High Martial Arts: Liver Becomes the Master of the Universe

Chapter 390 Heavenly River Like Water, Evil God Pursuit!

Level 45, Heavenly River and Weak Water.

This black river that stretches across the sky and earth is not ordinary water, but is composed of a cosmic wonder called "Return to the Void Heavy Water".

Each drop is as heavy as a star, capable of dissolving laws and corroding the soul, hence the saying, "Even birds cannot cross it, and gods and demons cannot pass it."

At this moment, the once silent Milky Way is now boiling.

The ancient barbarians, or rather, the fallen Titan who was once the ancient barbarians, stood on the boiling river.

The Weak Water beneath his feet seemed to come alive, transforming into countless black tentacles that supported his body, which had been twisted beyond recognition by the power of the evil god.

He had just crushed the reward for this level—the "Essence of Weak Water," a priceless essence that the Weak Water Heavenly River could only nurture over billions of years.

Right in front of Qin Feng, he turned him into dust, declaring his stance in the most direct way: he came here not to search for treasure, but to kill.

"A game? An execution?"

On the face of the ancient barbarian, covered with bone spurs and demonic patterns, a hideous smile appeared. His voice was like two pieces of rusty metal rubbing together: "Human, your arrogance, like your pathetic cultivation level, is laughable."

boom!
He didn't waste any words, and released the full pressure of the "Blood Fiend Saint".

That wasn't the oppressive aura of an ordinary saint that resonated with the laws of heaven and earth; it was a purer, more tainted "domain." Centered on him, the space within a radius of ten thousand miles was instantly stained a dark red. The air became viscous, filled with the smells of rust and sulfur. Within this domain, all laws were forcibly distorted, becoming tools serving the concept of "slaughter."

Under this oppressive force, Caesar could barely stand. His soul wailed, as if he would be dragged into an endless sea of ​​blood and hell at any moment by this filthy power. He had no choice but to retreat frantically, his eyes filled with horror.

This is the holy land.

Even the lowest-ranking pseudo-saint has a life level that completely surpasses that of a crowned emperor.

However, Qin Feng, who was at the very center of the oppressive aura, didn't even flinch.

A thin layer of dark golden light spontaneously formed around him—it was the instinctive reaction of the [Primordial Limit Body]. When Gu Man's Holy Domain, which was enough to crush ordinary peak-level Emperors, came into contact with this light, it was like waves crashing against an ancient, unyielding reef, making no progress other than splashing up some meaningless bloody foam.

"This is your 'sacred realm'?"

Qin Feng's tone carried a hint of pure academic curiosity.

"What you call a 'domain' is not something you've come to understand yourself, but rather a 'permission' granted to you by an evil god. You are merely a puppet administrator of this blood-red space, not its true master. Your foundation is weak, your laws are complex, and your system is riddled with flaws."

With each word Qin Feng spoke, the madness on Gu Man's face intensified.

Because everything Qin Feng said was true.

He could feel that the overwhelming power within him was not entirely under his control. While giving him power, it was also frantically devouring his life force and reason.

"Shut up! Shut up!!"

Gu Man, his sore spot struck, let out a deafening roar. He no longer tried to intimidate Qin Feng with his power, because it was pointless.

He moved.

There were no sophisticated footwork techniques, only the most primitive and savage charges.

The Weak Water Heavenly River beneath his feet suddenly exploded, and billions of tons of river water were lifted up by his terrifying force, transforming into a black tsunami that stretched across the sky and crashed down on Qin Feng.

This was not merely a physical attack; every drop of Weak Water was infused with his filthy Saint-level Blood Fiend Power, enough to instantly corrode an entire cosmic nation into nothingness.

Faced with this devastating attack, Qin Feng simply raised the spear in his hand slowly.

"Then let me see just how genuine this borrowed power is."

Qin Feng did not choose to confront them head-on.

His figure vanished a split second before the tsunami struck, and the next instant, he appeared behind Gu Man. The newly formed spear, like a black lightning bolt, silently pierced towards Gu Man's back.

This shot did not trigger any unusual phenomena in the heavens and earth; all the power was perfectly compressed into the dark gold tip of the spear.

However, just as the spear tip was about to touch the ancient barbarian's skin...

"Roar!"

As if he had eyes in the back of his head, Gu Man suddenly turned around and grabbed the spear shaft with his giant hand covered in bone armor.

stab-

A teeth-grinding scraping sound rang out.

The spear, infused with "Origin Divine Iron," was incomparably sharp, instantly tearing through the bone armor in the ancient barbarian's palm. However, it was also firmly held in place by that extremely savage force, unable to advance even an inch further.

"Gotcha, you bug!"

Gu Man grinned maliciously, his other hand clenched into a fist, and on the tip of his fist, a blood-red vortex composed of pure killing laws spun wildly, carrying a power capable of shattering stars, and slammed towards Qin Feng's head.

Qin Feng's eyes narrowed, he abandoned the spear, and clenched his left fist to meet the attack.

[Primordial Limit Body] versus [Blood Fiend Saint Body]

The Emperor's title was the ultimate in the realm of the false saint.

Boom! ! ! !
Two fists of completely disproportionate size collided, unleashing an energy storm far exceeding any previous clash.

The sky above the forty-fifth level was punched open by this punch, creating a huge hole that revealed the dark and turbid chaotic air currents of the endless sea outside.

Caesar witnessed this from a great distance, and his heart nearly stopped beating.

A head-on clash? Qin Feng actually chose to confront a Fallen Titan Saint known for his strength head-on?

The collision sent Qin Feng flying backward, tracing a long arc in the air before finally landing steadily on a mountaintop thousands of kilometers away. The mountain beneath his feet silently crumbled into dust the instant he touched down.

Gu Man merely took half a step back.

High judgment.

"Hahahaha!" Gu Man felt the lingering shockwave in his fist and let out a maniacal laugh. "See that? Qin Feng! This is the difference between a saint and a mortal! No matter how strong your physical body is, it's just an accumulation of 'quantity'! But I have mastered the crushing power of 'quality'!"

He's right.

Although Qin Feng's [Primordial Limit Body] is impeccable in defense, in terms of pure power output, it is ultimately inferior to Gu Man, who has completed the leap in life level and can mobilize an entire twisted law chain.

"Come again!"

Having tasted the flavor, the ancient barbarians launched another attack.

This time, he was faster and more powerful. Every punch and stomp he made left dark red "scars" in the air, marks permanently corroded by his Blood Fiend Holy Power.

Qin Feng did not confront him head-on again, but instead used his movement techniques to maneuver around him using his speed.

In an instant, the entire forty-fifth level became a battlefield between two monsters.

A blood-red figure, like a destructive meteorite, chased and destroyed madly, tearing the earth apart and evaporating rivers.

A black figure moved like a ghost through the destructive storm, each dodge perfectly timed and each counterattack precisely targeting the opponent's weak points.

The battle lasted for a full hour.

Qin Feng was unharmed, but his breathing was slightly disordered.

Although Gu Man seemed to have the upper hand, the bone spurs on his body were visibly fading, and the flowing black blood was beginning to emit a putrid smell.

His strength is draining his life.

"How long are you going to hide!" Gu Man finally lost his patience. He stopped and plunged his hands into his chest.

Amidst a chilling sound of flesh tearing apart, he forcefully pulled a blood-red giant axe, forged from his spine and the power of an evil god, from his own spine.

"This is the ultimate weapon I obtained by sacrificing the bloodline of the Titans!"

"Blessed by the Evil God - Khorne's Slash!"

Gu Man raised his giant axe high, and the bloodthirsty energy of the entire forty-fifth level frantically converged towards the axe blade.

The sky was torn apart, and the Weak Water flowed backward.

A blood-red axe shadow spanning the sky locked onto Qin Feng, carrying a terrifying will to sever cause and effect and extinguish life, and cleaved down on his head.

Under this axe blow, space, time, and laws all lost their meaning.

There is no way to avoid it.

Faced with this deadly blow, Qin Feng's eyes showed no fear, no solemnity, only an unprecedented calm.

All his attention shifted from the external battle to the internal "world".

Within his body, the "primordial singularity" was slowly rotating.

Over the past hundreds of thousands of years, he has devoured the law-based remains of millions of powerful beings and forged the Myriad Laws Furnace of the second level. His foundation has long been incredibly strong.

However, he was never able to be canonized.

Because he lacked a "trigger".

An opportunity to condense these countless different "laws" into a "sacred path" that belongs only to him.

And now, Gu Man's axe strike is that opportunity.

This axe contains the purest and most primal sacred path of "slaughter." Although it has been corrupted beyond recognition by the power of evil gods, its essence remains a manifestation of the supreme rules of the universe.

"I see……"

In what appears to be less than a ten-thousandth of a second to outsiders, Qin Feng's thoughts raced faster than lightning.

"My path is the path of limits."

"The limit is not simply the accumulation of power, nor is it an indestructible defense."

"The limit is the 'exhaustion' and 'unity' of all laws!"

"I don't need to give up everything like the ancient barbarians to gain access to a certain law."

"All that I have accumulated is itself... a sacred path that has never been followed before and will never be repeated!"

Just as the blood-red giant axe was about to touch his head.

Qin Feng closed his eyes.

The "primordial singularity" within his body stopped rotating.

Then, it began to collapse inward.

It was not an explosion, nor was it a release.

It is the ultimate compression, and the infinite restraint.

Outside, the blood-red axe shadow, powerful enough to cleave galaxies, mysteriously stopped three inches above Qin Feng's head.

It wasn't that it was blocked, but rather that the "law of killing" it relied on was forcibly "stripped away" by a higher-dimensional force at this moment.

The sinister smile on Gu Man's face froze instantly, replaced by an incomprehensible fear that came from the depths of his soul.

He saw that Qin Feng's body was becoming "transparent".

That transparency is not a physical disappearance, but a conceptual "return to zero".

It was as if he was being erased from the list of "existences" in this universe.

Boom——!
A muffled thud came not from the outside world, but from the deepest part of everyone's heart.

That was the sound of the Holy Land's barrier shattering.

Qin Feng has broken through to a higher realm.

There were no auspicious clouds, no golden light, and no celebration from heaven and earth.

There was only absolute silence.

Centered on him, all light, all sound, and all energy were frantically drawn into his collapsing "primordial singularity".

He became the embodiment of "nothingness".

When he opened his eyes again, they were no longer black, but a deep, chaotic darkness that seemed to encompass the birth and death of the entire universe.

He raised his head and looked at the blood-red giant axe that was still hovering above his head, and the horrified ancient barbarian behind the axe.

He slowly raised his right hand and extended one finger.

"How can it be……"

Gu Man's voice trembled. He could feel that the connection between himself and the evil god was being forcibly severed by an invisible force. His proud Saint-level power was rapidly dissipating.

No, it's not about passing away.

It was "analyzed", "decomposed", and reduced to the most original fragments of the laws.

Looking at Qin Feng, he felt as if he were seeing the embodiment of the will of the universe, the very rules themselves.

In Qin Feng's chaotic eyes, the world Gu Man saw was completely different.

What he saw was no longer flesh and blood, but chains of laws forcibly bound together by corrupt forces, riddled with logical fallacies. He could even clearly see every detail of the "contract" between the ancient barbarian's soul and the evil god.

Is this all you have?

Qin Feng's voice rang out again, but this time, it seemed to come from all directions, from every dimension, echoing directly in Gu Man's soul.

"Well, it's over, then."

A glimmer of light appeared at Qin Feng's fingertips.

It wasn't gold, nor was it dark gold; it was a pure "conceptual light" that defied description.

That was the [Ultimate Divine Light] after the transformation was completed following the ascension to the Saint Realm.

"Do not--!!!"

Gu Man sensed a deadly threat. He let out a roar that was not human, squeezed out the last bit of evil god power in his body, and wielded the blood-red giant axe to slash down fiercely!

He wanted to die together with Qin Feng!
However, just as the axe shadow moved...

The glint of light at Qin Feng's fingertip moved forward slightly.

No sound.

There was no explosion.

There was no shockwave.

The "Khorne's Slash," which the ancient barbarians regarded as their ultimate trump card, and the blood-red axe shadow that stretched across the heavens and earth, melted away silently the moment it came into contact with that point of light, just like snow being exposed to sunlight.

Starting with the axe blade, then moving to the axe body, and finally to the ancient barbarian himself holding the axe handle.

An "erasing" effect is spreading at a speed that exceeds the speed of light and causality.

"This...this is...what kind of power is this..."

The fear on Gu Man's face was frozen in that moment forever. His body was disintegrating, not into flesh and blood, but into the most microscopic particles of law, and then completely returning to nothingness.

He couldn't even feel the pain.

Because even the concept of "pain" itself is being erased.

In the instant before his consciousness completely dissipated, he finally understood the meaning of Qin Feng's words.

Full of loopholes.

In the face of someone like Qin Feng, who can directly perceive and rewrite the underlying rules, his borrowed and pieced-together Saint Realm power is like a sandcastle that collapses with a gentle push.

one second.

Just a second.

The once invincible, even briefly surpassing Qin Feng on the rankings, fallen Titan Saint—Gu Man—was completely and cleanly erased from this universe.

Not a single trace was left.

It was as if he had never existed.

This is Qin Feng's sacred realm.

This is the true power of the Ultimate Divine Light—no longer destruction, but definition.

If I define you as "non-existent", then you do not exist.

Qin Feng slowly withdrew his fingers, feeling the unprecedented, perfectly harmonious, and immense power within his body, and softly uttered four words:

"The sacred realm is complete."

The Weak Water River returned to calm.

The hole in the sky slowly closed under the repair of the universe's will.

It was as if the earth-shattering battle between saints had just happened was merely an illusion.

Qin Feng hovered in the air, his gaze fixed on the spot where Gu Man had just disappeared.

There, an antique ring floats quietly.

This was the only thing that wasn't erased by the [Ultimate Divine Light]. It wasn't because it was hard enough, but because the spatial laws within it were forcibly protected by the ancient barbarian's will to perish at the last moment.

Qin Feng reached out and the storage ring landed in his hand.

A divine sense at the Saint Realm level instantly invaded it, erasing the remaining will on it.

The space inside the ring was enormous, and the mountain of resources made even Qin Feng raise an eyebrow slightly.

This contains not only all of Gu Man's possessions as the Titan God's son, but more importantly, all the rewards he obtained from clearing the seven levels he plundered from the thirty-eighth to the forty-fourth level.

"Star Soul Essence Fluid", "Heart of the Storm", "Core of the Thousand Machine Puppet"...

These were all treasures powerful enough to cause even the most powerful outsiders to break their heads, and now they have all become Qin Feng's spoils of war.

"At least we didn't lose out."

Qin Feng nodded in satisfaction and put the ring on his hand.

However, the moment he put on the ring...

A sudden change occurred!

On the ring, the erased imprint of Gu Man's will reappeared, transforming into a ferocious and venomous face.

"Qin Feng! Do you think you've won?!"

"Even if I die, you won't have an easy time!"

"This is a 'gift' I received from the great Lord Khorne, in exchange for the sacrifice of my last soul!"

"Enjoy it! Enjoy this endless pursuit! Enjoy the glory of becoming the enemy of the entire universe! Hahahaha—!"

With a burst of maniacal laughter, the face exploded open.

An indescribable, extremely malevolent crimson aura erupted instantly from the ring's center.

This wave had no offensive power, but it possessed terrifying penetrability. It ignored the spatial barriers of the Seventy-Two Divine Gates and the chaotic isolation of the Endless Sea, spreading throughout the entire universe at a speed that transcended dimensions.

At the same time, Qin Feng felt as if an invisible brand had been branded onto the top of his head.

That's a coordinate.

A coordinate system written in the laws of an evil god, stained with blood, and never to be extinguished.

Khorne's Blood Sacrifice Beacon

Any creature that believes in Khorne, any powerful being who craves killing and bloodshed, can clearly sense the existence of this coordinate from any corner of the universe.

It is proclaiming to the entire universe:

Here lies a "mobile treasure trove" where a saint has just been slain.

Kill him, and you will gain the favor of the evil god; you will acquire everything he has.

"Damn it!"

Caesar's expression changed drastically in the distance. "This is the causal curse of the evil god! He broadcast your location to every madman in the universe!"

Qin Feng raised his head. His Saintly Realm Divine Sense could clearly perceive that in all directions of the Endless Sea, and in the far reaches of the universe, pairs of greedy, insane, and bloodthirsty eyes had locked onto him.

A chilling message then appeared in his mind.

[Beacon duration: 10,000 years.]

This means that he will have no peace for the next ten thousand years.

He will become a moving lighthouse, attracting sharks from all over the universe to come and share his food.

Gu Man used his own death to set up a deadly trap for Qin Feng.

……

The moment the [Khorne's Blood Sacrifice Beacon] was imprinted on Qin Feng's soul, the entire Endless Sea seemed to come alive.

Deep within the chaotic currents of time and space, a colossal cosmic beast that had slumbered for millions of years suddenly opened its crimson eyes; in a desolate asteroid belt, an old sage in seclusion shuddered, greedily inhaling the alluring "treasure aura" emanating from the coordinates in the air; even in other areas of the Seventy-Two Divine Passes, the prodigies who had been chasing Qin Feng stopped in their tracks, looking towards the direction of the Forty-Fifth Pass with astonishment and uncertainty.

There, a crimson coordinate star was rising slowly in their perception, shining as brightly as a lighthouse in the night. "Let's go!"

Qin Feng's voice was decisive, without the slightest hesitation, like a sword drawn from its sheath. He hissed at Caesar, "If we separate, this beacon is locked on me, not you. Follow me, and you'll only find death."

Caesar's face instantly turned incredibly grim; he understood this perfectly well. But he gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice, "Then what will you do? This is practically the malice of the entire universe! You've just been canonized, your foundation isn't stable yet, how could you possibly..."

"My affairs are none of your business," Qin Feng interrupted him, his tone leaving no room for argument. He wasn't discussing it; he was issuing an order. "Your task now is to survive. Live with the truth of the 'corruption' you've witnessed. If you die here, then everything that happened before will have been meaningless."

After saying that, Qin Feng pushed Caesar with his backhand, and a gentle but irresistible Saint-level power enveloped Caesar, shoving him violently toward the return passage leading to the forty-fourth level.

"Qin Feng!" Caesar only had time to call out his name at the last moment before the spatial passage closed.

Qin Feng did not turn around.

Because the very next second after Caesar disappeared, the spatial barrier above him was violently torn apart by a brute force.

Three figures emerged from the crack.

They are not human, but a notorious predator race from the Endless Sea—the Void Race.

These three beings existed in a form between physical entities and energy, surrounded by a gray storm powerful enough to cleave space. Each of them stood firmly on the threshold of the Holy Realm.

The leader of the Void Clan stared intently at Qin Feng with his compound eyes gleaming with greed, emitting a piercing wave of divine thought: "Fresh Saint... The smell of the treasures on your body is truly sweet. Hand over the Origin Divine Iron and that Titan's storage ring, and we might leave you with a whole corpse."

They were among the first to arrive.

Less than ten breaths had passed since Gu Man's death.

Qin Feng looked at them, his chaotic eyes, which had just undergone a transformation to the Saint Realm, remained completely calm.

He simply raised the spear in his hand slowly.

"want to?"

"Then we'll risk our lives to take it."

Before he finished speaking, Qin Feng's figure had already vanished from his spot. He did not choose to fight, but instead transformed into a streak of light and plunged into the vast, boundless, and utterly chaotic region of the Endless Sea.

He must leave the Seventy-Two Divine Gates.

Although the Divine Pass is dangerous, it still has a "pass" as a node, making it easy to be surrounded. Only by entering the truly chaotic Endless Sea will he have room to maneuver.

"Chase!"

Three Voidlings let out excited hisses and transformed into three streaks of gray lightning, following closely behind.

Thus began a ten-thousand-year-long hunt that swept across the entire universe.

Only after leaving the Seventy-Two Divine Gates did Qin Feng truly experience the terror of the Endless Sea.

There are no ups and downs, no directions, no concept of the flow of time. Everywhere are the shattered remnants of cosmic planes, spacetime storms that could erupt at any moment, and ancient beings lurking in the darkness, beings that even saints dare not provoke.

But at this moment, these environmental dangers have become Qin Feng's only refuge.

The Blood Sacrifice Beacon of Khorne is like a persistent affliction; no matter how deep his spatial jumps or how much he conceals himself with holy power, the crimson coordinates remain constant, clearly broadcasting his location to the entire universe.

The pursuers kept pouring in from all directions.

At first, they were just some rogue cultivators, like the Void Clan, who happened to be wandering around nearby.

But soon, the news spread, and the truly important figures began to enter.

"Have you heard? Qin Feng, the human who topped the list of the Divine Realm, killed a Fallen Saint and successfully broke through to the next realm!"

"That's not the point! The point is, he possesses an unimaginable amount of treasures! Rumor has it that he has more than one piece of cosmic divine gold, and even clues to the legendary [Primordial Flame]!"

"That madman Gu Man has all the rewards from levels 38 to 44 in his hands! That's top-tier resources from seven whole levels! Whoever kills him will see their assets multiply dozens of times!"

Greed is the most primal and powerful driving force in the universe.

Faced with enormous profits, countless ancient monsters who had been in seclusion for hundreds of millions of years could no longer sit still.

They are not the pseudo-saints of the ancient barbarians who rely on the blessings of evil gods and have a shallow foundation. They are peak saints who have immersed themselves in the sacred realm for countless years and whose understanding of the laws has long reached its pinnacle.

In their eyes, Qin Feng was like a baby who had just learned to walk but was running around carrying a mountain of gold.

He was the perfect prey.

"find him!"

"How strong can a newly promoted saint who has just broken through the realm be, no matter how monstrous he may be?"

"He's nothing more than our mobile treasure trove now!"

In an instant, endless sea breezes and clouds surged.

Dozens, even hundreds, of Saint Realm experts set off from their respective star fields, forming a vast net covering countless light-years, slowly closing in on that scarlet coordinate star.

Qin Feng became the center of the storm.

The roles of hunter and prey were dramatically reversed at the moment of breaking through to sainthood.

The third year of the escape.

Qin Feng had already made tens of thousands of space jumps, but the relentless pursuit behind him, like a leech, never lessened in the slightest.

He stumbled into a vast "chaotic debris belt".

This is the remnant left behind after the collapse of a higher universe. There are chaotic currents of laws and sharp, knife-like fragments of space everywhere. Even saints must be extremely careful here.

Qin Feng plunged inside, attempting to use the chaotic environment to escape the pursuit.

However, he underestimated the patience and methods of those old-fashioned sages.

As he passed through a dimensional wreckage comparable in size to a star, a vast net woven from pure causal laws silently descended upon him.

The one who made the move was an ancient saint known as the "Thousand-Handed Dharma Image." He did not move his physical body, but used only a wisp of divine thought to create an incarnation, setting up a deadly trap on Qin Feng's inevitable path.

"Young man, surrender now."

A grand voice resounded in Qin Feng's mind.

That web of cause and effect does not attack the physical body, nor does it harm the soul. It only does one thing—locks your "existence," making you completely bound to this space, unable to move an inch.

Once trapped, Qin Feng will face an attack from dozens of saints.

At the critical moment, a flash of chaotic light appeared in Qin Feng's eyes.

He did not try to break free by brute force, because he knew that competing with an old monster who had been immersed in the path of cause and effect for millions of years in terms of the depth of the laws was tantamount to throwing an egg against a rock.

His choice was—to commit suicide!
"Ultimate Divine Light: Concept Stripping!"

Qin Feng's holy power transformed into an invisible blade, not slashing at the web of cause and effect, but rather at the "connection" between himself and that piece of dimensional remnant.

At that moment, he used the ultimate divine light to forcibly alter the concept of his own existence.

On a causal level, "I" and "this stone" have never intersected.

laugh--

The web of cause and effect instantly slipped through its fingers, leaving only emptiness trapped within.

"Ok?"

The Thousand-Handed Dharma Image, located far beyond the star field, let out a soft exclamation, clearly not expecting Qin Feng to escape in such an unbelievable way.

Qin Feng, however, launched a counterattack the moment he was freed.

Instead of fleeing, he took advantage of the gap in the laws created when the net of cause and effect failed, and appeared like a ghost in front of the divine incarnation of the "Thousand-Handed Dharma Image".

"Old man, you dare to attack me across endless time and space? You've got some nerve."

puff!
The spear, imbued with the concept of "erasure," pierced directly through the divine avatar.

Without a scream, the avatar, along with the sacred laws contained within it, was instantly decomposed and devoured by the ultimate divine light.

"you……!"

The roar of the Thousand-Armed Dharma Image echoed across time and space.

But Qin Feng had already gone far away, leaving only one sentence echoing in the same place:
"This is just interest."

This is Qin Feng's first real counterattack since he went into hiding.

Although he was in a sorry state, he was not someone to be trifled with.

With this shot, he warned all his pursuers: he was a tough nut to crack, and if they wanted to gnaw on him, they'd better be prepared to break all their teeth.

Time flies by in the endless chase and hide-and-seek.

In the blink of an eye, a thousand years have passed.

Over the course of a thousand years, Qin Feng faced hundreds of ambushes and dozens of near-death experiences.

He had seen the Time Saint who used the river of time as a prison, and he had also seen the Demonic Giant who used billions of demonic thoughts to pollute a star field.

He escaped death time and time again.

The abnormal defensive and regenerative abilities of the [Primordial Limit Body] allowed him to withstand several seemingly fatal attacks. The transformed [Limit Divine Light] became his sharpest weapon for breaking through defenses, repeatedly analyzing his opponents' laws and finding fleeting glimmers of hope.

His combat experience was accumulating at an alarming rate, and his application of the power of the Holy Realm was becoming increasingly smooth and consistent, rather than initially clumsy.

But he also sustained more and more injuries.

On several occasions, he was even forced to give up a part of his physical body in order to escape unscathed.

Meanwhile, the pursuers have become increasingly intelligent and patient.

They formed a temporary "hunting alliance," led by several top-tier Saints, to share Qin Feng's movements and coordinate the setting of traps.

Among them, the most troublesome is a being known as the [Shadowless Saint Lord].

He was an expert in the laws of space and concealment, like a top assassin who always lurked in the shadows, launching fatal blows several times when Qin Feng was most relaxed.

The 1001st year of escape.

Qin Feng hid in a cosmic wonder called the "Ruins Black Hole." Here, gravity was chaotic, and even light could not escape, making it a natural hiding place.

He thought he could finally get a moment's respite.

However, just as he was preparing to heal his injuries, a dagger formed from pure "Ending" laws silently pierced out from his shadow, pointing directly at the core of his holy path—the "Primordial Singularity" that had returned to chaos.

It's the Shadowless Saint Lord!
He was able to perfectly blend his aura with the "annihilation" attribute of the black hole, thus deceiving Qin Feng's Saint Realm perception!

This strike was incredibly fast and incredibly ruthless.

Qin Feng didn't even have time to react.

puff.

The dagger pierced Qin Feng's body.

However, the anticipated scene of the core of the Holy Path shattering did not occur.

The "Qin Feng" who was stabbed swayed like ripples on water, then transformed into a pure light and shadow and vanished.

is a phantom.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

A cold voice rang out behind the Shadowless Saint Master.

The Shadowless Saint Master's pupils constricted sharply, and he turned around abruptly.

Then, the real Qin Feng appeared behind him at some unknown time. On the spear in his hand, the chaotic [Limited Divine Light] had condensed to its peak, turning into a miniature, constantly collapsing black dot.

"Ultimate Divine Light - Singularity Collapse!"

This is the ultimate killing move that Qin Feng deduced over a thousand years based on his own path to sainthood.

He deliberately created an opening, using himself as bait, all to lure out this most dangerous enemy.

boom!
The Shadowless Saint Lord didn't even have time to initiate a spatial jump before being swallowed by that miniature singularity.

His sacred body was torn into elementary particles under terrifying gravity, and his sacred laws were forcibly erased by ultimate divine light.

The pinnacle saint of his generation, the [Shadowless Saint Lord], has fallen!

Having landed a successful blow, Qin Feng did not linger and immediately fled into the distance.

Although he killed the Shadowless Saint Master, he also suffered a great loss. More importantly, this place will soon be surrounded by other saints.

For the first time in this cat-and-mouse game that has lasted for thousands of years, the hunter was killed by the prey.

This made all the pursuers abandon their contempt, realizing that this "young beast" had quietly grown fangs in this bloody hunt.

Time continues to pass.

Three thousand years, five thousand years, eight thousand years...

Ten thousand years is enough for new civilizations to be born in the cosmic ocean, and enough for ancient stars to perish.

For Qin Feng, these ten thousand years of being hunted down were the most painful and humiliating, yet also the ten thousand years of his fastest growth in his cultivation.

He is no longer the "God Emperor" who is used to crushing opponents head-on and overwhelming them with sheer force.

He became a true ghost, a master of survival.

He learned to slumber in the cracks of time-space storms, to draw energy from the bottom of the gravitational abyss, and to simulate his aura as a stubborn rock or a speck of dust, thus surviving the divine scans of dozens of saints.

His [Ultimate Divine Light] is no longer just for combat.

He can use it to weave the most perfect illusions and deceive cause and effect; he can use it to analyze the laws of the pursuers and predict their next move; he can even use it to briefly "modify" the signal of the [Khorne's Blood Sacrifice Beacon], leading the pursuers to a dangerous cosmic forbidden zone.

Apart from the piece of primordial divine iron that had been integrated into his spear, almost all of his treasures were consumed during his ten thousand years of escape.

He used the resources in the ancient barbarian ring to heal his injuries and set traps.

He even detonated several sacred artifacts captured from the enemy in order to fight his way out of the encirclement.

His appearance had become weathered, but his eyes had become increasingly deep and calm.

It was a look that had seen through life and death, a gaze that had made survival an instinct.

He was no longer the prey, nor the hunter.

He became part of this cruel jungle itself.

There are only three months left until the ten thousand-year deadline.

All the pursuers became frantic and impatient.

They knew that once the beacon disappeared, finding Qin Feng in the vast ocean would be like finding a needle in a haystack.

This is their last chance.

After paying a heavy price, the "Hunter Alliance" finally deduced Qin Feng's approximate hiding area—a desolate star field known as the "Star Graveyard".

Hundreds of saints, including several living fossil-level "saint kings" who have survived for several eras, joined forces to set up an unprecedented [Boundless Space-Time Sealing Array].

The grand formation enveloped the entire Star Graveyard, freezing time and locking down space.

This time, they're going to trap them like turtles in a jar.

Qin Feng is indeed here.

The moment the great formation was activated, he was jolted awake from his slumber.

He could sense that every inch of the surrounding space was marked with an unshakeable imprint of laws.

He was trapped.

"Qin Feng, come out and face your death!"

The grand voice, like a divine decree, echoed throughout the entire graveyard of stars.

However, Qin Feng did not appear.

He was like a pebble that sank to the bottom of the sea, without making a ripple.

The pursuers began to tighten their encirclement, using their holy power to plow through the star field inch by inch. Every meteorite and every speck of stardust was crushed and examined by their divine sense.

But they found nothing.

Time passes day by day.

There are only three days left until the ten thousand-year deadline.

Just as all the pursuers were reaching their most anxious moment, a remnant of a long-extinguished white dwarf star located in the center of the great formation suddenly emitted an extremely strong signal of the [Khorne's Blood Sacrifice Beacon]!

The signal was brighter and more dazzling than ever before!
"over there!"

"We found him! He was hiding inside the star core!"

In an instant, all the saints went mad.

Hundreds of attacks, powerful enough to destroy a galaxy, rained down on the white dwarf.

However, just as the attack was about to land...

A deadly chill ran through everyone's hearts.

They suddenly realized a problem: why would Qin Feng deliberately expose himself?

The answer was revealed the next second.

Inside that white dwarf star, Qin Feng's figure flashed by—it was an illusion.

The real signal source was the holy blood and resentment of all the pursuers he had killed (including the Shadowless Saint Master) that Qin Feng had collected over ten thousand years. He forcibly distorted and compressed it with the [Ultimate Divine Light] to create a fake "super beacon".

This beacon has only one function—to detonate.

boom!
The remnants of the white dwarf star, under the combined attack of hundreds of saints and the double detonation of its internal super beacon, experienced a "degenerate explosion" far exceeding theoretical limits.

That was one of the most terrifying disasters in the universe.

Its power is enough to cause even a holy king to bleed and a saint to perish.

Qin Feng's true form had already escaped just moments before the explosion, using the spacetime singularity created by the explosion—a "moment" that even the [Boundless Spacetime Sealing Array] couldn't completely lock down.

He used the hunters' own strength to deliver the most devastating blow to them.

The aftershocks of the explosion lasted for three whole days.

When all is said and done.

The graveyard of stars has been erased from the universe.

The Boundless Space-Time Sealing Array has been shattered.

Of the hundreds of saints, nearly 30% perished, and most of the remaining ones were severely injured and in a sorry state.

They floated in the void, their expressions blank.

Because just now, the crimson coordinate star that had shone brightly for ten thousand years in their perception had silently gone out.

The time for ten thousand years has come.

In an unknown void, countless light-years away from the Star Graveyard.

Qin Feng slowly opened his eyes.

His injuries were more severe than ever before; his sacred body was covered in cracks, and the fire of his soul had dimmed to the extreme.

But he survived.

He felt the last shackle on his soul disappear, feeling an unprecedented freedom, and exhaled a long breath.

That breath seemed to expel ten thousand years of weariness and bloodshed.

He succeeded.

He survived this cosmic chase.

Qin Feng did not immediately go to heal his injuries. He simply hovered quietly, his gaze traversing endless time and space, as if he could see those furious and devastated pursuers.

A cold smile slowly curved the corners of his mouth.

"a thousand years……"

"This 'game' is over."

"Now, it's my turn."

The escape is over.

Next, it's time for liquidation.

(End of this chapter)