High Martial Arts: Liver Becomes the Master of the Universe

Chapter 372 Crimson Calamity Starfield! Humanity in Crisis! News of the Primordial Flame! Preparing to Advance to Emperor Status!

Deep in the subspace, the folds of spacetime were silently smoothed out by a silver stream of light.

The journey of the throne on the Oracle is not a traditional tearing through space, but rather a passage based on "authority".

It is as if it is an "administrator" with the highest level of access in this chaotic and disordered subspace. All spacetime turbulence and dimensional storms will take the initiative to obediently make way for an absolutely safe passage before it gets close.

This is the perfect culmination of the Machine Race's advanced technology and understanding of the fundamental rules of the universe.

Seven standard cosmic days later, the silver streak quietly emerged from the depths of the subspace, like a drop of water merging into the ocean, without causing the slightest ripple in the real universe.

Qin Feng's consciousness sat upright on the throne, looking at the star field before him through the cold mask of "Vanguard".

What came into view was neither dazzling stars nor deep darkness.

Instead, it was a scene of... "chaos".

Yes, chaos.

Spacetime is distorted here, laws are broken here, light is meaningless here, and cause and effect are intertwined here.

It's as if the creator of the universe, when creating the world, discarded all the drafts, scrapped designs, and unclassifiable "error codes" in this corner.

In the heart of this chaos stands a "mountain".

Its height cannot be measured by any three-dimensional scale, because its peak has long since pierced into a higher dimension of spacetime, appearing and disappearing; its foot is deeply rooted in an "absolute nothingness" that devours all things, with no beginning in sight.

The mountain presents a chaotic color that is neither gold nor stone, with waterfalls of countless years and rifts of laws flowing across it.

Just a glance from afar is enough to make even a King-level expert feel their Dao foundation being distorted and assimilated, their mind wavering, as if they are about to be sucked into that mountain and become a part of it.

【Mount Yongsheng】.

One of the oldest and most mysterious places of opportunity in the universe.

Legend has it that it was the first concrete manifestation of the concept of "immortality" at the beginning of the universe.

However, at this moment, Qin Feng's attention was not entirely focused on this legendary sacred mountain.

His gaze, or rather, the supreme detection system of the [Oracle] capable of discerning the patterns of laws, was scanning the vast star field outside the divine mountain, a place that appeared empty but was actually teeming with killing intent.

The scan results, presented directly to his consciousness through a massive data stream.

"...Confirmed, there are 753 instances of Emperor-level energy reactions."

"...Confirmed, twelve super-specific law-sealing arrays."

"...Confirmed, three causality-locked cosmic artifact fluctuations."

"...It has been confirmed that the 3.6 million space anchoring devices have formed a perfect spherical blockade network, completely eliminating any possibility of space jump."

The cold, hard data paints a picture of suffocating despair.

On the outskirts of Mount Eternal Life, the Alliance of All Races has laid out a truly inescapable net.

Seven hundred and fifty-three emperors were conferred titles!

This number is enough to make any elite race tremble.

This is almost half of all the mobile Emperor-level forces that the Alliance of Ten Thousand Races can mobilize!
They were not in a hurry to attack the mountain, because Mount Eternal Life itself was a natural barrier that could not be breached by external forces. They were "defending".

Using the sacred mountain as a prison and the void as a hunting ground.

They are waiting.

Wait for the mountain gate to open, and for the human emperor trapped inside to emerge.

Within Qin Feng's consciousness, the subsystem of the [Supreme Mechanical God's Intelligence Brain] was rapidly deducing the process.

"According to the database, the opening cycle of [Mount Eternal Life] is one million cosmic standard years. It has been half a million years since it last closed."

"Conclusion: There are still... 500,000 years until the next opening of the mountain gate."

Five hundred thousand years.

For ordinary people, this is an unimaginably long unit of time.

But for those at the Emperor level, it was merely a slightly longer period of seclusion.

"They are trying to... achieve their goal in one fell swoop."

Qin Feng's consciousness made a cold judgment.

This is no longer a simple matter of besieging a stronghold to attack reinforcements.

This is a thorough and ruthless effort to wipe out the remaining main force of the human race who are destined to become emperors!
Nearly 80% of the current generation of human emperors were initially caught up in the pursuit of Qin Feng before his "fall," and were ultimately drawn into the conflict along with the emperors of all races due to the sudden appearance of the [Eternal Life Mountain].

This is a conspiracy.

The Alliance of All Races was willing to have dozens of Emperors trapped as well, in order to completely lock up this core force of the human race within the [Mount Eternal Life].

Then, they mobilized even more forces to set up a deadly trap outside.

Once the mountain gate opens 500,000 years later, the human emperors inside, carrying their own opportunities, will be met with enemies many times their number, as well as a death trap that has been prepared for 500,000 years.

At that time, the human race will face an unprecedented... dynastic change in the imperial system.

It's not like the kind of talent gap that lasts for a century, as seen on the "Top Prodigies List".

Rather, it is a true, fundamental disruption of civilization at the peak of combat power, enough to shake the very foundation of a race!
"What a generous gesture."

Even with Qin Feng's current state of mind, after seeing through the intricate and vicious scheme behind it, he couldn't help but feel a chill.

The Alliance of All Races has gone to any lengths to stifle the rise of the human race.

"Five hundred thousand years..."

Qin Feng calmly calculated.

This timeframe is both long enough and short enough.

He grew long enough for him to make many preparations.

It was so short... he didn't have many opportunities to try and fail.

At this moment, rushing in as a "vanguard" would be meaningless.

Not only would it fail to break the deadlock, it would also completely expose its relationship with the human race, dragging the machine race into the mess and making the situation even more complicated.

He needs a perfect entry point, a script that allows him to return as "Qin Feng" and turn the tide.

Now is not the best time to make an appearance.

"Let's find a place to lie low for now."

Qin Feng made a decision.

The throne of the Oracle retreated silently, disappearing into the shadows of an asteroid belt like a ghost.

Thanks to the mechanical race's top-notch stealth technology, it was like an insignificant speck of noise in the cosmic background radiation. Even if those emperors' divine senses swept over it, they would not detect anything unusual.

He planned to stay here, observe quietly, and wait.

Waiting for the moment when the storm gathers to its peak.

The core territory of the human race.

[Holy Academy] Headquarters.

This place is not built on any planet, but floats in a "sea of ​​holy light" constructed of pure light and laws.

Billions of white jade-like floating islands are linked by chains of laws that run through heaven and earth. On each island stands a hall representing different knowledge and different traditions.

This place is the core of human civilization's wisdom and the site of its highest decision-making.

At the very top of the Sea of ​​Holy Light, there is an ancient stone temple that appears simple yet seems to be the center of the entire universe.

The Lord of Limits, dressed in a simple gray robe, stood quietly in the center of the hall.

His aura was extremely restrained, making him appear like an ordinary old man. However, upon closer inspection, one would discover that the space, light, and even cause and effect around him were subtly "collapsed" toward him, as if he himself were a walking human black hole, a singularity of the universe's rules.

Before him floated five towering, indistinct phantoms.

Some of these phantoms resembled a humanoid galaxy composed of billions of stars, others were a chaotic thunder that was constantly being created and destroyed, and still others were a desolate ancient Buddha sitting cross-legged on the river of time...

They are the true pillars of humanity, long since transcending ordinary life forms... the masters of the universe.

At this moment, the atmosphere inside this hall, which could determine the fate of humanity, was so oppressive that it was almost frozen.

That's the situation.

The voice of the Lord of Limits was calm, yet contained an indescribable heaviness.

"The crisis at Tianxuan Pass was unexpectedly resolved by a mysterious mechanical race expert. However, according to the intelligence sent back by the Tianxuan Emperor, the other party's identity is a mystery, his purpose is unclear, and it is currently impossible to determine his true stance towards our race."

"As for Mount Eternal Life, the situation has deteriorated to the extreme. The blockade by the Alliance of Ten Thousand Races has been completely formed. According to the intelligence we currently have, the number of permanent Emperors stationed there is no less than fifty. They are clearly determined to tear a fatal piece of flesh from our race."

Silence fell over the hall.

After a long while, the phantom of the "Lord of the Galaxy" composed of billions of stars emitted a grand sound like stars rubbing against each other.

"We can't spare any manpower from the Endless Sea."

"The Zerg's 'Mother Queen' and the Demon Clan's 'Ancestral Dragon' have been making frequent unusual moves recently, seemingly preparing for the full-scale arrival of the 'Golden Age.' The five of us must remain here and confront them, without leaving for even a moment. Otherwise, the entire battle line will collapse."

The Lord of the Universe, the pillar of strength for humanity, faced the oldest and most terrifying beings on par with other top races.

The power struggle between them is so intense that a single move can have far-reaching consequences, making it impossible for them to escape easily.

What about the 【Battlefield of Sainthood】?

Another illusory figure, the "Sword Master of Heaven," surrounded by endless sword intent, asked, his voice so sharp it seemed to sever cause and effect.

The Lord of Limits slowly shook his head.

"That won't work either. Those traitors from the Myriad Races Sect have become unusually active recently. Just three months ago, a great war of unprecedented scale broke out on the [Sainthood Battlefield]. Our race lost a newly ascended Saint, and we barely managed to drive them back."

"Now, every Saint-level expert is in their own battle zone, confronting their counterparts from the Myriad Races Sect. No one dares to make a rash move."

As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere in the hall grew even heavier.

The most powerful combat forces, including the Lord of the Universe and the Saint-level experts, were all firmly restrained.

"What other imperial guards can we mobilize?"

The phantom of the "Lord of All Laws," resembling a withered ancient Buddha, spoke in an ancient and distant voice.

"Less than ten."

The Lord of Limits uttered a chilling number.

"Back then, in order to hunt down Qin Feng, our clan mobilized almost all of its mobile Emperor-level warriors. Now, those nearly thirty represent more than 80% of our clan's top combat strength. The remaining few are each guarding the core nodes of several universe kingdoms to prevent the insect and demon races from taking advantage of the situation. If they are withdrawn, the gates will be wide open immediately."

"and……"

The Lord of Limits paused, a bitter tone in his voice, "Even if we send out all these Emperors, it will be like a drop in the ocean against the encirclement of more than fifty Emperors from the Alliance of Ten Thousand Races. It will only result in a few more deaths."

Dead end.

A complete and utter dead end.

The enemy used a calculated strategy to gradually corner the human players, forcing them into a dead end on the board. No matter what they did, they would lose.

"What about being made a king?"

“Sending a prince there is no different from sending him to his death.”

The Lord of Limits directly rejected the suggestion, saying, "On the battlefield of the Emperor level, no matter how many Kings there are, it cannot bring about a qualitative change. Any one of the Emperors on the other side can slaughter tens of thousands of Kings in a short period of time."

Inside the hall, a long silence fell once again.

The five cosmic lords, representing the highest fighting force of the human race, also felt a deep sense of powerlessness at this moment.

It's not that they aren't strong enough, but rather that the human race's foundation ultimately cannot compare to those ancient races that have been passed down for countless eras.

The rise of the human race was too fast and too rapid, and its foundation was still shallow. It was like a strong giant with powerful limbs, but whose internal organs were not yet fully developed.

Once the enemy seizes a weakness and launches a targeted attack, we will immediately fall into the predicament we are in now, where we are in dire straits.

"Is there really no way...?"

The voice of the "Sword Master of Heaven" contained a hint of barely suppressed rage: "Are we just supposed to watch helplessly as the backbone of our race is broken one by one outside the [Mount Eternal Life]?"

"Ugh……"

A long sigh emanated from the phantom of the "Lord of All Laws".

"This is a 'calamity' for civilization. Every race that attempts to rise will face such a calamity. Those who can overcome it will have boundless horizons and soar to great heights. Those who cannot will face eternal damnation and become dust in the starry sky."

"We...maybe we should consider...the worst-case scenario."

"worst plans?"

"Prepare for an era...without the conferment of imperial titles."

The Lord of All Laws' voice was calm, yet incredibly cruel: "Contract the defenses, abandon all outer territories, and retreat all available forces to the core territory. With the Holy Academy at the core, relying on the last bulwark left by the progenitor, adopt a comprehensive strategic defensive posture."

"Trading space for time. Waiting... for the next generation's 'Qin Feng' to grow up again."

This suggestion seemed to lower the temperature of the entire hall to freezing point.

What a tragic and helpless choice this is.

This means that humanity will have to give up the vast territories it has acquired over millions of years of expansion, and that countless humans living in those territories will be abandoned and become prey for other races.

This means that the human race will degenerate from an ambitious and pioneering elite into a mere survivor, clinging to the status quo.

"I...disagree!"

The phantom of the "Lord of the Stars" fluctuated violently, and billions of stars roared within him, "We humans rose from humble beginnings, forging immortality in blood and fire! When has there ever been a precedent of retreating without a fight!?"

"This is not retreat, but preserving the flame."

The voice of the Lord of All Laws remained calm.

"Even if such a spark were preserved, it would have long lost its potential to ignite a prairie fire!"

A rare argument erupted within the highest hall of humanity.

The Lord of Limits listened quietly without interrupting.

He knew that this was not a clash of ideologies, but rather two equally painful choices when faced with a desperate situation.

After a long while, he raised his head and interrupted the argument.

"Everyone."

His voice silenced all the phantoms.

"Things may... not have reached that point yet."

"Oh?"

"Limit, what are your thoughts?"

A glint of light, unfathomable to anyone, flashed in the Lord of Limits' deep eyes.

He said slowly, "We are all waiting, waiting for a... variable."

"variable?"

"Yes."

The Lord of Limits raised his head, his gaze seemingly piercing through the dome of the hall, looking towards the endless void, "A piece that can break this deadlock...

Involuntarily, a figure that should have long since passed away appeared in his mind.

That peerless genius who single-handedly stirred up the entire universe, and ultimately met a tragic end amidst the encirclement and slaughter of billions of powerful beings.

If... he were still alive, what would he do in the face of such a deadly situation?
This thought flashed through his mind only briefly before he dismissed it with a wry smile.

The deceased is gone.

Humanity cannot place its hopes on a miracle that no longer exists.

"I made a decision."

The voice of the Lord of Limits regained its usual calmness and decisiveness.

"Issue my order: from this day forward, the human realm shall enter a state of highest combat readiness."

"All second-line legions, assemble in the core territory. All first-line legions, hold your defensive lines and are not allowed to launch any offensives."

"Within the Holy Academy, all resources will be directed towards the geniuses on the [Genius Ranking], [Marquis Ranking], and [King Ranking], regardless of the cost, to cultivate a new batch of powerful individuals in the shortest possible time!"

"As for [Mount Eternal Life]..."

He paused, a flicker of pain and resolve flashing in his eyes.

"Until we find a way to break this deadlock... we can only... wait and see if Caesar and the others can step forward... If not, well..."

The single word "wait" encapsulates endless bitterness and helplessness.

Inside the main hall, deathly silence returned once more.

Many cosmic lords traveled to the Endless Sea.

Driven by the supreme will, the massive war machine of humanity began to slowly shrink and recede in a tragic manner, preparing to face... a winter that could last for millions of years, or even longer...

……

In the shadow of the asteroid belt, the throne of the Oracle floats silently like an ancient speck of dust.

Inside, Qin Feng's consciousness was deeply linked to the throne's detection system, transforming into an absolutely calm observer, watching the distant [Mount Eternal Life], which was completely locked down by fifty-three emperors, twelve super-standard arrays, and millions of spatial anchors.

In this star field distorted by supreme power, time has lost its conventional meaning.

One year.

ten years.

century.

Millennia.

Qin Feng quietly "watched" for a thousand years.

For a thousand years, the blockade of the Alliance of Myriad Races never loosened; on the contrary, it grew ever stronger with time. New Emperors would arrive to relieve them, bringing with them even more sophisticated sealing treasures and more vicious killing formations. They were like a group of the most patient hunters, weaving an ever-tightening, increasingly deadly net, waiting only for the moment their prey would be released.

The human race, on the other hand, remained completely silent.

There were no reinforcements, no attempts to break out, and not even a single tentative message was sent.

Even though Qin Feng was right here, he could guess about 70-80% of the Holy Academy's decision.

Faced with such a deadly trap, any rash action before absolute certainty would only hasten the death of the trapped emperor.

The strategy of "waiting" is a helpless choice, but also the only option.

"Five hundred thousand years...that's too long."

Qin Feng's consciousness was withdrawn from that despairing blockade.

He knew very well that with his current strength, neither the "Vanguard," the embodiment of top-tier Emperor-level combat power, nor the "Qin Feng," the original body with boundless potential, were enough to break this stalemate.

If he rushed in and faced an attack from more than fifty Emperor-level beings, even he would only perish.

He needs more power.

A force powerful enough to seal the deal and completely overturn the game.

He needs to be promoted to the rank of Emperor.

Moreover, he is not an ordinary Emperor-level cultivator. With his supreme foundation of the Primordial Singularity, once he breaks through to the next realm, it will be earth-shattering, and his combat power will reach the pinnacle of the Emperor-level realm, or even... higher.

Then, he can return as "Qin Feng" and strike with overwhelming force; that is the way to break the deadlock.

"This place has lost its meaning."

A cold, hard judgment formed in my mind. Staying here to keep watch would only be a waste of time.

"[Oracle], departing from the current star system and entering random jump mode, blocking all traceable signals, target... the entire universe."

"Command confirmation."

Accompanied by an emotionless, mechanical voice, this throne, which embodied the highest technology of the Machine Race, silently merged into the deeper layers of the warp.

It had no definite destination set out, like a lone boat, beginning its long drift in the boundless universe.

Thus began a solitary expedition in search of the ultimate breakthrough.

Time, like the cheapest dust in the universe, slips away silently.

Thirty thousand years.

Fifty thousand years.

One hundred thousand years.

Qin Feng piloted the [Oracle], acting as the "vanguard," roaming the vast sea of ​​stars.

He was like a true ghost, a detached observer, witnessing an unprecedented, fanatical, and bloody era bursting forth like the rising sun.

The Golden Age has arrived.

It is not a specific point in time, but a gradual process. It will arrive when the vast majority of living beings in the universe can clearly feel a certain "change".

This change is first reflected in the "activation" of the cosmic will.

Boom——!
In the bustling multi-racial trading starfield, the Seven Treasures Galaxy, the once tranquil Sea of ​​Laws suddenly began to boil without warning.

Billions of golden, sacred rays of light pierced through dimensions and coalesced at the center of the galaxy into a colossal golden scroll that blotted out the sky.

Ancient and profound cosmic script slowly emerged on the scroll, and its contents were instantly translated and imprinted in the minds of all the powerful beings above the King level in this star field.

[Cosmic Mission: Purifying the 'Void Devourer']

[Mission Objective: Hunt down the out-of-control ancient chaotic creature, the Void Eater, within the 'Chaotic Vortex'.]

[Task Reward: Grant one to ten 'World Origin' based on contribution.]

The moment the mission was announced, the entire Seven Treasures Galaxy erupted in chaos.

"The origin of the world! It's actually the origin of the world!"

"A mission personally issued by the will of the universe! This is the most significant sign of the Golden Age!"

"They've gone mad! They've all gone mad! Quick! Assemble the fleet! Target: Chaos Vortex!"

Countless powerful kings who were trading, in seclusion, or even indulging in pleasure turned bloodshot at this moment, like sharks smelling blood, and transformed into streaks of light, rushing madly towards the dangerous place known as the "Chaotic Vortex".

On a trading planet in the Seven Treasures Galaxy, in an inconspicuous tavern, the "Vanguard," clad in silver armor, quietly holds a glass of pure energy-based liquor. Through the window, he gazes at the spectacular scene in the sky, which resembles a locust swarm, his eyes calm and undisturbed.

"The origin of the world is an unparalleled treasure for ordinary kings to forge the foundation of an emperor. But for me... it is useless."

His "Primordial Singularity" has long transcended the single origin of the world.

What he needs is the "primordial" series of matter that constitutes the most fundamental rules of the universe.

He put down his wine glass and disappeared without a trace.

This opportunity, which could plunge an entire star system into a century-long bloodbath, was, to him, nothing more than a noisy backdrop to his journey.

The second characteristic of the Golden Age is the frequent appearance of ancient opportunities.

On the ruins of an ancient battlefield that had long been deemed "dead," the remnants of a star that had been extinguished for billions of years suddenly burst forth with a seven-colored divine light.

Amidst the light, an unimaginably magnificent white jade palace slowly rose from the dimensional rift.

The two characters "Yaoguang" on the plaque of the Divine Palace exude an aura of reverence that would make even an emperor tremble.

"It's the sacred site of Yao Guang!"

"My God! The legacy of this powerful venerable one who disappeared in ancient times... has been reborn!"

The news swept through dozens of surrounding cosmic nations like a storm.

This time, it was the real giants who were alarmed.

"This land belongs to my 'Celestial Race'! All other people, leave!"

A giant with three heads and six arms, standing ten thousand feet tall and composed entirely of golden divine light, wielding a giant axe, shattered the void as it arrived. Its terrifying imperial aura directly crushed several planets into dust.

"The Celestial Race? What arrogance! The inheritance of Yao Guang belongs to the virtuous! My Holy Spirit Race will not shirk its responsibility!"

On the other side, a perfect being bathed in holy flames descended, with millions of believers chanting behind him, their holy light shining brightly, rivaling the golden divine radiance.

The war broke out in an instant.

Dozens of powerful emperors who rushed to the scene engaged in a fierce battle on this ancient battlefield for a vague and elusive inheritance of a venerable figure.

The laws shattered, the galaxy reversed, and the aftershocks of the battle were enough to easily wipe out entire groups of Kings.

The Oracle rests quietly in the void outside the battlefield.

Qin Feng's consciousness calmly analyzed the law fluctuations emanating from the white jade divine palace.

"I have already received the inheritance of Yao Guang."

"This temple might be another training ground he left behind, or... a trap. In any case, it's of little value to me."

His gaze swept over the powerful emperors who were fighting fiercely, without the slightest ripple.

Once upon a time, the title of emperor was something he could only look up to, something unattainable.

Now, in his eyes, these people are nothing more than a group of profit-seekers blinded by the word "opportunity".

The Oracle has quietly departed once again.

The active will of the universe and the arrival of ancient opportunities together gave birth to the most core characteristic of the Golden Age—chaos.

Utter chaos.

Order is collapsing, and rules are being reshaped.

Two groups that were allies yesterday may turn against each other today over a newly discovered secret realm, resulting in bloodshed.

One second a powerful king might be high and mighty, the next he might be ambushed by a group of "hunters" in some dark corner, who would steal his life savings.

The entire universe transformed into a gigantic, steaming alchemical furnace.

Chance, slaughter, betrayal, rise, fall...

This happens countless times every day.

Against this backdrop, Qin Feng is like an absolute outsider, a lonely scavenger, searching for his own few inconspicuous "primordial" fragments in the vast ruins of the universe.

He had visited a "tearful star" that was about to be swallowed by a black hole. The intelligent life there, when the end was near, did not despair or pray. Instead, the entire tribe sang an ancient song and calmly welcomed the end.

Their spirit, in the instant of their annihilation, sublimated into a purity almost akin to the "Tao".

Qin Feng listened quietly for seven days and seven nights.

His Daoist heart was cleansed and made even clearer by that tragic yet transcendent song.

He had been to a desolate star field infected by a "mechanical virus," where all matter had been assimilated into illogical, wildly proliferating metallic flesh.

He saw another side of the universe, the opposite of order—absolute chaos and entropy increase.

He stayed there for a century, using the "Myriad Phenomena" to analyze the underlying logic of those viruses, gaining a deeper understanding of "creation" and "destruction".

He also descended upon a black market called the "Reincarnation Market".

There, everything is traded—lifespan, talent, memories, luck, and even… fragments of the soul.

He saw a dying king who used his last life's insights to gain three hundred years of youth, just to return to his home planet and see once more the grave of his first love, which had long since turned to dust.

He also saw an ambitious prodigy who betrayed his clan's star map in exchange for a drop of "divine blood" that could help him break through his bottleneck, and then turned around and threw himself into the arms of the enemy forces.

The myriad forms of life are dazzling and bizarre.

During this solitary journey that lasted for 100,000 years, Qin Feng's strength did not experience a qualitative leap. His realm remained at the peak of the King-Sealing stage.

However, his character underwent a tremendous transformation through these profound witnessings and realizations.

If he was a peerless, invincible weapon with a sharp edge before, then he is now more like a boundless deep sea that encompasses all things.

Beneath the surface of the sea, there remains that sharp edge capable of cutting through everything.

But the sea surface calmly reflects the stars and dust of the entire universe.

His "path to the limit" is no longer just about pursuing the limit of strength, but also about pursuing the limit of cognition and state of mind.

He realized more and more clearly that his own path was unique.

Ordinary opportunities, even the inheritance of a venerable master, are merely supplements to his "knowledge" rather than a completion of his "foundation."

He needs—

He used the Primordial Divine Gold to forge his invulnerable Ultimate Imperial Body.

The Primal Fire will ignite his Primal Furnace, which devours the heavens and the earth.

He uses the [Primal Secret Technique] to perfect his [Ultimate Great Dao], which transcends all laws.

These are the true "pieces" of his rise to the rank of emperor.

However, treasures of this caliber are extremely rare, even in the Golden Age, and are highly sought after but impossible to obtain. They are the cornerstones of the universe, and their appearance inevitably triggers the highest level of bloodshed and chaos.

Qin Feng was very patient.

He was like a seasoned hunter, quietly waiting in the dark forest for his unique prey to reveal itself.

The day he had been waiting for finally arrived.

【Tian Shu Star Region】.

This is a neutral star system renowned throughout the universe. It does not belong to any elite race and is controlled by an ancient information trading organization called the "Thousand Machine Pavilion".

Here, the only accepted currency is not cosmic crystals, nor rare items, but... intelligence.

As long as you can afford it, you can buy any information you want here—from the private hobbies of a powerful king to the latest military movements of a top-tier clan.

The Oracle, disguised as an inconspicuous shuttle, was docked at the public port of Linglong Star, the main star of the Tian Shu Star Region.

Qin Feng stepped off the shuttle ship as a "vanguard".

Instead of going to the magnificent headquarters of the Thousand Machine Pavilion, he turned into a dark, chaotic backstreet filled with various energies and information flows.

This is the black market for intelligence.

He entered a tavern called "Listening to the Wind Pavilion".

The tavern was dimly lit and filled with all sorts of people; in every corner, it seemed as if secret transactions were taking place.

Qin Feng found a corner to sit down, ordered a very ordinary drink, and then his consciousness, like an invisible spider web, instantly enveloped the entire tavern.

With his current divine sense strength comparable to that of a top-tier emperor, coupled with the mechanical race's talent in information processing, all the public, encrypted, and even subconscious information flows here have nowhere to hide.

Countless chaotic pieces of information flooded into his sea of ​​consciousness, where they were instantly filtered, categorized, and organized by the subsystems of the [Supreme Mechanical God's Brain].

"...Have you heard? The crown prince of the Blood Demon Clan was murdered in the 'Abyss of Fallen Gods,' and the Blood Demon Emperor is now offering a massive bounty on the killer..."

"...Breaking news: A colossal 'Source Crystal Vein' has been discovered in the [Sky Beetle Star Region], and the major powers are already locked in a fierce battle..."

"...Don't go to the 'Azure Star Sea,' that place is currently plagued by a 'space-time plague,' even a King-level cultivator might have their foundation rotted if they go there..."

These are all useless noise.

Qin Feng patiently screened the samples.

Finally, a faint, encrypted divine thought exchange caught his attention.

This is the innermost part of the tavern, a conversation between two figures shrouded in dark cloaks.

"...Did you bring the things?"

"...I brought it. But the information you requested is far too valuable. This isn't enough."

"...Add this one too."

A crystal emitting faint fluctuations of the laws of time was pushed over.

The man's breathing quickened for a moment, then returned to normal: "...Okay. What do you want to know?"

"What's going on with the recent anomalies in the Crimson Calamity Starfield? All my men have gone missing after they went in."

The other party was silent for a moment, seemingly weighing the pros and cons, before finally saying slowly, "...There, a fragment of a 'Primordial Secret Realm' has appeared."

The word "original" instantly locked Qin Feng's consciousness onto it.

"The Primordial Realm? Really?"

"Absolutely true. According to the intelligence we've received, it seems that within that secret realm... a wisp of the legendary..."

He paused, and even the transmission of divine thoughts became extremely difficult.

"...[Primordial Fire]".

boom!
At this moment, Qin Feng's sea of ​​consciousness, that deep, still sea, finally stirred with a real ripple.

found it!
One of the "puzzle pieces" he had been searching for for 100,000 years without success!

The figure was clearly utterly shocked by the news, exclaiming, "How is this possible! Isn't that kind of thing only found at the very beginning of the universe?"

"In this golden age, anything is possible. However, I advise you to give up the idea. Those who are eyeing that thing are beyond our level to deal with."

"……who is it?"

"As far as I know, at least three have already descended upon the [Crimson Calamity Starfield]."

“Each one of them is a monster who, like the former ‘fierce god’ Qin Feng, has embarked on the ‘path to godhood’.”

"The first one is the Nine Transformations Prince, the Divine Silkworm King, from the Divine Silkworm Clan. Legend has it that he has nine chances to be reborn from the ashes, and he becomes stronger with each death. He has already died eight times."

"The second one is the Golden Bloodline from the [Clan], the [War Martial King]. A pure battle maniac, his martial arts are about fighting, getting stronger with each battle, without end."

"As for the third one..."

His voice was lowered even further, "From the most mysterious Ancient Void Clan, the one who claims to have touched the 'Origin of Space'... the Ancient Void King."

The Divine Silkworm King.

King Zhanwu.

King Guxu.

Each of the three names represents a near-invincible legend on the [List of Kings].

They are the chosen ones, born in this golden age. They are unparalleled geniuses, on par with Qin Feng before his "fall."

Now, these three monsters have gathered in the Crimson Calamity Starfield for that wisp of [Primordial Flame].

One can imagine how terrifying that place must be, a den of dragons and tigers.

He silently put away his chips, stood up, and disappeared into the darkness without looking back.

Clearly, he gave up.

In a corner of the tavern, Qin Feng slowly put down his wine glass.

For the first time in all these long ten thousand years, those eyes hidden beneath the cold mask ignited a true...burning heat.

A prodigy on the path to godhood?

Just right.

To take his "path to the limit" to the next level, he needs the finest whetstone.

And that wisp of [Primordial Flame]...

He's the one.

The figure of "Vanguard" vanished silently from the tavern, as if he had never existed.

At the port of Linglong Star, the unremarkable shuttle set sail once again.

This time, its destination was crystal clear—

【Crimson Calamity Starfield】!
(End of this chapter)