High Martial Arts: Liver Becomes the Master of the Universe

Chapter 384 Ultimate God Emperor! Heading to the Cosmic Sea! Top-Tier Powerhouse! First Trial, Burial Ground!
Human Race Holy Academy, Ultimate Dojo.

Beside the ancient stone table, Qin Feng and the Lord of Limits had just finished their discussion.

In the air, the profound truths about "depth," "breadth," and "uniqueness" seemed to still linger and echo, making this independent space-time appear even more profound.

Qin Feng sat quietly with his eyes closed, like an ancient, unmoving statue.

His consciousness was immersed in the vast information he had just learned. In his mind, the "Endless Sea," the "Seventy-two Divine Gates," the "Primordial Fire," and the four evil gods who had planned for eternity together outlined an ultimate picture of the universe that was far more vast and dangerous than he had imagined.

Previously, although he had already stood at the pinnacle of the Emperor realm and was recognized by the will of the universe as "invincible below the Saints," he still felt that there was an indescribable barrier in front of him, which was indestructible.

Now, the words of the Lord of Limits, like a lightning bolt tearing through the fog, illuminated his path forward.

The path to sainthood is not simply about accumulating power, but about the ultimate perfection and sublimation of one's own "Dao".

His "path to the ultimate" has already achieved astonishing "depth" and "breadth," but it still lacks the final piece of the puzzle to achieve "uniqueness"—the "primordial thing."

And this final opportunity lies in the ultimate place known as the "Battlefield of the Gods" and the "Graveyard of All Races"—the Endless Sea.

After a long while, Qin Feng slowly opened his eyes. In his dark pupils, there was no confusion or fear, only an unprecedented calmness and determination.

"I understand."

His voice was as steady as a mountain, “The Endless Sea, I must go.”

The Lord of Limits nodded with a smile, showing no surprise at the outcome.

If Qin Feng hesitated even slightly, then he wouldn't be the Qin Feng he knew, the one who could create the "Path of Limits".

"Since you have made your decision, I will not go into the dangers involved."

The Lord of Limits raised his hand, and a point of light emanating an ancient and boundless aura condensed at his fingertips. Inside that point of light, there seemed to be a constantly changing star map, with countless points of light floating and flickering within it, appearing incredibly complex.

"These are some of the safe coordinates and known information of the Seventy-Two Divine Passes that our human race has identified."

The point of light gently floated toward Qin Feng, hovering in front of his brow.

"remember,"

The Lord of Limits' expression became extremely serious. "The Endless Sea and the universe we inhabit follow completely different laws. It is a true 'lawless land,' where the power of the cosmic will is extremely weakened, making it almost impossible to form effective order and justice."

"There, the law of the jungle is no longer an unspoken rule, but the only truth on the surface. All the prestige you have accumulated before, whether it is being number one on the [Prodigy Ranking] or number one on the [Emperor Ranking], is meaningless in the Endless Sea. The creatures there only believe in the power they see with their own eyes."

Qin Feng extended his finger and gently touched the point of light. In an instant, a torrent of information flooded into his mind. It was not merely a star map, but also contained the experience and warnings gained by countless human ancestors with their blood.

"Thank you, senior."

Qin Feng imprinted all the information deep in his soul, and said solemnly.

"Go."

The figure of the Lord of Limits began to fade into the ethereal, and his voice took on a distant quality, "During your absence, I will personally oversee the human race and protect our people. You only need to focus wholeheartedly on your own path. The future of the human race will ultimately be shaped by you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the figure of the Limit Lord completely disappeared, leaving only Qin Feng standing quietly in the dojo.

Instead of setting off immediately, he returned to his palace located at the heart of the Holy Temple.

As the highest fighting force and spiritual leader of the human race, his departure must be properly arranged.

Inside the palace, the Sky-Supporting Sword Emperor, the Five Elements Emperor, and other human emperors he had saved during the Eternal Life Mountain incident were already waiting.

When they saw Qin Feng, everyone's faces showed heartfelt awe and respect.

"Ultimate God Emperor".

Everyone saluted.

"You don't have to be polite."

Qin Feng calmly took his seat, his gaze sweeping over each of the emperors present. "I am about to embark on a long journey to a perilous place to seek an opportunity to break through to the Saint Realm. I do not know when I will return, so I will have to entrust the daily defense and development of the human race to you all."

Upon hearing this, all the emperors were shocked.

"God Emperor, you are now invincible under the Holy Ones, why would you need to personally go to any dangerous place?"

The Sky-Supporting Sword Emperor couldn't help but ask.

"Practice is like sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat."

Qin Feng's answer was concise, yet it contained an undeniable determination.

He didn't explain the existence of the Endless Sea in detail, because the fewer people who knew about such a level of secret, the better, so as not to cause unnecessary panic.

Immediately, Qin Feng waved his hand, and in an instant, the entire palace was filled with endless divine light and precious energy.

One after another, mountains made of various divine metals, rare objects, royal treasures, and rare books appeared out of thin air inside the main hall, and the energy fluctuations they emitted almost burst this space.

"This is……"

The Five Elements Emperor's breath caught in his throat as he gazed upon the treasure before him, which seemed to encompass almost everything in the universe.

"This is all the spoils I seized from those two thousand three hundred and seventeen Myriad Races Emperors."

Qin Feng spoke in a calm tone, as if he were talking about a trivial matter, "Most of them are useless to me, so they will all be left in the clan's treasury as the foundation for the development of the human race. How the resources are allocated will be decided by you all."

The emperors were utterly speechless.

They knew that Qin Feng's victory in that battle was brilliant, but they never imagined it would be on such a terrifying scale.

This is no longer just a fortune; it's a super treasure that would make any top-tier clan envious, even willing to launch a war of annihilation!

With these resources, humanity will never have to worry about resource scarcity for countless future eras, and may even be able to cultivate an astonishing number of powerful individuals.

"God Emperor...this is an achievement that will last for eternity!"

The Sky-Supporting Sword Emperor's voice trembled as he bowed deeply to Qin Feng on behalf of all the emperors.

This bow is for humanity, for the future.

Qin Feng accepted it without hesitation; it was a gift he deserved as a "guardian."

After explaining all the matters, Qin Feng's figure transformed into a streak of light and quietly left the Human Race Holy Academy. There was no farewell ceremony, just as calm and low-key as when he arrived.

Without alerting anyone, he piloted the Oracle alone towards the unknown frontiers of the universe.

The Oracle made one long-distance jump after another in the subspace, each jump traversing tens of thousands of cosmic nations.

Qin Feng sat upright in the main seat on the bridge, his eyes closed, repeatedly deducing and analyzing the star map from the Lord of Limits in his sea of ​​consciousness.

As the Oracle continued to venture deeper into the desolate edge of the universe, Qin Feng could clearly sense the changes in his surroundings.

The originally stable and orderly laws of the universe have begun to show signs of chaos.

Space is no longer so "smooth," with tiny, harmless wrinkles and faults appearing from time to time. The psionic particles that were once ubiquitous in the universe and readily available are also becoming sparse.

This change is like a car traveling on a smooth highway gradually entering a bumpy, rugged country road.

The ship spirit of the Oracle issued a warning:
"Warning: Anomaly in the curvature of space ahead has been detected, and the conventional laws of the universe are failing."

"Warning: The ambient psionic energy concentration has dropped to one percent of that in the standard universe and is still decreasing."

"Warning: Unknown high-dimensional energy radiation detected. It is recommended to activate the highest level of energy shield."

Qin Feng opened his eyes and looked out the porthole.

The familiar universe, with its deep black base and glittering stars, is gone.

Instead, a bizarre and colorful chaotic scene unfolded.

A massive, multicolored nebula of unknown composition, like an overturned palette, was splattered across the void. Broken dimensional remnants, like icebergs in the ocean, were scattered everywhere.

Enormous spatial rifts, like scars on the universe, stretched out in front of us, constantly spewing out destructive energy storms.

This is the end of the universe, the boundary leading to the endless sea.

Without the slightest hesitation, Qin Feng personally controlled the [Oracle], like a nimble fish, precisely avoiding the deadly spatial rifts and energy storms, and plunged headlong into that more chaotic and primitive unknown territory.

The moment he crossed the border, a completely different feeling enveloped Qin Feng's entire body.

He keenly sensed that his connection with the entire universe had been severed by an invisible force.

As a powerful emperor, he has always had a subtle resonance with the origin of the universe, and can mobilize the spiritual energy of heaven and earth for his own use at any time. In the blink of an eye, he can cause the stars to change color.

But here, that resonance is gone.

Cosmic spiritual energy has been completely depleted.

It's like a fish that's used to breathing in water being suddenly thrown onto dry land.

Although the impact was negligible given Qin Feng's own reserves of origin, this fundamental change at the level of laws made him instantly understand the true meaning of the Lord of Limits' words.

"Here, any consumption will be irreversible, unless..."

Qin Feng's gaze deepened. "There are other ways to supplement this."

The Oracle continued its journey, but at a much slower pace.

Navigation in this area requires utmost caution.

Soon, the scene ahead made Qin Feng's pupils shrink slightly.

In a vast void, a war of unimaginable scale is unfolding.

On one side was a massive fleet composed of countless mechanical lifeforms of various shapes and sizes, all shimmering with metallic luster.

Each of their warships is comparable to a star, and the energy beams spewed from their cannons are enough to easily evaporate an entire galaxy.

On the other side was a group of insectoid creatures as large as mountains, covered in green carapaces, resembling giant locusts in the starry sky.

Fearless and ruthless, they used their own bodies as weapons, surging towards the mechanical fleet in overwhelming numbers, tearing apart the cold steel with their sharp mouthparts and claws.

The brutality of the war far exceeded anything Qin Feng had ever witnessed in his life.

Every second, hundreds of millions of Zerg are blasted into cosmic dust by energy cannons, and hundreds of mechanical warships are submerged by the Zerg swarm and devoured into wreckage.

Shattered planets, ruins of warships, and the corpses of soldiers from both sides together form a death zone spanning several light-years.

This was not a localized conflict between two civilizations, but a war of annihilation waged by two dominant races for survival and continuation. Here, there was no right or wrong, only survival or extinction.

Qin Feng did not intervene, but simply concealed the [Oracle] behind a broken plane and quietly observed it.

The war lasted for several months.

Ultimately, the battle ended in a Pyrrhic victory for the Mechs. Despite their seemingly endless numbers, the Zerg were ultimately defeated by the Mechs' ultimate weapon, capable of triggering genetic collapse.

The war ended when the last Zerg Queen was killed by the main cannon of the mechanical flagship.

However, what happened next truly made Qin Feng understand the cruelty of the Endless Sea.

The victorious mechanical fleet did not leave immediately, but dispersed to begin cleaning up the battlefield.

But what they collected were not spoils of war, but the corpses of the fallen Zerg.

Countless smaller engineering machines flew out, dragging the mountain-sized insect corpses back to the mothership.

Then, one after another, enormous factory ships, like mobile furnaces, sailed out, opening their menacing maws.

The insect corpses were thrown into it and, after a series of processes that Qin Feng could not understand, were finally decomposed, refined, and transformed into a pure, dark green energy liquid that shimmered with the luster of life.

These energy fluids were injected into the mechanical warships and soldiers damaged in the war.

Visibly, the wounds on the warships were healing rapidly, and the energy cores that the warriors had depleted were being replenished.

They... are "feeding".

Moreover, some mechanical fleets flew directly to the Zerg's stronghold—a massive planet already ravaged by war.

They dropped countless black, seed-like objects. These "seeds" took root and rapidly grew into enormous metallic roots that penetrated deep into the planet's core, frantically extracting the planet's last remaining core energy and life essence.

In just a few days, that once vibrant planet was completely transformed into a lifeless, grayish-white waste rock.

The mechanical fleets that had extracted the planet's essence were like beasts that had just had a good meal, their energy fluctuations even stronger than before the war began.

They completely and without waste an entire species, along with its home planet.

The entire process was efficient and calm, without the slightest emotional fluctuation, as if it were just a routine resource replenishment.

"I see……"

Qin Feng muttered to himself softly.

He finally understood that in the Endless Sea, there was no free-floating cosmic spiritual energy. If he wanted to replenish his spiritual energy and heal his injuries, without resources like rare and precious materials, there was only one path left—to annihilate other living beings and plunder everything they had.

Here, every living being and every civilization is a walking "resource".

The strong often annihilate an entire race, not out of hatred or for conquest, but simply to survive and to become stronger.

This is a more naked and primitive mode of survival than the Dark Forest theory.

Qin Feng continued piloting the [Oracle] towards the first "Divine Pass" coordinate marked on the star map.

During his subsequent journey, he witnessed many more similar scenes.

He saw a "Holy Spirit Race" composed of pure energy being captured in large numbers by a giant, powerful being who wielded a giant net, like a fisherman from mythology.

Those beautiful spirits, wailing silently within the giant net, were ultimately swallowed whole by the giant and became part of his divine body.

He saw a "Forest-Speaking Clan" known for their manipulation of plants, who had transformed their home planet into a colossal World Tree.

However, a giant, dragon-like cosmic beast that happened to be passing by descended upon this place simply because it was hungry. It uprooted the World Tree, which was comparable to a star, and slowly chewed and swallowed it like a dessert after a battle.

The entire Forestfolk, along with their civilization, vanished into the belly of the giant beast.

He also saw a vast star field where an extremely powerful civilization must have once existed, but now only endless ruins and remains remained.

Countless vulture-like scavengers roam here, cautiously searching through the ruins for scraps left behind by their predecessors.

Chaos, slaughter, devouring... this is the daily life of the Endless Sea.

Here, there are no eternal empires, only eternally supreme clans.

Only those at the top of the food chain can survive in this cruel "hunting ground" for a long time.

Qin Feng's state of mind was also quietly changing with each of his experiences.

The initial shock and discomfort were gradually replaced by a cold calm. He began to understand and accept the rules here.

To survive here and seize the [Primal Flame], one must abandon all preconceived notions from the past under the civilized order.

Here, kindness is the original sin, and weakness is the path to death.

You are either the hunter or the prey.

One day, the Oracle's energy reserves were depleted by nearly 30% due to prolonged use of its highest-level shield. The ship's spirit issued an energy warning.

Qin Feng looked at the star map and saw the nearest supply point: a relatively stable black market established by a neutral chamber of commerce, and a journey of several decades.

At that very moment, the Oracle's detection system detected an approaching fleet.

It was a fleet of dozens of bone warships, with a flag bearing a three-eyed skull flying on its flagship.

"The Three-Eyed Demon Clan is a notorious predator civilization in the Endless Sea. They are of medium strength and are known for their ability to enhance their power by devouring the souls of living beings."

The information given by the Lord of Limits immediately appeared in Qin Feng's sea of ​​consciousness.

This fleet had clearly also spotted the Oracle, a lone, unfamiliar foreign vessel. In their minds, a lone ship was a sure thing.

Without any communication, dozens of bone warships immediately dispersed, forming an encirclement, their cannons flashing with eerie green soul energy as they locked onto the Oracle.

A mental wave filled with greed and malice swept across:

"Outsider, hand over your ships, your possessions, and your soul, and I'll grant you a quick death!"

Faced with this undisguised malice, Qin Feng's face remained completely calm.

He simply rose slowly from his seat and calmly gave the ship's spirit an instruction:
"Stop moving and turn off the engine."

Then, his figure disappeared on the bridge.

The next second, under the astonished gaze of the Three-Eyed Demon Clan, the hatch of the [Oracle] opened, and a figure stepped alone into the cold void.

"one?"

"What does he want to do? Surrender?"

"Something's not right, his aura... is so strong!"

The commander of the Three-Eyed Demon Clan, a powerful figure at the peak of the King-level realm, instantly sensed something was wrong.

Qin Feng's restrained yet terrifying aura made its bones tremble.

However, it was too late.

Qin Feng raised his eyes, his dark pupils showing no trace of killing intent, only indifference.

It's as if I'm looking at a group of... lifeless "resources".

He slowly raised his right hand and pointed gently at the fleet that surrounded him.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, nor any devastating energy fluctuations.

A seemingly insignificant gray divine light shot out from his fingertips.

【Ultimate Divine Light】.

Wherever the divine light passed, the concepts of time and space seemed to be "negated".

A bone warship, along with all its three-eyed demon crew members, was silently and causally "erased" right before the eyes of the other warships.

It vanished completely, as if it had never existed.

Then came the second, the third...

That gray divine light, like the pen of death, drew a graceful arc in the void, connecting the surrounded Qin Feng with the three-eyed ghost fleet surrounding him.

Any warship touched by the arc was instantly reduced to nothingness.

fear!

An unprecedented fear gripped the mind of every three-eyed demon.

"Escape! Escape!"

"That's... Emperor-level! No! Even more terrifying than Emperor-level!"

"He's a monster!"

The commander inside the flagship let out a hysterical scream, frantically urging the warship to try and escape this land of death.

However, Qin Feng's [Limit Domain] had already unknowingly enveloped this battlefield.

Space, like solidified amber.

No matter how overloaded the engines of those bone warships were, they could not move an inch.

Qin Feng's figure appeared in front of the Three-Eyed Demon Clan's flagship as if by teleportation.

He reached out and gently pressed his hand against the sturdy bone armor.

The next moment, the entire massive warship, comparable to the moon, along with all the living beings inside, and the basic particles that make up its matter, began to decompose irreversibly.

Flesh and blood, bones, soul, steel... everything tangible was rapidly dissolving, transforming into the purest primordial energy, flowing into Qin Feng's palm like streams.

He closed his eyes and carefully felt this power.

"It's mixed up, but... it's usable."

A moment later, the menacing three-eyed ghost clan fleet had vanished without a trace in the void, leaving only Qin Feng, who hovered there quietly.

The source of his essence was consumed by about one ten-thousandth of what he had just done.

By absorbing this fleet, he not only fully recovered his losses but even made some progress.

At the same time, the Oracle flew over, opened its energy receiving port, and absorbed all the decomposed, unclaimed energy to replenish its reserves.

After doing all this, Qin Feng turned around and returned to the Oracle.

Inside the bridge, all was silent.

He sat back down in the main seat, his expression unchanged, as if he had just casually cleaned up some cosmic dust.

But his inner self had already undergone a complete transformation.

He has completely adapted to the rules here.

“Calibrate the route,”

Qin Feng's voice was colder than the void of the endless sea, "Target—the first divine pass, 'Burial Ground'."

The Oracle restarted, a faint light flashing across its hull as it merged into the chaotic and dark endless sea, continuing its lonely and bloody journey to the supreme throne.

……

The endless sea has no concept of time or space.

The Oracle, like an insignificant speck of dust, sails alone in this bizarre yet desolate and cold "ocean".

Since the last "feeding", the spaceship's energy reserves have been restored to full capacity, and Qin Feng's internal essence has also made a slight improvement due to devouring the three-eyed ghost clan fleet.

He spent most of his time sitting cross-legged in the main seat on the bridge, his eyes closed, lost in thought.

On the one hand, he is constantly comprehending and deducing his own "way to the limit".

The surge in strength brought about by refining the [Courage Divine Gold], as well as the insights gained from discussing the Dao with the Lord of Limits, all require a long time to settle and digest.

Although his cultivation level is at the late stage of the Empress Realm, his actual combat strength has long surpassed this level. Now, he is getting closer to that ethereal "Sacred Realm" every moment.

On the other hand, he was also adapting to the laws of the Endless Sea. The laws here are simple and brutal, yet they are closest to the origin of the Great Dao—"existence" and "extinction".

For a living being or a race to survive here, it must constantly plunder other beings in order to strengthen itself.

Otherwise, they will be used as food by stronger players in the endless "battle royale" game and perish.

Qin Feng is integrating this law into his calm and unwavering Dao heart.

He didn't intend to become a bloodthirsty monster, but rather to use these rules as a "tool," a "means" that would allow him to achieve his goals more efficiently.

His goal has always been singular and clear—to seize the Primordial Flame and forge the supreme holy path.

For this goal, he can transform into a god to protect humanity, or he can transform into a demon to slaughter all living beings.

God and demon, good and evil, are merely different choices of paths to achieve their goals here.

"Alert: High-energy reactions detected ahead, number 137, pursuing a single target at sub-light speed."

"Target energy signal analysis... 99.8% match in life characteristics, identified as human."

The cold, electronic voice of the ship spirit, "[Oracle]", interrupted Qin Feng's thoughts.

He slowly opened his eyes, his deep gaze seemingly able to pierce through endless time and space.

A real-time calculated 3D star map was projected onto the huge porthole in front of the bridge.

On the star map, a faint point of light, representing the life characteristics of the human race, is fleeing in panic.

Behind him, 137 red dots of light, exuding a fierce and greedy aura, were like a group of sharks that had smelled blood, relentlessly chasing and biting, constantly tightening their encirclement.

Qin Feng's gaze fell on the faint blue dot of light.

human race.

In this endless sea where even the most powerful clans live in constant peril, it is astonishing to encounter someone of the same race.

His face was expressionless; he simply watched quietly.

The information provided by the Lord of Limits mentioned that the human race also had ancestors who ventured into the Endless Sea to explore and even established some secret strongholds, but as time went by, most of them lost contact and disappeared into the long river of history.

The few survivors mostly lived a life of hiding and uncertainty, constantly on the move.

"Activate deep stealth mode and get closer for observation."

Qin Feng issued the order.

A ripple spread across the hull of the Oracle, which then completely merged with the surrounding chaotic void, silently heading towards the area where the chase was taking place.

In the void, Luo Cheng felt as if his lungs were filled with scalding magma, and every breath was accompanied by excruciating pain.

His dark black armor was already tattered and worn, with deep, bone-revealing wounds all over his body, from which golden blood seeped out, condensing into tiny blood crystals the moment it touched the cold void of the endless sea.

His source is on the verge of drying up.

As a King-level expert from the "Heavenly Flame Branch" of the human race, who had been stranded in the Endless Sea, Luo Cheng had always been proud of his bloodline and strength. However, three months ago, his clan's stronghold was discovered by a ferocious race called the "Soul-Devouring Vultures."

A brutal war broke out.

Although the Tianyan branch fought valiantly, it was ultimately futile against the Soul-Devouring Vulture, which possessed three quasi-Emperor level experts.

The stronghold was breached, the people were slaughtered, their flesh was devoured, and their souls were treated as the most delicious delicacy by the monsters, extracted and devoured alive.

Luo Cheng was the only survivor.

Bearing the hopes of his entire clan and carrying the last remaining flame of his lineage, he fought his way out of the encirclement and began a three-month-long desperate escape in this endless sea.

But the pursuers behind them were like maggots clinging to their bones, never giving up.

"Human, stop running!"

"Your soul smells so sweet!"

"Give up resistance, and the great 'Soul Ancestor' will grant you eternal 'peace'!"

Waves of mental energy, mixed with greed and mockery, pierced Luo Cheng's already exhausted sea of ​​consciousness like sharp steel needles.

He glanced back.

More than a hundred enormous monsters, resembling vultures but with three skulls and engulfed in ghastly green soul flames, were following him at a leisurely pace.

They weren't in a hurry to kill him, like a group of cats playing with a mouse, enjoying the thrill of their prey struggling in despair.

They are waiting, waiting for Luo Cheng's source to be completely exhausted, waiting for the moment when his will completely collapses.

For souls born in despair and fear taste the most delicious.

"We can't... let it fall into their hands..."

Luo Cheng gritted his teeth, and the blood that had spilled from the corner of his mouth instantly froze.

He knew the Soul-Devouring Vulture's methods better than anyone else.

It is a torment ten thousand times more painful than death, in which the soul will be repeatedly burned and torn apart in endless soul fire until the last trace of its essence is squeezed out.

His speed is getting slower and slower.

The scene before my eyes began to appear double.

The once-glowing core within his body emitted a mournful cry, as if it were about to shatter.

"Is this the end of it...?"

A profound sense of sorrow and resentment welled up in Luo Cheng's heart.

He has not yet found a new home for the human race's branch, nor has he been able to continue the flame of his heritage.

"That's all..."

A hint of determination flashed in his eyes.

Rather than be humiliated and tortured by these monsters, it is better to preserve the last vestige of human dignity.

He stopped fleeing, turned around, and faced the approaching flock of Soul-Eating Vultures.

He began frantically activating the last remaining trace of his inner power, preparing to self-destruct and perish together with his pursuers.

Even if we can't kill them, we must let them know that the king of humanity would rather die than submit!

Seeing Luo Cheng stop, the Soul-Devouring Vultures let out a series of ear-piercing, metallic laughs.

"Oh? You've given up?"

"Finally figured it out? A wise choice!"

The leading Soul-Devouring Vulture was larger than its kind, and the soul fire burning all over its body was a deep dark green, its aura already reaching the level of a quasi-emperor.

Within the eye sockets of its three skulls, the soul fire flickered violently, filled with the excitement of about to enjoy its meal.

"Human, as a reward for the delicious meal you are about to offer us, I, 'Soul Three,' can grant you one last wish," it said in a condescending manner.

Luo Cheng's body began to swell due to the excessive concentration of energy, emanating an extremely dangerous aura.

He ignored the other person's mockery, staring intently at them, preparing to unleash the last light and heat of his life.

However, at this tense moment, when everything was about to come to an end.

A figure appeared without warning between Luo Cheng and the Soul-Devouring Vultures.

He was an ordinary-looking human man with black hair and black eyes, wearing a simple black robe, and his face was expressionless.

He stood there quietly, as if he had existed there since time immemorial.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

Luo Cheng's primal energy, which was about to explode, was forcibly suppressed by an invisible yet irresistible force. He was horrified to discover that he couldn't even move a single finger.

The eerie laughter of the Soul-Eating Vultures abruptly ceased.

All their eyes were focused on this mysterious person who had suddenly appeared.

"who are you?"

"Where did these insects come from? How dare they interfere with our Soul-Devouring Vulture's good deeds?"

After a brief moment of surprise, angry howls erupted from the flock of Soul-Eating Vultures. In their eyes, this suddenly appearing human was undoubtedly a challenge to their authority.

The quasi-Emperor level leader, 'Soul Three,' unleashed a fierce, dark green soul flame, radiating a terrifying soul pressure that crushed towards the man in black.

"Whoever you are, since you've come, leave your soul behind!"

However, the oppressive aura that was enough to instantly shatter the soul of an ordinary king-level expert vanished silently as it approached within three feet of the man in black.

The man's expression remained unchanged from beginning to end.

He didn't even glance at the clamoring Soul-Devouring Vultures, but instead cast his indifferent gaze at his fellow clansman behind him, who was already dumbfounded.

"Are you human?"

He spoke, his voice not loud, yet it reached Luo Cheng's ears clearly. It was an extremely flat tone, devoid of any emotion, yet it contained an irresistible authority.

Luo Cheng nodded subconsciously, but was unable to make a sound because he was restrained.

After receiving an affirmative answer, the man in black nodded slightly, as if he had only confirmed a trivial matter.

Then, he finally turned his gaze to the more than one hundred Soul-Devouring Vultures.

What a look that was!

There was no anger, no murderous intent, not even contempt.

That's the look... of a biologist observing microorganisms in a lab dish.

It was the look...of a farmer looking at his crops that were about to be harvested.

Cold and indifferent, regarding all things as worthless.

"Noisy."

He parted his thin lips slightly and uttered two words.

The next moment, a scene that Luo Cheng and all the Soul-Devouring Vultures would never forget unfolded.

The man in black slowly raised his right hand.

With his actions, all the laws of this void were forcibly rewritten.

Space is no longer space; it has become an absolutely still, transparent cage.

Time stopped flowing and instead froze at this moment.

【Extreme Realm】.

"What's wrong? I can't move!"

"My soul fire... has gone out?"

"What kind of power is this! A king? No! Even a king couldn't..."

Fear, like an endless abyss, instantly devoured the will of all the Soul-Devouring Vultures. They discovered that their proud soul attacks and their indestructible bodies had become meaningless in this moment.

They were transformed into patterns on a painting; apart from their thoughts, everything else was stripped away.

The only one who could move was the man in black.

He extended a finger and pointed it at the arrogant quasi-emperor leader, 'Soul Three', in mid-air.

There was no divine light, no energy.

It's such a simple action.

Then, the massive body of 'Soul 3' began to silently "decompose" from the most basic particle level.

Its flesh, bones, and even soul transformed into the purest primordial energy particles, like streams of dark green water, converging towards the black-clad man's fingertips and eventually disappearing into his body.

Throughout the entire process, 'Soul Three' didn't even manage to utter a single scream.

It simply watched helplessly as it was gradually "erased" amidst endless fear and confusion.

A quasi-emperor vanished from this universe without a sound.

After doing all this, the man in black gently clenched his fist.

"Bang...bang bang bang..."

A series of soft, cracking sounds, like glass being crushed, rang out continuously.

The remaining 136 Soul-Devouring Vultures were simultaneously crushed into dust by an invisible hand. They followed in the footsteps of their leader, being completely decomposed and transformed into streams of pure energy that flowed like rivers into the sea, surging towards the god-demon standing in the center of the void.

The entire process takes no more than three breaths.

The Soul-Devouring Vulture Clan, which had just been so arrogant and had driven Luo Cheng to the brink of defeat, was completely wiped out.

No trace was left.

The void returned to its deathly silence, as if nothing had ever happened.

Only Luo Cheng remained motionless, like a wooden or clay sculpture, his mind completely blank.

What did he see?
A miracle?
No, even a god couldn't so easily erase a quasi-emperor and hundreds of kings, could he?

That wasn't a battle, that was... a cleanup.

Just like an ordinary person brushing dust off the corner of their clothes, it's casual and taken for granted.

Only when the force that had bound him quietly dissipated did Luo Cheng suddenly come to his senses. His body trembled violently uncontrollably due to extreme shock and lingering fear.

He looked at the man in black.

The other party remained suspended there quietly, with its eyes closed, seemingly savoring the energy it had just "eaten".

After a long while, he opened his eyes again and looked at Luo Cheng.

Staring into those indifferent eyes, Luo Cheng felt his very soul tremble. It was an absolute suppression on a life level, like an ant gazing up at the sky.

He had no doubt that with just a thought, the other party could make him disappear silently, just like those soul-devouring vultures.

"Thank you so much, senior... for saving my life!"

Suppressing the turmoil within him, Luo Cheng mustered all his strength and bowed deeply to the man in black. His voice, hoarse and dry with excitement and awe, was filled with emotion.

The man in black didn't speak, but just watched him quietly, as if assessing something.

This silence put immense pressure on Luo Cheng. He didn't know what the purpose was of this unfathomable clansman who had saved him.

In the endless sea, there is no kindness without a reason.

Perhaps... I was just a "reserve food" he casually left behind?
This thought cast a shadow over Luo Cheng's newly risen hope.

"Your injury is very serious."

Finally, the man in black spoke. He flicked his finger, and a drop of liquid, shimmering with brilliant golden light and containing a powerful life force, flew to Luo Cheng's front.

"Take it."

Looking at the drop of liquid before him, Luo Cheng could sense the vast, boundless life force within it. This was undoubtedly a supreme healing treasure, perhaps even at the Emperor or Saint level!
Without the slightest hesitation, he opened his mouth and swallowed the drop of liquid.

The liquid entered his throat and instantly transformed into a warm torrent, washing over his limbs and bones. His near-collapsed essence, dried-up meridians, and damaged body were all being repaired at an incredible speed.

In just a dozen or so breaths, his injuries had been almost completely healed. Not only that, he felt that his essence seemed to have become even more refined than before he was injured.

Such miraculous effects are simply unheard of!

Luo Cheng's awe had reached its peak. He bowed again, performing an even greater salute.

"I, Luo Cheng, will never forget your kindness in saving me!"

He solemnly gave his name.

The man in black remained calm, as if he had done something insignificant.

Why are you here, being hunted by alien races?

he asked.

A trace of sorrow flashed in Luo Cheng's eyes as he briefly recounted the ordeal of his Tianyan branch.

After listening, the man in black remained silent for a moment before slowly speaking: "In the Endless Sea, weakness is the original sin. The only way to survive is to become stronger."

These words struck Luo Cheng like a heavy hammer blow. He understood that they were profound truths. If the Tianyan branch hadn't been weak, how could they have faced annihilation? If he himself hadn't been weak, how could he have ended up fleeing for his life?

"This junior...has learned a lot."

Luo Cheng lowered his head, his expression somber.

"Since you are a human, I will save you once to settle the debt of kinship."

The man in black changed the subject, his tone still calm, "Now that this matter is settled, you'd better take care of yourself."

After saying that, he prepared to turn and leave.

For him, this intervention was merely a chance "supply" and an accidental rescue of a fellow tribesman. He had no interest in delving into the other's past, nor any obligation to be responsible for the other's future.

His only goal was the "burial ground" ahead.

"Senior, please wait!"

Seeing that he was about to leave, Luo Cheng panicked and blurted out.

This senior's strength was unfathomable, unlike anything he had ever witnessed in his life. In this perilous Endless Sea, to be able to follow such a powerful figure, even as a servant, would be far safer than wandering around aimlessly like a headless fly.

More importantly, he had a vague feeling that this senior in front of him might... might be related to the legendary person.

"Senior's kindness is beyond repayment. I have wandered the Endless Sea for many years and am quite familiar with the surrounding star fields. I am willing to guide you and serve you like a slave!"

Luo Cheng adopted an extremely humble posture and spoke with utmost sincerity.

The man in black stopped, but did not turn around.

"I don't need a guide."

"Then...then..." Luo Cheng was speechless for a moment. He knew that such a powerful person must have his own star map and did not need him as a burden.

But he was unwilling to give up this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. He mustered all the courage he had in his life and asked in a trembling voice:
"This junior...this junior dares to ask your esteemed name, senior?"

He asked the question cautiously, his voice filled with trepidation.

There was complete silence in the void.

Just as Luo Cheng thought the other party wouldn't answer and was about to leave dejectedly, that indifferent voice finally rang out again.

"Qin Feng."

These two simple words, like two thunderclaps of creation, exploded in Luo Cheng's mind!
Qin Feng...

Qin Feng!

He was familiar with this name!

Although communication between the Endless Sea and the main universe is extremely difficult, some messages still manage to leak in intermittently through various channels.

Especially in the last few million years, a name has risen like a comet, repeatedly mentioned by those beings who have managed to escape from the main universe and seek refuge in the Endless Sea.

Ultimate God Marquis!

Ultimate God King!

Ultimate God Emperor!

That person who single-handedly stirred up the entire universe, ascended to the top of the [Rank of Prodigies], then to the top of the [Rank of Marquises], and ultimately "fell" under the siege of countless powerful figures, only to "return from the dead" ten thousand years later, defying the Golden Emperor and once again ascending to the top of the [Rank of Prodigies]... the greatest legend of humankind throughout the ages!

Not long ago, outside Mount Eternal Life, he single-handedly slaughtered 2,317 Emperors of all races and was personally certified by the will of the universe as "invincible below the Saint"... the peerless ferocious god!
It's him!

It turned out to be him!

Luo Cheng felt a surge of electricity rush from his tailbone to the top of his head, his blood boiling and freezing in an instant.

In a mere second, the expression on his face underwent a series of complex changes, including shock, stunned silence, ecstasy, and disbelief, before finally settling on boundless fervor and reverence.

No wonder... no wonder he was able to so easily eliminate a quasi-emperor!
No wonder... he was able to wipe out the entire Soul-Devouring Vulture fleet all by himself!
It turned out that the person standing in front of him was not some senior expert, but the current... highest faith of the human race, the living monument that suppressed all ages and made all races tremble!
It was the only spiritual sustenance for these displaced people as they struggled in the darkness!
"Pfft!"

Unable to contain his excitement any longer, Luo Cheng's knees buckled, and he knelt down in the cold void, facing Qin Feng's back.

This has nothing to do with dignity; it is submission that comes from the depths of one's blood, the highest respect for the leader of one's tribe.

"So it was...the God Emperor himself!"

"Luo Cheng, the thirty-seventh generation successor of the Heavenly Flame Branch of the Human Race, pays respects to... the Ultimate God Emperor!"

His voice trembled violently with extreme excitement, and every word was filled with gratitude and awe from the depths of his soul.

"By the Divine Emperor! You...you are still alive! You have arrived at the Endless Sea! This is wonderful...this is truly wonderful!"

At that moment, he was so excited that he became incoherent and even shed hot tears.

It's like an orphan who has walked in darkness for millions of years finally meeting his relatives and finding a majestic mountain to shelter him from the wind and rain.

All the grievances, all the suffering, all the despair vanished at this moment.

Because he knew.

From this day forward, these humans who have been adrift in the Endless Sea are no longer rootless duckweed.

Their god has come.

(End of this chapter)