High Martial Arts: Liver Becomes the Master of the Universe

Chapter 385 The Evil God's Scheme, Shi Potian Reappears! The Terrifying Power of the Prodigies on the Divine Path!
In the void, Luo Cheng's kneeling figure appeared incredibly small, yet incredibly devout, in front of Qin Feng's serene, god-like back.

That excitement and fervor, originating from the depths of their souls, is beyond the power of words to describe. For these remnants of humanity, forgotten in the dark corners of the Endless Sea, the title "Ultimate God Emperor" has long transcended a mere name; it is a belief, a symbol, and the ultimate proof that humanity can still stand firm in adversity.

Qin Feng slowly turned around, his indifferent gaze falling on Luo Cheng. He could feel the almost boiling blood and soul in the other man, an undisguised worship and reverence.

He remained unmoved by this.

Since the battle at Mount Yong Sheng, he had long been accustomed to this gaze, which was almost like facing a god. He knew that it was not directed at him, "Qin Feng," as a person, but at the "power" and "hope" he represented.

"Get up."

His voice was calm, yet it contained an undeniable will.

Upon hearing this, Luo Cheng's body trembled, and he forcibly suppressed his fervent emotions. He slowly stood up, but his head remained deeply lowered, not daring to look Qin Feng directly into his eyes.

"God Emperor, why...why did you come to the Endless Sea?" Luo Cheng asked cautiously, his voice still trembling slightly.

"To seek something, so as to glimpse the sacred way." Qin Feng's answer was concise and to the point.

Luo Cheng understood. Only the legendary sacred realm was worth the risk of such a being personally venturing into.

"Since we've met here, I'll grant you a fortunate opportunity." Qin Feng said, flicking his finger. A Bodhi seed shimmering with seven-colored light and a jade slip containing a wealth of information slowly floated towards Luo Cheng.

"This Bodhi seed can help you attain enlightenment once, or it may save your life in a time of crisis. This jade slip contains some of my past cultivation insights, as well as... enough resource coordinates for you to rebuild your clan."

After annihilating the Three-Eyed Ghost Clan fleet and the Soul-Devouring Vulture Clan, Qin Feng conveniently extracted the coordinates of their lair and information about their treasure vault. Those resources were merely a drop in the ocean for him, but for Luo Cheng and his destroyed Heavenly Flame branch, they represented a vast fortune sufficient for a comeback.

Luo Cheng looked at the two items in front of him, and his eyes instantly reddened.

He knew that this was not just an opportunity, but that the God Emperor was pointing out a way to survival for them, the wandering survivors.

He did not refuse, for he knew that before the Divine Emperor, any formality would be a desecration of this favor. He solemnly accepted the two items and bowed deeply once more.

"Luo Cheng, on behalf of all the souls of the Tianyan branch, thanks the Divine Emperor for his grace in restoring us!"

“No need.” Qin Feng nodded slightly. “I intend to go to the First Divine Pass, the ‘Burial Ground.’ Do you know its exact location and current situation?”

Although he had a star map given to him by the Lord of Limits, the Endless Sea was constantly changing, and the coordinates on the star map might be off. It would be a safer choice to find a "local" to confirm it.

Upon hearing the words "burial ground," Luo Cheng's expression instantly turned solemn.

"God Emperor, are you also going to challenge the Divine Gate?"

"Exactly."

Luo Cheng took a deep breath, sorted out his thoughts, and said in a deep voice, "Reporting to the Divine Emperor, the opening of the Seventy-Two Divine Gates is the most significant event in the Endless Sea in the past hundred years. I do know the location of the First Divine Gate, the 'Burial Ground,' and its coordinates are not significantly different from the location marked on the ancient star chart."

As he spoke, he condensed the coordinate information he knew into a spiritual imprint and respectfully presented it to Qin Feng.

Qin Feng received the mark and compared it with his own star map, finding that it matched perfectly, and he understood the situation.

"What's the situation there?" he continued.

When the incident was mentioned, a trace of sorrow and lingering fear appeared on Luo Cheng's face.

"The situation is not optimistic... especially for our human race." He said in a low voice, "The opening of the Divine Gate has attracted countless powerful beings from the Endless Sea. But that Burial Ground seems to have some unknown rules; those who enter will almost certainly die! Many of our human race's geniuses have also rushed there upon hearing the news, trying to gamble on the opportunity to become gods, but the result..."

He shook his head, his face full of bitterness: "According to the information I was fortunate enough to obtain, no fewer than thirty human geniuses have perished in the burial ground, including some powerful figures at the King level. After they went in, there was no further news of them, and even their life tablets were completely shattered."

"It is said that it is a true 'burial ground'. No matter how powerful you were in life, once you step into it, you will eventually turn into a pile of bones, and your cultivation and origin will be completely swallowed up by that strange land."

Qin Feng listened quietly, his expression unchanged.

This kind of danger was exactly what he expected. It would be strange if the trials set by the evil god could be overcome so easily.

"Besides the fallen, is there any information about that unknown rule?"

“No.” Luo Cheng shook his head. “All the living beings who survived kept silent about it, as if it were some kind of taboo. But after they came out, they were all severely injured and their essence was greatly damaged, as if they had experienced the most terrifying battle in the world.”

He paused, as if remembering something, and his expression turned even more grim.

"Not long ago, some shocking news came. A... a top human genius who had embarked on the 'Path of Godhood' suffered severe injuries in the Burial Ground and was almost killed on the spot. He finally managed to escape by self-destructing a royal-level secret treasure. Now his whereabouts are unknown and his fate is uncertain."

"Oh?" Qin Feng's eyebrows finally twitched slightly. "A prodigy on the Divine Path?"

It is truly remarkable that a human genius of the Divine Path level could be born in a place like the Endless Sea.

"Yes." Luo Cheng nodded, a hint of admiration and regret in his eyes. "That lord's name is... Shi Potian!"

Shi Potian.

The moment those three words reached his ears, a ripple finally stirred in Qin Feng's usually calm and unmoving heart.

A name that had been buried for a long time and was almost forgotten in the depths of his memory quietly resurfaced.

His thoughts seemed to pierce through endless time and space, returning to that azure morning star, returning to his still somewhat naive teenage years.

High school days.

In that martial arts class brimming with talent, there was always a boy who sat quietly in the corner, with dark skin and a stubborn look in his eyes. His talent was not top-notch, and his family background was extremely ordinary, but he was the most hardworking and dedicated student in the entire class, apart from himself who had activated the system.

While others practice for eight hours, he practices for twelve.

While others do one set of strength training, he does three sets until he is exhausted.

His name is Shi Potian.

Qin Feng still remembers that back then, because of the system, his strength improved by leaps and bounds, and he quickly left everyone far behind, becoming the most dazzling new star of the Morning Star.

Shi Potian, like a silent pursuer, always followed behind him. He never spoke, nor did he give up; he simply used sweat and wounds to chase after that unattainable figure, step by step.

did not expect……

After such a long period of time, his name is heard again in this perilous and endless sea.

Moreover, it was under the identity of "Divine Path Prodigy".

The boy who once silently chased after me has actually reached this point through his own perseverance and a stroke of luck.

"It turns out it was him..."

Qin Feng murmured to himself.

An indescribable emotion flowed through his heart. It was not the joy of reuniting with an old friend, but rather... an affirmation of the pure "Dao Heart".

Qin Feng knew very well what a terrifying price he would have to pay, how many life-or-death trials he would have to endure, and what an indomitable and never-give-up heart he would have to have to reach the "Path of Gods" without the help of the system.

Shi Potian did it.

"God Emperor, do you know Lord Shi Potian?"

Luo Cheng keenly caught Qin Feng's emotional fluctuation at that moment.

"We met once." Qin Feng snapped out of his thoughts, his gaze returning to calm.

He didn't ask any more questions; he already knew what he needed to know.

"You may leave," he said to Luo Cheng. "Find a secluded place to cultivate diligently. Once I have accomplished my task, if the human race has a foothold in the Endless Sea, they will naturally seek you out."

"Yes!" Luo Cheng replied respectfully. He knew that the Divine Emperor was about to go to that forbidden land, and that he would only be a burden if he followed him.

He took one last deep look at Qin Feng, imprinting that figure forever into the depths of his soul. Then, he spurred his body, transforming into a streak of light, and sped away towards the resource coordinates indicated by Qin Feng.

After Luo Cheng's figure completely disappeared, Qin Feng turned around and turned his gaze to the star field shrouded in endless chaos and the aura of death.

That place is the First Divine Pass, the burial ground.

The Oracle silently appeared, and Qin Feng stepped into it.

"Full speed ahead, target: the burial ground."

With the cold command issued, the engines of the Oracle unleashed powerful thrust, and the ship streaked through the void, leaving an almost imperceptible shadow as it sped toward the legendary graveyard of gods and demons.

The voyage did not last long.

After the Oracle passed through a meteorite belt composed of countless fragments of broken stars, the view before it suddenly opened up.

A vast plain, so expansive that it could not be measured by sight, suddenly appeared in the chaotic void.

This plain has an eerie grayish-white color, as if it were made of the bone powder of some unknown creature.

The plains were empty, devoid of mountains and rivers, only a profound sense of desolation and death.

In the center of the plain stood a gate of unimaginable size.

The portal was constructed entirely from a gigantic skeleton of unknown origin, radiating a pale white aura. The two pillars that pierced the heavens and the earth were the leg bones of two unknown behemoths, while the crossbeam was an even thicker vertebra covered with ancient divine runes.

Within the portal lay a deep, ever-swirling gray vortex, seemingly connected to another dimension, emanating a chilling, predatory aura.

This is the burial ground.

Before the gate, on the vast plain, a dense crowd had already gathered.

These figures varied in form and race. There were abyssal demons with bodies as large as mountains, their bodies engulfed in demonic flames; fallen angels with twelve wings on their backs, their entire bodies radiating holy light; mechanical lifeforms composed of countless intricate gears and runes; and succubi with curvaceous figures, exuding a deadly allure…

Without exception, the aura emanating from them was extremely powerful.

Each and every one of them stands at the very pinnacle of the King-level realm—the peak King-level!
This does not contradict Luo Cheng's information that "many human prodigies have died." Those prodigies may be outstanding among the humans who entered the Endless Sea, but compared to this group of true peak experts, they probably wouldn't even be considered cannon fodder.

After Qin Feng concealed the [Oracle] in the distant asteroid belt, his powerful divine sense quietly swept across the entire area.

Just as he had predicted, not all the beings in the arena were prodigies on the path to godhood.

The vast majority were merely ordinary peak-level kings. Although they were powerful, their foundation in the Great Dao was fundamentally different from that of true geniuses on the Divine Path.

Qin Feng only sensed twelve of those who had truly embarked on the path to godhood.

These twelve auras, like lighthouses in the night, were incredibly conspicuous. Each occupied a distinct area, clearly separated from the others. The harmonious, complete, and transcendent Daoist charm emanating from them made them stand out among the other peak-level kings.

This is a very large number.

It's important to understand that in the main universe, the birth of even one prodigy on the path to godhood in an era is enough to cause a cosmic upheaval. Yet here, twelve have appeared simultaneously. This demonstrates just how immense the allure of these "Seventy-Two Divine Gates" truly is.

At this moment, the atmosphere in front of the gate was unusually heavy, even somewhat anxious.

All the powerful figures stood silently, but none dared to be the first to step into the portal of bones.

Clearly, the infamous reputation of the burial ground as a place of "ten deaths without a chance of survival" has spread throughout the area, causing even these usually arrogant and powerful peak-level kings to feel a deep sense of dread.

They were arguing, engaging in a heated exchange using mental fluctuations.

"How much longer do we have to wait? The opportunity is right in front of us, are we just going to waste our time here?" A furious thought rang out, coming from a beast king with a red mane all over his body, like a lion.

"Hmph, you make it sound so easy. Why don't you go in first?" another cold voice retorted. It was a creature with a body that was half solid and half ethereal, made of shadows. "Who doesn't know that the rules of this burial ground are extremely strange? Those who go in first become the paving stones!"

"The rules are unclear, so it's indeed not advisable to act rashly. But waiting indefinitely isn't a solution either. What if we miss the opening deadline? Wouldn't we have come all this way for nothing?"

Discussions rose and fell; everyone wanted to know the opportunities inside, and no one wanted to be the sacrificial lamb to explore the path.

Just then, a cold and arrogant voice silenced all the noise.

"enough."

The one who spoke was one of the twelve prodigies on the path to divinity.

It was a humanoid creature composed entirely of dazzling black crystals. Every facet of its body seemed to contain some profound truth, radiating a terrifying, demonic glow.

Crystal Demon King.

In Qin Feng's mind, the information given by the Lord of Limits regarding the new generation of geniuses on the Divine Path of the Endless Sea surfaced. This person was one of them.

As soon as the Crystal Demon King spoke, the scene fell silent.

All the ordinary peak-level kings turned their gazes to him, their eyes filled with awe and... resentment.

This is the power of the prodigies on the Divine Path. Even though they are all at the peak of the King level, the difference in their life level gives them absolute say.

The Crystal Demon King surveyed the entire scene, his black crystalline eyes devoid of any emotion.

“What you all say makes sense. The rules of the burial ground are unclear, and it is indeed necessary for some living beings to explore the way first.” His voice was like the friction of crystal, cold and grating. “Since no one is willing, then we will decide who goes.”

He said it as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

The strong are respected.

In this endless sea where there is no order, only power, the strong have the right to decide the fate of the weak.

This blatant bullying made many ordinary peak-level kings present turn pale, daring not to speak out in anger.

The Crystal Demon King ignored their reactions and instead turned his gaze to the other eleven prodigies on the Divine Path.

The eleven people were of different races, including gods, demons, and monsters. Although they belonged to different camps and were even rivals, at this moment, their eyes met with an astonishing consensus.

That is, to first use these "ordinary people" to pave the way for them.

"I agree."

A fallen god-like prodigy, with black flames burning behind him, slowly nodded.

"can."

A mechanical prodigy, whose form resembled liquid metal and constantly shifted, emitted a synthesized electronic voice.

"No comment."

……

The twelve prodigies on the path of divinity reached a consensus in just a few breaths.

Seeing this scene, the ominous premonition in the hearts of those ordinary peak-level kings grew even stronger.

Sure enough, the Crystal Demon King spoke again the next moment, his voice filled with an undeniable domineering authority:
"In that case, let each of us twelve choose a 'lucky one' to scout out the path ahead for us."

Having said that, he slowly raised his right hand, which was made of black crystal, and pointed in a direction from among the kings.

"Let's start with...you."

All eyes turned to him in the direction he was pointing.

It was a relatively slender demon king covered in blue scales. The moment the Crystal Demon King pointed at him, he trembled and his face turned deathly pale.

"No! Why me!" he screamed in terror.

"There's no reason," the Crystal Demon King's voice remained icy. "Or do you think you have the right to refuse?"

Before he finished speaking, a terrifying divine pressure, like an invisible divine mountain, crashed down on the demon king.

The demon king felt his bones groaning, his soul about to be crushed, and even standing became incredibly difficult.

This move is a blatant attempt to establish authority!
At almost the same time, the other eleven prodigies on the Divine Path each stretched out their hands, casually pointing at the eleven unlucky people in the crowd, as if they were selecting goods at a market.

"you."

"And you."

"come out."

This attitude of treating them like dirt and arbitrarily deciding their lives and deaths completely ignited the fury in the hearts of all the ordinary peak-level kings present.

Suppression, resentment, humiliation... all sorts of emotions, like a volcano about to erupt, were frantically accumulating in their chests.

"Why!"

Finally, someone could no longer bear the humiliation and let out an angry roar.

"We are all peak-level kings, and we came here by chance! Why do you treat us as pawns to scout ahead!"

"That's right! So what if they're geniuses on the Divine Path? We're not made of clay either!"

"If you want us to go and die, you'll have to step over our dead bodies first!"

One person's act of defiance instantly ignited the entire scene.

"boom--!!!"

Powerful auras of kingship surged into the sky. Hundreds of peak-level kings broke their silence at this moment. They spontaneously united and stared angrily at the twelve high-ranking prodigies of the Divine Path.

Public anger has been completely ignited!

Faced with this terrifying formation that would make any emperor tremble, the twelve prodigies of the Divine Path showed no fear whatsoever.

Yes, but only disdain and... a hint of annoyance at being provoked by ants.

"Oh?" The Crystal Demon King let out a cold laugh, his demonic light growing even more intense. "It seems that some people haven't yet realized the gap between themselves and us."

"Since you want to die, then I will grant your wish!"

The moment he finished speaking, his figure vanished.

The next moment, he appeared in front of the king who had resisted first. A claw made of black crystal, carrying the power to tear apart the laws, pierced through the opponent's chest!

"puff--!"

Blood splattered.

The peak king was killed instantly before he could even react, his soul completely annihilated by the demonic power attached to his claws.

One strike, instantly killing opponents of the same level!

This is the terrifying strength of the prodigies on the Divine Path!
This scene sent a chill down the spines of the players who had just been filled with excitement.

However, once the arrow is shot, there is no turning back.

"Kill!!" After a brief moment of shock, an even more ferocious roar echoed across the entire plain.

"Even if I die, I'll drag all you self-righteous bastards down with me!"

"Everyone, attack together! No matter how strong they are, there are only twelve of them!"

The great battle broke out instantly, without any warning!
In an instant, the entire plain in front of the burial ground transformed into a raging ocean of energy.

The laws are colliding, divine light is intertwining, and supernatural powers are clashing.

Hundreds of peak-level kings faced off against twelve prodigies on the Divine Path.

A massacre that was... inevitable and without any suspense, began.

……

Before the burial ground, on the desolate plain, war was ignited in an instant.

It wasn't a close contest, but rather... a hunt.

The twelve prodigies on the path of divinity, like twelve gods and demons walking among mortals, faced off against hundreds of angry yet desperate peak kings.

"boom!"

The Crystal Demon King's figure moved like a black lightning bolt, weaving through the crowd of kings.

He did not use any fancy supernatural powers, but relied solely on his supreme divine body constructed from "magic source crystals".

Each swing of its claws easily tore through space, pierced through the laws, and crushed the protective divine light and physical body of a peak king.

His movements were efficient and precise, full of cold-blooded killing aesthetics, as if he were not fighting, but carrying out a meticulous "disassembly" operation.

"Holy Light, judge these sinful souls!"

The fallen god-race prodigy with twelve wings on his back held aloft a giant sword formed from black light.

Wherever the sword pointed, streaks of black holy light, imbued with an aura of decay and depravity, descended like divine punishment.

The essence of a king shrouded in holy light will be rapidly corrupted and eroded, and in the end, in painful wails, he and his soul will turn into a pool of pus and blood.

That mechanical prodigy, whose form resembled liquid metal, was even more terrifying.

His body instantly disintegrated into billions of nanobots, forming a metallic storm that covered half the battlefield.

Any living being caught up in it will have its energy, life information, and even insights into the Dao analyzed, stolen, and devoured by these tiny robots, leaving only a desiccated corpse devoid of all energy.

The Twelve Divine Paths are twelve distinct yet equally domineering methods of killing.

They were like twelve highly efficient meat grinders, ruthlessly reaping lives.

Ordinary top-tier players are not without resistance.

They roared, burning their very essence, unleashing their most forbidden and secret techniques. Dozens of kings joined forces, converging all their attacks into a torrent of energy powerful enough to shake the stars, and blasted it towards one of the prodigies on the path to godhood.

However, the prodigy on the path of divinity merely smiled disdainfully, and before him, a "barrier of the gods" constructed from his own great laws quietly appeared.

"Boom——!!!"

An energy torrent powerful enough to destroy a galaxy crashed against the barrier, causing only a ripple before being completely annihilated.

"Is this... the gap?"

A king covered in blood looked at the scene before him, his eyes filled with endless despair.

Their pride and power are as fragile as a joke in the face of true geniuses on the path to divinity.

This is not a gap that can be bridged by numbers; it is an absolute suppression on a life level.

The killing continues.

Kings fell in droves. Their corpses were quickly torn to pieces by the violent aftershocks, then absorbed by the eerie, gray-white plain and vanished without a trace.

The air was thick with the stench of blood and despair.

In the distance, hidden behind the asteroid belt, Qin Feng quietly watched all of this from the Oracle.

There was no expression on his face.

He had seen too many scenes like this. The law of the jungle was the norm in the universe. These twelve prodigies on the Divine Path were indeed quite strong, each possessing combat power comparable to someone newly entering the Emperor Realm. Together, they would make even ordinary emperors retreat.

But he didn't care.

What he cared about was the "burial ground" itself.

Since the start of the battle, his divine sense had been enveloping the entire battlefield. He keenly sensed that the essence, flesh, and even fragments of the souls of the fallen kings had not truly returned to the universe, but were instead drawn by an invisible force and quietly merged into the vast gray-white plain beneath his feet.

This land... is "feeding".

The massacre did not last long.

When the last rebelling king had his head crushed by the Crystal Demon King's claw, the noisy battlefield finally returned to deathly silence.

Of the original hundreds of peak-level kings, only twelve remain.

Those were the twelve "pathfinders" that the twelve prodigies of the Divine Path had initially pointed out.

They didn't participate in the battle, or rather, from the very beginning, they were locked in place by the oppressive aura of the Divine Path prodigies, unable to even move. At this moment, their bodies were ice-cold, their faces ashen, and as they looked at the mess on the ground and the twelve figures that resembled demon gods, their eyes filled with endless fear.

Now, it's their turn.

"Alright, the obstacles have been cleared."

The Crystal Demon King flicked non-existent blood off his claws, his icy gaze sweeping over the twelve surviving kings.

"Now, it is your turn to fulfill your 'glory'."

The other eleven prodigies on the Divine Path also cast their indifferent gazes over.

In their eyes, these twelve living beings were no different from the dead.

However, just as the Crystal Demon King was about to give the order to drive these twelve "sacrifices" into the skeletal portal.

A sudden change occurs!
"Om-"

A mysterious fluctuation, indescribable in words, spread out without warning from the depths of that enormous skeletal portal.

This fluctuation, devoid of energy and sound, seemed to transcend matter and time, directly impacting the fundamental laws governing this plain.

In an instant, the entire gray-white plain was illuminated by a faint, breathing gray halo.

Everyone was taken aback by this sudden turn of events.

Immediately afterwards, a scene unfolded that sent chills down the spines of all living beings present, including the twelve high-ranking prodigies of the Divine Path.

The gray-white earth that had absorbed the essence of their blood and flesh, where those kings who had just died in battle and whose corpses had turned to dust, had disappeared, began to slowly "wriggle".

Grains of bone meal-like dust began to gather upwards.

Streams of energy that had long since dissipated began to coalesce out of thin air.

Fragments of the soul's imprint began to piece themselves back together.

It was as if time had turned back.

No, it's even more bizarre than time travel!

Blurry human figures rapidly took shape amidst the convergence of dust and energy.

Flesh and blood are reborn, bones are reshaped, and the soul returns.

In just a dozen breaths, the hundreds of peak kings who had just been slaughtered all reappeared on the same spot, without a single one missing.

They were completely unharmed, and their injuries and depleted energy had all been restored to their peak condition before the battle began.

"I...I'm still alive?"

The king who was the first to be instantly killed by the Crystal Demon King looked down at his intact chest, his face filled with bewilderment and disbelief.

"What...what's going on?"

"Aren't we already dead?"

All the resurrected kings were plunged into immense chaos and shock. They vividly remembered the moment they were killed, the agony of their souls being annihilated—a pain that could not be faked.

But now, they are standing here alive.

This goes against all the rules and common sense they have learned in their entire lives!

If the resurrected kings were shocked, then the twelve prodigies of the Divine Path felt a chill and dread that came from the depths of their souls.

They killed these people with their own hands, and they were certain that the other party had been completely annihilated, leaving not even a trace of their true spirit.

But they came back to life!

In this eerie land, death does not seem to be the end.

"What...what are these rules?" For the first time, the voice of the fallen god's prodigy carried a hint of solemnity.

"Undying... Domain?" Data streams flashed wildly in the electronic eyes of the mechanical prodigy, clearly indicating that the scene before him had exceeded his computational capabilities.

The Crystal Demon King stared intently at the resurrected kings, his black crystalline eyes flashing with a mixture of surprise and uncertainty.

He suddenly raised his hand, and a beam of dark magic light shot towards the king he had previously killed.

Faced with this sudden attack, the king had no time to react.

"puff!"

His body was pierced once again and annihilated.

However, only a few breaths later.

"Om-"

That mysterious fluctuation once again emanated from the portal of the skeleton.

The gray plain was once again illuminated by a halo of light.

The king was resurrected once again, perfectly intact, in the same spot.

This time, everyone can see it clearly.

A deathly silence fell over the scene.

Shock and...fear were written all over everyone's faces.

If the first resurrection could be explained by some unknown, large-scale resurrection supernatural power, then this second one completely confirms a chilling fact.

Before this burial ground, life seems to be indestructible!
The two sides, who were previously at loggerheads and ready to fight to the death, have now calmed down.

The ordinary kings were no longer angry, because they discovered they could not die.

The prodigies of the Divine Path were no longer arrogant, because they discovered that their powerful martial prowess seemed to have lost its meaning here.

The killing became utterly pointless.

"Everyone stop it."

Finally, among the twelve prodigies of the Divine Path, one with a relatively gentle temperament and exuding the scent of plants spoke.

"It seems that the rules of this burial ground are far more complex than we imagined. There is no point in continuing to fight."

No one refuted.

The Crystal Demon King slowly lowered his hand, his face grim. Though arrogant, he was not a fool. In this place where even the laws of death were distorted, any rash action could lead to unknown and even more terrifying consequences.

Everyone calmed down and began to re-examine the eerie plain and the ominous skeletal portal.

The atmosphere shifted from tense confrontation to a strange, mutually wary peace.

They began to try to communicate and discuss countermeasures.

"Is there a limit to the number of times this immortality can be used?"

"Or... does each resurrection require some kind of price we can't see?"

"Is it possible that this 'immortality' rule is limited to this plain? And that it will break down once you enter that portal?"

One by one, guesses were raised and then examined one by one.

No one brought up the topic of sending someone to scout and die anymore. Because here, "dying" itself had become a false proposition.

While they were having a heated discussion, trying to unravel the mystery of immortality.

A figure appeared silently at the edge of the battlefield.

He walked steadily and slowly from the distant void, as if strolling in his own backyard.

His appearance did not cause any energy fluctuations, yet it naturally attracted everyone's attention.

It was Qin Feng.

He dispelled the concealment of the Oracle and descended here alone.

As he approached step by step, an invisible and indescribable sense of oppression began to envelop the entire room.

It wasn't a deliberately released pressure, but a natural expression from a life-level perspective. It was like a star quietly descending upon a swarm of fireflies.

The kings, who were engaged in a heated debate, suddenly fell silent.

All eyes were focused on the suddenly appearing man in black.

"Who...is this person?"

"What a terrifying aura! The feeling he gives me... is even more unfathomable than those twelve prodigies on the Divine Path!"

"Humans? When did such powerful beings appear in the endless sea?"

Even the twelve prodigies of the Divine Path turned their heads, their eyes filled with vigilance and solemnity.

They sensed from Qin Feng an aura that was...like their own, or even...beyond their own kind.

Qin Feng ignored everyone's gazes and walked straight to an open space not far from the Bone Gate before stopping.

He looked up at the portal built from the bones of a giant beast.

A desolate, ancient aura, imbued with the resentment and unwillingness of countless beings before their deaths, swept over us.

Moreover, he sensed that the surrounding scenery was beginning to undergo subtle changes.

The gray-white plain seemed to have transformed into an endless mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

The air was filled with the wails and curses of countless lives.

Scenes of illusion flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern. Gods fell, their holy blood staining the heavens; trolls roared, shattering stars with a single punch; fairies wept blood, all their hopes turned to ashes…

These illusions contain an extremely strong mental impact, enough to cause any powerful king with an unsteady Dao heart to lose their composure and fall into madness in an instant.

However, Qin Feng's black-gold spiritual power only shifted slightly.

The seven-colored Bodhi tree seed in his mind swayed gently, scattering patches of clear light.

All the illusions and mental shocks vanished in an instant.

His eyes remained clear and calm throughout, like a still well.

"interesting."

Qin Feng thought to himself.

These mental attacks, though ineffective against him, indirectly confirmed that an unimaginable number of powerful individuals were indeed buried here.

His divine sense, like an invisible breeze, quietly spread out, easily bypassing everyone's perception and taking in all their previous conversations and current discussions.

"...Therefore, our current consensus is that this 'immortality' is definitely a trap!"

"That's right! How could the traps set up by the evil god leave us such a huge advantage to exploit?"

"I suspect that each resurrection leaves an unknown mark deep within our souls. When these marks accumulate to a certain number, they might trigger some kind of fatal curse!"

"Or, each resurrection consumes our 'existence' itself. When our 'existence' is completely consumed, we will be completely erased from the causal level, without even a chance to be resurrected!"

Upon hearing these speculations, a look of understanding flashed in Qin Feng's eyes.

These top-tier players, having reached this point, were clearly no fools. They quickly realized the crux of the problem.

There is no free lunch in the world.

The "blessings" of evil gods are often wrapped in the most deadly poisons.

This so-called "immortality" is definitely not as simple as it seems on the surface.

It may not be protection, but rather a kind of... selection, or even a kind of... captivity.

Thinking of this, Qin Feng already felt a sense of apprehension towards the first divine pass, the "Burial Ground".

The water here was deeper than he had imagined.

Instead of acting rashly, he chose to stand still like everyone else present, silently observing and waiting to see if there would be any other changes, or... if anyone would be unable to resist becoming the first "brave" to step into the unknown trap.

(End of this chapter)