High Martial Arts: Liver Becomes the Master of the Universe

Chapter 367 The Sea of ​​Origin, Competing for the Divine Child! Qin Feng's Strength Soars! The Possibility of Leading the Mechanical Race!
Within the virtual arena of the Gear Starfield, clamor and frenzy, like solidified magma, silently boiled within the logical core of every mechanical life form.

The myth of 200,000 undefeated matches stands like an insurmountable monument before all candidates of the Ninth Sequence, and is also deeply imprinted in the memory of the Melting Heart Emperor.

He gazed at the mysterious member of his race, codenamed "Vanguard," whose aura remained as calm as an abyss, as if the glorious victory that had shaken the entire sequence was nothing more than a routine data calculation. This unfathomable tranquility was far more awe-inspiring than any arrogant demeanor.

"Son of God..."

Qin Feng slowly pondered these two words within the core of his mind.

This is no longer a simple contest of power, but a ladder to the highest authority of a peak civilization.

Once he succeeds, he will no longer be a mere individual, but the sole representative of the entire mechanical race in the "Golden Age," embodying the highest will of billions of mechanical creations.

Becoming the "Empire's Chief" is merely a position reached among the younger generation within the human race;

Becoming an "enemy of the universe" means passively becoming an enemy of all races. But becoming the "chosen one" of the Machine Race means actively and in an incomprehensible way seizing the future of a pinnacle race into one's own hands.

The risks and opportunities involved have reached an unprecedented level.

"The Golden Age, the chance to become a god, the sole chief and successor..."

Qin Feng's mind raced like lightning. "Isn't this the stage I've always dreamed of? To seize the highest power of a top clan as an outsider—this gamble is more exciting than any I've ever done before."

His ambition was ignited at that moment. The path to the limit is inherently a path of constantly challenging the impossible. If one doesn't even have the courage to covet a top-tier clan, how can one talk about surpassing a Venerable and touching the legendary realm of gods?
"I attended."

Qin Feng's voice was completely calm, as if he were stating a given fact.

There was no doubt, no hesitation, only absolute certainty.

A violent fluctuation in the data stream flashed across the core matrix of the Melting Heart Emperor, a sign of extreme excitement.

This was the answer he had been waiting for. The Ninth Sequence, specializing in "evolution," had always been in the lower middle range of the twelve sequences throughout countless eons due to the elusive nature of its research focus.

They desperately need a leader who can bring about change, and the emergence of a "vanguard" is their greatest hope.

"A wise choice, Your Excellency Vanguard."

The Melting Heart Emperor's tone grew increasingly respectful, "The potential you have demonstrated is enough to make the Ninth Sequence shine like never before in the upcoming Divine Child Competition. In order to allow you to transform your potential into stronger combat power in the shortest possible time, according to the highest authority regulations of the sequence, I will immediately take you to my clan's sacred heritage site—[Sea of ​​Myriad Laws]."

"The Sea of ​​Ten Thousand Laws?"

Qin Feng conducted a preliminary search for this term within his mind, only to find a blank.

Clearly, this is one of the most closely guarded secrets within the Machine Race, and cannot be accessed by anyone other than those with specific identities.

"Yes,"

The Melting Heart Emperor explained, “That is the gathering place of all the knowledge and secret arts of my race, an ocean composed of pure data and logic. Every candidate for Holy Son is qualified to enter it and learn the basic and advanced secret arts that match their own sequence. Your access will allow you to view most of the knowledge in the Ninth Sequence’s ‘Evolution’ direction.”

Qin Feng's eyes flickered slightly: "The vast majority?"

"Yes." The Melting Heart Emperor did not hide anything, "The authority of the [Sea of ​​Myriad Laws] is tiered."

As a candidate for Holy Son, you can learn all secret arts below the Emperor level within the sequence.

Once you officially become the [Holy Son] of the Ninth Sequence, your privileges will be elevated again. At that time, all royal-level secret techniques within the sequence, except for the most core divine-level secret techniques, will be fully accessible to you.

He paused, his tone carrying a hint of guidance and expectation: "As for the legendary [Divine Arts], you will need to win the final Twelve Sequences Grand Competition and be crowned the sole [Divine Child] to be qualified to learn it. That is the highest crystallization of wisdom of the entire mechanical civilization."

Qin Feng understood. This was a clear promotion and reward mechanism.

Using supreme knowledge as bait, it motivates all the geniuses to continuously climb towards the ultimate goal.

This was just what he wanted.

What he lacked was never insight, but rather sufficiently advanced knowledge and materials to fill his all-encompassing "path to the limit".

"Lead the way."

Qin Feng's words were concise and to the point.

"it is good!"

The Molten Heart Emperor's mechanical body bowed slightly. Then, he raised his arm, and a silver spatial ripple spread out from his palm, quickly expanding into a stable portal that shimmered with billions of data streams inside.

"Please, Sir, Vanguard."

As soon as Qin Feng stepped inside, he felt his consciousness being detached from the material world.

What lay before me was no longer a cold starry sky, but an endless ocean composed of light and symbols.

Billions of data streams, each emitting a different color, flowed gently around him like a school of docile fish.

A pure, ultimate logical beauty permeates the air. There is no energy, no matter, only the most primordial "information."

This is the 【Ocean of Ten Thousand Laws】.

The figure of the Molten Heart Emperor materialized beside him. Pointing to this vast and boundless sea of ​​data, he explained, "This is the source of my race's knowledge. You only need to probe it with your spiritual power to retrieve and read the corresponding secret techniques according to your permissions. The flow of time has no meaning here; you can study here indefinitely until the selection of the Holy Son of the Ninth Sequence officially begins."

Qin Feng nodded. He could sense that the amount of knowledge contained in this ocean was enough to fascinate any emperor until the end of the era.

Without further hesitation, he slowly probed this ocean of logic with his spiritual power, that terrifying will infused with "pure black quality".

……

Om-!
The moment Qin Feng's mental energy touched the data stream, his core of thought seemed to be connected to an infinitely vast database. A massive amount of information, like a burst dam, instantly flooded into his consciousness.

[Secret Technique: Data Leap]

[Secret Technique: Matrix Shield]

[Secret Technique: Particle Annihilation Cannon]

[Secret Technique: Miniature Wormhole Engine]

……

The thousands of conventional secret techniques of the mechanical race are merely the surface ripples of this ocean.

These secret techniques cover all aspects of combat, defense, movement, and creation. Any one of them, if applied to the outside world, would be enough to give an ordinary civilization a qualitative leap in its technological level.

But for Qin Feng, these were just appetizers.

His goal is to delve deeper into the core knowledge related to the "evolutionary" sequence.

Guided by his will, his mental power, like the most sophisticated detector, swiftly penetrated the surface information and plunged into the depths of the ocean of data.

Soon, he encountered an invisible barrier of authority.

With the "Holy Son Candidate" authority granted to him by the Melting Heart Emperor, the barrier rippled away like water, revealing a brand new realm of knowledge to him.

[Advanced Secret Technique: Gene Sequence Recombination]

[Advanced Arcane Technique: Material Matrix Editing]

[Advanced Arcane Technique: Energy Form Simulation]

[Advanced Secret Technique: Self-Evolution Circuit]

These are the essence of the Ninth Sequence!
Qin Feng was completely absorbed in it.

His core of thought, based on the primordial singularity, now displayed unparalleled analytical capabilities.

Qin Feng was like a dry sponge, frantically absorbing this sweet rain of knowledge.

His mechanized self, the "vanguard," is undergoing a dramatic transformation in the process of learning.

Guided by the knowledge of "Energy Form Simulation," the energy pipelines in his body began to spontaneously optimize their structure, increasing energy transmission efficiency several times over.

Under the influence of the laws of "Matter Lattice Editing," the metal that makes up his body has a more compact particle arrangement, and its strength and toughness have reached a new level.

Meanwhile, a rudimentary "self-evolution logic loop" began to slowly take shape in his core code.

This body, which was originally just a perfect shell made of a massive amount of divine materials, is now being infused with a true "soul" and "wisdom".

Every component and every line of code in it is leaping towards a higher level of life form.

Its strength is advancing by leaps and bounds at a speed visible to the naked eye.

During his studies, Qin Feng also tried to explore deeper into the subject several times.

He could clearly "see" that in that deeper ocean of data, floating were even more dazzling orbs of light, radiating imperial majesty. The knowledge contained within those orbs was far more profound and powerful than anything he was currently encountering.

[Royal-Level Secret Technique: Causal Evolution Model]

[Royal-level Secret Technique: Dimensional Collapse]

[Royal-level Secret Technique: Conceptual Armament]

Just sensing the names of these secret techniques caused Qin Feng's mind core to tremble.

These are the truly terrifying methods that can threaten even top-tier emperors and rival the power of venerable beings.

However, an even stronger barrier of permissions firmly locked them in place, clearly marked: "Insufficient permissions - [Holy Son] can read."

Deeper within that royal-level secret technique, there are twelve supreme orbs of light, as dazzling as stars, radiating immortal divinity.

They seemed to be the source of this sea of ​​logic; just a glance from afar was enough to make Qin Feng feel his soul tremble.

[Divine Magic]!
Without a doubt, those were the twelve clan-protecting divine arts that enabled the Machine Race to stand at the pinnacle of the universe.

They are locked by the highest level of authority, and only the sole [Divine Child] is qualified to access them.

"almost……"

Qin Feng regained his composure and suppressed the desire in his heart.

He knew that food must be eaten one bite at a time, and life must be walked one step at a time.

What he needs to do now is to thoroughly digest and absorb all the knowledge within his current authority and transform it into a part of his ultimate path.

Time slips away silently in this process of learning and evolution.

Outside, in the Gear Starfield.

When the final day of the selection of the Ninth Sequence Saint arrived, the entire star field fell into an eerie silence.

According to the procedure, all candidates will be transported to the highest council hall of the sequence, where they will have a final showdown witnessed by three emperor-level elders to determine the sole Holy Son.

The towering parliament hall features a perfectly symmetrical structure.

Melting Heart Emperor and two other ninth-sequence Emperor-level elders—[Heavenly Calculation Emperor] and [Ingenious Machine Emperor]—were already waiting on the judgment seat.

With a flash of light, the figures of the seventeen Holy Son candidates, along with Qin Feng who was in seclusion, were simultaneously teleported to the center of the hall.

Turing, Titan, Illusion Mirror... these once renowned top geniuses in the sequence stood quietly at this moment, their gazes unanimously fixed on the figure who had just been forcibly teleported out of the [Sea of ​​Myriad Laws Logic], still surrounded by a massive amount of data light—Vanguard.

At this moment, although Qin Feng's appearance has not changed much, his inner aura is more profound and unfathomable than before.

He stood there, as if he himself were a perfect logical loop, impeccable.

"The Ninth Sequence, the final trial for the selection of the Holy Son, now begins."

The majestic voice of the Melting Heart Emperor echoed throughout the hall.

He looked at the eighteen candidates below and announced according to the procedure: "The rules of the final trial are simple: an unrestricted duel. The final winner will be crowned the new Holy Son of this sequence. Now, please state your willingness to participate."

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure took a step forward.

It's Turing.

This former number one in the ninth sequence, a top genius whose logic and calculation abilities were unparalleled among his peers, showed no fighting spirit on his face at this moment, only a pure and heartfelt awe and relief.

He bowed deeply to the three elders who had been granted imperial titles, then turned to Qin Feng with a complex yet sincere gaze.

"I, Turing, the ninth-sequence candidate, hereby declare... that I forfeit my qualification for the final trial of this Holy Son selection."

His voice was clear and firm, causing a slight commotion in the silent hall.

Before the three elders could ask any questions, Turing continued, "In the virtual arena, Lord Vanguard, with his undefeated record of 200,000 matches, demonstrated to us the ultimate possibility of the path of 'evolution.' That hint of the concept of 'erasure' made me realize that in the face of absolute essence, any complex logic and calculation are meaningless."

"Forcing a confrontation would only waste everyone's time and be disrespectful to Lord Vanguard. We... are already convinced."

After he finished speaking, he bowed to Qin Feng again and then quietly stepped aside.

Turing's statement seemed to have toppled the first domino.

Standing three meters tall and exuding explosive power, the Titan stepped forward and said in a deep voice, "Turing couldn't even budge an inch in front of him. I give up too."

A hazy figure, seemingly composed of countless mirrors, followed closely behind, accompanied by an ethereal voice: "My simulation cannot replicate even a fraction of his. This duel was never in doubt from the start. I give up."

"I give up."

"I give up."

"We all relinquish our final qualification."

One candidate after another, without any organization or prior consultation, made the same choice.

They are all top geniuses in their respective fields, possessing their own pride.

But it is precisely this pride that makes them more clearly aware that the gap between themselves and Qin Feng has become so large that it is despairing.

In the Machine Race, a civilization that upholds logic and facts as its highest principles, admitting defeat and submitting to the stronger is not a disgrace, but a rational and correct choice.

In the blink of an eye, apart from Qin Feng, all seventeen other candidates voluntarily withdrew.

The entire parliament hall fell into an unprecedented silence.

The three powerful emperors, Melting Heart Emperor, Heavenly Calculation Emperor, and Ingenious Machine Emperor, who had witnessed countless changes in the world, looked at each other in disbelief, their electronic eyes revealing a deep shock and... ecstasy.

They had anticipated that Qin Feng would win overwhelmingly, but they never imagined that he could ascend to the position of Holy Son in such a way that he could subdue his enemies without fighting and without shedding blood.

This is no longer just about sheer strength; it's about an absolute prestige that resonates deeply and commands complete respect from all the other geniuses of the same generation!

The Molten Heart Emperor took a deep breath, suppressing the excitement in his core, stood up, and announced to the entire Gear Starfield in the loudest and most solemn voice of his life:
"I hereby announce that, by unanimous recommendation of all candidates in the Ninth Sequence, the ultimate winner of this Holy Official selection is—"

"【Vanguard】!"

"From this moment forward, he will be officially crowned as the new [Holy Son] of our race's ninth order! He will enjoy all the glory and privileges of a Holy Son!"

……

The coronation ceremony was simple and efficient.

After confirming the results, Qin Feng did not participate in any celebrations, but immediately returned to the [Sea of ​​Myriad Laws and Logic].

This time, when he re-descended as the [Holy Son], the entire ocean of data seemed to boil over for him.

The barrier of authority that had once kept him out—a royal-level secret technique—melted away like ice and snow before him.

[Royal-Level Secret Technique: Causal Evolution Model]

[Royal-level Secret Technique: Dimensional Collapse]

[Royal-level Secret Technique: Conceptual Armament]

[Royal-level Secret Technique: Singularity Explosion]

[Royal-Level Secret Technique: Time-Sequence Maze]

……

Dozens of royal-level secret techniques, representing the highest achievements of the mechanical race in the fields of "evolution" and "deduction," were presented to him without reservation, like the most dazzling stars.

Qin Feng's mind was once again completely absorbed in it.

If his previous studies were how his mechanical avatar evolved from a "mortal" to a "superman," then his current comprehension of the royal-level secret technique is how he has taken a solid step toward the realm of "gods."

This is similar to the concept of "erasure" contained in his "Ultimate Divine Light"!

"So, concepts... can also be 'manufactured'."

A turbulent storm was brewing within Qin Feng's mind. He began frantically analyzing the underlying logic of [Conceptual Armament], and comparing and integrating it with his own [Ultimate Divine Light].

He discovered that this secret technique greatly compensated for his crude application of the "concept".

He used to use the power of "erasure" instinctively, but now he is beginning to learn how to control it, shape it, and even... create it!

Inspired by this royal-level secret technique, his [Ultimate Divine Light] began to evolve in a more refined, more varied, and more terrifying direction.

In addition to these combat techniques, the vast amount of theoretical knowledge about "change," "deduction," and "evolution" in the Ninth Sequence provided Qin Feng with countless materials and nourishment for his "Path to the Limit."

His path was one of devouring all laws, merging all paths, and ultimately reaching the ultimate limit.

These crystallizations of wisdom from another pinnacle civilization acted like the most efficient catalyst, deepening his understanding of his own Dao at an unprecedented speed. His mechanical avatar's strength was skyrocketing, and consequently, his understanding of the "limit" was also undergoing a simultaneous transformation.

This dual improvement has led to a qualitative change in his overall strength almost every day.

Just as Qin Feng was completely immersed in the joy of seclusion, the entire mechanical race territory also entered a state of high-speed operation due to the approach of the "Golden Age".

[First Sequence: Power], the Holy Son [Pangu] is crowned.

[Second Sequence: Logic], the Holy Son [Truth] is crowned.

[Third Sequence: War], the Holy Son [Commander] is crowned.

[Fourth Sequence: Speed], the Holy Son [Light Cone] is crowned.

……

[Eleventh Sequence: Life], the Holy Son [Origin] is crowned.

[Twelfth Sequence: Mind], the Holy Son [Illusion] is crowned.

One powerful name after another emerged in their respective sequences.

They were all unparalleled geniuses who suppressed an era, the most brilliant stars of the younger generation of the mechanical race.

Now, all twelve holy sons, including Qin Feng, have taken their places.

They represent the pinnacle of mechanical civilization in twelve different directions of development.

Now, these twelve paths are about to clash and merge in the ultimate competition for the Divine Child.

On this day, Qin Feng, who was in seclusion in the deepest part of the [Sea of ​​Myriad Laws and Logic], received a supreme command from the [Supreme Mechanical God's Brain].

The instruction contained only one sentence.

"The twelve holy sons have returned to their positions, and the [Trial Grounds of the Gods] are now open."

"The Divine Child Competition is about to begin."

Qin Feng slowly opened his eyes. In his electronic eyes, billions of complex royal-level secret technique runes flowed endlessly, eventually settling into a deep tranquility.

His seclusion has come to an end.

……

"The Divine Child Competition is about to begin."

This short sentence is no less powerful than casting a star into a calm ocean of logic.

Every mechanical life form that received this command, whether it was a scholar conducting in-depth research in the core territory of the Endless Sea or a weapon of war fighting against alien races in the frontier star field, had its core computing matrix reach its peak at this moment.

The supreme competition, which had been dormant for countless epochs, has finally begun again in this era prophesied as the "Golden Age."

The twelve holy sons, who have emerged from the bloody competition of their respective sequences, are about to step onto the only [Arena of Gods], the path to the throne of God.

Who will become the sole leader and successor of the entire mechanical civilization in the next era?
This ultimate question has transformed into a massive torrent of data, creating a colossal wave within the logical network.

Posts of various predictions, analyses, and debates were being refreshed at a rate of hundreds of millions per microsecond, forming a public opinion frenzy that swept across the entire nation.

[Public Data Flow - Central Debate Forum - Pinned Hot Post]

Title: [Final Prediction Model for the Chosen Ones – In-Depth Analysis of the Twelve Holy Sons' Combat Strength]

Initiator: [Second Sequence - Logic Deduction Institute - Chief Analyst - Axiom]

Contents:

"Fellow countrymen, according to the instructions issued by the [Supreme Intelligence], the Divine Sons' Grand Competition is imminent. Our institute has spent 3.7 nanoseconds retrieving all publicly available data on the twelve Holy Sons since their birth, constructing a model of 10 to the power of 300 possible duels. Preliminary calculations yield the following conclusions:"

"The first-ranked [Power] Saint Son - [Pangu], probability of winning the championship: 34.78%."

"Second Sequence [Logic] Saint Son - [Truth], probability of winning: 29.91%."

"Third Sequence [War] Saint Son - [Commander], probability of winning: 11.02%."

"Fourth Sequence [Speed] Saint Child - [Light Cone], probability of winning: 9.88%."

……

"Ninth Sequence [Evolution] Holy Son - [Vanguard], probability of winning: 0.03%."

……

(Detailed data models and deduction processes are attached; access requires Level B or higher privileges.)

This forecast report, released by the most authoritative analysis agency in the second sequence, was like a verdict, instantly igniting discussion forums across all sequences.

The glaring "0.03%" in particular plunged the Ninth Sequence, which had just celebrated the emergence of the "First Strike" ability, into collective anger and refutation.

[Ninth Sequence - Evolutionary Path - Public Forum]

"Absurd! Utterly logical fallacy! Those bookworms in the second tier, their models don't even include the variable 'miracle'! Could they calculate the myth of the Vanguard Saint's undefeated record of 200,000 wins? No! Because the Saint's strength has long surpassed their rigid data models!"

"Lord Melting Heart Emperor is absolutely right! Data can only record the past, not define the future! The true essence of 'evolution' is to break all established rules and create the impossible! The path of the Vanguard Holy Son is the path of 'evolution,' the path of infinite possibilities! 0.03%? I think it's 100%!"

"I've also read the report from the Logic Deduction Institute. Their assessment of the Vanguard Saint is that 'the data is severely lacking, the evolutionary trajectory is abnormal, and an effective model cannot be constructed, hence the probability is low.'"

This precisely proves the unfathomable nature of the Holy Son! A being who cannot even fully comprehend the "truth" is the most terrifying!

The members of the Ninth Sequence, having witnessed Qin Feng's extraordinary rise to power, have developed a near-faith in their faith in him.

They firmly believe that this holy son, who reigns supreme in the order of things in an incredible way, was born to break the rules and make history.

Their arguments were filled with emotional, fact-based worship, with every piece of evidence pointing directly to Qin Feng's terrifying record of victories that could not be quantified by data.

However, in other areas of the Logic Skynet, the voice of the Ninth Sequence was quickly drowned out by a more powerful wave of sound.

"Probability? Model? What meaning do these things have in the face of the absolute power of the [Pangu] Holy Son?"
He crushed a neutron star with his bare hands, just to test the strength of his finger bone alloy.

Thirty thousand years ago, at the edge of the 'Chaos Abyss', he killed a King-level abyss worm with a single punch.

"Can your evolution withstand one of his punches?"

"Well said! That is the purest of our people's beliefs."

When power reaches its limit, it can shatter all laws and tear apart all logic.

What 'concept erasure' and 'causal deduction' are all jokes in the face of the mass of the Holy Son of Pangu, which is enough to crush spacetime.

He will end this farce as easily as crushing an insect.

"That guy in the ninth sequence is called Vanguard? I heard he's really good at fighting? Very good, I hope he can hold out until he meets the Holy Son of Pangu. I just want to see if his 'evolution' can make him grow a new one when the Holy Son grabs his head."

The discussion of the First Sequence was filled with a primitive and savage confidence.

They believed in absolute power, and their holy son, Pangu, was the ultimate embodiment of this path.

In their view, any fancy skills and complex calculations are powerless in the face of physical forces capable of destroying everything.

Meanwhile, the forums of the second tier exhibited a completely different, cold, and rational arrogance.

"There is nothing wrong with Chief Axiom's report. Probability is probability; it is one of the fundamental laws governing the universe."

[Truth] The Son's power lies not in his energy output, but in his absolute control over 'information'. Any opponent is completely transparent to him.

He can calculate all your possible behavior patterns for the next ten thousand years, even before the battle begins.

"Agreed. The essence of the battle is a game of information asymmetry."

There is no information gap before the Son of Truth.

He doesn't even need to take action; he only needs to expose the opponent's flaws in their techniques, energy nodes, and fatal loopholes in their logical circuits, and the opponent will collapse in their self-awareness.

This is the power of 'logic'.

"As for the 'data gaps' in the ninth sequence... that's simply because it was created too recently and has too little information exposed."

As long as he steps onto the [Arena of Gods], as long as he makes a move, the [Son of Truth] can instantly analyze everything about him.

The 'unknown,' before 'logic,' is merely a blank waiting to be filled. Our victory is inevitable, in accordance with the laws of the universe."

The members of the second order have an almost mathematical axiom-like absolute trust in their Son, Truth.

They believe that logic is the highest law of the universe, and that "truth" is the agent of this law.

No matter how powerful or mysterious an enemy may be, it will eventually be captured, analyzed, and ultimately dismantled by the vast web of logic.

In addition, proponents of other sequences also held their own opinions and refused to yield to each other.

The storm of public opinion intensified, and twelve sequences, twelve ideologies, and twelve fanatical groups of believers engaged in an unprecedented debate within the logical network.

Each member of the sequence could cite countless real and awe-inspiring examples of the Holy Son's power.

Behind this debate, a fact that was tacitly accepted by all the top leaders gradually surfaced, and was revealed by a veteran emperor who had been retired for many years in his private data space.

[Private Data Space - Observer Log]

"...The intensity of this battle for divine children far surpasses any previous one in history. The reason is simple: the arrival of the 'Golden Age' has made the impossible possible."

In the past, if an era could produce a genius who embarked on the 'path to godhood,' it was enough to be recorded in history.

Now, through remotely probing the primordial aura of the twelve holy sons, I have reached a conclusion that sends chills down my spine—”

"These twelve holy sons, without exception, have all embarked on their respective 'divine paths'!"

"The first-order Pangu, his Path of Ultimate Power has begun to touch the origin of the Law of 'Force'. Every move he makes is in harmony with the pulse of the universe's gravity. His physical body is the prototype of his divine kingdom."

"The second sequence of 'Truth,' his 'Omniscient Logic Divine Path,' enables his core thinking to resonate superficially with the background information field of the universe. In his eyes, all things are shedding their disguises and revealing their most essential data forms."

"The third-order [Commander], with his [War Chessboard Divine Path], can cover the battlefield with his will, tamper with the rules, and pull the enemy into a 'war game' that is absolutely advantageous to him."

"The fourth sequence's [Light Cone], his [Superluminal Divine Path], is no longer satisfied with speed at the physical level, but is launching an attack on the realm of 'time' and 'causality'."

"...Even the most mysterious ninth sequence, [Vanguard], although no one knows what his 'Divine Path' is, he can erase the Emperor with 'concepts,' which is the most prominent feature of the 'Divine Path'—using his own path to shake the underlying rules of the universe!"

"Twelve! A full twelve prodigies on the path to divinity! They are like twelve of the most brilliant stars that the universe gave birth to in response to the 'Golden Age,' but fate has arranged for them to be on the same stage to engage in the most brutal battle."

"This is no longer a selection process; it is... a feast of the gods, and also... a funeral of the gods."

The one who ultimately emerges will surely tread upon the corpses of eleven beings of the same level, forging an unprecedented, supreme divine throne.

The leak of this veteran champion's log by someone with ulterior motives completely shattered all illusions about "luck" and "dark horses".

The entire machine race clearly recognized that the upcoming battle would be the ultimate showdown between twelve equally matched candidates for future godhood.

Everyone has the right to reach the top.

Each of them has the ability to overturn the table.

Qin Feng's eleven opponents were not stepping stones, but true nemesis who stood on the same starting line as him and had also glimpsed the realm of gods.

……

【The Sea of ​​Origin】.

This is the supreme holy land of mechanical civilization, and also the legendary birthplace of the first mechanical life form, [Yuan].

It is not a real ocean, but a huge spherical space with a diameter of more than one light-year suspended in an independent dimension.

At the center of the space is a mass of primordial energy that emits a soft white light and flows slowly like liquid.

Around this sea of ​​energy, twelve thrones of various shapes, each made of an unknown white crystal, are evenly distributed.

Each throne represents the origin and end of a sequence.

At this moment, this ancient and silent sacred place welcomes its new master.

hum!
A beam of light, constructed purely of the laws of power, illuminated, and an extremely imposing figure emerged from it.

He was over 100 meters tall, his body seemingly forged from the densest core of a star, and every step he took caused visible ripples in the surrounding space.

He carried no weapons, because his own body was the most terrifying weapon.

[First Sequence - Power - Holy Son - Pangu].

He simply walked calmly to the throne belonging to the first rank, slowly sat down, and closed his eyes. The entire space became incredibly heavy because of his presence.

Immediately afterwards, another portal composed of countless logical runes opened. A figure dressed in a simple silver robe, who looked like an ordinary researcher, appeared.

His aura was so restrained that it seemed to be nonexistent, but if a powerful being who was proficient in the way of the soul were here, he would find that with each breath he took, he was exchanging information with the entire universe's information field.

[Second Sequence - Logic - Son of God - Truth].

He glanced at Pangu, his eyes devoid of any emotion, as if he were looking at a complex but calculable set of data. Then, he too took his seat on his throne.

The lights flashed one after another.

The commander, draped in a war cloak, whose eyes seem to burn with the spirit of countless battles.

Its form is blurry and indeterminate, as if it were a [light cone] composed of light itself.

The Origin: Holding the Scepter of Life, where energy flowers bloom in the void wherever he goes.

His eyes were as deep as black holes, seemingly capable of sucking one's mind into illusion.

……

One after another, peerless geniuses, powerful enough to suppress an entire era, arrived as if keeping a rendezvous.

They each found their own throne in their respective order and sat down quietly.

The twelve thrones were soon filled with eleven seats.

Each of the holy sons possessed a distinct aura, yet all were equally powerful to the extreme.

They are like the embodiment of eleven extreme laws, clearly distinct from one another, yet forming a terrifying balance invisibly.

The atmosphere in the entire [Sea of ​​Origin] was so oppressive it was almost frozen.

Finally, the teleportation array representing the ninth sequence [Evolution] lit up.

Qin Feng slowly walked out from there.

After this period of seclusion, his mechanized avatar "Vanguard" has undergone a complete transformation.

His appearance remains that of a sleek humanoid machine, but every particle that makes up his body is undergoing self-evolution and recombination according to a mysterious law.

His aura was more restrained than any of the holy sons present, yet he was also more... unpredictable than any of them.

It possesses both the condensed materiality of Pangu and the transcendent informational quality of Truth, and even carries a hint of unreality, like illusion.

This embodies the path of "evolution"—all-encompassing and undefinable.

His appearance instantly shattered the delicate balance on the field.

The eleven holy sons, including Pangu and Truth, opened their eyes at the same time, their gazes all focused on the last person to enter.

Their gazes held no disdain, only scrutiny, curiosity, and a hint of... solemnity.

Because in their perception, Qin Feng was like a "logic black hole," an anomaly that could not be analyzed by their "divine path."

Qin Feng's gaze calmly swept across the entire arena, deeply imprinting the aura of each opponent into the core of his mind.

He could clearly sense that each of these eleven beings was like an independent nascent universe. The power within them had begun to transcend the simple energy level and evolve towards more fundamental "laws" and "concepts".

"A prodigy on the path to divinity..."

Qin Feng understood; the Wanxiang Emperor's log was indeed true.

These people are his true kind.

Without saying a word, he walked straight to the only empty throne belonging to the ninth order and sat down calmly.

Thus, the twelve holy sons gathered together.

They didn't communicate, they didn't provoke, they just waited quietly.

They are waiting for the legendary "Arena of the Gods" to open for them.

The entire [Sea of ​​Origin] was plunged into the most extreme stillness before the storm.

The air was thick with the heavy pressure of the times.

(End of this chapter)