High Martial Arts: Liver Becomes the Master of the Universe

Chapter 389 The Evil God Descends, the Elemental Corridor, and the Rankings Change!

In the thirty-sixth level, the collapse of the life-or-death chessboard did not trigger an earth-shattering explosion.

When Qin Feng crushed the Royal-level chessboard will, which possessed a hundredfold amplification, with a single palm strike, the entire world seemed to have its skeleton removed.

The black and white world collapsed into countless gray powders in an instant, the embers after the rules were broken.

Qin Feng, radiating the ultimate light of the Primordial Chaos, stood with an indifferent expression. He took a step forward, and the ruins beneath his feet automatically condensed into a step, supporting him as he stepped into the portal deep into the void.

Caesar followed closely behind. This former nemesis, now an ally, looked at Qin Feng's retreating figure with only a numb sense of awe. He had witnessed firsthand that incomprehensible power—not the breaking of the rules, but the sheer "mass" of its very existence that crushed them.

As you pass through the portal of light, all the noise fades away.

Level 37.

There were no shouts of killing, no smell of blood, and not even a breeze.

What comes into view is an endless expanse of mirror.

All around, above and below, are mirrors. Beneath your feet lies a pristine, silvery plain, while above, the same spectacle is reflected in the sky. This place feels like a dimensional rift in the universe, where all matter exists in a state of absolute stillness.

“This place…” Caesar frowned. He reached out, trying to touch the dust in the air, only to find that there wasn’t even any dust here. His voice carried with extreme difficulty, as if the air itself were solidified colloid.

Qin Feng remained silent, his gaze passing over the layers of reflections and settling on the very center of this mirrored world.

There, a solitary altar floats in the air.

Above the altar, there were no guardians, only a mass of liquid metal slowly writhing in the still world. It possessed a deep, dark gold color, with shimmering, star-like patterns flowing across its surface. With each movement, the surrounding space would subtly distort, as if its own mass were enough to crush the void.

“That is…” Caesar’s pupils contracted sharply, and his breathing became rapid. “Tai Xu Dragon Pattern Gold? No, that’s not right! This fluctuation… this is the legendary ‘Source Divine Iron’ that forms the foundation of the universe!”

Source-quality divine iron.

The top three treasures on the Cosmic Gods' Gold List. It's not used to forge the blades of weapons, but rather as a core material to imbue weapons with "life" and "growth potential." Legend has it that just a piece the size of a fingernail can give an ordinary piece of iron the potential to evolve into a divine weapon.

The mass in front of us was about the size of a head.

This is no longer just a priceless treasure; it's a causal treasure that even saints would fight tooth and nail for.

A glint of light flashed in Qin Feng's eyes. Although his Primordial Chaos Limit Body had reached its peak, his weapon—the spear that had accompanied him in his battles across the starry sea—was indeed somewhat unable to keep up with his current surge in power. If he could incorporate this divine essence into his weapon, or even refine it directly into his bones, his combat strength would once again experience a qualitative leap.

"What are the conditions for passing the level?" Caesar looked around warily, trying to find traces of the enemy.

"There are no enemies." Qin Feng spoke calmly, his voice as serene as the mirrored world around him. "This trial is not about killing."

He stepped forward.

The moment his foot touched the ground, a ripple suddenly appeared on the mirror-like plain beneath his feet. The ripple was extremely small, yet it was as if the first domino had been toppled.

boom!
Without warning, an overwhelming force of recoil came from beneath his feet. It wasn't an attack, but rather a "mirror image" of Qin Feng's own power.

With each step Qin Feng took, the pressure he exerted on the space was reflected back at a 100% rate.

"Interesting." Qin Feng's lips curled up slightly. He didn't stop, but instead quickened his pace.

But this world seemed to grow stronger with each challenge it faced. When Qin Feng was only a hundred meters away from the altar, the surrounding space had become as viscous as if it were cast from divine metal.

Before the altar stood an ancient stone tablet, upon which only a single line of twisted ancient divine script slowly lit up:
Those who stop the fighting gain; those who act rashly lose. Only with a calm and still mind can one access the true source.

"Whoever stops the fighting wins?"

Caesar muttered the proverb, his face turning grim. "Does this mean we can't use force? But this repulsive force is so strong that without brute force, we can't even get close to the altar."

This is an endless loop.

To obtain the divine gold, you must approach the altar.

Approaching the altar will result in being rejected by heaven and earth.

In order to combat rejection, force must be used.

Once force is used, it violates the rules of "stopping war" and "keeping the mind calm," and the repulsive force will accumulate infinitely.

Qin Feng stopped fifty meters away.

At this moment, the space around him had already developed black cracks due to excessive compression. Just by standing here, his terrifyingly powerful "Primordial Limit Body" was already putting an unbearable strain on this fragile world of rules.

This is precisely the fatal weakness that the thirty-seventh level targets in Qin Feng's defenses.

In the first thirty-six levels, Qin Feng relied on "absolute power" to break the rules.

The rule for this level is "absolute nothingness".

The rules here are like a ball of cotton, or some kind of non-Newtonian fluid. The harder you try, the harder it becomes; if you want it to be soft, you must give up all your strength.

"Let me try." Qin Feng ignored the warning on the stone tablet.

He raised his right hand, and from his palm, a burst of dark golden divine light erupted. It wasn't a test, but a destructive strike powerful enough to pierce through galaxies. Since the rules were in the way, he would erase them along with the rules.

"break!"

Qin Feng gave a low shout and pressed his palm forward.

Om-!
This time, there was no explosion.

The moment Qin Feng unleashed his power, the "Origin Divine Iron" suspended above the altar suddenly trembled violently. It seemed to be bound to the rules of the entire space. With each step forward of Qin Feng's destructive power, the ball of divine metal became more transparent, as if it would completely dissipate into the void at any moment.

Qin Feng instantly withdrew his power.

The power dissipated, and the divine metal solidified anew.

"Damn it." Caesar saw through the trick and gritted his teeth. "This thing is integrated with the level. If you force your way through, the level will shatter, and the divine metal will be annihilated along with it. This isn't just a test; it's taking the reward hostage!"

Qin Feng withdrew his hand expressionlessly, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

He was stumped.

It's not that they lack the strength, but rather that they've fallen into a logical paradox.

The designer of this challenge was clearly extremely insidious. He wasn't betting on the strength of the challenger, but rather on their "greed." If Qin Feng didn't want this divine gold, he could simply smash this place to pieces with a single punch and move on to the next challenge.

But he wanted it.

If you want it, you must abide by the "rules of the game" here.

"My heart is as still as water..." Qin Feng murmured to himself.

This is the most difficult thing for him right now.

His path is the path of limits, the path of plunder, the path of devouring. Every cell in his body roars with a thirst for energy, and an inextinguishable war burns deep within his soul. To make him conceal his aura and become "harmless" is like making a colossal beast that devours the stars disguise itself as a docile sheep.

Moreover, his level of existence is far too high.

Even if he doesn't use any cultivation techniques, the mere existence of this physical body is enough to stir up a storm of rules.

Qin Feng tried to suppress his aura and compress all his power into the primordial singularity within his body.

He took a step.

Click.

The mirror beneath their feet cracked instantly.

The repulsive force still existed, although it had weakened, but the divine metal was still in a semi-ethereal state, clearly indicating that Qin Feng still posed a "threat".

“No.” Qin Feng shook his head. “My very existence is a disruption of this ‘tranquil rule’.”

He sat down cross-legged, about fifty meters away from Shenjin.

This was the first time he had stopped since entering the Endless Sea. It wasn't because the enemy was too strong, but because he needed to find a near-nonexistent balance between the domineering spirit of "I will not let the sky obscure my vision" and the gentle tranquility of "all things returning to silence."

This is a battle between oneself and oneself.

Just as Qin Feng was deep in thought at the thirty-seventh level, a sudden change occurred in the sky above the Endless Sea.

The sky, which was originally dark and murky, filled with chaotic energy, was suddenly torn apart by an extremely dazzling golden light. That golden light did not originate from a star, but was a direct manifestation of the will of the universe.

Rumbling--

The dull rumble of thunder rolled across every corner of the Seventy-Two Divine Gates. Whether they were newcomers struggling in the first gate or veteran powerhouses deep in the bloody battles of more than a dozen gates, they all looked up in shock.

The golden light gathered in the sky, transforming into a golden list that blotted out the sun.

The list was surrounded by the laws of the Great Dao, and each word was as dazzling as a star, radiating a suffocating pressure.

[Seventy-Two Divine Gates - Prodigy Progress Ranking]

This is a calculated move by the will of the universe.

It needs to inject the most direct competitive catalyst into the brutal elimination process. When rankings are laid bare before everyone, the so-called "steady and methodical approach" will cease to exist, replaced by a frantic chase and fierce battle.

As the list unfolds, names begin to emerge.

At the bottom of the list are densely packed names, most of which are between the first and fifth levels.

As you look upwards, the names become fewer and fewer, but behind each name lies a top prodigy from a particular star region.

10th Place: Lei Xing (Lei Ling Clan) - Current Progress: Level 24.

9th Place: Ancient Barbarians (Titans) - Current Progress: Level 25.

4th Place: Augustus (Holy Angel) - Current Progress: Level 27.

3rd Place: Nightshade (Voidwalker) - Current Progress: Level 28.

Upon seeing this, countless geniuses gasped in astonishment.

"It's only been less than 200,000 years since it opened, and someone has already reached level 28? That's a deadly place after the 'Burial Wasteland'!"

"Youye truly lives up to his reputation as the crown prince of the Void Clan; his speed is simply unbelievable."

However, as everyone's gaze continued upwards, looking at the number one spot that hung high above, unchallenged for eternity, the entire Endless Sea fell into a deathly silence that lasted for several breaths.

It was a name, hanging alone at the highest point, creating a despairing chasm between itself and the second place.

2nd Place: Indra (First Divine Son of the Gods) - Current Progress: Level 29.

1st Place: Qin Feng (Human Race) - Current Progress: Level 37

Dead silence.

What followed was an explosive uproar.

"Level 37?!?!"

"How is this possible! This can't be! Is there a mistake in the list?"

"Emperor Shitian is a genius of unparalleled talent, possessing the purest bloodline of the gods, yet he has only just broken through the 29th level. What makes that human... that human so special?"

"Qin Feng? Is that the madman who slaughtered a million souls in the first level?"

"Even with speedrunning, it's impossible to be this fast! This is completely illogical! Could it be that the rules of the Divine Gate are ineffective for him?"

The enormous gap brought not only shock, but also panic.

For those self-important top races in the universe, being ridden on the head by a human—a race that has long since fallen in the universe and is regarded as "food"—is an utter disgrace.

Level 29, a hellish inferno of thunder.

A handsome man clad in platinum armor and sporting twelve pairs of luminous wings was crushing the head of a thunder beast with a single hand. Golden blood dripped from his fingers, each drop containing destructive divine power.

He is the first divine son of the gods, Indra.

At this moment, he wasn't looking at the prey in his hand, but staring intently at the golden list in the sky.

For the first time, a crack appeared on that flawless face.

"Qin...Feng".

As Indra spat out the name through gritted teeth, the surrounding thunder seemed to sense his rage, instantly becoming ten times more violent.

"Thirty-seven levels. He's actually eight levels ahead of me."

In this level of competition, being one step ahead is an insurmountable chasm; being eight levels ahead is practically a dimensional crushing victory. This means that while he was struggling through level 29, Qin Feng was already treating the subsequent levels like his backyard.

"Your Highness."

Behind them, an old servant whispered, "This person has a mysterious background. It is said that he displayed extraordinary abilities in the first level. Now it seems that he may have mastered some kind of 'shortcut' to the Divine Gate."

"A shortcut?" Di Shitian sneered, his golden eyes burning with fierce fighting spirit. "The will of the universe is fair. The so-called shortcut is just another form of power. But he shouldn't have exposed himself at this time."

Di Shitian took a deep breath, his divine power surging, and his previously suppressed realm showed signs of loosening at this moment.

"Pass down the order to contact the other top ten players."

“Tell them that if they don’t want to see that human get the ‘ultimate opportunity’ first, they should put aside their prejudices for now.”

"The Seventy-Two Divine Passes are not a game for one person to fight alone. Since he's fast, let's join forces and... cut off his path!"

……

At the same time, in level 28, in the dark void rift.

A blurry black shadow is devouring the heart of a royal-level void beast.

"Hehehe... Human? Qin Feng?"

Youye licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes flashing with greed and madness. "Interesting, very interesting. Such a powerful soul, such an overbearing speed of advancement, if I can devour it, my Void Divine Body... will definitely reach its peak."

We must catch up.

"We absolutely cannot let him get the rewards for completing the first fifty levels. Those divine items are all mine!"

……

In an instant, the winds shifted across the entire Seventy-Two Divine Passes.

The top talents, who were originally fighting their own battles and wary of each other, have developed a strange tacit understanding because of this sudden ranking and that lofty name.

Chasing after Qin Feng.

To intercept Qin Feng.

Under the immense shadow cast by this name, all pride was shattered, replaced by a hysterical sense of urgency.

They would never allow a lowly human to look down upon them like ants from that supreme end.

At this moment, Qin Feng was unaware of the uproar that had been stirred up by him.

Or rather, even if he knew, he wouldn't care. A lion never turns around because of a sheep's bleating.

Level 37, Mirror World.

Qin Feng has been sitting cross-legged for three whole days.

Three days is but a fleeting moment for an emperor with an endless lifespan. But he did not enter a meditative state; instead, he was conducting an extremely precise "self-analysis."

"The essence of this challenge is 'being on the same wavelength'."

Qin Feng had rehearsed the scenario countless times in his mind.

To obtain that "Origin Divine Iron," one must completely synchronize their frequency with this still spacetime. This is akin to trying to retrieve a pearl from a pool of water without disturbing a single ripple on the surface.

But his power was too great.

Each of his cells is like a miniature nuclear reactor; even without releasing energy, the internal vibrations are incongruous with the "absolute stillness" here.

"Since it cannot be contained..."

Qin Feng suddenly opened his eyes. In those dark eyes, there was no longer the previous repression and restraint, but instead a wilder flame burning.

"Since I cannot become as 'still' as this world, then I will make this world 'dynamic' like me!"

This is an extremely crazy idea.

The rule for this level is "stop fighting," it's about "stillness."

Qin Feng's previous approach was to conform to the rules and try to calm himself down. But he forgot that he was Qin Feng, the Qin Feng who had fought his way through the Star Sea and disregarded the rules.

Following the rules? That's not his way.

Even for the sake of a reward, it's unacceptable.

"Caesar."

Qin Feng suddenly spoke.

Caesar, who had been bored to death, suddenly snapped out of his daze: "What? You've figured it out? You're going to give up?"

"Do not."

Qin Feng slowly stood up. At that moment, he no longer suppressed the power within him. The Primordial Chaos Limit Body erupted in full force, and terrifying blood energy surged into the sky like a dragon, instantly shattering the mirror-like sky above his head.

"I'm going to master this level."

Qin Feng's voice was calm, yet he uttered the most arrogant words in the world.

"Are you crazy?!"

Caesar was horrified. "If we forcibly destroy it, the divine metal will disappear!"

"Who said I was going to cause damage?"

Qin Feng's lips curled into a cold smile. "I want to assimilate it."

Since I can't turn into water, I'll boil this pool of water into steam!

When the whole world is in violent turmoil, my turmoil is the only "stillness" in this world!
This is the theory of relativity.

This is Qin Feng's problem-solving approach: if I can't adapt to the environment, then I'll change it.

"The Ultimate Furnace for All Things!"

Qin Feng let out a low roar and opened his arms.

This time, instead of launching an attack outward, he completely reversed the gravitational field within his body, a field powerful enough to devour stars.

Since this barrier is rejecting me, then I will devour you!
I will not destroy your structure. I will absorb all the rules, space, and even the so-called "tranquil atmosphere" of this world into my body and reorganize them within my body!
Boom boom boom——!
The mirrored world began to tremble.

This time, it wasn't a tremor of rejection, but a tremor of fear.

The "Origin Divine Iron" floating above the altar was initially rejecting Qin Feng, but when Qin Feng displayed a "devouring will" even greater than this world, it seemed to sense a call from a higher dimension.

rule?

In the face of absolute hegemony, no rule is unchangeable.

Qin Feng took a step forward.

The mirror beneath his feet did not shatter; instead, it transformed into a stream of light that merged into the soles of his feet.

Fifty meters.

Thirty meters.

ten meters.

The repulsive force disappeared, replaced by a joyful cry of submission.

When Qin Feng finally grasped the cold, flowing "Origin Divine Iron," the entire Thirty-Seventh Level completely collapsed, turning into countless points of light that became part of his Primordial Limit Body.

"Ding--"

A crisp sound echoed in the void.

That was the sound of divine gold being obtained, and also the death knell of the shattered old rules.

Qin Feng looked at the completely tamed divine iron in his hand, then looked up at the golden list that had appeared above his head. His gaze swept over the names following closely behind, and a contemptuous smile appeared on his face.

"Chase me?"

"Then run faster."

"Because from now on, I won't stop."

After saying that, he swallowed the divine gold into his stomach, and his figure transformed into a stream of light, rushing towards the entrance of the thirty-eighth level.

Behind him, the shattered thirty-seventh level could never be repaired.

This also means that those who come later and want to pass this test will face a void of chaos, and the difficulty will be hellish.

This is Qin Feng.

The path he had walked led to a dead end.

……

In the void between the thirty-seventh and thirty-eighth levels.

Qin Feng floated cross-legged, the "Origin Divine Iron" plundered from the Mirror World hovering in front of his chest. This dark golden liquid seemed to possess some kind of high-dimensional life force, emitting a metallic tremor similar to an infant's cry under the burning of Qin Feng's ultimate divine light.

"melt."

With a single gesture, Qin Feng unleashed the "Panlong Spear," his weapon of many years. Although made of exceptional materials, once a top-tier weapon among black hole-level and even god-forbidden-level weapons, it now seemed somewhat inadequate in the face of battles against those at the pinnacle of the Emperor realm, even those approaching the Saint realm. It was like a child attempting to wield a giant's hammer, each impact accompanied by a groan of unbearable strain. The source-material divine iron, upon touching the spear tip, seeped in like mercury.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a silent and terrifying erosion. The dark red patterns on the gun barrel began to twist and recombine, the original metal structure forcibly replaced by the domineering properties of the divine iron. Fine, dragon-scale-like textures grew on the surface of the gun shaft, each scale seemingly compressing a miniature black hole.

This process lasted for a full seven days.

Seven days later, the spear was reforged. It no longer exuded that sharp, murderous aura; instead, it became simple and restrained, its entire body displaying a dull black that devoured light, with only the tip gleaming with a chilling dark gold.

"What a fine weapon." Caesar couldn't help but exclaim. "With the infusion of primordial divine iron, this spear now possesses the attribute of 'growth.' As long as you keep killing, it will continue to evolve. In terms of sheer hardness, even a low-level holy artifact would hardly be able to damage it in the slightest."

Qin Feng reached out and gripped the gun.

boom!
A vast, ocean-like force of feedback surged from the gun into his body. This was the primordial rule of the universe contained within the divine iron, an immense energy powerful enough to instantly elevate an ordinary Emperor Realm cultivator to Sainthood.

Within Qin Feng's body, billions of cells instantly boiled. The "Primordial Limit" vortex, swirling like a nebula, began to frantically devour this power.

His aura was surging.

The density of the physical body is increasing.

Even the little soul deep within the soul was draped in a layer of dark golden armor.

However, that invisible and intangible "sacred barrier" has never been broken.

For an ordinary prodigy, this power would be enough to breach a dam and flow into the ocean of the Holy Realm. But Qin Feng's "dam" was too high, and his "ocean" was too vast.

His path is the path of limits.

To compress enough water to fill an entire ocean into a single cup would be a difficulty a thousand times greater.
After a long while, Qin Feng slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air. That breath transformed into a long-lasting white ribbon in the void, directly piercing through the asteroid belt several kilometers away.

“Still no good.” Qin Feng shook his head, his eyes showing no disappointment, only a rational indifference. “The Origin Divine Iron improved my ‘weapon’ and ‘strength’, but it couldn’t improve my ‘status’. If I want my life level to leap to the Saint Realm, what I need is not just energy, but something more fundamental… the plundering of rules.”

"With your current combat power, you could probably roam freely in this universe. Why are you so fixated on that level?" Caesar asked, puzzled.

"Because the essence of the 'Divine Gate' is selection." Qin Feng put away his gun and stood up, his gaze fixed on the deep darkness. "No matter how strong one is at the Emperor Realm, they are still within the rules. Only by becoming a Saint can one escape the chessboard and become the one who moves the pieces. Without becoming a Saint, one is ultimately just an ant."

He glanced at the entrance leading to the thirty-eighth level.

"Seven days have been wasted. Those so-called pursuers must be getting impatient by now."

Qin Feng's lips curled into a mocking smile as he stepped out and entered the teleportation portal.

During the seven days that Qin Feng was in seclusion refining his weapon, the situation in the Endless Sea underwent a dramatic change.

Level 25, Crimson Wasteland.

This place was originally an endurance test set up by the will of the universe, requiring challengers to endure three days of relentless attacks from blood beasts.

But now, this place has become a true battlefield.

The ninth-ranked prodigy, the "Ancient Barbarian" of the Titan race, is kneeling amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

His once towering Titan form, hundreds of feet tall, was now in ruins, its golden divine blood long since drained, replaced by black blood that reeked of stench and sulfur.

Thousands of corpses lay around him.

His followers, the geniuses of other races who were passing by, and even the original guardians of this place—those blood beasts—were all torn to pieces by him and became part of the altar beneath his feet.

"why why……"

Gu Man's eyes were bloodshot, his pupils gone, leaving only two wildly spinning black vortexes. He stared intently at the golden list in the sky, at the name hanging high at level 37—Qin Feng.

That kind of despair is enough to destroy the moral compass of any proud person.

He was the hope of the Titans, a born superhuman. From a young age, he was told he was the protagonist of the universe. But in front of Qin Feng, he felt like a toddler learning to walk.

Do you also want power?

A voice suddenly rang out from the depths of his mind.

The sound wasn't like speaking; it was more like the overlapping screams of countless dying creatures, carrying a chilling, sticky quality.

"Who?!" Gu Man roared, swinging his warhammer and smashing it into the void.

"No need to look anymore, I'm right here in your heart. Right here in your anger, in your jealousy." The voice was full of temptation. "Look at that human named Qin Feng. What makes him faster than you? What makes him stronger than you? Is it because he works harder than you? No... it's because he's more 'ruthless'."

"In this universe, there is only one rule that is eternal."

"That's killing."

"Only by sacrificing blood for the common people can one prove the Great Dao. The so-called rule-following way to pass the trials is nothing but a game for the weak. The true strong climb to the top by stepping over corpses."

Gu Man's body began to tremble violently. His reason was resisting, but his instincts were roaring.

Because he sensed it; along with that voice, an unprecedented, extremely violent power was being injected into his body from the void.

That is the power of **Khorne**.

It is the evil god's law that governs slaughter, bloodshed, and war in the dark side of the universe.

“If you are willing to offer a sacrifice… I can make you surpass him. Immediately, right now.”

Gu Man raised his head and looked at the group of trembling survivors in the distance. They were his people, his fellow Titans whom he had sworn to protect.

But at this moment, under the dual attack of the obsession to "surpass Qin Feng" and the whispers of the evil god, his originally clear eyes instantly collapsed.

"strength……"

Gu Man stood up.

His skin began to peel away, revealing grotesque bone spurs. The once sacred Titan runes instantly transformed into scarlet cursed patterns.

"For...power!"

boom!
The warhammer fell.

That night, there were no survivors in level 25.

If Qin Feng's strength is based on absolute rationality and profound knowledge, then...

The ancient barbarians' growth into strength is a pathological, cancerous, and unlimited proliferation.

From the moment he received the blessing of Khorne, Gu Man was no longer Gu Man. He became a puppet of the rules of slaughter, a pawn of the evil god in the endless sea.

rule?

When you completely fall into demonic ways, the rules that the gods use to test the "trialees" become a joke.

Because he stopped trying to solve the problems, he tore up the exam paper and ate the examiner.

Level 30.

Gu Man smashed the elemental giant guarding the gate with a single punch, then opened his gaping maw, which stretched all the way to his ears, and swallowed the elemental giant, who possessed the strength of the threshold of the Saint Realm, whole in front of everyone.

Level 33.

Faced with the labyrinthine illusion, he did not seek an exit, but instead burned his own life essence to unleash the forbidden divine art "Blood Sea Raging," submerging the entire labyrinth in corrosive black blood, corroding and penetrating even the spatial barriers.

This method requires no insight, no skill, only extreme violence and self-destruction.

His realm began to soar at an illogical speed amidst this frenzied absorption.

Peak of Emperor Conferment...

Half-step divine restriction...

False saint...

Finally, at level 35.

When he had slaughtered all three thousand alien prodigies who had gathered in this pass and were trying to take advantage of the situation, and then used their heads to build a mound of skulls, the sky cracked open.

It is not auspicious clouds in all directions, nor is it purple aura coming from the east.

Instead, a crimson bolt of lightning descended.

The will of the universe was enraged and wanted to obliterate this rule-breaking anomaly. But the will of the evil god descended at this moment, transforming into a blood-red hand that blotted out the sky, forcefully blocking the heavenly punishment, crushing the lightning, and forcibly pouring it into the ancient barbarian's body.

"Roar--!!!"

A roar that was neither human nor Titan resounded throughout the universe.

The ancient barbarian has been deified.

Although this is the lowest-ranking "Blood Fiend Saint," a pseudo-saint obtained by sacrificing lifespan and reason, in terms of realm, he has indeed taken that step, surpassing Qin Feng, who is still honing his foundation.

The **[Seventy-Two Divine Passes - Prodigy Progress Ranking]** has been updated.

This update plunged the entire Endless Sea into even greater panic than before.

1st Place: Ancient Barbarian (Fallen Titan) - Current Progress: Level 38 (Completed).

2nd Place: Qin Feng (Human Race) - Current Progress: Level 38 (Not yet entered).

Qin Feng, who had consistently topped the charts, has been overtaken.

Moreover, it was surpassed in a disgustingly bloody way by a Titan that was never considered a top threat.

When Qin Feng stepped out of the teleportation portal and arrived at the thirty-eighth level, he was not met with the test he had expected.

This is a level called "Gravity Star Sea".

Originally, there should have been countless huge gravity spheres suspended in the air, testing the challengers' agility and physical resistance.

But now, all that's left here is a mess.

All the gravity spheres were pulverized into dust. A thick, overwhelming stench of blood filled the void—the pungent and nauseating smell of a mixture of divine and demonic blood.

Qin Feng frowned slightly, and with a flash, he arrived at the core area of ​​the checkpoint.

There should have been an altar there to hold the rewards for completing the game.

According to the information provided by Luo Cheng, the reward for the thirty-eighth level should be a bottle of "Star Soul Marrow Liquid," which can greatly nourish the soul.

But now, the altar has been split in two.

The top is empty.

Moreover, at the broken edge of the altar, there remained some extremely evil power of law. Qin Feng was very familiar with that power; he had encountered something similar in previous battles—it was… the aura of an evil god.

"It got snatched away."

Qin Feng's voice was calm, but beneath that calm was a volcano about to erupt.

He doesn't care about being surpassed in the rankings.

That's just empty fame.

But he cares about resources.

He had long considered the resources of these seventy-two divine passes his private property. Now, someone had not only surpassed him but also stolen what rightfully belonged to him?
“It’s that ancient barbarian.” Caesar stepped out from behind Qin Feng, examining the marks on the ground with a grave expression. “This aura… belongs to the evil god of the [Khorne] lineage. He’s gone mad. He has completely abandoned himself and become a vessel for slaughter. Only in this way can he disregard the rules and forcibly break through the barrier through 'sacrifice'.”

“Moreover…” Caesar swallowed, “judging from the remaining fluctuations of the laws, he… has been sainted.”

He was granted the title of "Honored Saint".

These two words weighed heavily on my heart.

Although he was a fallen pseudo-saint, he still bore the title of "saint." The difference between saint and mortal is like an insurmountable chasm. A saint who has mastered the complete (even distorted) chain of laws possesses absolute suppressive power against those at the Emperor Realm.

Qin Feng didn't say anything, and turned to walk towards the passage leading to the thirty-ninth level.

The passageway had been violently torn apart and deformed, with turbulent currents flowing freely through it.

Walk through the passage.

Level 39, [Elemental Corridor].

Originally, this place should have been filled with the dazzling five elements, a sacred place for comprehending the laws.

At this moment, this place has become a scorched wasteland.

All the elemental spirits were slaughtered, and their elemental cores were taken away.

The reward for completing the level—a "Heart of the Storm"—also vanished without a trace.

A line of large characters written in blood lay on the ground, the characters twisted and grotesque, as if mocking those who came after:
"Qin Feng, I'm waiting for you up ahead. Come, take your head, and use it as the cup to make me a god!"

This is provocation.

A naked provocation.

Qin Feng looked at the line of blood-written words and suddenly smiled.

That smile was so cold that it extinguished the flames that had not yet dissipated.

"interesting."

Qin Feng reached out and gently wiped away the line of bloody words.

"In order to get ahead of me, he didn't hesitate to sell himself to an evil god and become a mad dog."

"Since you're in such a hurry to give me your head..."

"Then I'll grant your wish."

Qin Feng did not lose his mind due to anger and accelerated his charge.

Instead, he lingered for a moment in the ruins of level thirty-nine.

"Ultimate Divine Light, Rewind."

The laws of time flowed within his eyes. Although he could not reverse time, he could recreate the battles that had taken place here.

In the scene, a monster covered in bone spurs and dripping with black blood is tearing apart elemental guardians in an extremely savage manner. The monster's power is not refined, even crude, but its destructive force is genuinely at the Saint Realm level. Each strike carries a toxin that corrodes the rules of existence; contact with it is instant death.

"It's just pure brute force, with absolutely no skill involved," Qin Feng commented.

“But he’s fast,” Caesar warned. “He doesn’t need to solve the puzzles; he just dismantles the maze. At this rate, he might already be at level 40, or even level 41. If we don’t stop him, he’ll destroy all the rewards that follow.”

"He can't get far."

Qin Feng withdrew his divine light, his eyes becoming sharp as knives.

"Although he was canonized, it was a case of forcing growth. His body and soul were constantly suffering from the backlash of the evil god's power. He needed to kill continuously to maintain this state. This doomed him to be unable to last."

"and……"

Qin Feng gripped the new long spear in his hand tightly. "It's been a long time since I've killed a 'Saint'. Although it's just a defective one, it's perfect for sharpening my new spear."

"Walk."

Qin Feng will no longer retain his position.

boom!
He leaped into the air, this time unleashing the full speed of the **[Primordial Chaos Ultimate Body]**. Transforming into a streak of black lightning, he shattered the spatial barrier and charged towards the fortieth level.

It's not a challenge.

It's a chase.

The nature of this battle for the divine pass changed at this moment.

It's no longer just a simple race, but a life-or-death chase between a hunter and a mad beast.

Level 40, [Thousand Machine Puppet Formation].

This was originally a legacy site left behind by powerful members of the mechanical race, and it possesses countless sophisticated combat puppets.

When Qin Feng arrived, a massacre was taking place there.

But he was too late.

Or rather, the ancient barbarians were simply too fast.

The entire puppet array had been completely destroyed, with broken metal parts scattered all over the ground. In the center of the battlefield, the fallen figure had vanished, leaving only a scene of devastation and a smashed reward chest.

The contents of the treasure chest have been taken.

Moreover, Gu Man seemed to know that Qin Feng would catch up, so he left a "blood thunder" in the treasure chest.

The moment Qin Feng approached.

Boom!

The Blood Fiend Thunder, powerful enough to severely injure even a peak-level Emperor, erupted, plowing through the ruins within a hundred miles once more.

The smoke cleared.

Qin Feng stood unharmed, the Primordial Divine Light on his body not even rippling. This level of trap was nothing more than a tickle to him.

But this only intensified the murderous intent in his eyes.

“He’s toying with you,” Caesar gritted his teeth. “He’s deliberately provoking you, trying to make you show your weakness in your anger.”

"No." Qin Feng looked ahead at the entrance to the forty-first level, where the spatial fluctuations from when Gu Man left still lingered. "He was afraid."

"Fear?"

"Although he's gone mad, his instincts are still intact. He knows that a direct confrontation might not guarantee a victory, so he wants to use the rewards from these levels to continue building up his strength. He's stalling for time, trying to accumulate enough advantage to crush me before he completely collapses."

Qin Feng took a deep breath, and the spear in his hand emitted a longing hum.

Unfortunately, he didn't know one thing.

"what?"

"In the face of absolute strength, taking a few extra steps is meaningless."

Qin Feng took a step forward, and his figure instantly disappeared from the spot.

Level 41.

Level 42.

Level 43.

Qin Feng began to accelerate wildly.

He no longer bothered to understand the rules of each level, because the rules had been broken. All he had to do now was follow the nauseating smell of blood, catch up, and kill him.

Two figures, one in front of the other, engaged in a thrilling chase deep within the Seventy-Two Divine Passes.

A madman wreaks havoc and plunders everything.

One pursued relentlessly, his killing intent overwhelming.

at last.

In level 45, [Heavenly River Weak Water].

Qin Feng stopped in his tracks.

Because at the edge of his vision, on the Weak Water River, which stretches across the heavens and earth and is known as "a place where even birds cannot cross," a huge blood-red figure stood with its back to him.

The figure was holding a severed head in its hand.

That was the guardian of this pass, the head of a divine dragon formed from the condensation of weak water.

Gu Man slowly turned around.

On that face, so distorted and unrecognizable, a row of jagged fangs was revealed. He looked at Qin Feng and let out a hoarse, grating laugh:

"You've finally arrived... you slow-moving turtle."

He held up the still dripping "Essence of Weak Water," the most precious treasure of this level.

"Want it?"

Click.

Right in front of Qin Feng, he crushed the essence that was enough to drive countless water-type cultivators mad into powder and scattered it into the Weak Water beneath his feet.

"Oops, my hand slipped."

Gu Man tilted his head, his eyes flashing red light. "Now, the reward is gone. Our game... officially begins."

boom!
A terrifying pressure belonging to the Holy Realm, mixed with the corrupt aura of the evil god, pressed down on Qin Feng from all directions.

Qin Feng remained expressionless.

He simply raised the spear in his hand slowly, the tip pointing directly at Gu Man's brow.

"game?"

"Do not."

"This is an execution."

(End of this chapter)