High Martial Arts: Liver Becomes the Master of the Universe

Chapter 337 The Primordial Flame, the Will of the Universe Descends! Qin Feng is Enraged, and the Fake Death Plan is Initiated!

After bidding farewell to Marquis Liewu, Qin Feng did not linger in Tianyan Universe City.

He obtained enough crucial information from this old friend and confirmed how arduous his journey ahead would be.

The Seven Heavens Abyss and the Eternal Mountain, these two newly emerged cosmic-level opportunities, are like two giant magnets, turning the 239781st war zone into a storm eye that gathers countless powerful individuals.

The bestowal of titles was as plentiful as rain, the conferment of titles as kings as numerous as forests, and even the usually elusive Emperor-level beings left their mark on this star field with more than one gaze.

Qin Feng knew very well that what Marquis Liewu said about "not being able to move an inch" was by no means an exaggeration.

His bounty of several imperial treasures was a temptation that would tempt any powerful individual to risk their life.

And the fact that he had just revealed his presence to rescue Marquis Liewu had probably already spread throughout the entire war zone's intelligence network through the Crystal Clan.

At this moment, countless eyes are greedily searching for his whereabouts.

"King Tianyan is a close friend of my master, King Tuntian... Tianyan Universe City, well, I'd better not bring trouble upon them."

Qin Feng understood that placing his hopes on the protection of others had never been his guiding principle.

The true path to survival is always one that you carve out with your own two hands.

"Acting in a high-profile manner, 'falling' under the spotlight, and then being reborn through the [Twin Masks], shedding one's skin like a cicada shedding its shell, is the best strategy."

Qin Feng's eyes were cold and resolute.

He has already come up with the script.

He wanted to make himself the most conspicuous target, attracting all the hunters who would come upon hearing the news.

He will display unparalleled strength and escape speed, completely disrupting the stage of this grand chase, and finally, at the most opportune moment, choose the most tragic and convincing way to "die" at the hands of a top enemy, such as... the Golden Emperor.

Once he is "dead," the bounty saga surrounding "Qin Feng, the Fiend God," will naturally subside.

The reborn him can then quietly travel to "Furnace Village" and, without anyone knowing, take away the "Primordial Fire" that is so vital to him.

The plan is perfect; the only variable is the risk during its execution.

But for Qin Feng, who had walked the line between life and death countless times, this was nothing new.

He left the bustling Tianyan Universe City without boarding any starship, relying solely on his own strength to travel through the vast universe.

The [Ultimate Power Armor] has a dark golden sheen that blends seamlessly with the deep cosmic background, providing perfect concealment.

His speed had long surpassed the conventional speed of light, and each deep roar of the engine was accompanied by a long-distance interstellar jump.

However, in order to conserve psionic energy to the greatest extent and avoid possible wide-area detection arrays, he preferred a more dangerous method of travel—warp jump.

Activating the [Black Sky Wings], tearing through space, leaping into that bizarre and chaotic subspace filled with endless danger, enduring storms powerful enough to tear the soul apart, making short-distance traversals within it, and then jumping out from the predetermined coordinates.

Once, twice, three times...

Qin Feng was like a seasoned deep-sea submersible pilot, precisely controlling the rhythm of each dive and ascent, constantly getting closer to the coordinates of "Luxiang".

His plan is progressing steadily.

He could feel the vast net behind him, made up of countless hunters, slowly closing in, but that didn't matter; everything was under his control.

Before he arrived in "Furnace Village", he was confident that no one would be able to track his exact whereabouts.

The advantage still lies with him.

Just as Qin Feng leaped out of the nauseating chaos of subspace once again, preparing for his next traversal, in the brief moment when the cosmic backdrop before him transformed from vibrant patches of color back into scattered stars—

Sudden changes occur.

The whole world seemed to have been put on pause by an invisible hand.

Time has stopped.

It is not a slowing down of the flow of time caused by some kind of supernatural power or law, but a true, absolute, and complete stillness.

In the distance, a star undergoing a supernova explosion was spewing out billions of beams of light, which suddenly froze in space, like a magnificent yet eerie three-dimensional oil painting.

The cosmic dust floating around me, each grain maintaining the trajectory of its previous moment, remains motionless, like specimens sealed in eternal amber.

Qin Feng himself was also completely imprisoned by this force.

He remained in the same position he had just taken after leaping out of the warp, his body completely immobile, unable to bend even a single finger. The flow of psionic energy within him had ceased, his heart had stopped beating, and his blood had stopped surging.

Even his thoughts became incredibly slow, as if he were stuck in a quagmire. The simplest idea took as long as a century to take shape.

Immediately afterwards, an indescribable pressure descended.

This oppressive force is vast, ancient, cold, and impartial.

It carries no emotion, no joy, no anger, and certainly no pity or malice.

It is like the universe itself, like the rules governing the operation of all things, like the embodiment of the concept of "existence".

It enveloped this frozen space and time, and it also enveloped Qin Feng's soul.

Faced with this will, Qin Feng felt as insignificant as a speck of dust.

His proud "pure black quality" spiritual power was like a firefly compared to the bright moon in the face of this will, not even worthy of being compared.

All his secrets, from the Primal Singularity to the Twin Masks, from the Perfect Hand to the Nine Tribulations Battle Codex, were laid bare under the gaze of this will, laid bare and plain to be seen.

He knows what it is.

The will of the universe.

An extremely ominous premonition, like an icy tide, instantly overwhelmed his sluggish thought process.

"Oh shit……"

Qin Feng wanted to curse loudly, to use the most filthy language to curse this damned situation, but he couldn't even utter a single syllable.

His soul trembled, not from fear, but from a deep, experiential revulsion.

Every time the will of the universe comes knocking on our door, it's never with good intentions!
From the initial "Final Singularity" death mission to the later "Path to the End" cosmic-level manhunt, this supreme being seemed to treat him as a most useful "pawn" or "catfish," forcibly lowering the difficulty to hell level every time he thought the situation was still acceptable, pushing him into an abyss of no return.

What are they planning to do this time?
Just as Qin Feng was frantically "greeting" the will of the universe in his mind, lines of golden divine runes composed of supreme laws appeared out of thin air in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Each word seems to be forged from the core of countless stars, containing the ultimate truth of the universe and radiating an unquestionable and irresistible supreme authority.

They are not "seen" visually, but are directly imprinted on the very essence of his soul.

The task details are displayed one by one:

Main Quest: The Primal Flame

Upon seeing this line of text, Qin Feng's almost stagnant thoughts stirred slightly.

As expected... it was for this reason.

His ominous premonition grew stronger.

[Mission Objective: Within the 'Furnace Village,' successfully obtain the cosmic artifact 'Primordial Flame—Void Black Flame,' and completely refine it, integrating it into your own body.]

"Void Black Flame..."

Qin Feng noted down this real name.

The mission objective was perfectly aligned with his plan, which made him feel a little uneasy.

Would the will of the universe be so kind as to simply come and "confirm" his target? Absolutely not.

[Quest Reward: A complete map of the Seven Heavens Abyss Temple.]

Seven Heavenly Abyss Temple!
That is the core area of ​​the seven forbidden lands of the gods, rumored to hold the ultimate secret of that complete divine art.

The value of such a map is immeasurable, enough to drive any powerful emperor mad.

However, what Qin Feng saw was not an opportunity, but a conspiracy so thick it was impossible to ignore.

Such an astonishing reward corresponds to a task that he himself was already planning to complete?
This doesn't make sense.

This doesn't seem like a reward; it's more like... bait! It's bait that's blatantly displayed, forcing countless people to scramble for it!

His heart had sunk to the bottom.

[Mission failed: No penalty.]

When Qin Feng saw the last line describing the mission itself, he almost burst out laughing.

No punishment?
In the mission system of the cosmic will, these three words represent the ultimate terror and malice!

It means that the process of the task itself is the most brutal selection and tempering. The losers do not need any additional punishment, because their ending is death, the complete annihilation of their souls and bodies, and a complete extinction without even the chance of reincarnation!

Sure enough, just when Qin Feng thought the mission was nothing more than this, the last and most fatal lines of golden text, like the final judgment of a god, slowly appeared in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Every word was like a heavy hammer, formed from the weight of the entire universe, striking his heart relentlessly and mercilessly.

[Hint: Hostile missions are being generated...]

The number of hostile mission accepters is increasing... Current number: 3200...

[Note: This quest is open to all beings who meet the basic requirements; there is a chance they may accept it.]

The final number of participants is expected to reach around 64000...

"..."

The overwhelming pressure that had enveloped everything receded like a tide.

The frozen time and space resumed their flow at the same moment.

The distant supernova explosion continues its magnificent destruction, while the surrounding cosmic dust continues its eternal drift.

It was as if nothing had happened.

Only Qin Feng remained suspended in the cold, deathly void, frozen in that stiff posture for a full ten seconds.

He slowly, very slowly, exhaled a breath of stale air.

That breath instantly condensed into ice crystals in the absolute zero space of space, and then shattered and dissipated.

His face was filled with helplessness and bitterness that words could not describe.

"..."

What was Qin Feng's biggest advantage originally?
It's information asymmetry!

He is the only one in the whole world, the whole universe, who knows the coordinates of "Furnace Village", the only one who knows the existence of "Primordial Fire", and the only one who possesses the "contract" left by the Ancient King!
But now?

The Cosmic Will, the biggest "spoiler" in the entire universe, the "mastermind" that never abides by any information confidentiality agreements, directly revealed his trump card in front of the entire universe, and even added detailed annotations and amazing rewards next to the trump card as if it were a case of "the world is not chaotic enough"!

After a brief period of stagnation, his mind began to operate at an unprecedented speed.

"Sixty-four thousand 'hostile mission takers'..."

He chewed on the number, each syllable carrying the stench of blood.

What kind of creatures are these 64,000?
It's definitely not some random cat or dog!
How stringent is the mission selection mechanism of the cosmic will?
Those qualified to take on this mission must be the experts it recognizes, those who have reached the pinnacle in a certain field, the most outstanding geniuses, prodigies, and old monsters of every race and every civilization!

Any one of them, taken out individually, could be a terrifying figure who would leave their mark on an era, just like Yan Sheng, Shi Fo, Jin Chi, Hei Yu, and Kuang Ye back then.

There are now 64,000 such people!

"Hostile mission..."

Qin Feng's eyes turned incredibly deep. "This means that their mission objective is very likely to be 'to seize the Primordial Flame,' or even... 'to kill Qin Feng and seize the Primordial Flame'!"

According to the current bounty order, the will of the universe may very well have directly designated him as the... final boss in this grand "game"!

"They will be like sharks that have smelled blood, rushing madly from every corner of the universe to the 239781st war zone and to 'Furnace Village'."

Qin Feng could clearly foresee what was about to happen.

The entire war zone will be in an uproar, with the powerful figures who gathered earlier due to the Seven Heavens Abyss and the Eternal Mountain now joining the ranks of the 64,000 newly arrived "chosen ones"...

This star field will, in the shortest possible time, become a bloody, cruel, and utterly lawless...meat grinder!

And he himself was the biggest, fattest, and most tempting piece of fresh meat thrown into the center of the meat grinder!
Qin Feng's gaze seemed to pierce through endless void, landing on the elusive "mission reward." "The complete map of the Seven Heavens Abyss Temple?"

"I can go to you!"

Qin Feng cursed inwardly.

"I'd rather not have this damn reward! The price of this 'reward' is turning my secret infiltration operation into a hellish, live-streamed treasure hunt!"

The will of the universe used the "Primordial Fire" as the core bait and the "Seven Heavens Abyss Map" as the ultimate prize, using Qin Feng as the fuse to ignite everything, forcibly launching an unprecedented "Genius Raising Gu" competition!
Behind this lies a cold and ruthless "malice" from a supreme being.

It didn't care about Qin Feng's plan, nor did it care about Qin Feng's life or death.

It simply uses this most ruthless method to filter out the most powerful "one".

How similar this is to the cruel laws of the "Golden Age" and the "One and Only Divine Path"?
This may be a rehearsal before the start of a "golden age"!
Qin Feng stood alone, silently suspended in this cold universe.

The surroundings were so empty and deathly silent, yet he seemed to hear the deafening shouts of battle coming from all directions, and feel the 64,000 tangible, greedy, and burning gazes.

His treasure hunt has undergone a fundamental change in nature, transforming from a meticulously planned infiltration and robbery into a high-stakes, open competition with a slim chance of survival.

His situation escalated from "being hunted down by a few enemies with bounties" to "being besieged and robbed of treasure by more than 60,000 top geniuses in the universe".

……

In the void, Qin Feng's figure paused for a moment. For the first time, a profound helplessness appeared in those eyes that were enough to terrify even a Marquis-level expert.

He would rather give up everything he has to ask the will of the universe to take back this damned mission and let him quietly take what belongs to him.

But this is impossible.

The will of the universe has no emotions and does not engage in transactions. It is only responsible for setting the rules and then indifferently observing the struggles and evolution of all things under those rules.

In the deathly silence of the void, Qin Feng slowly closed his eyes, letting the cold numbers rise continuously in his soul.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

When he opened his eyes again, all the helplessness, anger, and frustration had been crushed and settled into a deep madness and determination in the depths of his eyes.

It was a boundless fighting spirit born from being driven to the brink of despair, a will to fight to the death.

He was a man accustomed to dancing on the edge of a knife, a madman who struggled to survive countless life-or-death situations and ultimately trampled those situations underfoot.

The more seemingly impossible the situation, the more it ignites his most primal and fierce fighting spirit.

"call……"

He exhaled a long breath, as if clearing away the last trace of distracting thoughts from his mind.

His mind raced at an unprecedented pace, forcing himself to search for a glimmer of hope in this rapidly changing crisis.

A storm is brewing within him.

"The plan has been completely disrupted... but that doesn't mean it's all over."

"The overall direction must not be changed. 'Fake death to escape' remains my ultimate and only goal. My newly created mechanical clone, which is lying dormant in Qin Feng's Cosmic City, is my future, my trump card for developing steadily in the 'Golden Age'. This trump card must not be exposed."

Qin Feng's eyes sharpened like knives, as if they had pierced through layers of void and seen the bloody battlefield of the future.

"The 'Primordial Flame' is the foundation for perfecting my 'Path to the Limits,' the ladder to the 'Path of Godhood.' No matter what, it must belong to me! This is the core of the plan, and it cannot be shaken!"

"So, my first step is still to rush into Furnace Village as fast as possible and take it before everyone else arrives! This is my only and last advantage right now—geographical location!"

His gaze swept across the star map, confirming the distance between himself and the coordinates of Luxiang.

Yes, he was the closest person.

Even the fastest enemy to receive a mission still needs time to process the information, understand the mission, adjust course, and then travel at full speed.

This time difference is his only window of opportunity.

"The second step, after I obtain the 'Primordial Flame', will be trapped in the Furnace Village by those 64,000 powerful figures, with no way to escape to heaven or hell."

A cold smile curled at the corners of Qin Feng's lips.

"If I can win, I'll kill them all! Then I'll send the Golden Emperor to his death!"

"If I can't win, then this is the best and most perfect stage for me to carry out my 'fake death' plan!"

"I want to put on a magnificent finale in front of everyone."

I want them to see with their own eyes how the 'fierce god' Qin Feng fought to the bitter end under heavy siege, and was ultimately blasted into dust.

I want them to believe that the hard-won 'Primordial Flame,' along with my 'death,' was swept into the spatial turbulence during that earth-shattering explosion, vanishing completely and returning to nothingness.

"Only a spectacular 'death' with countless 'witnesses' can convince the entire universe that I am dead."

Only the Holy Light Clan, the Mechanical Clan, the Crystal Clan... all the races that have issued bounties against me will have their bounties withdrawn.

Only a potential threat like the Golden Emperor would remove me from his kill list.

Only in this way can my mechanical clone, acting as the 'vanguard,' truly infiltrate the darkness, completely rid itself of all the causes and troubles brought about by the identity of 'Qin Feng,' and develop steadily until it possesses the power to overturn the chessboard.

The plan became crystal clear in his mind, every step and every detail filled with bloodshed and madness.

This is no longer a cicada shedding its shell; it is a phoenix rising from the ashes, exchanging a shocking "death" for a true "rebirth."

However, even with such a meticulous plan, there was still one variable that he could not control, and that was the biggest variable.

His gaze turned serious as he looked into the deep universe.

"The only worry is... among these 64,000 enemies, could there be... monster-level prodigies from other races who have already embarked on the 'path to godhood'?"

This thought made his heart clench.

He knew the power of the "Divine Path" better than anyone else.

However, if it is a prodigy who also embarks on the path of "proving the way through force," then it will be a completely different concept.

"If we really encounter such an opponent... then the so-called 'fake death' plan may very well turn into 'real death'."

That will no longer be a performance, but a real, life-or-death final battle.

Thinking of this, Qin Feng took a deep breath, suppressing his last worry.

Now that things have come to this, no amount of worry will help.

All he can do is maximize the parts he can control!

"time!"

"Right now, the only thing I can control is time!"

"I must arrive first and seize the treasure while those 60,000-plus hungry wolves are still on their way!"

At this moment, Qin Feng unleashed all the power within him without reservation.

"Om-!"

A pure, absolute darkness erupted from his body, spreading outwards in all directions. It wasn't a lack of light, but a higher-dimensional "emptiness," as if it wanted to devour all matter and laws around it.

The spiritual power of "pure black quality" was no longer a trickle, but a black river bursting its banks, pouring into his two core treasures frantically and without regard for consumption.

"boom!"

It was silent, yet it spoke volumes.

Qin Feng transformed into a black meteor that tore through the darkness, a scar on the universe.

His speed instantly surpassed the 15,000 times the speed of light he had demonstrated when fighting the Crystal Clan, and it continued to rise rapidly!
Sixteen thousand times!
Eighteen thousand times!
Twenty thousand times!
This is a true, all-out sprint to the limit, regardless of cost or consequences!

The sight of him flying was beyond what could be described by ordinary standards.

From a distance, it appears as a thin, pure black trail, as if an invisible giant brush dipped in the thickest ink had made a bold stroke on the canvas of the starry sky.

Along this trajectory, everything loses its original form.

An abandoned mineral planet, thousands of kilometers in diameter, floats silently above the orbit.

When Qin Feng's figure approached, it didn't even have time to undergo any structural collapse.

That terrifying kinetic energy, accompanied by distorted spatial laws, was like an invisible needle, instantly piercing into one end of the planet and exiting from the other.

A second later, the planet seemed to suddenly "react" and, starting from the point where it was pierced, silently and from the inside out, transformed into the hottest plasma state, and then exploded into a magnificent nebula.

A chaotic meteorite belt has been drifting in the universe for billions of years.

Qin Feng's figure, like a red-hot branding iron, boldly barged into this cold area.

There was no collision, no explosion. Those meteorites, as hard as alloys, were directly decomposed and vaporized by the violent spiritual energy field and spatial ripples within a hundred miles in front of him, clearing an absolutely clean passage for him.

This is a grand time race against more than 60,000 top powerhouses in the entire universe.

He didn't know how much time he could buy.

It could be a day, it could be a few hours, or it could even be only a few tens of minutes.

But the line between victory and defeat may be drawn in just this brief moment.

Like a lone messenger, carrying the only intelligence that would determine the course of the war, he charged towards the isolated city called "Luxiang" before the enemy's encirclement closed in, making the most heroic and resolute charge of his life.

……

Meanwhile, in every corner of War Zone 239781, and even in more distant star systems...

A crystal-formed marquis, entirely composed of dazzling crystal, sat upon his throne, listening to reports from his subordinates.

Suddenly, his massive body trembled slightly, and a flicker of emotion from the depths of his soul flashed in his crystal-like eyes.

The mission of the cosmic will was clearly presented in his mind.

"Furnace Village... the Primordial Fire... Qin Feng?"

He muttered these words under his breath, his eyes gleaming with great interest. "Pass down the order: mobilize the Third, Seventh, and Ninth Crystal Cluster Fleets to blockade the star system at the coordinates. Also, notify all clansmen who received the 'guidance': target, Qin Feng!"

In a virtual world composed of countless data streams, the core consciousness of a Marquis-level lord of the Machine Race instantly received a mission.

The massive computing power began to operate at full speed.

[Target: Qin Feng.]

[Mission: Seize the 'Primordial Flame'.]

Threat Level: Extremely High.

[Bounty Value: 2 Imperial Treasures (Additional reward for our clan).]

[Optimal strategy: Construct an encirclement network and utilize spatial blockade technology to launch a saturation attack.]

The order has been issued to all combat units.

Inside a magnificent temple filled with holy light, a monk of the Holy Light Clan, who had reached the pinnacle of his cultivation and been granted the title of Marquis, sensed the will of "God" during his prayers.

"How dare he lay a finger on the sacred 'Primordial Fire'!"

He abruptly stood up, his eyes burning with fanatical fervor. "All Holy Light warriors, follow me to the front lines and slay this fiend!"

Similar scenes are playing out simultaneously in thousands of places.

An unprecedented storm surrounding the "Land of Furnaces" and the "Primordial Fire" is brewing and taking shape at an unimaginable speed.

Countless powerful individuals and countless fleets are converging on the same coordinate point from all directions.

At the very heart of this impending cataclysmic bloodbath that is about to engulf the entire war zone, deep in the distant starry sky, lies an ancient, desolate, and lifeless star region—Luminous Village—that floats silently, seemingly unchanging since time immemorial.

It awaits its rightful successor, and also awaits the 64,000 greedy, bloodthirsty gazes that will follow.

(End of this chapter)