Chapter 210: Refining the Tianyan Weapon, Applying for Graduation! The Mighty Power of the Emperor

Chapter 210: Forging the Heavenly Derivative Blade, Applying for Graduation! The Might of the Emperor! The Canaan Sutra

Qin Feng turned his gaze back to the core of this mission.

He gathered all ten of his team members, and together with the five Blue Star Chiefs, they unfurled a holographic star map composed of light in the conference hall.

"Regarding the subsequent handling of this planet, I have an initial plan."

Qin Feng's finger lightly traced across the map.

"First, based on our preliminary scans, aside from the 'Leviathan,' this planet is infested with a large number of alien myriad-race lifeforms. They are the cancerous tumors of this planet's ecosystem and the greatest obstacle hindering the development of its native civilization."

His gaze swept over everyone present, and he continued, "My suggestion is that I take action to eliminate all alien myriad-race lifeforms on this planet with a life force index exceeding ninety thousand points."

Ninety thousand points.

This number made the hearts of the five Blue Star Chiefs skip a beat.

They had just learned about the martial realm divisions within the Empire, understanding that this was a life force index approaching the planetary level.

"As for those with a life force index below ninety thousand..."

"Leave them all to these people."

Qin Feng's finger pointed to the five Chiefs, who were listening intently.

"These will be their finest whetstones, and also the first 'startup capital' for leading this civilization into the interstellar era. Whether it's the accumulation of combat experience or the materials harvested from the corpses of these creatures, it will all be invaluable wealth."

This was a well-considered, teach-a-man-to-fish plan.

It cleared away deadly threats for this nascent civilization while leaving behind challenges sufficient to temper their growth.

"Secondly,"

Qin Feng continued, "The ecological environment of this planet is exceptionally favorable, with a very high life index, fully meeting the Empire's habitable standards.

Therefore, no additional life-transformation modifications are necessary."

"For this world to truly and comprehensively integrate with the Human Empire, to fully immerse itself in the great tide of the interstellar martial era, it will likely require a transitional period of about a hundred years."

Qin Feng made his final summary and looked at his ten team members.

"With that, the subsequent work is clear.

You will compile all the coordinates of those alien myriad-race lifeforms with life force indices exceeding ninety thousand points and send them to me.

After I deal with these threats, I will immediately submit the mission."

His gaze swept across the faces of his ten team members one by one, and finally, with a note of entrustment, he said, "As for the next hundred years, it will be hard on you.

You need to stay here, alongside these five Chiefs, to guide the initial development of this civilization, establish the basic order of the Empire, until they can fully and independently integrate into the Empire."

"Yes, Captain!"

The ten team members responded in unison, their expressions solemn.

"Understood, Captain."

The two members of the Ultramarines Chapter immediately sprang into action. They swiftly retrieved the data from previous reconnaissance and scans, filtering and integrating the coordinates of all high-threat targets that met the criteria, eventually forming a detailed list and sending it to Qin Feng's wrist terminal.

"Very good."

Qin Feng nodded.

The next moment, to the astonished gaze of the five Chiefs, his form transformed into an imperceptible spatial ripple, vanishing instantly from the conference hall.

...

The dizziness of teleportation was now negligible for Qin Feng.

His figure, like a phantom, began a lightning-fast cleansing operation across every corner of the planet.

Qin Feng's form continuously performed short-range teleportations between various coordinate points.

Each appearance was accompanied by a clean, decisive, and unquestionable kill.

"Hammer, scan the surrounding environment, watch for high-energy reactions and rare materials."

During the intervals of cleansing, Qin Feng also issued commands to his auxiliary system in his mind.

Unfortunately, the results of this trip left him somewhat disappointed.

The so-called "myriad-race lifeforms" he had slain were mostly common races rated as "unremarkable" in the Empire's database.

The materials from their bodies held no special value, and the places they had occupied revealed no noteworthy rare mineral veins or psychic energy resources.

After all, opportunities were always a matter of small probability.

The true path of cultivation was more often a monotonous, day-after-day grind of bitter training and accumulation.

When the red light of the last coordinate point on Qin Feng's map finally extinguished, he hovered tens of thousands of meters above, gazing down at the tranquil blue planet that had regained its peace.

He opened his wrist terminal, brought up the mission interface, and selected "Submit Mission."

[Evaluation complete, Mission completion: Perfect.]

[Mission rewards issued, Contribution Points +50,000.]

A series of system prompt sounds echoed in his mind.

Looking at the balance on his wrist terminal, which had jumped from over 309,000 to over 359,000 contribution points, Qin Feng nodded calmly.

He did not choose to teleport back to the conference hall where the five Chiefs were.

Qin Feng's mission was complete. This planet, located in a cosmic void, had also embarked on a new path toward the sea of stars.

With a thought, Qin Feng selected subspace teleportation to return to Canaan Starry Sky Martial University.

The next second, Qin Feng's figure vanished completely from the skies above this newborn civilization.

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The long-unseen dormitory was spotless, the constant-temperature air circulation system humming quietly, just as it had been when Qin Feng left.

This place held nearly a century of his memories at Canaan Starry Sky Martial University—from the struggles of his initial enrollment, to his emergence in the Freshman Cup, to his current promotion to the planetary level and impending graduation... This place had become another home base for him in the universe.

The first was the home in the Silver Dove Community on Qiming Star.

Qin Feng did not indulge in sentiment.

He sat cross-legged, and with a slight thought, a red-and-white, miniature dragon-like projection emerged from his wristband, hovering nimbly in the air. It was his subspace intelligent assistant—Hammer.

"Hammer, inquire about the official channels of the Empire for weapon forging."

Qin Feng's voice was calm and steady.

"As you command, Master."

Hammer's crisp electronic voice sounded, its wings vibrating slightly as a complex and precise light screen instantly unfolded before Qin Feng, listing the relevant regulations and procedures of the Imperial Trading House.

"Reporting to Master, weapon forging is primarily conducted through the 'Divine Craftsman Hall' of the 'Imperial Trading House.'

You can submit core materials and design concepts. The forging masters or even the intelligent matrix of the Divine Craftsman Hall will evaluate and craft according to your requirements.

The final contribution points required will be determined comprehensively based on the weapon's grade, the rarity and completeness of the materials provided, and the difficulty of forging."

Qin Feng nodded slightly. This was more or less what he had expected.

The services of the Imperial Trading House had always been clearly priced and fair.

His consciousness sank into the virtual interface of the Imperial Trade Exchange, a vast data space as boundless as a sea of stars.

He did not browse the dazzling array of finished equipment but directly initiated an application for custom forging.

Two options appeared before him: [Submit Materials] and [Input Concept].

With a flicker of thought, two items from his subspace storage unit were selected.

The first was the colossal corpse of a Star-Swallower juvenile, massive as a mountain range.

Though only a half-step planetary-level being, the life essence and spatial properties contained within its bones, sinews, and flesh were treasures coveted by any planetary-level powerhouse.

The second was the "Heavenly Derivative Alloy" he had discovered by chance in the deep seas of Blue Star.

It floated silently in the virtual space, its surface shimmering with a chaotic, primordial metallic luster, as if it held the ultimate secrets of cosmic evolution.

Then, Qin Feng began to input his concept.

"Weapon form: Spear."

"Core requirement: Achieve the utmost transmission and amplification of psychic energy and spiritual power under current technology."

"Special trait: Possess the ability for self-growth and self-repair."

As his concept took shape, the intelligent matrix on the virtual interface began rapid calculations, with torrents of data cascading like a waterfall.

In mere seconds, a detailed forging plan and quotation appeared clearly before him.

[Forging Plan: Heavenly Derivative Armament (Planetary-Level, Initial Stage)]

[Core Structure: Heavenly Derivative Alloy]

[Main Skeleton: Star-Swallower Spine]

[Energy Circuit: Star-Swallower Nerve Bundle]

[Traits: Omni-Form (can transform into any shape according to the user's will), Devouring Growth (can self-evolve by devouring high-grade metals and energy cores, theoretically with no upper limit), Psychic Superconductivity, Spiritual Resonance.]

[Material Assessment: Core material "Heavenly Derivative Alloy" satisfied. Main material "Star-Swallower Juvenile Corpse" satisfied.]

[Missing Material: To ensure the perfect realization of the "Omni-Form" trait, 17 standard units of "Hermes Memory Metal" are required.]

[Supplement Plan 1: Submit "Hermes Memory Metal" yourself.]

[Supplement Plan 2: Provided by the Divine Craft Hall, requiring 2,000,000 contribution points.]

"Two million contribution points..."

Qin Feng stared at the number, checked his account balance. After the Blue Star mission rewarded him with 50,000 contribution points, his total assets stood at 378,210 points—far short of the two-million target.

He subconsciously had Hammer inquire about the cost of purchasing a brand-new, basic version of the "Heavenly Derivative Armament" directly from the Imperial Trade Exchange, without these two core materials.

Hammer's query results made him fully understand the weight of the four words "Heavenly Derivative Alloy."

"Reporting to Master, according to the latest transaction records from the Imperial Central Database, a masterless Heavenly Derivative Armament (Planetary-Level, Initial Stage) has a market guide price of 1000B contribution points."

"1000B..."

A faint, almost imperceptible twitch occurred at the corner of Qin Feng's eye.

In the Empire's counting system, "B" was a unit vast enough to suffocate ordinary martial artists. One "B" represented a full one billion Imperial contribution points.

One thousand B meant one trillion.

And he, merely because of an accidental discovery on Blue Star, now possessed the equivalent of this astronomical fortune.

This also made him deeply realize just how lucky he had been to find the Heavenly Derivative Alloy.

"The Heavenly Derivative Armament is worth every point," Qin Feng thought to himself.

Capable of being used from the planetary level all the way to beyond the black hole level, it could theoretically grow infinitely.

This was no longer just a weapon, but a "Dao companion" that could accompany a martial artist throughout their entire martial path.

Now, the problem returned to its starting point—how to gather those two million contribution points.

"Do missions?"

The thought flickered through his mind and was immediately dismissed.

Planetary-level missions often took years or even decades, their processes filled with uncertainty.

He couldn't wait that long. The Universal Genius Tournament was only three years away, and he had to have everything prepared before then.

"Then, there's only one place left."

Qin Feng's gaze sharpened, and his consciousness instantly plunged into that familiar yet challenging virtual space.

"Garna Tower."

...

Light and shadow shifted. When Qin Feng "opened his eyes" again, he stood on the ancient, solemn stone steps of Garna Tower.

He was now a planetary-level powerhouse, his life level having undergone a qualitative transformation.

This time, his starting point was the 301st floor.

Without any hesitation or testing, as the guardian of the 301st floor—a dwarf phantom clad in heavy armor, wielding a battle axe—took shape, Qin Feng's figure had already vanished from where he stood.

He didn't even use any killing techniques. He simply unleashed the terrifying strength and speed inherent in his planetary-level physical body, throwing a single punch.

The air was instantly shattered, producing a piercing sonic boom. The interstellar dwarf didn't even have time to react before its enchanted armor, along with its virtual body, exploded into a shower of light particles like a meteor struck by a star.

Instant kill!

Qin Feng's pace didn't pause for a moment as he continued upward.

He swept through everything, breaking through like a bamboo splitter!

The formidable guardians that had once intimidated countless elite and core disciples now seemed as fragile as paper before Qin Feng.

Soon, he reached the 900th floor.

From here, the atmosphere of Garna Tower suddenly changed.

The ancient stone steps began to emanate powerful wills that dominated the universe and spanned the ages.

Hammer's prompt sounded at the right moment: "Master, you have entered the 'Recorded Shadow' area of Garna Tower. Starting from the 901st floor, you will face the strongest combat imprints left by graduates of Garna Starry Sky Martial Arts University over its 2.2 billion years of history."

2.2 billion years!

What an immense timescale. In that span, enough for countless galaxies to be born and perish, how many brilliant, universe-shaking top-tier experts had emerged from Garna?

And those who left their imprints here were, without exception, the brightest stars of their respective eras among their peers.

Qin Feng's blood began to simmer.

On the 901st floor, his opponent was a burly man wielding a massive shield and war hammer.

The first generation legion commander of the "Titan War Legion."

The battle erupted.

The opponent's defense was nearly impenetrable, and each hammer strike carried the terrifying power to shatter a planet.

For the first time, Qin Feng felt pressure. He no longer relied solely on his physical body but began to integrate the many killing techniques of his mastery realm into his fists and feet.

The majesty of 【Golden Throne】, the endless surge of 【A Hundred Boats Vying for the Current】, the weight of 【Heavy Spear】...

After over a hundred rounds of fierce collision, Qin Feng finally shattered its shield with a fist seal of 【Golden Throne】, ending the battle.

On the 902nd floor, his opponent transformed into a woman with ethereal footwork and lightning-fast sword light.

Her swordsmanship was exquisite to the extreme; every strike seemed like an antelope hanging its horns, leaving no trace, even capable of conjuring illusions of light.

Qin Feng fell into a bitter struggle.

His grand and sweeping combat style was constrained at every turn before her.

Yet, relying on the terrifying experience honed in the Imperial Arena—surpassing a million battles—he managed to predict each of her attacks by sheer force.

After nearly a thousand exchanges, he endured a sword strike as the price, closed in to immobilize her, and won through brute strength.

This battle allowed Qin Feng to successfully leave his own combat mark on the 902nd floor.

However, on the 903rd floor, he met his Waterloo.

His opponent was a man who looked utterly ordinary, wielding a standard Imperial long spear.

But it was this very man who made Qin Feng feel an unprecedented despair.

The man’s spear technique had returned to simplicity, devoid of any flourish, yet it embodied the three words "speed, precision, and ruthlessness" to perfection.

Even more terrifying, each of his spear thrusts carried a dreadful mental pressure, restricting Qin Feng’s moves at every turn, making the fusion of spirit and psionic energy sluggish.

Compared to the spear-wielder Jin Mu he had encountered in the Starry Cup, this opponent was far more formidable.

This was a seventh-level killing technique only attainable by planetary-level experts, and this man had clearly immersed himself in this path for countless ages.

Qin Feng gave his all, even unleashing his self-created ultimate killing move 【Qian Yuan】, yet it was effortlessly neutralized by the opponent with a light and easy demeanor. In the end, a spear pierced through his chest, and his consciousness was ejected from the Canaan Tower.

...

In the dormitory, Qin Feng slowly opened his eyes, a trace of shock, a hint of emotion, and a sense of inevitability in his gaze.

"The strongest graduate in twenty-two hundred million years... truly a monster."

He murmured to himself.

In this tower climb, he had ultimately accumulated 2.8 million contribution points.

Adding his existing assets, the total reached as high as 3.17 million.

"My current strength, though seemingly stepping into the planetary level, is in truth just a 'blank slate' with brute force."

Qin Feng calmly analyzed his situation, "Without a single true seventh-level killing technique, without any planetary-level equipment, and still groping for how to systematically cultivate at the planetary level. Reaching the 902nd floor with my past accumulation is already no small feat."

He hesitated no longer, reopened the Imperial Trading House, chose to supplement 2 million contribution points, and formally submitted the forging order for the "Heavenly Derivative Armament."

【Order confirmed. Estimated forging time: 100 Imperial years.】

Watching the 2 million vanish from his account in an instant, leaving only 1.15 million, Qin Feng felt no regret.

He immediately clicked into the technique and secret manual section, beginning to filter for seventh-level killing techniques.

"My path has been clear from the very start."

His will was unshakably firm, "Grand and sweeping, charging forward without hesitation, prioritizing slaughter!"

After inputting these keywords into the filter, a vast sea of techniques was eliminated, leaving only a few hundred thousand.

Qin Feng’s gaze was soon drawn to one of them.

【Seventh-Level Killing Technique: 《Ninefold Blood Spear》】

【Synopsis: A seventh-level killing technique leaked from the Imperial military, created for frontal battlefield assaults.

This technique is divided into nine layers, each stacking immense killing intent and power. When mastered to perfection, a single spear thrust unleashes a sea of blood, driving gods and demons to flee.

Its spear intent not only inflicts devastating damage on the body but also uses dense killing intent to directly assault and crush the opponent’s mental will.】

【Exchange Price: 1,000,000 contribution points.】

This is it!

A sharp gleam flashed in Qin Feng’s eyes, and without a moment’s hesitation, he directly selected the exchange.

After doing all this, his contribution point balance was left with only 150,000.

The contribution points were spent again.

But in Qin Feng’s heart, there was an unprecedented sense of fulfillment.

The future weapon was secured, and the killing technique was obtained.

He pulled up the academic affairs system of Canaan Starry Sky Martial University and, on that page that had lain dormant for nearly a hundred years, solemnly submitted his graduation application. "The Cosmic Genius Tournament begins in three years—neither long nor short."

Qin Feng took one last inventory of his state:

In a hundred years, he would possess a Heavenly Derivative Armament of boundless potential.

The seventh-level killing technique 《Ninefold Blood Spear》 was also in hand.

Yet the shortcomings were equally clear: no planetary-level power armor, and a complete fog regarding the specific cultivation system at the planetary level—how to divide ranks, how to efficiently enhance mental strength.

Just as Qin Feng was pondering these issues, a gentle notification tone sounded in his ear—a dedicated communication from his mentor’s authority.

He immediately opened it, and the familiar, dignified visage of his mentor Yu Han appeared as a projection, with a message already delivered.

【Qin Feng, your graduation application has been received.】

【Proceed immediately to the Martial Immortal District to collect your graduate reward, and to receive my final guidance as your mentor.】

Qin Feng’s spirit instantly lifted.

—

Martial Immortal District.

The verdant bamboo grove swayed in the wind, rustling softly.

The air was filled with the fragrance of earth and the fresh scent of bamboo leaves, refreshing the soul.

A path paved with bluestone slabs wound its way deep into the bamboo grove, ending at an ancient three-story stone tower, standing quietly amidst the greenery, as if merged with this heaven and earth.

Qin Feng restrained the vast aura naturally emitted by a planetary-level expert, walking like an ordinary student along the stone path, step by step toward the mentor’s tower.

He could sense a familiar, steady, and powerful will that had already locked onto him—it was the presence of his mentor Yu Han.

Before the tower, Yu Han was already standing with his hands behind his back.

He still wore that simple martial arts uniform, his posture upright as a pine, his gaze deep as the ocean.

Seeing Qin Feng approach, a faint smile appeared on his face—a complex emotion blending relief, admiration, and expectation.

"You’re here."

Yu Han’s voice was as steady as ever.

"Mentor."

Qin Feng bowed respectfully.

"Your graduation application has been received, and I have approved it."

Yu Han nodded, concise and without delay, "Congratulations on your official graduation."

He turned sideways, gesturing for Qin Feng to follow him into the tower.

The interior of the tower was exceedingly simple, furnished with nothing more than a stone table and two stone stools, aside from some essential cultivation facilities.

"This is your graduation reward."

Yu Han stood by the stone table, speaking with a smile.

"Graduation reward?"

Qin Feng was slightly taken aback.

"Mm."

Yu Han seemed to see through his thoughts and explained, "Every graduate gets one. Although Canaan’s rule is that advancing to the Planetary level automatically grants graduation eligibility, the school can’t very well let you geniuses, who’ve consumed countless resources in training, just leave with your bare asses once you become Planetary-level, can it?"

His words carried a hint of the military’s characteristic roughness and jest, easing the previously solemn atmosphere.

"The cultivation outline for after the Planetary level, some basic intelligence on the major forces of the universe, a cultivation method, a standard-issue Planetary-level power armor, and a matching Planetary-level weapon—all of it is here."

Yu Han shifted his tone, emphasizing, "Of course, the power armor and weapon are the most basic models, but their advantage lies in versatility, enough to handle most situations. Once you’re fully familiar with Planetary-level power, you’ll still need to replace them with equipment better suited to yourself."

As his words fell, Yu Han waved his hand.

Hum—

With a faint ripple of spatial disturbance, a massive and ferocious war machine materialized out of thin air on the open ground within the tower.

It was a full-body power armor, dark blue in hue, its style brimming with a brutal and powerful aesthetic that inevitably evoked images of the legendary ancient Star Warriors of the Empire.

It stood three meters tall, its shoulder guards as thick as city walls, the chest plate emblazoned with the emblem of Canaan Star Martial University, and every seam of the armor glimmered with the faint light of energy conduction.

Simply standing there silently, it exuded a cold, heavy, crushing aura of slaughter, as if the very air within the stone tower had solidified.

Beside the power armor floated an alloy spear of matching design.

The spear shaft was straight, its lines smooth, its surface covered with intricate patterns for channeling psychic energy and mental power, the tip gleaming with a chilling cold light—clearly a killing tool forged for the front lines.

"As for the cultivation method,"

Yu Han’s voice pulled Qin Feng’s attention away from the power armor, "It’s called the *Canaan Sutra*.

It wasn’t created by any powerful being, but is a self-derived cultivation method of Canaan Tower itself.

Well—you can think of Canaan Tower as a supreme ancient being of unfathomable depth, who forged an ultimate divine weapon with boundless might, and the *Canaan Sutra* is part of the legacy left by that being.

Among the countless cultivation methods of the Empire, its rank is quite high, enough to support your cultivation all the way to the Black Hole level."

As he spoke, Yu Han raised his wrist, and a stream of data transmitted instantly through the subspace network to Qin Feng’s personal terminal.

"Directly to the Black Hole level?"

Qin Feng’s pupils contracted slightly. He didn’t immediately check the invaluable information but keenly caught a key point in his mentor’s words.

He lifted his head, his gaze burning as he looked at Yu Han, and asked in confusion, "Mentor, what about after the Black Hole level?"

"Mm…"

Yu Han paused for a moment, as if organizing his thoughts.

"I was just about to tell you that."

He gestured for Qin Feng to sit, then sat cross-legged opposite him.

"On the martial path, from Level One to Level Nine, everything you do is essentially laying the most solid foundation for the ultimate life leap.

Through countless temperings, you hone the physical body; through visualization and meditation, you cultivate and strengthen the mind; and finally, you forge a unique ‘Psionic Core’ within your body.

The moment the Psionic Core is forged, you complete the most important evolution of life’s hierarchy, transcending the shackles of mortality."

"The being after evolution is called a ‘Planetary-level Lifeform.’ The Psionic Core within the body, like a planet’s core, surges with energy, endlessly generating it. At this stage, physical tempering is no longer the sole focus of cultivation."

Yu Han’s gaze grew profound, as if piercing through the stone tower to gaze into the endless starry sky.

"From the Planetary level up to the Black Hole level, the core of cultivation is only two words—‘Spirit.’

What you must do is, through cultivating your mental power, understand, interfere with, and even master that spiritual domain known as the ‘Subspace.’

The ultimate goal is to evolve your Psionic Core into a ‘Singularity’ that has an indestructible projection in both the material universe and the Subspace spiritual domain.

In this process, your physical life level will be continuously elevated under the influence of the spiritual domain. For instance, cultivating the Canaan Tower grants your physical body traits akin to a heavy ancient tower, far surpassing ordinary Planetary-level experts.

Simultaneously, your spiritual level will undergo constant transformation."

Qin Feng listened intently, engraving every word of his mentor deep into his mind.

This was precisely the knowledge he lacked most—a grand tapestry of cultivation was slowly unfolding before him.

"The Planetary level is the beginning of this new stage.

The main cultivation content of this realm is to accumulate and purify your mental power.

The introductory chapter of the *Canaan Sutra* discusses this in detail. It divides the accumulation of mental power at the Planetary level into five distinct stages, called the ‘Five Limits of the Planetary.’"

"First Limit: ‘Droplet.’ Condense your currently loose mental power into a single, substantial droplet of psychic essence. This is a qualitative leap from nothing to something."

"Second Limit: ‘Cup.’ When enough psychic droplets have accumulated, gather them into a cup. Your mental power begins to possess the property of ‘bearing.’"

"Third Limit: ‘Lake.’ From cup to lake, the mental power becomes calm and deep, the will like a mirror, clearly reflecting both inner and outer worlds."

"Fourth Limit: ‘River.’ Break the lake into a river; the mental will begins to possess the rushing, unyielding impact of a flowing current."

"Fifth Limit: ‘Boundless Sea.’ The river merges into an endless sea; the mental power becomes vast and boundless, unfathomably deep.

The construction of these five levels is immensely difficult at every step. Each breakthrough causes the surging mental power to thoroughly wash and sublimate your physical body, making your foundation ever stronger."

"When you finally reach the ‘Boundless Sea’ level, your mental power’s accumulation in terms of ‘quantity’ will have met the standard.

At that point, you can begin attempting to construct your own ‘Indestructible Projection’ within Subspace."

Yu Han extended a finger, and a wisp of psionic energy condensed into a miniature, crystalline tower phantom at his fingertip.

"The Subspace projection constructed by the *Canaan Sutra* is a tower.

Other top-tier cultivation methods produce different forms—some a great bell that suppresses the world, some a divine blade that cleaves the heavens, some even an eternal ark or a simple plate.

Regardless of form, the core purpose is to anchor an absolutely ‘stable’ coordinate within the chaotic, violent Subspace."

"Among all known forms, those like the bell, tower, ruler, mirror, throne, cauldron, and blade are most common due to their structural stability."

"If you can successfully construct the complete projection of this tower within Subspace using your own mental power, then congratulations—you will have successfully advanced to the ‘Stellar level.’

From then on, as long as your Subspace tower remains unextinguished, you are immortal.

Even if your physical body is utterly destroyed in the material universe, your soul and spirit can rely on the Subspace tower to be reborn, reshape your flesh, and theoretically live an endless life."

Qin Feng’s mind was profoundly shaken.

Immortality and indestructibility—for any life, this is the ultimate temptation.

"The cultivation of the Stellar level is divided into two steps."

Yu Han’s voice continued, interrupting Qin Feng’s thoughts. "The first step is to continue increasing the ‘quantity’ of your mental power, expanding the Subspace tower you’ve constructed until its range covers an area comparable to a standard spiral galaxy—at least a hundred thousand light-years.

The second step is to refine the ‘quality’ of your mental power, repeatedly tempering this vast Subspace galaxy tower until it turns entirely pure gold, indestructible and eternal.

When you complete these two steps, you can advance to the ‘Galactic level.’"

"After that, the path is ‘compression.’"

Yu Han’s tone grew exceedingly grave, "Take that colossus of yours, that golden sub-space galaxy spanning a hundred thousand light-years, and with supreme will and psychic power, compress it infinitely, reducing it at last to a 'black hole singularity' of infinite mass and infinitesimal volume.

Once you succeed, you shall ascend to the rank of the 'Black Hole Class.'"

"Powerhouses of the Black Hole Class possess within sub-space their own 'Singularity Domain' of absolute control.

Their mental fortitude and physical strength have reached the absolute zenith of what a mortal can conceive. At this stage..."

Yu Han paused, casting a deep, searching look at Qin Feng.

"At this stage, all known heritages, whether they be methods of refinement, methods of slaughter, or methods of cultivation, have run their course. There is no longer any ancestral experience for you to consult, no manual left to guide your steps."

"What you must do, much like a true black hole, is to feed continuously.

Devour every living being that serves you, devour all knowledge that benefits you, and in the endless dark and solitude, carve out a path that is uniquely your own... create your own 'Law.'"

"When you can walk your own path and forge your own Law, you will then command your own domain, breaking through to the realm of the 'Domain Lord.' The sub-chapter Warmasters of the great battle groups are essentially at this level.

Above them are the powerhouses of the Marquis, King, and Emperor ranks, recognized by the cosmic will; this echelon forms the backbone of the battle groups, leading thousands of troops alone, answerable only to the orders of a higher-level Battle Group Legatus, and can be called high officials of the frontier, each possessing the strength to sit in judgment over hundreds of millions of star zones and safeguard a realm."

"The Lord of the Limit is the Legatus of our Limit Battle Group. In his early years, he followed the Emperor to campaign across the universe, rendering meritorious service during the Great Crusade, and even now, he fights within the boundless battlefield of the myriad races."

"Of the empire's million battle groups, only a small fraction remains within human territory; the higher combat assets of the battle groups are all campaigning in the battlefield of the myriad races, fighting to win endless, precious resources for mankind."

"For instance, various rare alloys and precious resources are only produced in the battlefield of the myriad races, which is the primary reason for the ceaseless warfare. There is another reason, but you will know it once you reach that battlefield; for now, I cannot tell you."

Silence.

A prolonged silence.

Yu Han’s narration had concluded, but the vast ocean of information contained within, along with that clear yet unimaginably arduous road leading to the summit of the universe, was like a cosmic storm sweeping frantically through Qin Feng’s mental world.

Planets, stars, galaxies, black holes... and finally, the path of creating one's own Law.

An unprecedented, magnificently grand tapestry of martial arts unfurled abruptly before his eyes.

That majestic blueprint of cultivation, stretching from the Planetary Class to the Black Hole Class, settled slowly into Qin Feng's mental world.

The description of each realm was like a succession of ignited stars, illuminating the fog ahead of him.

Yet, as these stars linked together into a radiant celestial chart, a colossal and fatal shadow also surfaced in his heart.

That realm known as "sub-space" was, in his past understanding, synonymous with chaos, corruption, and evil.

The fall of Shi Dang and the madness of Khorne's cultists had filled him with the deepest wariness toward that mental realm called sub-space.

But now, his mentor was telling him that the entire path to heaven for human martial artists, starting from the Planetary Class, had its very foundation constructed upon this peril-laden domain.

This was no different from building one's own temple right beside a dragon's lair.

Qin Feng’s brow furrowed tightly, the doubt and unease within him almost overflowing.

He lifted his head, looking straight into Yu Han’s deep eyes, and asked in a low voice, "Mentor, I have a question. Does sub-space not harbor those legendary Four Chaos Gods? I have encountered cultists of Khorne, and I have learned of the existence of the other three from ancient texts.

Not to mention, there are countless gods of alien races, like 'Gork and Mork' worshiped by the greenskins, and the divine wills of other apex cosmic races, all of which might roam within sub-space."

His voice paused, his tone growing even more solemn, "Our path of cultivation relies entirely on constructing our own domains within sub-space; is this... not a bit too dangerous? Once we are targeted by these entities, would our 'sub-space singularity' not become something they could destroy at will?"

Yu Han listened quietly to Qin Feng's question, his face showing not the slightest hint of surprise.

This was a question that any powerhouse first coming into contact with the truth of the universe would inevitably conceive.

When Qin Feng finished asking, Yu Han's originally placid countenance instantly turned exceedingly stern.

"You have struck upon the most critical point."

Yu Han’s voice dropped low, "This is also the fundamental cornerstone of the empire's existence, and the reason all of us can cultivate in peace."

He rose slowly to his feet, his gaze seemingly piercing through the top of the tower, looking toward that sacred place beyond the material universe that human eyes could never observe—Terra, the Golden Throne.

"The Emperor sits upon the Golden Throne, unmoving for hundreds of millions of years."

Within Yu Han's voice was a reverence born from the deepest recesses of his soul, "He burns his own soul to unleash supreme might, and it is not merely to illuminate the navigation routes of sub-space.

His true purpose is within that sea of spirit—chaotic, filthy, and filled with chaos gods and demons—to violently forge, by his sole strength, a pure land of sub-space belonging exclusively to our human race!

A full half of the sub-space domain has been seized by the Emperor's might, and every single moment, he resists the onslaught of countless gods..."

"Within this pure land, the Emperor's might is omnipresent, like sunlight pouring down, dispersing all gloom.

The power of any alien deity, or any chaos god, cannot directly enter this region.

Therefore, the singularities of all our Black Hole Class powerhouses, and the sub-space projections of all our Stellar Class martial artists, are absolutely safe within this pure land."

Yu Han retracted his gaze and looked back at Qin Feng, his eyes sharp as knives, "At most, during critical moments of cultivation or advancement, you might endure some deceptive whispers or stray desires that seep in from outside the pure land, weakened hundreds of millions of times by the Emperor's might.

But to a powerhouse of steadfast will, that amounts to nothing at all."

"..."

Qin Feng was utterly stunned.

His brain, in this single instant, seemed to stop functioning.

An unspeakable, colossal shock, like the torrent of a cosmic big bang, instantly shattered all his past perceptions.

The Emperor.

That supreme symbol of the empire, existing only in legends, texts, and propaganda.

He had always thought it was a spiritual totem, a mere symbol maintaining the rule of the empire.

But now, he understood that it was no symbol, but a reality.

A terribly cruel and magnificent reality that had persisted for hundreds of millions of years.

"So..."

Qin Feng's voice was somewhat dry, and he organized his words with difficulty, trying to comprehend the full implication of this shocking secret, "The Emperor sealed himself forever upon the Golden Throne, burning himself and enduring endless agony... all to ensure that the cultivation path of our human race remains unobstructed, all so our human race can continuously give birth to Black Hole Class powerhouses?"

"Yes, it is exactly so."

Yu Han nodded, his tone filled with endless emotion and respect.

"This is why we, and all the true high echelons of the empire, revere the Emperor so deeply.

Because everything he does contains not a shred of selfishness; in his eyes, there is no self, only the continuation of the entire species.

For this, he has paid with hundreds of millions of years of freedom, and eternal torment..."

Yu Han let out a long sigh, "If not for this pure land opened by the Emperor, the martial arts path of our human race would find its absolute ceiling at the Planetary Class.

Facing those apex races born capable of roaming sub-space, and facing those chaos gods that feed upon souls, we would be nothing but lambs to the slaughter, long since extinguished in the long river of history."

"How could we be as we are now?"

The corner of Yu Han's mouth curled into an arc filled with iron and blood, "Under full mobilization, the empire sees countless Black Hole Class powerhouses ascend every year; whether it is the creation legions of the Cybernetic Race or the endless tide of the Tyranids, their speed of multiplying troops cannot catch up to the birth rate of our powerhouses!

In the eyes of the apex cosmic races, our human race is the most populous and most capable of proliferating forces; to speak without exaggeration, a top-tier battle group can be produced in a matter of a few hundred years. It is only restricted by organization that we have not expanded the number of battle groups, but the scale is continuously ballooning."

Qin Feng fell silent.

In his heart, the shock generated by uncovering the truth of the universe was gradually transforming into an unspeakable, sublime reverence.

It was the purest respect for a supreme being who, for the continuation of his race, willingly sacrificed himself to endure eternal solitude.

However, a new perplexity followed.

"Mentor,"

He spoke again, a hint of bewilderment in his tone, "Since the Emperor is so great, then why... why are there still powerful figures within the empire who choose to betray? I've even seen many who, under the Emperor's name, spread religion across the empire, fooling the masses and committing base deeds?"

"That's perfectly normal."

Yu Han's reply was calm and realistic, as if stating something utterly ordinary.

"The Black Hole level is not the end of cultivation. To forge your own path and create your own 'Law'—the difficulty is far beyond your imagination.

Not every martial artist who ascends to the Black Hole level possesses the talent and perseverance to blaze an unprecedented trail.

Moreover, the higher the level, the fiercer and more brutal the competition for resources."

"In the Emperor's eyes, there is no interest of any individual, only the gain and loss of the entire race.

His radiance falls equally upon every human being.

Thus, there will always be some vested interests who, due to personal gains and losses or unsatisfied ambitions, choose to defect, and even go so far as to slander the Emperor, insult the Emperor, and attempt to shake the order he has established."

Hearing this, a flash of icy killing intent flickered in Qin Feng's eyes.

"They deserve death!"

He almost instinctively uttered these two words, simple and direct, without a hint of hesitation.

Hearing Qin Feng's undisguised killing intent, Yu Han was first taken aback, then burst into loud laughter, filled with unrestrained delight.

"Hahaha! Well said!"

He gave Qin Feng's shoulder a heavy pat, his eyes full of approval.

"Indeed, they deserve death!"

(End of this chapter)