High Martial Arts: Liver Becomes the Master of the Universe

Chapter 373 Interstellar Void Desert! Remnants of the Old Era?! No one is leaving today!

The hull of the Oracle, like a streak of black lightning, silently tore through the dark curtain of the universe, smoothly gliding into a vast star field that appeared ominous dark red.

This is the Crimson Calamity Starfield.

In this lawless realm of the universe, chaos and order achieve a bizarre balance.

Countless space pirate groups, outlaws, information brokers, and ascetics seeking opportunities converge here, forming a complex and diverse ecosystem. There are no rules here, or rather, the only rule is strength.

Qin Feng sat upright on the throne on the bridge, his mechanical avatar "Vanguard" its eyes gleaming with a faint golden light. The terrifying computing power of the [Primordial Singularity] operated silently behind him, analyzing billions of public information streams in this star field. Ten thousand years had passed since he left [Tianxuan Pass].

Throughout these long years, he traveled through the Golden Age as a "vanguard," while simultaneously refining his own path and continuously digesting and absorbing the twelve clan-protecting divine arts forged in the sacred ground of the Mechanical Race, the "Study of God," transforming them into his own foundation.

Meanwhile, he was also searching for the ultimate opportunity that could allow him to make a decisive move and ascend to the rank of Emperor—the [Primordial Fire].

The information from [Listening Wind Pavilion] was the most crucial clue he received from the intelligence network he had built at great expense during his 100,000 years of travels, clearly pointing to the appearance of [Primordial Flame] in this chaotic Crimson Calamity Starfield.

The Oracle, as the exclusive vehicle of the Mechanical God, is itself a mobile top-tier royal-level war fortress, possessing unparalleled stealth and information processing capabilities.

It silently entered the asteroid belt of a long-abandoned mineral planet, like a ghost blending into the darkness, without alerting any forces.

Qin Feng did not choose to appear in person.

He connected to the underground network of the Crimson Calamity Starfield through the Oracle and, posing as an anonymous top-tier buyer, simultaneously sent requests to the three largest intelligence organizations in the starfield to purchase all information related to the Primal Flame.

He spared no expense, paying a deposit equivalent to three complete, top-tier king-level mineral veins.

Such an astonishing move instantly prompted the three major intelligence organizations to raise his requirements to the highest level. Just half a cosmic hour later, three encrypted intelligence reports with highly overlapping content were transmitted to the Oracle's main control system.

"Interstellar Void..."

Qin Feng's fingertips lightly swept across the void, bringing up the core content of the intelligence.

All three intelligence reports clearly indicate that the traces of the "Primordial Flame" ultimately point to a very special interstellar void within the Crimson Calamity Starfield, known as the "Desert."

The universe is not uniformly distributed. Between galaxies, there are vast regions with extremely low matter density, which are called interstellar voids.

The [Desert] is the largest and oldest void within the Crimson Calamity Starfield. Its vastness is enough to accommodate thousands of cosmic nations, yet it contains only a handful of ancient, long-dead star system remnants.

Even more terrifying is that the spatial structure inside the desert is extremely chaotic, with gravity and spatial reference points being almost zero, making it resemble a true and absolute void.

Ordinary interstellar travel methods are completely ineffective here. Even powerful individuals below the King level who rashly venture in will lose their way completely in a short time and eventually be swallowed up by endless loneliness and nothingness until their life force is exhausted and they die.

Only those who have been granted the title of King are allowed to enter. This is a consensus among all the powerful beings in the Crimson Calamity Starfield.

"The location has been identified."

Qin Feng closed the intelligence interface, his eyes remaining calm and expressionless.

For him, the harsh environment of the desert was not an obstacle.

With the Oracle and his own understanding of the laws of space, he was more than capable of handling this challenge. What he was truly concerned about was another piece of information accompanying the intelligence report.

"The Divine Silkworm King, the War Martial King, and the Ancient Void King... these three prodigies of the new era have already entered the [Desert]."

Qin Feng retrieved the information on these three people.

These are the new generation of top figures born from the [Golden Age]. Each of them has embarked on the path of godhood, and their combat power is approaching the peak of the King-level. They are peerless geniuses of the same level as his original self, "Qin Feng," before his fall.

"The Golden Age truly lives up to its name."

Qin Feng's consciousness sank into the virtual network of the universe, wanting to see what the current [King's List] looked like.

When that golden list unfolded before his eyes, even with his composure cultivated over hundreds of thousands of years, he couldn't help but feel a slight ripple.

The names on the list change extremely frequently; almost every few years, the top 100 rankings undergo a dramatic reshuffle. Most of the familiar old kings have now disappeared, replaced by unfamiliar names full of sharp edge, representing the rise of a new era.

The update log for the [King's List] is filled with bloody records such as "So-and-so, a prodigy from the Divine Path, has made it onto the list", "So-and-so, a veteran king, has been defeated", and "So-and-so, a new king, has fallen".

The entire list seemed to have turned into a cruel meat grinder, with almost no one who had been crowned a king able to stay on the list for a full hundred years.

Either they are defeated by stronger opponents and fall off the list;

Alternatively, they would be killed outright in the brutal competition and completely wiped out.

This was an unprecedentedly brilliant era, and also an unprecedentedly bloody one.

Qin Feng's gaze slowly swept across the list, searching for the name that once belonged to him.

[The Vanguard]

He found it quickly, but it was buried in the dust of history. His identity as the "Holy Son," a traitor to the Machine Race, and his feat of slaughtering an emperor with a single finger at Martial Peak, which propelled him to tenth place on the [Imperial Ranking], had long since rendered his title of King a thing of the past.

But even earlier, he achieved an impressive eight-million-win streak at Wudou Mountain under the name "Vanguard," leaving a significant mark on the "King's List."

However, that name has long since been pushed to the far left of the rankings and has completely disappeared from the current lists.

"Even my name has been buried..."

A subtle, enigmatic smile curved Qin Feng's lips.

This is not self-deprecation, but a cold sense of satisfaction.

The more turbulent the tides of the times, the more new powerhouses emerge, and the more it proves the potential of this "Golden Age".

This also means that the enemies he will face in the future will become stronger and stronger, and the "path to the limit" he is about to take will face a real test.

He closed the [Imperial Conferment List], his heart no longer stirred.

The changing winds and clouds in the outside world are nothing more than the ebb and flow of the chessboard to him. And he remains the chess player behind the scenes.

"Target: [Desert] Interstellar Void."

The cold command was issued, and a barely perceptible spatial ripple appeared on the surface of the Oracle's hull. It then silently merged into the void and sped towards the huge void known as the forbidden zone of life.

……

【Desert】At the edge of the interstellar void, space presents a strange sense of distortion.

From the outside, it wasn't pure darkness, but rather an "absolute nothingness" that seemed to devour light and perception.

The Oracle smoothly entered this void, and the external view of the bridge instantly turned into chaos. All starlight and all reference points disappeared in an instant.

Instead, there is an eternal loneliness and deathly stillness that can drive the weak-willed mad in an instant.

Qin Feng ignored this.

He had already tempered his Dao heart to an indestructible state through 150,000 years of illusory mental warfare.

For him, this level of environmental influence was like a gentle breeze.

The Oracle's navigation system has switched to "beacon mode." Relying on Qin Feng's understanding of spatial principles engraved in the ship's core and the simulation and deduction of the Primordial Singularity, it is steadfastly sailing towards the coordinates indicated by intelligence in this absolutely disorienting sea of ​​nothingness.

The voyage was tedious, but the desert was not truly empty.

As he ventured deeper, Qin Feng began to encounter other explorers.

Without exception, all of these people were powerful figures at the King level.

They either piloted specially made starships or traversed the void with their powerful physical bodies, each exuding a formidable aura, their target clearly the legendary [Primordial Fire].

Meeting means conflict.

In this lawless desert, every powerful person you encounter is a potential competitor for treasure, and also a walking "treasure trove".

"Om-"

A menacing starship, its entire body constructed of skeleton, arrogantly blocked the path of the Oracle.

On the starship, three Corpse Kings, exuding a dense aura of death, stared at the strangely shaped black ship with their empty eye sockets.

"Mechanical race ships? Leave your star map and all your resources, and I may spare your life."

The leading Corpse King emitted a dry yet domineering wave of divine thought.

He was a ruthless bandit who had roamed the Crimson Calamity Starfield for many years, possessing the cultivation of a mid-level King. He believed that he could act with impunity in this [Desert].

Qin Feng didn't even get up from his throne.

He merely raised his eyelids and glanced indifferently at the three corpse kings projected on the outside.

The next instant, a faint golden ray of light, almost invisible to the naked eye, flashed past the bow of the Oracle.

【Ultimate Divine Light】.

This unique skill, which he had deduced to the level of a royal-grade secret technique, is now used with such ease and fluency that it is as natural as an extension of one's own arm, as effortless as a gazelle hanging its horns, leaving no trace whatsoever.

The divine senses of the three Corpse Clan Kings were still stuck at the level of "threat." Before their thoughts could even generate the idea of ​​"danger," their royal bodies, along with that hideous skeletal starship, were completely erased from the core of their life imprints by that golden divine light at the same time.

There was no explosion, no energy shock, and not even a speck of smoke.

They simply vanished into thin air, as if they had never existed in this universe.

The Oracle maintained its speed without changing, smoothly passing by the spot where they disappeared, as if it were crushing a tiny speck of dust.

With a slight thought, Qin Feng extracted the spatial equipment left behind by the three Corpse Kings into the ship.

After some investigation, in addition to a large amount of cultivation resources, he also obtained a more detailed star map and an important piece of information.

"Universal True Fire..."

This is the new name that the seekers have given to the "Primordial Fire".

According to the intelligence gathered by these Corpse Kings, the [Universal True Fire] possesses extremely strange characteristics. It does not quietly wait in one place for a destined person, but rather performs random spatial jumps within the vast void of the [Desert].

Each jump covers an extremely long distance and its location is unpredictable. This makes the pursuit of it a massive "hunt".

Large numbers of cultivators, like hounds chasing after phantoms, were frantically searching this vast desert, trying to pinpoint the location where the Universal True Fire would appear next.

"Flames that can continuously leap through space..."

A thoughtful look flashed in Qin Feng's eyes.

This characteristic doesn't seem like a natural cosmic wonder; rather, it's more like... a decoy.

He didn't draw a conclusion immediately, but kept this doubt in his heart.

During the rest of the voyage, he encountered more than a dozen waves of enemies.

There are greedy space pirates, solitary ascetics, and alien kings who form small teams.

Qin Feng's approach to dealing with these provocative enemies has always been consistent.

A beam of [Ultimate Divine Light].

No one who had been granted the title of King could withstand even a single breath under his attack. Having annihilated renowned Emperors with a flick of his finger, dealing with these Kings was now easier than crushing an ant.

Through constant killing and soul-searching, the intelligence he gathered became increasingly comprehensive and detailed.

He learned that although the jumps of the [Universal True Fire] seemed to be random, top experts had deduced that the endpoint of its jumps seemed to vaguely point to the very center of the [Desert] void—a special area known as the "Abyss of Annihilation".

Therefore, almost all the powerful individuals who pursue the [True Fire of the Universe] are consciously or unconsciously converging in that direction.

The three prodigies of the Divine Path—Divine Silkworm King, War Martial King, and Ancient Void King—had already reached the outer edge of the Abyss of Annihilation.

A storm seems to be brewing there.

Qin Feng adjusted the course of the Oracle, heading straight for the Abyss of Annihilation.

He had a premonition that this chase, which had lasted for tens of thousands of years, might soon come to an end.

However, this outcome may not be what everyone expects.

……

The closer one gets to the abyss of annihilation, the more violent the chaotic energy in the space becomes.

Even the Oracle had to slow down to deal with the spatial rifts and energy tides that could appear at any time.

Along the way, Qin Feng saw more and more signs of battle.

The shattered wreckage of the starship, the lingering fluctuations of laws, and even the immortal royal blood left behind by a fallen king-level expert, all emitted a faint light in the void of darkness.

The competition here has clearly entered a fierce stage.

Finally, after sailing for several months, the Oracle's detection system detected an extremely unusual energy fluctuation.

It was a vast, boundless energy source, filled with the contradictory auras of life and destruction, located right at the center of the abyss of annihilation.

"found it?"

Qin Feng's gaze pierced through the endless void, looking in that direction.

However, when the Oracle silently crept to the vicinity of the source of the energy fluctuations, what it saw was not the True Fire of the Universe.

It was a massive super array constructed from countless divine metals and array plates.

At the core of the great formation, suspended in the air, is an energy core the size of a human head, radiating endless light and heat; this is the source of that energy fluctuation.

That was not the real "Primordial Fire," but a lifelike simulation of energy.

Around the great formation, hundreds of corpses of powerful kings lay scattered about.

The greed and fanaticism they displayed before death still lingered on their faces. Clearly, they were mercilessly annihilated by the power of the great formation the instant they approached the "true fire."

This is a game.

A shocking killing scheme that uses the Primordial Flame as bait to lure powerful beings from all over the universe to their deaths!

The moment Qin Feng realized all this, the silent super array suddenly shone brightly.

Visible chains of laws shot into the sky from the edge of the great formation, instantly piercing through the boundary of the entire [Desert] interstellar void.

"Buzzing—"

The entire desert, this vast and boundless void, trembled violently at that moment.

The space was sealed off.

Qin Feng immediately realized that all communication between the [Oracle] and the outside world had been severed. Even his attempt to analyze the spatial structure through the [Primordial Singularity] to find a weak point for teleportation was forcibly blocked by an even more magnificent and domineering force of law.

This desert has been transformed into an isolated and completely closed prison.

The outside world will have no idea what happened here.

Unless... the master who set up this great formation is killed, no one can leave!

"Hahahahahaha!"

A wild and domineering laugh echoed in the ears of every living being in the entire [Desert] void.

"Welcome, everyone, to the hunting ground I have prepared for you—the Tomb of Ten Thousand Kings!"

The sound originated from the center of the great formation.

A figure slowly emerged from behind the energy core disguised as the [Universal True Fire].

He wore a robe of ethereal emptiness, his face was handsome yet sinister, and his eyes seemed to hold the birth and death of stars. His aura was as deep as an abyss, clearly that he was also a peak-level king who had embarked on the path of divinity.

He is none other than one of the three great prodigies of the Divine Path, the Ancient Void King!
"King Gu Xu! Was this a trap you set?"

Another cold voice sounded.

On the other side of the battlefield, a young man dressed in a golden silk robe, with a noble and aloof demeanor, was calmly suspended in the air. Countless subtle spatial laws were wrapped around him like silkworm threads.

The prodigy on the path to divinity, the [Divine Silkworm King]!
"And I!"

With a roar filled with boundless fighting spirit, a burly man with bulging muscles, wielding a giant axe that could split the heavens, tore through the void and strode out.

With each step he took, the void beneath his feet trembled, as if unable to withstand the terrifying power of his physical body.

A prodigy on the path to godhood, the [Battle King]!
The two of them were clearly attracted by the illusion of the [Universal True Fire], but thanks to their keen intuition and powerful strength as prodigies on the Divine Path, they did not approach rashly like the other kings, thus escaping disaster.

But at this moment, they were also trapped in this [Tomb of Ten Thousand Kings] formation.

Looking at the two of them, King Gu Xu's smile grew even more cruel: "Divine Silkworm King, War Martial King, I've long wanted to experience your methods. I just didn't expect you to cooperate so readily, willingly walking into my trap. Very well, today, I'll use your Origin Divine Path as a congratulatory gift for my ascension to the Emperor rank!"

His ambition is obvious.

He set up this shocking trap not only to plunder the treasures of ordinary kings, but his main target was the Divine Silkworm King and the War Martial King, who were also geniuses on the Divine Path!

He wants to hunt down beings of the same level, seize their Dao Fruits, and thus pave his own path to supreme power!
"Insanity!"

King Zhanwu roared, and the giant axe in his hand burst forth with terrifying divine light. "You cowardly rat who dares to spout such nonsense? Watch me cleave your broken formation in two with one axe!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already transformed into a streak of light, carrying the power to create the world, and fiercely cleaved the chains of laws that sealed the heavens and the earth with his axe.

However, the terrifying axe light, powerful enough to cleave a vast universe, only stirred up a ripple when it struck the chains of law, leaving not even a crack.

For the first time, Zhanwu King's expression turned serious.

"Don't waste your efforts."

King Gu Xu scoffed, "This [Tomb of Ten Thousand Kings] is the ultimate formation I painstakingly set up over ten thousand years, with a broken world artifact as its core. Unless your attacks can instantly surpass the level of a top-tier Emperor, there is absolutely no way you can break it."

Both the Divine Silkworm King and the War Warrior King felt their hearts sink.

The power of a deadly trap meticulously prepared over 100,000 years is unimaginable.

"It seems the only way is to kill you."

The Divine Silkworm King's voice remained cold, but a chilling killing intent had already ignited in his eyes.

Three of the most outstanding prodigies of the new era, standing in a three-way standoff within this sealed cage, their terrifying auras colliding in the void, causing the surrounding space to distort and groan. Unbeknownst to any of them, in a dark corner far from the center of the battlefield, a pitch-black ship, like the deepest shadow, silently hovered.

Inside the Oracle, Qin Feng watched the scene before him with a calm expression.

His arrival was unexpected.

He originally intended to conceal himself, sit back and watch the three prodigies fight it out, and then find a way to break the deadlock.

However, King Gu Xu clearly did not give him that opportunity.

"Hehe, I almost forgot, there's another guest here."

The Ancient Void King's gaze, like two sharp swords, instantly pierced through the endless darkness, locking onto the location of the [Oracle] with unparalleled precision.

"You've been hiding for so long, shouldn't you show yourself and give us a look?"

As he finished speaking, the power of the [Tomb of Ten Thousand Kings] formation was activated.

A pillar of light composed of pure laws descended from the sky, like a giant spotlight, completely enveloping the [Oracle].

Under the astonished and uncertain gazes of the Divine Silkworm King and the War Martial King, the darkness was dispelled, revealing the cold, metallic hull of the [Oracle].

"Huh? There's another one?"

King Zhanwu frowned.

"To be able to sneak here silently, evading the senses of the three of us... this person is no ordinary individual." The Divine Silkworm King's eyes also became wary.

King Gu Xu examined the [Oracle] with great interest. After a moment, he seemed to remember something, and a look of surprise appeared on his face: "The style of this ship... You are... that mechanical traitor who disappeared more than a million years ago, 'Vanguard'?"

The mention of this name surprised both the Divine Silkworm King and the War Warrior King.

Although they were the pride of the new era, they had heard of some legendary figures since the beginning of the Golden Age. In particular, the name "Vanguard" had created a legend of eight million consecutive victories on Martial Arts Mountain, and was once considered to be the ceiling of combat power for those at the King Realm in that era.

However, he has been gone for too long.

So long that everyone thought he had perished somewhere, or had long been eliminated by the tides of time.

I never expected that I would reappear here today, in this way.

Under the watchful eyes of the three prodigies of the Divine Path, the bridge hatch of the [Oracle] slowly opened.

Qin Feng, dressed in the iconic black armor of the "Vanguard," took a step forward and hovered in the void.

His aura was perfectly concealed, making him appear no different from an ordinary peak-level King, but his indifferent golden eyes seemed to contain an ancient universe, so profound that they made one's heart tremble.

one two three four.

Four of the most powerful kings in the world today.

The three are prodigies born from the golden age, and the other is an undefeated legend from the previous era.

In this death trap called the Tomb of Ten Thousand Kings, they became each other's hunters and each other's prey.

The situation became increasingly unpredictable and dangerous.

……

Within the deathly prison formed by the interstellar void in the desert, the atmosphere froze to freezing point.

Ancient Void King, Divine Silkworm King, and War Martial King, three divine prodigies representing the pinnacle of combat power in this golden age, formed a triangle, surrounding the black ship that had suddenly intruded and the mysterious figure that emerged from it.

Their energies intertwined and collided, causing ripples of unbearable strain to spread through the surrounding void.

However, Qin Feng, who was at the center of the storm, seemed to be detached from it all.

He hovered calmly in front of the Oracle, his mechanical armor reflecting a cold and profound luster under the light of the Tomb of Ten Thousand Kings array.

His aura was extremely restrained, like a stubborn rock thrown into the deep sea, without stirring up any waves, yet exuding an indescribable sense of heaviness originating from existence itself.

"Vanguard..."

Gu Xuwang savored the title, his eerie eyes, which seemed to hold the power of the stars' birth and death, scanning Qin Feng relentlessly, trying to see through him completely.

"A name long forgotten by time. I'm rather curious, what gave you the courage to venture into the hunting grounds I've laid out? Do you really think that you can be compared to us, beings walking the divine path of the new era, based on ancient legends from millions of years ago?"

His words were filled with undisguised contempt and arrogance.

In his view, the so-called "vanguard" were nothing more than remnants of the old era. The tide of the golden age was so turbulent that millions of years were enough to turn rivers and seas into mulberry fields. The former kings, in this era of outstanding talents, might not even be able to make a ripple.

On the mighty body of the War King, the fighting spirit burned fiercely like a tangible flame.

He gripped the giant axe that split the heavens tightly, his gaze sweeping back and forth between the Ancient Void King, the Divine Silkworm King, and Qin Feng. His voice boomed like a bell: "Enough nonsense! Ancient Void King, you set up this trap simply to wipe us all out in one fell swoop."

And you, Divine Silkworm King, stop pretending. Add to that this old relic who popped out of who-knows-where! Today, of the four of us, only one can walk out standing! Come, let's fight!"

He was a pure martial artist, disdainful of intrigue and treachery, believing only in the axe in his hand. In his eyes, these three were merely whetstones on his path to the pinnacle of martial arts.

Compared to the sinister aura of the Ancient Void King and the unrestrained arrogance of the War Martial King, the Divine Silkworm King appeared much calmer. His gaze remained fixed on Qin Feng, his brows furrowing almost imperceptibly.

He couldn't see through anything.

He could not sense any threatening aura from Qin Feng, nor could he fathom the depth of his laws.

The other person stood there quietly, seemingly one with the void, yet also distinctly separate from this universe. This contradictory feeling stirred an inexplicable sense of wariness within him.

This is by no means a simple case of "remnants of the old era".

"War King, you're still so impatient."

King Gu Xu chuckled, then refocused his gaze on Qin Feng. "However, he's right. Before we can have a proper 'exchange' with you two, we need to clear out the irrelevant fry first."

He raised his hand and pointed at Qin Feng, his posture like a god proclaiming the fate of mortals.

"Vanguard, I'm giving you a chance. Kneel down, offer up your soul essence and that ship, and become my servant. I can let you live and witness with your own eyes how I, the Ancient Void King, ascended to the Emperor Realm by stepping on the corpses of the Divine Silkworm King and the War Martial King."

His voice was alluring, yet carried an undeniable air of dominance. It wasn't a recruitment, but rather a condescending act of charity.

Qin Feng finally reacted.

He slowly raised his indifferent golden eyes and calmly gazed at the ancient "King".

There was no anger, no fear, not even the slightest fluctuation of emotion. His gaze was as if he were looking at a...dead object.

"Noisy."

Two words were uttered softly from his mouth.

The sound wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of every powerful person present.

"court death!"

King Gu Xu was instantly enraged. As a prodigy on the Divine Path and the mastermind behind this earth-shattering killing scheme, how could he have ever been so disrespected?

"I originally intended to spare your life, but since you're so eager to die, I will grant your wish!"

The moment he finished speaking, the [Tomb of Ten Thousand Kings] formation behind him suddenly started operating.

Endless void power was mobilized, transforming into a gigantic, sky-covering hand that fiercely grabbed at Qin Feng.

This strike combined the divine path laws of the Ancient Void King with the supreme power of the great formation. Its power was infinitely close to, and even surpassed, that of ordinary top-tier emperors in some aspects!

He wanted to crush this arrogant old relic, along with his ships, into cosmic dust with a single blow!
Faced with this devastating attack, both Zhanwu King and Shencan King instinctively retreated a distance, their eyes grave. They asked themselves, if they were Guxu King's target, would they also have to go all out, or even use their trump cards, to withstand such an attack?

This guy called "Vanguard" is doomed.

However, just a moment before that ethereal hand was about to touch Qin Feng's body.

Qin Feng moved.

He did not adopt any defensive stance, nor did he unleash any earth-shattering secret techniques.

He simply... raised his right hand, joined his index and middle fingers, and gently touched the crushing void hand, and behind it, the Ancient Void King with a cruel smile.

The movements were casual, as if brushing dust off one's shoulders.

The instant his fingertip touched the paper, a point of golden light bloomed at his fingertip.

That golden light was so small, so restrained, that it was as insignificant as a firefly vying for brilliance with the bright moon in the face of the world-destroying void hand.

But this tiny glimmer of golden light, in the instant it appeared, seemed to become the only thing in the entire universe.

Time seemed to slow down infinitely at this moment.

The Divine Silkworm King's eyes, which could see through the essence of space, suddenly shrank to the size of a pinhead.

He saw that the golden light was not stationary, but was extending forward at a speed beyond his comprehension.

It is not a beam of light, nor an energy surge; it is more like a line of "absolute" law.

At this moment, Zhanwu Wang's battle-hardened intuition issued an unprecedented and heart-wrenching alarm to him.

His muscles tensed instantly, and a primal, uncontrollable shudder surged from the depths of his soul. It wasn't awe of power, but the purest fear of death itself.

【Ultimate Divine Light】.

The golden lines of law flashed by in an instant.

It did not collide with that enormous, all-encompassing hand of nothingness.

It passed right through.

It pierced through the raging energy, through the layers of space, and through the barriers of time.

Then, with perfect precision, it landed on the Ancient Void King's brow, which was adorned with a cruel smile.

The expression on Gu Xu Wang's face froze.

The eeriness and arrogance in his eyes were instantly replaced by an extreme sense of bewilderment and emptiness.

He seemed to want to say something, but his mind could no longer drive his body.

next moment.

"puff."

A faint, almost inaudible sound, like a bubble bursting, rang out.

The body of the Ancient Void King vanished silently, starting from between his eyebrows.

It's not an explosion, not decomposition, but the most thorough "erasure" at the level of existence.

His divine body, his soul, his primordial divine path, all the traces he left in this universe... all vanished in that instant into the purest "nothingness".

As he disappeared, the ethereal hand that was about to strike Qin Feng also collapsed and vanished without a trace, like a phantom that had lost its source.

The super array of the Tomb of Ten Thousand Kings, which sealed off the entire interstellar void of the Desert, also dimmed rapidly the moment it lost the control of its master, and countless complex array patterns began to collapse and disintegrate.

The once impregnable cage is failing at a visible rate.

The whole world fell into dead silence.

Absolute silence.

Zhanwu King remained frozen in place, his retreating posture causing his massive body to tremble slightly for the first time.

The colossal axe in his hand felt as heavy as billions of stars.

His mind was blank, with only that insignificant golden ray of light flashing repeatedly.

what is that?
What it is?
One strike...

Just one strike...

A prodigy on the Divine Path who was of the same level as him, and even more troublesome in some aspects, a ruthless tyrant who had meticulously planned for 100,000 years and manipulated them all... just like that... gone?
There wasn't even a scream or a struggle.

It was just "erased" like that?
The Divine Silkworm King was in slightly better condition than the War Warrior King, but his face was also deathly pale.

His proud understanding of spatial laws completely lost its effect in that instant.

He watched helplessly as the golden light appeared, extended, struck, and vanished. His mind could keep up with the whole process, but his body and his laws didn't even have time to make the most basic reaction.

quick?
No, that's beyond what "fast" can describe.

That's a higher-dimensional attack, a "truth" that ignores the process and goes straight to the result.

The way he looked at Qin Feng had completely changed.

In those eyes, there was no longer any wariness, no longer any scrutiny, only... a profound awe and... fear that arises when facing the unknown, when facing a great being that cannot be understood.

A remnant of the old era?

Old antique?
Trash fish?

The mocking words of the Ancient King before his death sound so absurd and laughable now.

What kind of monster did they provoke?!

"The formation...the formation is about to disappear!"

Zhanwu Wang was the first to recover from the extreme shock. His fighting spirit, which had been suppressed by fear, was instantly replaced by the instinct to survive.

Without even glancing at Qin Feng, he roared and transformed into a streak of light, fleeing madly toward the edge of the collapsing [Tomb of Ten Thousand Kings] formation!

He had only one thought in his mind: escape!
The further away the better!

The further away from that black-armored mechanical race, the better!

The Divine Silkworm King reacted almost simultaneously.

The laws of space surged wildly around his body, and he seemed to transform into a phantom shadow, disappearing in another direction at an incredible angle.

His speed was even slightly faster than that of the War King!
They were all among the most outstanding talents of their time, with incredibly firm wills.

But after witnessing the incomprehensible way in which the Ancient King died, all their pride and confidence were shattered.

They didn't even have the courage to fight Qin Feng.

The Tomb of Ten Thousand Kings is collapsing, the prison is about to open, this is their only chance!
Qin Feng's expression remained unchanged as he watched the two figures flee for their lives.

He simply raised his left hand slowly, spread his five fingers, and gently clenched them towards the vast void.

“I have said that this place is a hunting ground.”

He spoke slowly in a calm, factual tone.

"The prey cannot leave without the hunter's permission."

As he finished speaking, his hand clenched.

A sudden change occurs!
"Om-!"

One after another, golden divine lights, thicker and more dazzling than the previous [Limited Divine Light], burst forth from Qin Feng's palm.

These divine lights did not strike anyone, but instead shot out at a speed exceeding that of light in all directions, encompassing the entire desolate desert!
They instantly reached the boundary of the collapsing [Tomb of Ten Thousand Kings] formation, and then, like living golden vines, took its place!
Golden chains of law appeared out of thin air!

These chains are inscribed with Qin Feng's supreme understanding of the Way of "Limits" and flow with the most perfect and solid law structure deduced by the [Primordial Singularity].

A brand new, super array composed of pure golden laws, with a wider range, a more domineering aura, a more unshakeable force, and a more despair-inducing force, was formed in a mere instant!

[Ultimate Grand Array]!
This grand formation directly covered and replaced the original [Tomb of Ten Thousand Kings], sealing off the entire [Desert] interstellar void once again, and even more thoroughly!
"clang!"

The War King's colossal axe, imbued with boundless power, slammed fiercely into the newly formed golden light barrier.

However, this time, not even a ripple was stirred up.

An irresistible, terrifying force containing the true meaning of "limit" rebounded from the light barrier.

"puff!"

King Zhanwu was struck as if by lightning. He spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backward like a kite with a broken string. He almost dropped the giant axe in his hand.

On the other side, the Divine Silkworm King used spatial teleportation, and was about to break through the thin light barrier, but he crashed into it head-on, as if he had hit a "conceptual" wall that could not be overcome by any spatial laws. He groaned and fell out of the void, a trace of blood also spilling from the corner of his mouth.

The two steadied themselves, their faces ashen as they stared at the golden light barrier that had bathed the entire world in its golden hue, feeling the vast, absolute, and irresistible will emanating from it.

Four words simultaneously welled up in their hearts.

There is no way to heaven and no way to earth!
The two slowly and stiffly turned their heads to look at the black-armored figure that was still suspended in the center of the void, slowly lowering his left hand.

Fear, like an endless abyss, completely devoured their minds.

What did they do?
They watched as the Ancient Void King provoked a being they could not comprehend, like spectators at a play.

They thought that with King Guxu dead, they could escape.

They are wrong.

How wrong.

King Gu Xu, that self-proclaimed hunter, was, from the very beginning, just like them—a slightly larger…prey.

They didn't escape the tiger's mouth; they delivered themselves into the dragon's den!
How could this be considered escaping a trap?
This is clearly... letting a wolf into the house! No, this "wolf" is a billion times more terrifying than anything they could imagine!
Qin Feng turned around, his indifferent golden eyes calmly sweeping over the faces of the Divine Silkworm King and the War Martial King, which were filled with horror and despair.

He spoke slowly, his voice not loud, yet it resounded like the final judgment within the golden cage.

"Now, no one can leave."

(End of this chapter)