Chapter 180: Seeing Sun Chantang Again! Epiphany of the Shiquan Hand! Cultivation Speed

Chapter 180: Farewell to Sun Chantang! Epiphany of the Tenfold Hand! Cultivation Speed Soars!

They no longer dwelled on the planetary governor who had betrayed them, nor did they calculate the odds of rescue arriving.

In that moment, only one pure, primal thought remained in their hearts—

Survive!

“WAAAGH——!!!”

A battle cry, like a mountain-crushing tsunami, brimming with raw, savage ferocity, swept in from all directions like an unstoppable green tide.

The greenskin horde had returned!

…

The four of them swiftly retreated from the open city square, withdrawing into a long-abandoned, labyrinthine mega-commercial complex whose interior structure resembled a maze.

This complex, forged from alloys capable of withstanding planetary-level destruction, could not be shattered by the greenskins. Qin Feng and his companions could exploit this advantage to outmaneuver the horde.

Otherwise, they would have been instantly overwhelmed by millions of greenskins.

“Qin Feng, Zheng Dong, you two are in charge of sealing off the main passages on the east and west sides!”

Wan Shuang’s voice rang out, calm and swift, over the comm channel. “Macken, you’re with me at the main entrance! Remember, conserve ammunition, use the terrain to buy us breathing room!”

Qin Feng, gripping a heavy bolter, stood back-to-back with Zheng Dong, guarding a narrow passage formed by countless overturned escalators and fractured load-bearing pillars.

Greenskin boyz, like mad dogs, trampled over their own dead, charging in with wild shrieks.

“Bang! Bang!”

Qin Feng’s shooting grew deliberate.

He no longer sought wide-area suppressive fire; each trigger pull released only a single bolt round.

That lethal round always found the most opportune moment, the most precise angle, burrowing into the densest clusters of greenskins.

Boom!

A single bolt often sent four or five greenskin boyz, along with their crude armor, flying into the air.

Zheng Dong, meanwhile, swung his massive power axe like the most efficient butcher.

He struck sparingly, but each swing inevitably cleaved through the torsos of several greenskins, using their corpses to plug the passage’s gaps.

Their coordination, like the most intricate machinery, turned that passage into an insurmountable death line.

The greenskin assault showed no sign of relenting.

They seemed utterly ignorant of fatigue or fear.

Seeing the infantry charge fail, they immediately changed tactics.

Several squat, burly “mekboyz,” carrying massive welding torches, advanced under heavy cover, frantically cutting into the complex’s metal outer walls, seeking unexpected breaches.

“No way!”

Macken roared, pulling a few disc-shaped “psychic frag grenades” from his back and hurling them with all his might toward the mekboyz’s position.

Boom—!

The violent explosion formed a brief shockwave of pure psychic energy, instantly vaporizing the mekboyz and dozens of their guards!

But immediately, more mekboyz emerged from other directions.

The battle devolved into a grueling war of attrition.

Too many greenskins!

Millions of greenskins—a terrifying, dense tide like a flood.

Within half a day, all the wide-area psychic weapons they had prepared for this mission were nearly exhausted.

Macken had only one psychic frag grenade left.

Zheng Dong’s power axe was beginning to chip.

And Qin Feng’s heavy bolter had run through all its spare magazines.

They were utterly trapped, cornered in this steel tomb.

Several breakout attempts had failed.

The greenskin assault continued.

As if endless.

Worse still, this time, the ones pouring through the breaches were no longer the ordinary greenskin boyz with life indices of only one or two thousand, whom Qin Feng and the others had been mowing down like weeds.

Instead, they were a group of elite veterans—taller, more muscular, their eyes gleaming with cunning and cruelty!

Their life indices were nearly all above 4,000, matching Qin Feng and his companions!

Even more daunting, several “battlewagons” carrying massive metal battering rams began slamming their brute force into the already strained structure.

The pressure of battle escalated severalfold!

“Pfft!”

Qin Feng pierced the heart of an elite veteran with his gun, but in its dying throes, the creature’s cleaver slashed deep into his shoulder armor, leaving a gash that reached the bone.

Had the “Minglong I” power armor not been made of such resilient material, that blow would have severed his entire arm!

Night fell.

But for the greenskins, night and day were the same.

Their assault continued without rest.

The four were forced to retreat step by step, from the first floor to the top.

Their “restorative serums” were long depleted.

The power armor’s energy was visibly draining.

Qin Feng had lost count of how many greenskins he had slain.

His arms, from prolonged gun-wielding, had grown numb.

But he kept fighting.

If he stopped, his teammates behind him would bear even more pressure.

Their stamina, their will, every last card they held—all were being swiftly consumed, ground down by this endless green ocean.

Finally, after holding out for an entire day and night, the most dreaded figure—one they had long anticipated—made its entrance.

“WAAAGH——!!!”

A roar, louder, more savage, and more commanding than any battle cry before, exploded like a thunderclap!

At that roar, every greenskin in the frenzy of attack froze as if a pause button had been pressed.

They fell back, clearing a wide path.

Then, a terrifying silhouette, like a moving fortress, eight meters tall, slowly emerged from the green sea.

It was the Warboss of this “Bonecrusha” tribe!

Its physical form had expanded to a magnitude that bred utter despair.

Every single muscle resembled a sculpture carved from the hardest granite, heavily crisscrossed with hideous scars and crude metallic sutures.

Within its grasp, it carried none of the conventional weaponry.

In their stead was a colossal pair of power claws, bristling with high-speed spinning chain blades and hydraulic pistons!

Upon those power claws, dark red blood belonging to the Imperial Astra Militarum had long since dried into a grim residue.

Warning! Ultra-high energy lifeform detected!

Target locked: Greenskin Warboss.

Estimated Vitality Index: 8127.4 points!

The scanning results from their power armor caused the hearts of the four already exhausted warriors to sink simultaneously.

A vitality index nearly double their own!

This was a disparity of pure, crushing power!

Yet what chilled Qin Feng to the very bone was something else.

This Warboss had not launched an assault upon them at the very first moment.

It merely stood there, using its pair of small eyes—gleaming with low cunning and playful malice—to look down with great relish upon the four who had long since become rats in a trap.

Like a most seasoned old hunter, it was admiring the flawless prey that was about to fall into its hands.

It was exceedingly clever.

It possessed immense experience in battling the elite champions of humanity.

It knew full well that even if its own strength doubled theirs, these top-tier geniuses hailing from the depths of the Imperium of Man bound to possess certain hidden trump cards capable of turning the tide of battle at the critical moment.

Therefore, it had been in no hurry to take the stage.

It had merely remained patient, using the endless cannon fodder under its command to wear down and exhaust all the physical strength, all the ammunition, and all the hidden ploys of these four targets.

Until now, when it was certain that these four caged birds could no longer kick up any dust.

Only then did it finally step onto this stage that belonged to it, bearing the posture of a victor.

"You lot... put up a good fight."

A harsh, grating voice like grinding metal, thick with mockery and speaking broken Imperial Gothic, slowly spilled from the Warboss's mouth.

"But it ends here."

The moment the words fell, its massive bulk moved!

Boom!

The ground beneath its feet erupted with a violent crash!

An eight-meter-tall terror of a body unleashed a burst of sheer, ultimate speed that completely defied its gargantuan size!

Its target was Maiken, who stood at the absolute front!

"Come on, you piece of trash!"

Maiken let out his final, roaring defiance, channeling all the remaining energy of his power armor into the chainsword in his grip, and launched the final charge of his life toward that invincible figure!

Qin Feng, Wan Shuang, and the others followed suit at the same instant.

Yet, it was all in vain.

The Warboss's massive power claw merely delivered a casual sweep!

Clang!

Amidst a metallic wail that was piercing to the absolute extreme, the chainsword in Maiken's hand was smashed into splinters on the spot!

Immediately following that, the power claw bristling with chain blades gripped viciously onto Maiken's power armor, and in the next heartbeat, the onslaught struck Qin Feng and the other two simultaneously.

Screeech!

A tooth-gritting screech of tearing metal rang out.

The thick, specialized alloy breastplate that was sufficient to withstand artillery shells was as fragile as thin paper before the power claw, torn open in an instant!

Maiken’s tall frame, like a broken ragdoll, was violently hurled away, crashing heavily into the distant wall, his life or death unknown.

Qin Feng and the other two followed immediately after, sent flying by the Greenskin boss, their power armor ripped open with massive gashes.

Had it not been for the power armor, this single blow would have sufficed to claim their lives.

But the armor was already ruined, absolutely incapable of weathering the next strike.

"Maiken!"

"Its strength... is too overwhelming..."

A dimensional strike!

This was a thorough, completely unreasonable dimensional strike!

That terrifying might was something even Qin Feng, whose physical talent was off the charts and whose strength far exceeded his peers, could not withstand against a monster boasting a vitality index of over 8000 points.

He could not hold!

In the face of absolute might, all techniques appeared utterly pale.

In the span of a mere three breaths.

Qin Feng’s elite squad had been entirely routed.

Maiken, Zheng Dong, Wan Shuang, and Qin Feng all lay on the ground, unable to rise, their power armor practically torn to shreds, completely stripped of combat capability.

In the distance was a sky-blotting, endless sea of countless, varied greenskins stretching beyond the horizon.

They held aloft their crude yet lethal weapons, using their loudest voices—filled with savagery and wild ecstasy—to offer the most fanatical cheers for their Warboss.

"WAAAGH! WAAAGH! WAAAGH!!!"

That sound converged into a wave of noise powerful enough to shake heaven and earth.

And at the epicenter of this ocean of revelry, that eight-meter-tall, invincible figure was slowly closing in on these final pieces of prey.

The energy indicator of Qin Feng’s power armor was already flashing down to its last bar.

His body had long since been fatigued to its absolute limit.

Before his eyes, waves of black dizziness had even begun to surface.

The shadow of death, like freezing seawater, completely submerged him from all directions.

—

That eight-meter-tall, invincible Warboss was taking heavy steps, filled with the swagger of a victor, advancing step by step toward the lone figure still standing in the center of the plaza.

Its small eyes, brimming with cruelty and playfulness, were locked dead onto Qin Feng.

It intended to personally crush this most stubborn prey, along with that seemingly impregnable suit of power armor he wore, into a single lump of scrap metal.

Behind it stood a fanatical greenskin horde numbering in the millions.

They raised their weapons high, using their war cries saturated with primitive brutality to offer the most zealous adoration to their living god.

WAAAGH——!!!

That sound converged into a spiritual storm powerful enough to shake heaven and earth, battering Qin Feng's will, which had long been on the verge of collapse.

His power armor's energy was depleted.

His body had reached the absolute limit of exhaustion.

Before his eyes, the world was growing blurry and spinning.

Everything seemed to be settled.

Just then—

Just as the Warboss's power claw was about to touch Qin Feng's helmet, just as everyone thought it was all about to end.

A sudden, drastic change occurred!

A dazzling blue streak of light, indescribable in words, like a divine sword of punishment cutting through eternal night, tore apart this sickly sky shrouded in yellow-green poisonous fog!

Boom—!

That blue figure, at a speed defying the laws of physics, descended from the sky and slammed heavily into that endless, green ocean!

The point of its impact was ten thousand meters away from Qin Feng and his three companions.

The terrifying force did not even trigger any violent explosion.

But the ground within several kilometers of its landing site was as if pressed down hard by an invisible hand of a god!

"Thud—!"

A dull, earth-shattering roar, as if it would crack the entire planet, spread across the entire battlefield.

Visible, transparent shockwaves, like a tsunami, swept in all directions!

Before this shockwave, the crowded, frenzied green-skinned army was as fragile as autumn leaves swept by the wind.

Tens of thousands of greenskins, without even a chance to scream, had their bodies instantly crushed, torn, and ground into flying green blood mist and flesh by that irresistible, terrifying force!

Merely the aftermath of the landing had already caused such a dreadful, almost genocidal slaughter!

Yet this was only the beginning.

In the center of that vast crater, instantly cleared and mixed with flesh and earth, a majestic figure clad in sea-blue power armor slowly stood up.

Then, a terrifying psychic force, far more dreadful, pure, and overbearing than the WAAAGH field formed by a million greenskins, erupted like a flood from the depths of the star sea, centered on that blue figure, sweeping outward!

This psychic force was cold, majestic, and filled with the taste of iron and blood.

Like an invisible sword judging all things, it swept across the entire battlefield!

Before this psychic force, the WAAAGH field formed by the frenzied will of a million greenskins, which could block warp travel, was as fragile as a punctured, filthy soap bubble.

It couldn't even hold for a single second before being instantly shattered, dispersed, and reduced to nothing!

And the surviving millions of greenskins—their bodies stiffened abruptly.

In their small eyes, filled with frenzy and bloodlust, for the first and last time, an emotion called "fear" appeared.

The next second.

Their bodies, like dry wood set ablaze, burst into green flames mixed with soul fragments from the inside out!

No screams, no struggle.

In an instant, that once overwhelming, endless green ocean melted and evaporated like snow under the scorching sun.

The million-strong greenskin army, within these few seconds, was reduced to only the last one—the eight-meter-tall Warboss standing before Qin Feng, also frozen in shock and fear.

What terrifying power was this?!

Qin Feng and his three companions were utterly stunned.

Their minds, already overwhelmed by exhaustion and despair, could not process this miraculous scene before them.

And as they stood there dazed, the blue figure moved.

In its hands, a pair of blue power claws appeared, identical in design to the Warboss's but far more exquisite and deadly.

"Shua!"

Its form left a faint afterimage in place.

Qin Feng couldn't even see its movement.

He only felt a blur before his eyes.

Then he saw that once-arrogant Warboss, with a life force index of eight thousand points, sliced neatly from head to toe into dozens of evenly sized pieces, which then crashed to the ground with a clatter.

Instant kill.

Another instant kill.

The entire world fell utterly silent.

Only that figure in sea-blue power armor stood quietly in the silent battlefield of flesh and debris.

"This is...!"

Macken's weak voice murmured in the communication channel, filled with undisguised shock.

"This... this is standard power armor of the Ultramarines Chapter! These are real... Ultramarines!"

Zheng Dong's voice carried a hint of fervor and reverence.

"How could it be... that an Ultramarine would take a rescue mission of our level?"

Captain Wan Shuang's tone was also filled with deep confusion.

The Ultramarines Chapter was one of the Empire's most elite and powerful Space Marine Chapters.

Any one of them was a stellar-level existence, the top talents selected from billions upon billions of prodigies.

How could such a being appear here?

Though their hearts were full of countless questions, the four of them made the same first move.

They forced their broken, near-limit bodies to struggle up from the ground.

Then they simultaneously removed their battered power armor helmets, revealing their bloodstained faces.

Next, they saluted that powerful blue figure who had saved their lives with the most standard and solemn Imperial military salute.

Qin Feng did the same.

His gaze fell on that sea-blue power armor, feeling a strange familiarity.

He had seen such armor before.

Almost identical to the one worn by the black hole-level powerhouse, Lord Zhou Xiong, back then.

Only the golden carvings and decorations on this armor were much simpler than Lord Zhou Xiong's.

"Thank you, senior, for saving our lives."

In unison, Qin Feng and his three companions used their last strength to express their sincerest gratitude.

That Ultramarine had already turned around, seemingly about to leave.

But upon hearing Qin Feng's voice, his figure paused ever so slightly.

He turned back, slowly.

That sharp gaze, hidden beneath the blue helmet, fell upon Qin Feng.

After a moment, a voice tinged with a hint of surprise and amusement emerged from beneath the helmet.

"You?"

As he spoke, that Ultramarine actually removed his helmet as well.

A soft click sounded.

The helmet rose slowly, revealing a face that Qin Feng, no matter how hard he tried, could never have anticipated—a familiar face.

It was the face of an ordinary-looking, yet resolute, middle-aged man.

"Master... Master Sun?!"

Qin Feng was utterly stunned.

The legendary Ultramarine before him, who with a mere gesture had annihilated a million-strong greenskin horde and slain a war boss with an eight-thousand-point life index in a single second, was none other than Master Sun, who had once saved him at Qiming Star?!

"Hmm."

Sun Chantang smiled, that same gentle smile from years ago.

He paid no heed to the utterly dumbfounded trio of Maiken, Zheng Dong, and Wan Shuang, instead striding out of the already riddled commercial building and onto the dilapidated street outside, piled high with greenskin corpses.

His gaze finally settled on a crooked, battered sign hanging amidst the ruins, bearing the four large characters: "Limitless Martial Hall."

He stopped, staring at the sign, a complex emotion flickering in his eyes.

After a long pause, he spoke in a low voice: "I've opened quite a few martial halls under my name. To save trouble, I set them all to auto-deduct fees."

"But recently, I noticed that even though this city cluster has been overrun by greenskins, this particular martial hall of mine has been deducting maintenance fees from my account every single month."

"So I came to see what was going on."

"Never expected to accidentally save you all. Guess it's fate."

He clicked his tongue.

"This planet's governor is a shady one, always skimming my money."

With that, he turned to face Qin Feng and the others, saying, "Qin Feng, stay behind. The rest of you can go now."

"Huh?"

Maiken, Zheng Dong, and Wan Shuang were all taken aback.

They glanced suspiciously at Qin Feng, then at the unfathomable Ultramarine senior, their eyes filled with shock and confusion: "How the hell do you know a god-tier powerhouse like this?"

This was no ordinary connection.

It was practically a direct line to the heavens!

After all, even the elusive mentors at the academy were only star-level experts.

The three exchanged glances, reading the same keen awareness in each other's eyes.

Without a single question, they once again saluted Sun Chantang respectfully, then swiftly activated subspace teleportation and vanished from the spot.

The space that had been sealed by the WAAAGH! field had long since returned to normal.

Soon, only Qin Feng and Sun Chantang remained on the vast battlefield.

Sun Chantang walked up to Qin Feng, looked him up and down, and a gratified smile spread across his face.

"Not bad, not bad. Looks like that ten thousand imperial credits I lost back then wasn't a waste."

"Thank you, Master Sun, for the gift of a second chance!"

Qin Feng once again gave a deep, solemn imperial military salute.

This time, his heart was filled with boundless gratitude.

If their first meeting had been Sun Chantang eradicating the root of his illness and giving him a "new life" on the path of martial arts,

then this time, Sun Chantang had truly saved his life.

In fact, now, looking back from a different perspective, he could better appreciate the weight of Sun Chantang's kindness back then.

For the destitute young man he had been, ten thousand imperial credits was an unimaginable fortune.

But for him now, a fifth-rank martial artist, ten thousand credits meant nothing.

He knew full well that for an existence of Sun Chantang's level, that ten thousand credits probably couldn't even buy a single screw on his power armor.

That so-called "guidance fee" was essentially free.

It might have been just a small test Sun Chantang had casually set up to filter out those with "sincere hearts."

"No matter."

Sun Chantang waved his hand, signaling him not to stand on ceremony.

He turned and walked back to the battered "Limitless Martial Hall" sign, gazing at it silently.

He reached out, gently lifted the sign, riddled with cracks and bullet holes, from the ruins, and carefully rehung it on the already collapsed doorframe.

Then, he extended his right hand.

His palm began to make a series of ancient, profound, and strange gestures.

As he did so, Qin Feng clearly saw the battered sign begin to undergo visible changes!

The scattered biomass of the greenskins in the surrounding air;

the high-quality metal materials strewn among the ruins;

and even the intangible, fundamental psychic particles in the heavens and earth...

All matter and energy seemed drawn by an invisible hand, converging endlessly toward that sign!

The cracks on the sign healed rapidly.

The bullet holes were quickly filled with new material.

The faded lettering began to shine bright and dazzling once more.

It was becoming newer and sturdier, as if reversing time and the laws of physics!

Qin Feng stared in a daze at Sun Chantang's hand movements—seemingly slow, yet brimming with infinite Dao resonance.

In that moment, his mind was struck as if by a lightning bolt!

Because every movement, every gesture Sun Chantang made perfectly matched the arcane diagrams recorded in the general outline of the "Tenfold Hand"—one of the Ultramarine war chapter's ultimate techniques that Qin Feng had never been able to grasp!

At that instant, Qin Feng's world seemed to be muted.

The ceaseless explosions from the recent apocalyptic battle in the distance; the bloody ground beneath his feet, littered with greenskin corpses and building rubble; and even his own exhausted, battered body...

Everything vanished from his perception.

In his eyes, in his heart, in his entire soul, there remained only Sun Chantang's right hand, slowly dancing with infinite charm.

That hand moved not swiftly.

Yet each turn, each pinch, each stretch seemed to hold the most primal truths of "creation" and "restoration" within heaven and earth.

When his five fingers closed together and swept lightly, Qin Feng could almost see countless shattered molecules being rearranged and recombined by an invisible giant hand.

When his wrist twisted and he grasped the void, Qin Feng could almost feel the wandering, most basic spiritual energy particles in the world being forcibly given form, coalescing into brand-new matter.

This was the Tenfold Hand!

This was the supreme "nurturing method" personally taught by Zhou Xiong, a black-hole-level powerhouse, hailed as the empire's strategic treasure!

It was no longer the cold, incomprehensible diagrams and words in Qin Feng's mind.

In Sun Chantang's hands, it became a living, breathing nurturing method brimming with supreme might—everything turned lucid!

Qin Feng was utterly captivated by the movements of Master Sun.

He fell into a profound, mysterious state of enlightenment, intoxicated and unable to extricate himself.

He forgot time, forgot place, forgot himself.

His spirit resonated with Sun Chantang's motions in some arcane harmony.

In his mind, the once obscure and difficult techniques and incantations of the Tenfold Hand now seemed infused with life, flowing and operating automatically and clearly.

Sun Chantang's execution gradually changed as well.

At first, his Tenfold Hand targeted that battered signboard.

But sensing Qin Feng had entered enlightenment, Sun Chantang's honest face revealed a gratified smile.

His casting hand slowly moved away from the signboard.

Then, it began to take Qin Feng's body as its new "target."

He did not directly touch Qin Feng.

Instead, in a "hand-holding" teaching manner, he guided the qi of the Tenfold Hand already circulating within Qin Feng.

Every move he made served as the most precise and perfect demonstration for Qin Feng.

How to draw spiritual energy.

How to regulate meridians.

How to channel the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to nourish and repair the tiniest wounds from battle.

...

For a time, upon this ruin that had just witnessed a world-ending battle, filled with death and destruction, an utterly harmonious and bizarre scene unfolded.

A godlike strongman in sea-blue Space Marine power armor slowly and patiently performed a set of profound techniques.

Before him, a youth in tattered black power armor, like the most devout disciple, stood with eyes closed, motionless, immersed in a state of self-forgetfulness and emptiness.

Time lost its meaning in this arcane transmission.

The great sun rose and set.

Wind blew across the dead city, carrying away the last trace of blood.

Rain fell and evaporated.

It washed away all dust and filth from this land.

Spring passed, autumn came.

In the blink of an eye, a year had gone by.

Finally, one morning, when the first ray of sunlight pierced the clouds and shone upon the ruin,

Qin Feng, who had stood still all along, shuddered violently!

On his attribute panel, the [Nurturing Method] column, which had remained unchanged, finally shifted!

[Tenfold Hand (Not Yet Initiated)]

[Current Proficiency: 1/10]

That tiny, insignificant increase from 0 to 1 seemed to pierce the toughest window paper.

In an instant, Qin Feng felt his entire world become utterly transparent!

A flood of previously obscure key points about the Tenfold Hand suddenly became crystal clear!

He slowly opened his eyes.

There was no trace of confusion left in his gaze—only a brilliance like starlit enlightenment.

"Thank you, Master."

He tried to speak his thanks, but found his voice hoarse from a year of silence.

Sun Chantang, standing before him, had long ceased his movements.

He looked at Qin Feng, his honest face breaking into a satisfied smile.

"Not bad, not bad. Good comprehension."

He nodded, then added, "But remember, to bring out the best effect of the Tenfold Hand nurturing method, you need strong mental power as a catalyst. You haven't mastered the use of mental power yet, so the effect will be greatly diminished."

"If you want to use the Tenfold Hand on yourself to accelerate cultivation, you'll have to do it like a mortal martial artist—use your left hand to groom the right half of your body, and your right hand to groom the left half. That way, the effect... well, it's barely passable, just very clumsy. Make do with it."

"..."

Qin Feng could only nod respectfully, engraving every word of the master deep in his heart.

"Alright."

Sun Chantang waved his hand and said, "My business here is done. I have my own tasks to attend to. You should return as well."

"Thank you, Master, for your guidance!"

Qin Feng once again solemnly gave Sun Chantang the most standard Imperial military salute.

This debt of gratitude could no longer be summed up by mere "life-saving" or "guidance."

This was the true grace of "passing on the Way"!

"No matter."

Sun Chantang smiled. His seemingly naive eyes sparkled with wisdom as deep as a sea of stars.

He patted Qin Feng on the shoulder, his tone becoming earnest.

"As I said before, we humans don't have the spore inheritance etched into the genes like the Greenskins. Our human civilization and strength rely on this kind of torch-passing from generation to generation."

"When you become a true strongman in the future, perhaps in some casual moment, a heartfelt kindness, a random pointer, can pull a similarly frustrated, desperate youth out of the mire."

"And you'll never know—maybe tens of thousands of years later, that youth you casually helped will grow into a towering hero, saving billions of life-bearing stars that should have sunk into darkness."

"That is our human inheritance."

With that, he said no more.

"I'm off."

He waved his hand casually at Qin Feng.

The next moment, his stalwart figure clad in sea-blue power armor vanished from the spot as if it had never been there.

He had activated no teleportation.

He simply disappeared into thin air like that.

It was as if he had merely merged his form into the backdrop of this universe.

Gazing at the spot where Sun Chantang had vanished, Qin Feng stood for a long time, his heart filled with endless shock and emotion.

After a long while, he slowly pulled himself together.

He opened his personal terminal and glanced at the time Hammer had indicated.

[It has been one year and four months since you left Canaan Star Martial University.]

Qin Feng did a quick mental calculation.

The bloody battle with the Greenskins, from start to finish, including being rescued by Master Sun, had taken about four months.

After that, he had immersed himself in the epiphany of the Ten Complete Hands, and another full year had passed.

Unknowingly, another year or more had slipped away.

It was time for him to return.

Return to try out the Ten Complete Hands at one proficiency point, to see how much it could boost his cultivation speed!

Qin Feng estimated at least five times!

"It feels like Master Sun came specifically to teach me the Ten Complete Hands hand in hand."

Qin Feng muttered to himself, somewhat puzzled.

What was so special about him? Did he deserve Master Sun's attention?

Unable to figure it out, Qin Feng simply stopped thinking about it.

The light of subspace teleportation flickered, Qin Feng's form vanished, and when he opened his eyes again, he was already on the teleportation platform of Canaan Star Martial University.

The rewards for the last mission had been settled and sent to his personal account.

[Contribution points: 7400, War Group Reputation: 82000]

Adding the previous balance, his current reputation was acceptable.

"There are still nineteen years until the War Group ranking competition ends."

"First repair the power armor, purchase resources, then go back and try the Ten Complete Hands!"

Qin Feng was somewhat excited.

(End of this chapter)