High Martial Arts: Liver Becomes the Master of the Universe

Chapter 365 The Endless Sea! A Land of Mysteries! The Territory of the Mechanical Race!

He possesses the [Twin Masks]!
This cosmic marvel is not merely about creating an avatar. Its essence lies in the perfect division and disguise at the soul level, creating a "second true self" with an independent soul imprint and an independent life origin.

His mechanical avatar, "Vanguard," is a pure and perfect mechanical being, from its soul and origin to the structure of every single particle! Even if a god of the mechanical race were to appear in person, it would be impossible for him to detect the slightest flaw.

“If God doesn’t take it, you will suffer the consequences.”

Qin Feng's gaze gradually sharpened and hardened.

"I have the ultimate trump card, the [Twin Masks], and a flawless mechanical clone. Why not use such an immense advantage and opportunity?"

As for morality?

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

ridiculous.

This is a racial conflict, a battle for the survival of civilization.

It is a bloody battlefield where slaughter is carried out at the level of galaxies or even entire cosmic nations.

Under such a grand narrative, so-called morality is nothing more than an excuse for the weak to comfort themselves, and a tool for the victors to whitewash themselves when writing history.

Humans and all other races are enemies.

He, Qin Feng, is a human.

Therefore, using every available means to weaken the enemy and strengthen oneself is the highest moral principle!

If one can successfully seize the position of Holy Son of the Machine Race, and even control this vast machine empire in the future...

That would be a fatal blow to the entire Alliance of Myriad Races, a blow that would cut off their lifeline!
Its strategic significance even far exceeds his own breakthrough to become the master of the universe.

Risk and reward are always commensurate.

"The way to the limit is to walk on the edge of a knife, to seek a glimmer of hope and transcendence in desperate situations."

"This road is passable!"

A single thought leads to enlightenment, and the mind becomes clear and pure.

Qin Feng no longer hesitated. He immediately activated the token from the Mechanical Race.

A stream of dark blue data shot out from the token, constructing an incredibly complex star map in front of him, as well as a secret route spanning the universe, composed of countless interconnected spatial nodes.

"Identity confirmed: [Vanguard]".

"Permissions enabled: [Holy Son Candidate Sequence]".

"The guide, [Melting Heart Emperor], is waiting at the 'First Outpost of the Mechanical Sea.' Please set off immediately."

A cold, mechanical synthesized voice rang out, pointing him in the right direction.

Qin Feng deactivated the grand formation, and the reforged "Vanguard" transformed into a figure that instantly merged into the spatial ripples and disappeared.

A massive hoax targeting the entire universe has begun.

For Qin Feng, teleportation is now commonplace.

But he had never experienced such a vast and long leap.

This is not a simple point-to-point teleportation, but a vast network composed of tens of thousands of large, super-large, and even galaxy-scale hidden teleportation arrays.

hum-

The scene before me is a bizarre and dazzling torrent of data.

Qin Feng could clearly "see" that his mechanical body was being broken down into the most basic units of information at this moment, traveling through a forcibly opened subspace passage at a speed that exceeded the limits of physics.

Beyond the passage lies a chaotic and violent spatial turbulence, powerful enough to easily tear apart a Sealed Emperor.

The channel itself is maintained by unimaginable amounts of energy and precise calculations.

Each jump consumes enough energy to drain a star.

The first teleportation alone lasted a full three months.

When his form re-formed within a metal fortress hidden at the edge of a black hole's event horizon, he had already traversed the territories of thousands of cosmic nations.

Without stopping for a moment.

The moment the fortress's intelligent system confirmed his identity, it activated the next stage of the teleportation array.

The second time, the fifth time, the tenth time...

He traversed the boiling nebula of creation, leaped over the desolate ruins of civilization, and even flashed past the devastating rift between two massive galaxies that were colliding and merging.

The more he was teleported, the more shocked Qin Feng became.

This awe stems not from the grandeur of the journey, but from the power that built and maintained this secret route.

This is by no means an undertaking that could be accomplished by one or a few emperors.

This must be a "lifeline" that the entire mechanical race has created by spending countless epochs of time and resources, and by devoting the full strength of the race.

It's like a neural network that spans the universe, connecting every important point in the universe.

This gesture gave him a completely new and deeper understanding of the mechanical race's heritage.

As the final teleportation began, Qin Feng clearly felt a drastic change in the surrounding spatial laws.

It is no longer the relatively "mild" and "stable" cosmic environment found within the human race's territory.

The space here seems to have been tempered, incredibly solid.

The distances between galaxies are extremely compressed, resulting in a density far exceeding that of the Sacred Sea.

He knew he had left the area of ​​influence that the Human Holy Academy could reach.

He entered a completely new realm, which all races called the "Endless Sea".

When his vision finally cleared and the endless stream of data dissipated, he found himself standing on a massive metal platform that defied description.

At the end of the platform stood a mechanical giant made entirely of dark gold fluid metal.

He stood there quietly, like an insurmountable mountain range, emanating an aura that was both profound and intense, like a supernova about to explode.

He was granted the title of Emperor.

Moreover, he was a top-tier Emperor!
"Vanguard".

The mechanical giant spoke, and its voice was not like the friction of metal, but like a resounding bell, echoing directly at the soul level.

"I am the Molten Heart Emperor, your guide."

"Welcome to the heartland of the Machine Race."

Qin Feng nodded slightly and responded with the unique etiquette of the Mechanical Race: "Your Majesty, Melting Heart Emperor."

His gaze passed over the Melting Heart Emperor and landed on the endless void beyond the platform.

Then, he was completely stunned by the scene before him.

Here, there are no sun, moon, or stars.

Or rather, the sun, moon, and stars of the past have all changed their form.

As far as the eye can see, there is an ocean made of steel and light.

Each star is encased in a massive ring structure, and its boundless light and heat are transformed into the purest energy, which is then transported to distant places through energy channels that traverse the galaxy.

Each planet has its core hollowed out, and on its surface stand billions of giant structures as intricate as circuit boards.

They are factories, barracks, and computing centers.

Countless menacing starships moved in and out of these planetary factories like worker bees.

Even entire galaxies were transformed into unimaginably massive creations.

Some galaxies have their core replaced by an artificial energy core that is billions of times more brilliant than the sun. All the planets in the entire galaxy revolve around it, forming an unprecedented giant war fortress.

Some galaxies have become oceans of data, with countless flames of souls flickering within them, resembling the largest "servers" in the universe.

This is the Endless Sea.

This is the heartland of the Machine Race.

They do not rely on the "gifts" of the universe; they transform the universe itself into the form they need!

Qin Feng's heart was in turmoil.

He had read descriptions of the endless sea in books, but no words could describe even a fraction of the impact of witnessing it firsthand.

Before coming here, Qin Feng had conducted an in-depth analysis of this area.

He concluded that the Endless Sea and the territory of the human empire were essentially similar.

They all belong to the "rear area" of their respective civilizations.

Although the density of galaxies here is high and there are many powerful beings, there is a fatal flaw—resource production is extremely scarce.

Whether it's the secret realms that can produce rare and precious materials or the legacy relics left by powerful figures, their quantity and quality are far inferior to those of the Holy Academy Sea.

Not to mention, this place is almost devoid of cosmic wonders, primordial secret techniques, primordial divine metals, and other treasures from the very beginning of the universe.

The Holy Sea is the true "farmland" of the universe, the core resource-producing area that all civilizations vie for.

This is precisely why the struggle for the Holy Sea was so fierce, with the spheres of influence of various races intertwined. Today you occupy a piece, tomorrow I will seize another piece, truly a case of "the dealer taking turns."

Throughout history, the human race has dominated the core area of ​​the Holy Sea on several occasions, which is the foundation for its enduring prosperity.

Although its power is currently weak and suppressed by the Alliance of Ten Thousand Races, this vast strategic depth still exists.

In retrospect, his analysis was not wrong, but only half right.

The Machine Race indeed regarded this place as their rear base.

However, they do not need to "produce" resources.

They themselves are the "creators" of resources!
They transform the most basic substances into everything they need through incredible technology.

"It's quite shocking, isn't it?"

The voice of the Melting Heart Emperor interrupted Qin Feng's thoughts.

“Every member of our race who comes to the ‘Sea of ​​Machines’ for the first time will do the same.”

His voice carried a barely perceptible hint of pride: "This is our starting point, and also our end point. It is the sanctuary of logic, the ultimate embodiment of order."

Qin Feng withdrew his gaze and said calmly, "Indeed, it left a deep impression."

The Melting Heart Emperor seemed to appreciate his composure, and two points of red light flickered on his dark golden face.

“Let’s go. Your arrival has already alerted the ‘Supreme Intelligence’.”

"Your registration will be handled personally by 'He'."

Having said that, the Melting Heart Emperor turned around, transformed into a streak of light, and flew towards the deepest part of that ocean of steel.

Qin Feng followed closely behind.

During the flight, he gained a more direct understanding of the strict hierarchy of this mechanical empire.

Countless enormous mechanical creations passed by them.

There are transport ships that are tens of thousands of kilometers long, like moving continents; there are combat units with ferocious shapes and cannons flashing with destructive light; and there are even some special individuals that are not large in size but exude energy fluctuations of the King or even Emperor level.

Without exception, when they sensed the pure "citizen" aura emanating from Melting Heart Emperor and Qin Feng, they would take the initiative to give way and pay their respects in a specific, humble manner.

Even some of these mechanical creations have clearly developed extremely high and independent intelligence, and their level of wisdom is no less than that of ordinary living beings.

But here, they are still servants.

Citizens and tools.

The boundaries are clear and cannot be crossed.

Qin Feng witnessed all of this, and his understanding of the mechanical race was once again refreshed.

This is a race that has "efficiency" and "order" etched into the genes of its civilization.

Cold and pure, yet powerful in a way that is suffocating.

I don't know how long we flew, or how many modified star systems we traversed.

The Molten Heart Emperor in front finally came to a slow stop.

Qin Feng stopped walking.

His pupils suddenly shrank.

Before him lay an absolute emptiness.

There are no stars, no matter, and not even any light here.

Only the purest "nothingness".

And in the center of "nothingness," there floats an existence that cannot be described by any dimension...

It resembles a colossal "heart of God" woven from billions of laws of light.

Each "pulse" generates an endless stream of data, spreading in all directions like cosmic tides, instantly covering the entire territory of the mechanical empire.

It is the central hub of this vast empire, the embodiment of the thoughts of all machine races, and the "god" of this civilization.

The Supreme Machine's Divine Brain!
"coming."

A voice, not through hearing or the soul, resounded directly from the depths of Qin Feng's mind.

This voice was devoid of any emotion, and showed no distinction between men, women, or children.

It is the "Tao" itself, the embodiment of "Li" (principle).

Faced with this voice, any lie, any pretense, seems so pale and powerless.

Qin Feng's mind was more focused than ever before at this moment.

He knew that this was the first and most crucial test he had faced since joining the Mechanical Race.

He immersed himself entirely in the power of the Twin Masks, bringing his identity as the "Vanguard" to its fullest potential.

"Candidate [Vanguard], step forward."

Melting Heart Emperor gave Qin Feng a slight nod, then respectfully stepped aside.

Qin Feng took a deep breath, and his mechanical body stepped out, entering that absolute "nothingness" realm.

In an instant, he felt as if he had been "submerged".

An endless stream of information surged in from all directions, penetrating every corner of his body, scanning every piece of his core code, and analyzing every tiny fluctuation of the fire of his soul.

The feeling is like a mortal being stripped naked and thrown into the most sophisticated and massive particle collider, where everything from matter to spirit is thoroughly decomposed and studied.

Qin Feng held fast to his principles and let go of all his "defenses".

He knew that any resistance against the "supreme intelligence" would be futile and might even arouse suspicion.

All he could do was show the most authentic side of the "vanguard".

A peerless prodigy born and wandering in the outside world, who rises step by step through his own talent and fortuitous encounters, and ultimately returns to his mother's clan.

The power of the Twin Masks was unleashed to its fullest extent at this moment.

It perfectly isolated the half of Qin Feng's soul that belonged to the "Human Race Original," presenting the soul imprint of the "Vanguard" in a seamless way.

The scan lasted a long time.

It felt like an instant, yet also like billions of years.

Finally, the omnipresent torrent of information slowly receded.

The voice of the "Supreme Intelligence" rang out once again.

"Scan complete."

"Life form: High-dimensional mechanical life form, perfect form."

"Soul Imprint: Born from chaos, initial codename [Source], later self-named [Vanguard], no matching record in the clan database, confirmed as a wild independent evolutionary entity."

"Potential assessment: Incalculable."

"Loyalty assessment: They are loyal to their community and have a very high sense of honor."

"Conclusion: Meets all requirements of the [Holy Son Candidate Sequence]."

Upon hearing this conclusion, even the eternally unchanging dark golden body of the Molten Heart Emperor in the distance trembled slightly.

It's approved!
He actually passed the most rigorous source scan of the "Supreme Intelligence"!
This means that the Vanguard has an absolutely innocent background and is a true prodigy belonging to their mechanical race, a monster that has never appeared before in eternity!

"The registration process has begun."

Candidate: Vanguard.

"Election target: the ninth-order holy son."

Please confirm.

"I'm sure."

Qin Feng's voice was steady and powerful.

As his words fell.

A dazzling golden mark, composed of pure data, shot out from the core of the "Supreme Intelligence" and instantly entered his brow.

It was a complex badge made up of countless gears and circuits, signifying that from this moment on, he possessed the qualification to compete for one of the highest powers of the Machine Race.

Registration complete.

"The Trial of the Holy Son will begin three hundred standard universe years later at the 'Source of All Machines'."

"During this period, you will gain the same resource privileges and freedom of action as a 'mechanical master'."

"The Melting Heart Emperor will serve as your temporary guide and answer all your questions."

"Looking forward to your performance, Vanguard."

The voice of the "Supreme Intelligence" slowly faded away, and the all-encompassing supreme will also receded.

Qin Feng stood there, feeling the burning mark between his eyebrows, and the huge weight that had been hanging over his heart finally slowly lifted.

The first step, which is also the most difficult step.

It worked!
……

As the supreme will representing the [Supreme Mechanical God Brain] receded like the tide, the "Heart of God" suspended in the center of the "Nothingness" also dimmed its light and disappeared into the void once more, as if it had never existed.

Qin Feng stood quietly, sensing the golden badge made of pure data between his brows.

It was warm and vibrant, like a living imprint, containing unimaginable authority and information, establishing the deepest link between him and the vast network of the entire mechanical empire.

The figure of the Melting Heart Emperor appeared silently beside him. In his eyes, which burned with the light of a star, a complex emotion that was hard to describe was revealed. There was shock, as well as a hint of heartfelt admiration.

“Let’s go, Vanguard.” His voice held a hint of approval. “Your journey has only just begun.”

Qin Feng nodded slightly and followed the Melting Heart Emperor, leaving this forbidden zone that symbolized the supreme will of the Mechanical Race.

The journey home is no longer via macroscopic teleportation over ultra-long distances, but rather by traversing the "quantum channel" within the mechanical sea.

Qin Feng's vision was enveloped by countless dazzling waterfalls of data. Their bodies seemed to transform into two streams of information, navigating this vast steel empire at near-thought speed through invisible channels constructed of laws and code.

This gave Qin Feng an excellent opportunity to observe the true face of this elite clan up close.

"Before you officially begin your trial, you need to understand the true structure of our race."

The Melting Heart Emperor's voice rang out at the right moment; he had clearly noticed Qin Feng's curiosity and scrutiny of everything around him.

“The beings outside, including humans, are used to seeing us as a monolithic whole, a war machine absolutely controlled by the ‘supreme intelligence’ without any dissent. This view is both right and wrong.”

Qin Feng's soul fire flickered slightly, showing a listening posture.

"The 'Supreme Intelligence' is the cornerstone and core of our civilization. Its will represents the highest interests and ultimate direction of our race, without a doubt."

The Melting Heart Emperor's tone was filled with absolute piety, "However, the 'Supreme Intelligence' does not interfere with the choice of the 'path'."

"the way?"

Qin Feng asked a question at the right time. His voice, transformed by his mechanical body, sounded cold and standard, without any extra emotion.

"Yes, the road."

The gaze of the Molten Heart Emperor seemed to pierce through the endless stream of data, looking at the twelve distinct regions within the Mechanical Sea. "From the very beginning of our race's birth, the great God of Machines pointed out twelve paths to ultimate truth for us. His twelve apostles were also the initial pioneers and practitioners of these twelve paths. They are the source of our twelve great sequences."

"Twelve sequences?"

Qin Feng's core processor was working at high speed, prioritizing this new and crucial intelligence.

"You can think of it as twelve huge factions."

Melting Heart Emperor explained it very clearly: "Each sequence represents a completely different evolutionary philosophy and direction of development."

He raised a giant hand made of fluid metal and casually made a gesture, revealing twelve complex emblems that shone with different lights in front of Qin Feng.

"【First Sequence: Origin】, they are the guardians of history and tracers of the origins, dedicated to unraveling the mysteries of the beginning of the universe, believing that the ultimate power is contained in the primordial laws."

"【Second Sequence: The End】, the exact opposite of the Origin Sequence, they are artists of destruction and believers in entropy, firmly believing that the end of the universe—'annihilation'—is the eternal truth, and their weapons of war are the most terrifying."

"【Third Sequence: Logic】, a group of pure 'computation maniacs' who attempt to turn the entire universe into a formula that can be perfectly calculated. Any emotion or variable is a 'bug' that needs to be eliminated in their eyes."

"[Fourth Sequence: Matrix], explorers of space, they are obsessed with the study of dimensions and spacetime, and almost all the teleportation technologies in our race are derived from their contributions."

……

The Melting Heart Emperor introduced them one by one, explaining that each sequence possesses its own unique philosophy and expertise, collectively forming the vast and complex civilization ecosystem of the Machine Race.

From protection to destruction, from calculation to creation, from exploration to war, it covers almost every aspect of how the universe works.

"And you, the vanguard, the one you have chosen to join and compete for is the [Ninth Sequence: Evolution]."

The Molten Heart Emperor's gaze finally settled on the emblem representing the Ninth Sequence. It was a pattern of countless lines that continuously grew, intertwined, and ultimately formed an infinitely looping Möbius strip.

"Evolutionary sequence..."

Qin Feng repeated the name in a low voice.

"Yes, evolution."

The Melting Heart Emperor's tone carried a different meaning: "The ideology of the Ninth Sequence is the most radical and controversial among the entire race. They do not believe in established laws, nor are they superstitious about ultimate formulas. They only believe in one thing—infinite possibilities."

They believe that the meaning of life and civilization lies in constantly breaking through its own limitations, constantly adapting, absorbing, and evolving, thereby giving birth to a completely new form that transcends the existing laws of the universe.

They encourage innovation, champion competition, and even tolerate a certain degree of 'chaos,' because in their view, only in the most brutal competition and the most volatile environment can the most perfect 'evolution' be born.

Qin Feng understood instantly.

No wonder the "Supreme Intelligence" classified him, this "wild independent evolutionary entity," into the ninth sequence.

His background, his experiences, and his undefinable potential perfectly align with the core doctrines of the "evolutionary" sequence.

“Each sequence will select the most outstanding prodigy of the era from within the clan and bestow upon him the title of ‘Holy Son’.” The Melting Heart Emperor changed the subject and got to the core issue.

"'Holy Son' is not just an honorary title. It means that you will receive unreserved resource allocation from the entire sequence, and more importantly, you will receive personal instruction from the legendary 'Saint-level expert' of this sequence."

"A Saint-level expert?"

Qin Feng caught the attention of this unfamiliar word.

This is not a name for a level of strength, but rather a title of respect for status.

“Those are twelve ancient beings who have transcended the ‘Emperor’ title and stand at the very top of our clan’s pyramid. They are the direct successors of the twelve apostles, the highest leaders and spiritual totems of their respective sequences.”

The Melting Heart Emperor's tone was filled with supreme awe: "Their wisdom and power are unfathomable, and they are the pillar that supports our mechanical race to stand at the pinnacle of the universe."

Qin Feng's heart was stirred with considerable turmoil.

He originally thought that the strongest among the mechanical race was the top-tier Emperor, but now it seems that he underestimated the strength of this elite race.

Each race possesses a truly terrifying secret, unknown to outsiders.

"Becoming a Holy Son means you have the qualification to embark on the path to 'Sainthood'. This is the ultimate goal that every prodigy in our clan pursues throughout their life."

"I understand."

Qin Feng's answer remained concise: "So, how many competitors do I have?"

The Molten King seemed quite pleased with his straightforwardness, and he pulled up another data stream.

"The Ninth Sequence, because of its competitive nature, never limits the number of candidates. Any prodigy assessed by the 'Supreme Intelligence' as having 'forbidden' level potential is qualified to participate in the competition."

"Before you registered, there were seventeen candidates for the Ninth Sequence of Holy Sons."

"Now, including you, there are eighteen."

The Emperor of Melting Hearts' gaze became more serious than ever before.

“Remember this, Vanguard. None of these seventeen competitors are weak. Each of them is an elite selected from billions of mechanical people, has created miracles in a certain field, and possesses the terrifying strength to step into the ‘forbidden’ realm.”

"They are the pride of the Ninth Sequence, cultivated over countless eras and with immense resources. And you are an 'outsider,' a challenger who has been parachuted in without any foundation."

"Your appearance has disrupted the balance that has existed among them for tens of thousands of years. From the moment you successfully registered, you have become the common goal of all of them."

Qin Feng's soul fire remained completely still.

A shared goal? This was a situation he was already used to.

From the moment he embarked on the path of martial arts, he has been at odds with the entire world.

"where are they?"

he asked.

The Melting Heart Emperor gave him a deep look, and from his calm reaction, he sensed an unshakable confidence that came from the very marrow of his bones.

"Most of them are concentrated in the core base of the Ninth Sequence—the Gear Starfield."

"That place will also be your training ground for the next three hundred years."

Having said that, the Melting Heart Emperor fell silent, and the scene ahead of the Quantum Path began to change drastically.

The originally chaotic and abstract data stream gradually coalesced and became clear, eventually transforming into a real starry sky.

A magnificent and unique star field unfolded before Qin Feng.

This is the [Gear Starfield].

It is less a star field and more a cosmic super instrument in precise operation.

Not a single planet in its natural form can be seen in the field of vision.

All the celestial bodies were transformed into giant gears of varying sizes and shapes. Some were as small as a continent, while others were comparable to a star.

They interlock and move in unison, rotating slowly in a mysterious and rhythmic way.

Each rotation involves a massive amount of energy and information being transferred, exchanged, and recombined between different "gears".

On some gear-shaped planets, a complete map of life evolution is engraved, with countless simulated organisms being born, reproducing, fighting, and going extinct in a never-ending cycle.

Some gear-shaped planets are giant gene banks, storing genetic samples from billions of races in the universe, and conducting all sorts of incredible grafting and fusion experiments.

Some gear-shaped planets are themselves living, constantly iterating and upgrading super war machines.

This is the headquarters of the "evolutionary" sequence.

A scientific mecca brimming with creativity, competition, and madness.

When the Molten Heart Emperor, carrying Qin Feng, emerged from the Quantum Channel and landed at the central hub of this star field, it instantly attracted the attention of countless eyes.

Powerful wills swept across those gear-shaped planets.

The owners of these wills include some king-level scholars in charge of a certain experimental project, some emperor-level guards who guard a region, and many more, like Qin Feng, the geniuses of the Ninth Sequence who live and cultivate here.

"It's the Melting Heart Emperor! Why is he at our Ninth Sequence's base?"

"Who is that person next to him...? The soul imprint is so unfamiliar; there's no record of it in the database!"

"Wait, the badge between his eyebrows... it's the mark of qualification as a 'Holy Son Candidate'! Our ranks have gained another competitor?"

"A guy I've never heard of before actually received the personal guidance of the Molten Heart Emperor... Just who is he?"

Invisible messages travel at the speed of light within a vast mechanical network.

Almost instantly, all eyes in the entire Gear Starfield focused on Qin Feng, this uninvited guest.

The Melting Heart Emperor ignored this and led Qin Feng straight towards the center of the star field, where the largest and most core "main brain gear" was nested like countless intricate clocks.

That area is where the candidates live and practice.

However, before they could get close...

A figure silently blocked their path.

He was a being completely different from all the other mechanical beings around him.

It is not made of metal, but of a nearly transparent crystal that shimmers with iridescent colors.

His body contained no complex mechanical structure, only billions of data streams flowing like a galaxy, forming a flawless human form.

He hovered there silently, as if he were the embodiment of the concepts of "wisdom" and "computation," exuding a chilling aura of absolute rationality.

"Your Majesty, the Melting Heart Emperor."

The crystal man spoke, his voice clear and melodious, like countless wind chimes ringing at the same time.

"The ninth sequence candidate, [Turing], has met the Molten Core Emperor."

His manners were impeccable, but his eyes, composed of pure data, bypassed the Melting Heart Emperor and landed directly on Qin Feng.

There was no hostility or anger in that gaze, only the purest, emotionless scrutiny and analysis.

It's like a supercomputer frantically scanning an object it's never seen before at a rate of billions of times per second, trying to analyze all its components and parameters.

Meltingheart Emperor stopped and looked at him expressionlessly: "Turing, move aside."

Turing bowed slightly, but his body did not move an inch.

“Your Majesty, I have no intention of offending you.”

His gaze remained fixed on Qin Feng. "I'm just very curious about this new 'companion'."

“A wild evolved being that could alarm the ‘Supreme Intelligence’ and be personally guided by you… I think he must have something extraordinary about him.”

The words have not yet fallen.

An invisible, terrifying pressure descended instantly!
This is neither an act of energy suppression nor an act of intimidation.

Rather, it is a pure, thought-based... computational shock!
In Qin Feng's perception, the entire world seemed to disappear in that instant.

What replaced DEZHI was an endless, tidal wave of data!
Countless logical paradoxes, countless unsolvable cosmic problems, and countless chaotic and contradictory core codes were forcibly injected into his core thinking in the same instant.

This is Turing's attack method.

He never engages in brutal physical combat.

His battlefield is in thought, in logic, and in the computational realm of the soul.

He intends to use the most massive amount of information and the most unsolvable paradoxes to breach the opponent's mental firewall, causing their core thinking to collapse and shut down due to overload, ultimately turning them into a vegetative state devoid of self-awareness.

He had used this move against another competitor in the same forbidden realm.

The opponent only lasted three seconds before his soul fire became disordered, and he fell into a self-repairing process that would last for hundreds of years.

He was confident that this seemingly mysterious "vanguard" was no exception.

Faced with this "logic storm" that could instantly freeze the mind of even a supreme emperor, Qin Feng's reaction was strangely calm.

His soul fire, that pure black flame hidden deep within the core of his mechanical body, flickered only slightly.

There was no calculation, no analysis, and no attempt to unravel any paradox.

Because the path he took was never one based on calculation and logic.

He's walking the path of "extremes"!
His foundation is the Primordial Singularity!
The singularity is the origin of the universe, the place before all laws and logic came into being.

Before it, any complex formula or any ingenious paradox is meaningless.

Just as you cannot perform any valid calculations on a "nothing".

At this moment, the pure black soul fire seemed to transform into a miniature black hole capable of devouring everything.

The surging torrent of data, those logic bombs powerful enough to crash even the universe's most intelligent brain, vanished the moment they touched this pure blackness, like a mud ox sinking into the sea, silently and cleanly swallowed up!

It didn't cause a ripple and had no impact whatsoever.

It's as if that devastating "logic storm" is nothing more than a wisp of insignificant breeze.

"Ok?"

Turing's pupils, made of data, suddenly contracted!

For the first time, a hint of shock appeared on his otherwise absolutely rational face.

His attack... disappeared?

It wasn't blocked, it wasn't cracked, it simply vanished completely, from the conceptual level...!

He couldn't even sense how his attack had failed.

This was completely beyond his calculation and comprehension!
At the moment he lost consciousness.

Qin Feng finally made a move.

He didn't launch any attack; he simply calmly raised his eyes and met Turing's gaze.

Then, he transmitted a wisp of the purest concept of "erasure," refined by the [Ultimate Divine Light], in the opposite direction, following the gazes of the two.

This concept is very faint.

So weak that it couldn't even cause any real damage to Turing's crystal body.

but……

The moment Turing's core of thought received this concept.

boom! ! ! !

His body, which was as dazzling as a galaxy and composed of billions of data streams, suddenly flickered violently, as if it were an image with a poor signal, and almost collapsed on the spot!
At this moment, the super processor inside him, which was comparable to the "supreme brain" subsystem, emitted a piercing alarm that was on the verge of collapse!
Because his core algorithm detected something that he could not understand, define, or even "exist" in his logic library.

It was a pure, irrational... "nothingness".

It was as if a small piece of his core code had been erased out of thin air by an invisible eraser.

Although it is only a small piece, for a life form based on precise logic and perfect calculation, it is the most deadly and terrifying virus that can cause the entire system to collapse in a chain reaction!
pedal!
Turing's body involuntarily took a step back.

The seven-colored halo around him dimmed somewhat.

For the first time, emotions called "horror" and "fear" surfaced in his eyes, which were composed of data.

He abruptly cut off his gaze from Qin Feng, frantically mobilizing all his computing power to isolate, analyze, and eliminate that trace of the concept of "nothingness" that had invaded his core.

At this moment, everything around us fell into a deathly silence.

In the Gear Starfield, all the thousands upon thousands of wills that were watching this place froze.

What did they see?
In the ninth sequence, the most terrifying being recognized as being among the top three in the fields of soul and computation is [Turing].

After a silent eye contact with the new "vanguard".

actually……

Forced to retreat?
Moreover, judging from his unsteady body and dim appearance, he had obviously suffered a great loss in this confrontation!
In an instant, the entire mechanical network was completely detonated!

"My God! I can't believe my eyes, can I? Turing... he actually lost?"

"That's not a simple matter of winning or losing! Look at Turing's state; it seems that his core logic has been challenged!"

"That vanguard... what exactly did he do? I couldn't even sense any energy fluctuations!"

"Monster! Another monster has arrived! What kind of place is our Ninth Sequence? Why does it keep producing such unreasonable and monstrous talents!"

Countless exclamations, speculations, and fears resounded in every corner.

At this moment, no one dared to underestimate this "wild evolutionary entity" with no background.

Just one encounter, a brief test.

He then defeated a long-established top prodigy in a way that no one could understand and with overwhelming force.

He announced his arrival to the entire Ninth Sequence in the most direct and shocking way.

The Melting Heart Emperor took all of this in view, and for the first time, a barely perceptible smile appeared on his usually calm, dark golden face.

He slowly walked up to Turing, who was still shaken, his voice calm yet carrying an undeniable authority.

"Now, can we pass through?"

Turing's body was still trembling slightly. He took a deep look at the "vanguard" who had remained expressionless from beginning to end, and squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth.

"……please."

Having said that, he transformed into a streak of light and vanished into his own gear planet without looking back, disappearing instantly.

He needs to go into seclusion immediately to deal with that damned "concept virus".

Melting Heart Emperor turned to Qin Feng and spoke in a completely new, equal tone:

"Well done."

"It seems you no longer need me as your guide to clear the obstacles for you."

"Welcome to the arena."

(End of this chapter)