtowed heavily to Qin Feng, his forehead hitting the ground with a loud "thud".

"Please, senior, take action and cripple my cultivation!"
Lei...is willing!
I want... I want to start all over again, step by step, honestly and squarely, to climb back to where I am now!

Upon hearing this, the quiet room fell into a deathly silence.

Lingyao stared at her husband in disbelief.

To abolish his cultivation? Has he gone mad? That's the Black Hole level realm that countless cultivators dream of!

Even Qin Feng's eyes flashed with surprise and approval.

He had anticipated that Lei might suddenly realize his mistake and learn from his mistakes, but he never expected that Lei would have such great courage and decisiveness.

It is the ruthless act of "cutting off one's own arm."

A person who can be so ruthless to themselves, as long as their Daoist heart remains undying, will have limitless potential for future achievements.

Qin Feng's gaze turned serious. He pressed on in a deep voice, as if making a final confirmation, or perhaps giving the other party one last chance to back out:

"Is this true?"

"You must understand that your current cultivation level is that of a true black hole-level expert, only one step away from the ultimate black hole. What a height that is!"

Looking across the entire human realm, among the billions of cultivators, how many would spend their entire lives, cultivating diligently for millions of years, yet still not be able to touch this threshold?

"Once you are deprived of it, you will instantly fall from the clouds to the mortal world."

Trying to fix it again would be incredibly difficult, far beyond what one could hope for. The path you've walked will become even more treacherous and fraught with inner demons because of this 'blessing' memory.

Are you really sure about this?

Every word Qin Feng spoke resonated like a great bell deep within Lei's soul.

Large beads of cold sweat instantly appeared on Lei's forehead.

His body was trembling slightly, and his lips had lost their color from the exertion.

Are you willing to give it up?
How could I possibly bear to part with it!

That's black hole-level power!
That was a realm he never dared to dream of! It was an unparalleled power that would allow him to look down upon all living beings and control the fate of a nation!

The thought of losing all of this brought a sharp, heart-wrenching pain and immense reluctance to his heart, instantly engulfing his entire being.

He was torn between his inner thoughts and his own conscience.

Reason told him that this was the only right choice; but emotions and desires were screaming wildly, making him take back what he had just said.

Pain! Incomparable pain!

However, it was precisely this intense pain that made him realize more clearly that this force had corroded him to the bone!
He bit his tongue hard, and the sharp pain instantly brought him to his senses.

He raised his head, his voice trembling with a hint of tears and almost pleading, and roared at Qin Feng:
"My benefactor! Please act quickly! I beg you!"

"Please ask again, I'm afraid... I'm afraid I'll really regret it, that I won't be able to let go!"

He used almost his last ounce of strength to shout those words.

This was not merely a plea to Qin Feng, but a final declaration of war against the beast within himself called "desire."

Upon hearing this, the serious expression on Qin Feng's face instantly melted away like ice and snow. In its place was a heartfelt and incredibly joyful smile.

"it is good!"

Qin Feng uttered the word "good" with a voice that resonated throughout the world, filled with boundless praise and appreciation.

That's exactly what he was waiting for Lei to say!
A true warrior is one who can confront the deepest cowardice and greed within himself and dare to wield the sword against them!

Qin Feng laughed loudly, no longer hesitating. He extended a finger, and at the tip of his finger, there was no earth-shattering spiritual energy fluctuation, nor any world-destroying divine power of the laws; there was only a gentle, jade-like light slowly flowing around.

Within that faint light, it seemed to contain the most profound truths of the universe.

He wielded the supreme mystery of the "Perfect Hand" with ease, and the power of the law representing "perfection" and "control" condensed at his fingertips.

The next moment, he flicked his finger, and the light gently touched Lei's brow.

"Om-!"

Lei's body trembled violently as an indescribable pain spread from the core of his Dao foundation throughout his limbs, bones, and even every corner of his soul.

(End of this chapter)