Chapter 231: Leader's Charisma! Six Major Galaxies Alliance! Tournament

Chapter 231: The Charisma of a Leader! The Six-Galaxy Alliance! The Competition Enters Its White-Hot Phase!

Fight!

When that final word, brimming with boundless battle intent, escaped Qin Feng's lips, the entire cosmic void seemed to freeze in that instant!

The next moment, two terrifying energies, accumulated to their peak, erupted with a thunderous roar!

Boom—!!!

The figures of Qin Feng and Caesar vanished from their spots simultaneously.

They transformed into two streaks of light, impossible to capture with the naked eye—one as black as eternal night, the other as radiant as holy dawn—and collided with a ferocity that even mental strength could barely track!

No probing, no circling.

From the very beginning, it was an all-out life-or-death struggle!

The thousand-layered [Indestructible Ancient Tower], which suppressed the ages, and the sky-covering, all-judging [Indestructible Holy Feather]—these two supreme projections, representing the pinnacle of stellar-level combat power in the great war zones, clashed in the most brutal collision, driven by sheer will!

The silver tower body and the golden wings ground against each other, each contact unleashing a terrifying energy storm capable of tearing planets apart.

Countless profound runes flickered on the tower's surface, attempting to grind down and suppress the holy feather;

Meanwhile, every single quill on the holy feather turned into an indestructible blade, madly cutting into the tower, trying to dismantle it completely!

The Star-Swallowing Spear and the Knight's Sacred Sword, these two divine weapons, clashed billions of times in an instant.

Each collision exploded a burst of annihilating light in the void, the devouring force at the spear's tip and the judgment law on the sword's edge canceling each other out, emitting terrifying shockwaves that could obliterate the souls of ordinary Boundless Sea martial artists.

This was not just a contest of mental strength and power, but an ultimate battle of blood and flesh!

From the start, their fight was a flurry of lethal moves!

Pfft!

Caesar's sacred sword traced a perfect arc, incredibly fast, instantly severing Qin Feng's left arm.

But before he could press his advantage, Qin Feng's iron fist, imbued with terrifying shredding force, slammed into his chest, blasting his magnificent golden armor and half his torso into a golden mist of blood!

Yet, such fatal injuries, enough to instantly kill any being below the stellar level, seemed like mere scratches to them.

The severed left arm, the moment it left his body, turned into the purest particles of life force, as if drawn by an invisible force, and in the next instant, a brand new, intact arm had already reformed!

The shattered half of his torso, within the golden blood mist, writhed and regenerated at a visible speed, restoring itself completely in a single breath!

Their vitality had reached an inconceivable level.

As long as their soul projections, imprinted deep within subspace, were not completely obliterated, for stellar-level powerhouses, their physical bodies were immortal and indestructible!

Even if their entire body was utterly annihilated, reduced to the most basic particles in the universe, they could rely on that mysterious connection with their subspace projection to achieve a hundred percent rebirth in the next instant!

Their battle shook heaven and earth, dimming the sun and moon.

The light from each collision was more dazzling than a supernova, casting the dark cosmic depths into alternating brightness and shadow.

But in truth, on the scale of the vast universe, the destruction they caused was as insignificant as an ant trying to shake a tree—utterly negligible.

Even the smallest stellar system had a diameter measured in light-years.

With their current power, just entering the stellar level, even if they unleashed their full might, the range of their destructive force could never reach such a scale.

As for legends of destroying entire galaxies, that was still far too early for powerhouses of their level.

What they could do now was merely explore and travel safely within the terrifying heat and gravity of a star.

From the stellar level to the legendary galactic level, capable of controlling the birth and death of galaxies, there was still an extremely long road ahead.

"Qin Feng, your killing techniques are quite impressive!"

After a fierce exchange, Caesar's figure retreated ten thousand miles. He wiped the blood from his mouth, his eyes not angry but filled with appreciation and excitement at finding a worthy opponent.

"Kill—!"

In response, Qin Feng launched an even more ferocious assault!

Thus, the battle entered its most brutal and prolonged stalemate.

...

Time slipped away quietly amidst their relentless bloodshed.

One year later.

When this astonishing duel had lasted a full year, this once-desolate outer star region had become packed with people.

Martial artists from the five galaxies 115-119, as well as the 99th galaxy, having learned the location of the duel, flocked from their respective star regions.

In the safe cosmic space far enough from the battlefield, they spontaneously formed two distinct camps, silently watching this peak battle that would decide the fate of them all.

At the center of the battlefield, the intensity of the fight had already surpassed the imagination of all onlookers.

Qin Feng and Caesar had exhausted everything they had learned.

They had pushed the killing techniques inherited from king-level powerhouses to their absolute limits.

Every move was lethal, every strike soul-rending; each attack was aimed at completely obliterating the other.

Their power armor had long since shattered into cosmic dust through countless collisions and regenerations.

Both were bare-chested, using their own bodies, as tough as divine metal, for the most bloody close combat.

"The unparalleled prodigy of the Ultramarines Chapter..."

"The unparalleled prodigy of the Blood Angels Chapter..."

"Is this the true power of a stellar-level? They are like gods and demons!"

"Too terrifying... Stellar-level beings are immortal and indestructible, and the two are evenly matched."

"Each has mastered their inherited king-level killing techniques to perfection. Fighting like this, it's hard to see a clear victor."

"Hmm, it seems the best outcome is a draw..."

"Qin Feng, hang in there! You must hold on!"

"Though they are immortal, the pain of each death is unbearable. The agony of severed limbs regenerating is the same regardless of one's realm."

"..."

This thrilling, bloody battle scene was clearly presented before every spectator.

Anyone could see how desperately the two in the battlefield were fighting.

Qin Feng and Caesar's minds had long been operating at overload, calculating billions of possible offensive and defensive moves in the blink of an eye.

Their killing techniques had been pushed to the maximum energy output; each attack poured out all their strength.

Their constantly breaking and reforming bodies had made them endure, over the past year, a soul-deep agony that surpassed billions of deaths for mortals.

For the martial artists of galaxies 115-119, Qin Feng was fighting for their future, risking his life for them!

For the martial artists of the 99th galaxy, Caesar was also shedding his last drop of blood to wash away their debts and shame!

Thus, the battle continued endlessly.

Both had long gone mad with fighting. The asteroid belt, tens of thousands of kilometers wide at the center of their battlefield, had been completely crushed by the shockwaves of their battle.

One of the Blood Angels Chapter's ultimate secret techniques—the "Black Rage"—Caesar seemed not to have used it.

"Hmm... Qin Feng has also managed to attain the initial stage of the Limitless War Legion's supreme nurturing technique, the 'Ten-Handed Art.'

In a protracted battle, Qin Feng's recovery speed and energy endurance are actually faster than Caesar's; without resorting to Black Rage, Caesar will find it hard to secure victory."

"The cost of Black Rage is too great."

"Such subtle advantages no longer hold much significance in a battle of this level.

Their 'Indestructible Tower' and 'Indestructible Sacred Feathers' are roughly equal in the intensity of their subspace projections, their physical strengths are nearly identical, and their killing technique realms are the same.

Moreover, stellar-level beings are inherently immortal and indestructible..."

Among the watching crowd, some seasoned experts began to offer rational analyses, but all ultimately reached a despairing conclusion—this battle might truly go on forever.

If they were forced to continue without a time limit, the two would have to fight until the end of time.

"Ah, if that's the case, once our human race ascends to the stellar level, wouldn't we truly be invincible?"

"Theoretically, yes. Once successfully promoted to the stellar level, within the territory of the human race, one becomes immortal and indestructible."

"Then couldn't our human race sweep through the myriad-race battlefield? No alien race could kill us?"

"Not so.

If we are within the territory of the human race, sheltered by the subspace paradise opened by the Emperor, even if our indestructible projection shatters, it can be infinitely reshaped within that paradise. Alien races simply cannot eradicate a stellar-level human from the root.

Even alien powerhouses at the king level cannot kill any stellar-level human within our territory."

"However, if we are on the myriad-race battlefield, beyond human territory, the situation changes.

When the body collapses, it can still regenerate infinitely.

But if the indestructible projection is heavily damaged or shattered in battle by a powerful enemy, since it has left the protection range of the subspace paradise, it cannot be directly reshaped—that would mean true fall..."

"I see..."

The crowd suddenly understood.

"So, if all of us contestants break through to the stellar level and become immortal and indestructible, how can this competition eliminate opponents?"

"Well, the competition's rules have clear provisions on this.

For a stellar-level powerhouse, although the indestructible projection can be infinitely reshaped and the body is immortal, as long as their indestructible projection is shattered once in battle, it counts as being 'killed' once, and they automatically enter a 'hunting period.'"

"But that would make battles between stellar-level beings too prolonged... Like Qin Feng and Caesar, they might fight for a hundred years without a decisive outcome."

"Exactly!

Now there are only about six hundred years left until the end of the competition.

How can those of us who later ascend to the stellar level still seize opportunities? Wouldn't all our time be wasted on these endless battles?"

"..."

The crowd buzzed with discussion.

All the martial artists, while observing this terrifying battle between Qin Feng and Caesar, couldn't help but deeply ponder the competition's rules.

...

The battle continued without end.

In this protracted, bloody struggle that tested the limits of will, Qin Feng's understanding of the stellar level as a new life stage grew deeper and clearer with each shattering and reconstruction of his body.

"So-called 'immortality and indestructibility' do not come without a cost."

In a brief moment when his body was severed at the waist by Caesar's holy sword and instantly regenerated, a flash of insight crossed Qin Feng's mind.

"Each time the body shatters, though it can be instantly reconstructed with powerful vitality and mental strength, the intense pain from the soul being torn apart and the spiritual agony are real and unavoidable."

"And the essence of the ability to be immortal and indestructible actually stems from the vast mental strength that has already formed the 'Indestructible Tower' and the massive reserves of spiritual energy accumulated within the body."

"This also precisely indicates that 'immortality and indestructibility' have their limits.

Based on my current total mental strength and spiritual energy reserves, if the body shatters and reconstructs continuously more than a hundred thousand times, the internal energy within me will be exhausted.

At that point, I must begin consuming resources stored in subspace units to replenish energy and continue reshaping the body."

"If even the resources are completely depleted... that would be true death."

While engaging in lightning-fast, intense offense and defense with Caesar, Qin Feng calmly analyzed in his mind.

"The indestructible projection is essentially the materialized manifestation of mental strength.

According to the records in the 'Canaan Scripture,' the path of stellar-level cultivation first requires expanding one's indestructible projection from its current height of a few light-years to the true scale of a galaxy—at least a terrifying size of a hundred thousand light-years—by continuously absorbing resources."

"After completing the expansion in scale, one must undergo infinite cycles of refinement and purification, hammering the entire galaxy-sized, originally silver-white indestructible projection through countless temperings until it becomes a dazzling pure gold."

"Ordinary mental strength is silver-white. To hammer it into pure gold, the difficulty is probably countless times greater than cultivating from a mortal to the stellar level."

Qin Feng's mind was clear.

In this brutal battle that could shatter any observer's spirit, he still managed to divert part of his mind to cultivate the 'Canaan Scripture.'

This terrifying ability to multitask had become as simple and natural as breathing for him, whose mental strength was already vast as an ocean.

Combining the detailed records in the 'Canaan Scripture' and the previous face-to-face explanations from Instructor Yu Han, the complete cultivation path from stellar level to galactic level was laid out before Qin Feng without reservation.

And his goal thus became extremely clear—to complete this seemingly unreachable path within the remaining six hundred years of competition time and successfully ascend to become a true galactic-level powerhouse!

This was the standard set by his master, the 'Swallowing Sky King,' when he accepted him as a disciple.

Through Qin Feng's precise calculations, if the next six hundred years went as smoothly as the previous four hundred, allowing him to obtain enough top-tier resources, this seemingly impossible goal might actually be achievable.

After all, any single resource point within the major war zone, if taken alone in the external cosmic environment, would be a top-tier 'opportunity' capable of changing a 'protagonist's' fate.

In this uniquely favorable environment, it might indeed be possible to achieve in a thousand years what ordinary geniuses could not accomplish in tens of thousands of years.

Having understood all this, Qin Feng's state of mind grew even more composed, while his attacks became increasingly ferocious and precise!

His figure and Caesar's, like two entangled neutron stars, constantly collided, separated, and collided again.

Each clash caused vast swaths of the asteroid belt spanning a million kilometers to annihilate.

Under this high-intensity practical training, Qin Feng's understanding and application of the core killing technique, the 'Swallowing Sky Fist Art,' were visibly and rapidly improving.

He was getting closer and closer to the legendary 'mastery' realm.

His mental strength had long grown from the 'cupful' amount when he first comprehended the 'Swallowing Sky Fist Art' to the towering 'Indestructible Tower' now several light-years high.

His thinking ability and divine sense calculation power had increased by countless billions of times compared to back then!

The 'Swallowing Sky Fist Art,' once complex and profound to him, had now become clear and transparent, with no secrets left.

Only a single trigger was needed for that final step.

And this life-and-death battle with Caesar was the best catalyst!

The battle, under everyone's watch, continued for a full eight years.

On a certain day of the eighth year, just as Qin Feng thrust the Star-Swallowing Spear once more with all his might, and the spear tip was about to touch Caesar's holy sword, a sudden enlightenment struck him. All his insights and accumulated experience at that moment completely merged and penetrated!

[Swallowing Sky Fist Art (Mastery)]

Wooom—!

The Star-Swallowing Spear in Qin Feng's hand suddenly became incredibly eerie!

The mental pressure, like a black hole, that had originally only adhered to the spear's shaft, at this instant seemed to break through some boundary and began to become real!

Around the pitch-black spear tip, light was distorted, space devoured—a tiny yet real gravitational point flickered and vanished atop his spear!

This was the mark of the "Heaven-Devouring Fist Technique" reaching the "Mastery" realm, signifying that this seventh-level killing art had already drawn infinitely close to the legendary eighth-level!

Between an eighth-level killing art and a seventh-level one lay a chasm as vast as heaven and earth.

Its hallmark, aside from requiring far more complex parallel computations of nearly ten million psychic-energy convergence modules per second, was a qualitative leap in the intensity of "psychic interference with reality"!

An eighth-level killing art could take the boundless psychic force already forged into an Indestructible Projection and, in a far more powerful manner, interfere with—even distort—the real world!

This formidable interference was also called—"Intent"!

Simply put, if a first-level killing art were named "Ninefold Thunder Blade," the so-called "Thunder Blade" was merely a metaphor, describing a blade speed so swift, its onslaught as violent as thunder.

But if an eighth-level killing art bore the same name, "Ninefold Thunder Blade," it was no longer a metaphor!

Instead, it could truly harness immense psychic force to interfere with the real universe, conjuring genuine thunder of far greater might!

With every slash of the blade, thousands of lightning bolts flashed, billions of electric sparks interwoven!

This "Intent," born from psychic force, could not only deliver devastating blows to an enemy's physical body but also pierce straight through defenses, inflicting grievous harm upon their spiritual origin and soul!

Each attack struck both flesh and spirit!

The instant Qin Feng's "Heaven-Devouring Fist Technique" broke through to the "Mastery" realm, the entire battlefield's situation underwent a cataclysmic reversal!

Every thrust of Qin Feng's spear carried a sliver of genuine devouring force, not only dimming the radiance of Caesar's Holy Sword but also making him feel as if his own spiritual origin was being ceaselessly pulled and torn by that eerie power!

He began to be suppressed on all fronts!

"Excellent! Qin Feng has broken through!"

"It's the Mastery realm! That power… is already infinitely close to the 'Intent' of an eighth-level killing art!"

"What's at the tip of Qin Feng's spear isn't a black hole, but a massive gravitational source, shaped by the Indestructible Tower's interference."

"…"

The watching martial artists from galaxies 115-119 erupted into a long-suppressed, earth-shaking cheer!

"Mastery realm!"

At the center of the battlefield, Caesar's golden pupils contracted sharply, and for the first time, his face revealed a look of profound gravity.

Yet instead of any fear, he burst into laughter, his laughter brimming with battle spirit.

"Qin Feng, as expected of you! But I won't fall far behind!"

"Holy Sword—!"

Caesar roared, driving his power to an unprecedented limit.

The killing art he cultivated was inherited from the supreme king-level powerhouse of his war band—the "King of Angels"—and its core technique was called the "Holy Sword"!

Under Qin Feng's storm-like assault, imbued with the "Intent of Devouring," Caesar struggled to hold on.

His body was torn apart with increasing frequency, and the radiance of his Indestructible Projection began to flicker unsteadily.

Yet, in this utterly suppressed desperate situation, he stubbornly endured for a full year!

Finally, in the ninth year of the duel, he too broke through his own limits, elevating that "Holy Sword" killing art to the "Mastery" realm!

Hum!

Upon the golden knight's Holy Sword, a sacred, pure "Sacred Flame" began to emanate, as if capable of judging all evil in the world!

The two once again became evenly matched!

"Caesar, our leader, is mighty!"

"Win it back! We must win it back!"

This time, it was the martial artists of Galaxy No. 99 who erupted into a thunderous, roaring cheer!

The battle continued fiercely for the final year.

At last, when the tenth year's time limit reached its last second, the two still could not decide a victor.

["Forced Duel Order" duration has ended]

[Duel result: Draw]

[Caesar's side draw condition and reward: Both parties survive at time limit. Reward: Erase all debts of martial artists from Galaxy No. -99.]

[Caesar's side reward has been issued]

[Qin Feng's side draw: No reward, no penalty]

When this line of prompts appeared simultaneously on everyone's jade tokens, the watching martial artists instantly burst into a torrent of heated discussion.

Yet, as the two blood-soaked figures of Qin Feng and Caesar slowly ceased their battle and retreated to their respective camps, all discussion fell silent in an instant.

What replaced it was absolute stillness and heartfelt respect.

For the martial artists of galaxies 115-119, Qin Feng had fought relentlessly for ten years, his physical body shattering and reforming countless times, enduring unimaginable pain.

In the end, Qin Feng's bloody battle ended in a draw, sparing them the punishment of defeat and successfully preserving their hard-won fruits of victory.

For the martial artists of Galaxy No. 99, Caesar had likewise used his own blood and will to wash away their enormous debt of 1B contribution points, a true savior.

At this moment, Qin Feng and Caesar, within their respective camps, had reached an unprecedented, unattainable pinnacle of prestige!

Qin Feng and Caesar slowly retracted their Indestructible Projections.

Separated by ten thousand miles, they stood silently facing each other, their gazes piercing through the void as if they could see the will deep within each other's souls.

The next moment, a psychic fluctuation filled with complex emotions emanated from Caesar's sea of consciousness and precisely transmitted to the depths of Qin Feng's heart.

"Qin Feng, this battle seems a draw, but in truth, I have lost."

Caesar's psychic fluctuation bore not a trace of hypocrisy, filled with candor.

He continued, "If you feel the same, then the command of the alliance from now on can be entirely entrusted to you."

Though still harboring reluctance, Caesar knew clearly that he had lost.

Outsiders might not see it, but he himself understood in his heart.

In the year after Qin Feng first broke through to the "Mastery" realm, Qin Feng's attacks, though ferocious, always left a margin.

If Qin Feng had truly sought to annihilate him, using that terrifying assault imbued with the "Intent of Devouring" to endlessly slay him without pause, solely for eradication, then he would never have lasted until the moment of his breakthrough. But Qin Feng did not.

Instead, he seemed to be feeding him moves in an extreme manner.

Driving him again and again into life-and-death desperation, using that terrifying pressure to forcibly stimulate all his potential.

Thus, he was able to complete his breakthrough in such a short time, elevating his killing art to the "Mastery" realm.

This breadth of mind and magnanimity had already transcended victory and defeat itself.

Facing Caesar's frankness, Qin Feng slowly shook his head and likewise responded with psychic force:

"Caesar, each has their own expertise. There is no need for us to force an absolute, singular command."

"After all, from beginning to end, our core goal has been the same—to seize as many resources as possible within this resource-rich war zone, to maximize our own cultivation before the competition ends, without wasting a single precious moment."

Qin Feng's tone was equally sincere: "To be honest, I have no understanding of politics, military affairs, or such fields.

I am a pure martial artist."

"On the contrary, it is you who have managed to unite the scattered 99th Galaxy, which clearly demonstrates your depth of knowledge in this regard.

Therefore, I believe we can adopt a mutual consultation approach to make decisions together.

After all, our core interests are completely aligned."

"..."

Hearing Qin Feng's unexpected response, Caesar was visibly taken aback.

A flicker of complex, unreadable light passed through his golden pupils.

He had assumed that, given Qin Feng's assertiveness, he would unhesitatingly seize the alliance's leadership.

Yet, he never expected the other to so candidly admit his own shortcomings.

"Qin Feng, that may be true. But if, in future decisions, we encounter irreconcilable differences, what then?"

Caesar pressed further.

At this, Qin Feng smiled freely, his spiritual energy radiating trust and magnanimity: "Simple.

I fully trust your 'knowledge.'

If disagreements arise in areas I am not adept in—such as politics, military strategy, or command—I can defer entirely to your advice."

"Ha ha ha ha—"

Caesar was momentarily stunned, then burst into uncontrollable laughter.

"Qin Feng, Qin Feng! You possess more of a leader's charisma than I imagined.

Though I hate to admit it, your words do give me the impression that you're treating me as one of your commanders."

"I am merely acknowledging my own limitations," Qin Feng replied calmly, denying the implication.

"Heh, a great leader need not be all-powerful, but he must possess a personal magnetism that makes his followers willingly submit."

Caesar's laughter faded, his golden pupils shimmering with a strange light as he fixed his gaze on Qin Feng, speaking in a serious tone,

"You have truly moved me.

I am willing to serve as your advisor and commander for the remainder of the grand arena competition."

This proud, unparalleled genius—who, not long ago, had sought to contend with Qin Feng for the alliance's leadership—now, with a hint of tsundere pride, refused to propose an equal partnership or joint deliberation. Instead, he volunteered to act as Qin Feng's "subordinate."

This sudden shift left even Qin Feng astonished.

Caesar's flawless face, framed by golden hair that drifted faintly in the void, revealed eyes so deep they seemed to "pull threads."

This abrupt, brotherly gaze startled Qin Feng, who instinctively stepped back several paces.

"..."

Seeing this, Caesar coughed awkwardly, his expression instantly turning grave and solemn.

He stepped forward, passing Qin Feng, and stood alone before the assembled warriors of the six galaxies.

Scanning the millions of gazes below—some awed, some doubtful—his voice, amplified by spiritual energy, rang out like a great bell, clear in every warrior's mind.

"Everyone!"

"In the previous 'Betting Decree,' Qin Feng staged a comeback, advancing to the Stellar level ahead of me.

"In the just-concluded decade-long deathmatch, he surpassed me again, breaking through to the 'Mastery' stage of the King's inheritance killing technique.

"For this, I, Caesar, concede willingly!"

"Competition for opportunities has always been about individual means—there's nothing more to say.

In the century-long conflict before us, neither side has resorted to truly vile or despicable tactics.

On this battlefield of gathered geniuses, I believe we should honor each other as heroes, bound by mutual respect!"

"The intensity and time required for battles among Stellar-level warriors, you have all witnessed firsthand.

If we do not wish to waste the remaining precious six hundred years on meaningless internal strife and resource-grabbing, then we must form an alliance!

After a century of bloody combat, I believe everyone has fully recognized each other's strength!"

At these words, all the warriors present—whether from the five galaxies or the 99th Galaxy—fell into contemplative silence.

Caesar's words struck a chord in everyone's hearts.

Indeed, it was true.

They had fought a bloody war with their opponents for a hundred years.

In the final, most brutal period, both sides had even formed "hunting period" suicide squads, willing to sacrifice themselves to create opportunities for their comrades.

To claim that, amidst such blood and fire, there was not a shred of respect or admiration for the enemy would be an outright lie.

"Caesar!"

At that moment, a warrior from the original 118th Galaxy stepped forward and demanded, "Someone from your 99th Galaxy used a despicable competition item that could lock respawn points—utterly vile! What do you have to say about that?!"

"Those two, Yan Hu and Yu Hai, have already been eliminated by Qin Feng himself," Caesar replied, succinct and forceful.

Hearing this, the questioning warrior was momentarily speechless.

He opened his mouth, then silently retreated back into the crowd, saying no more.

Caesar continued:

"Qin Feng and I are likely the first two warriors in the entire grand arena to break through to the Stellar level.

"This head start is immense—enough to change the entire course of the war!

"Therefore, I propose here and now! The original 99th Galaxy and the five galaxies from 115 to 119 shall formally unite!

"From now on, we shall be called the 'Six-Galaxy Alliance!'

"Within the alliance, there is no hierarchy—only one shared goal: to conquer all other galaxies and plunder their resources!

"Once the snowball starts rolling, the resources of other galaxies will be more than enough for all of us!

"At that time, all spoils will be distributed under the unified command of Qin Feng and myself.

"At the very least, we two are now Stellar-level and will not covet the resources you need for your current cultivation.

"What say you all?!"

Caesar's speech was highly provocative.

Everyone fell into a brief silence, rapidly calculating the pros and cons in their minds.

Soon, they all reached the same conclusion.

For them, this was truly a win-win with no downsides!

If they did not conquer other galaxies, uniting would indeed be pointless.

But if they truly united to conquer other galaxies and plunder vast resources... the mere thought of it was enough to stir the blood!

At that point, with resources beyond measure, where would conflict arise?

And indeed, as Caesar had said, Qin Feng and he, as the first two stellar-level powerhouses to break through in the current war zone, were at this moment an invincible combination!

As for the century of slaughter that came before... to be honest, everyone had been fighting for resources.

Those who truly resorted to underhanded tricks had already been weeded out.

This kind of upright battle inspired more admiration than hatred.

Soon, the assembled martial artists expressed their agreement one after another.

And in the private domain channels of the six galaxies, the opinion poll initiated on this matter received nearly unanimous approval.

Immediately after, under the joint operation of the high-level leaders from both sides, the private domain channels representing the five galaxies 115-119 and the 99th galaxy formally merged into a brand new, far larger private network.

The galaxy barrier that had stood between them for over a century was thus completely abolished.

Qin Feng stepped forward, facing all the martial artists who had now become "allies," and said in a deep voice:

"Since we have formed an alliance, there must be some rules."

"There is only one rule: among alliance members, absolutely no fighting over resources for any reason!

All spoils must be subject to unified distribution.

On this point, Caesar and I can guarantee that we have absolutely no selfish motives."

Having said this, Qin Feng paused.

Because he knew that simply claiming to have no selfish motives would not be believed by anyone; it would only invite mockery and suspicion.

Qin Feng continued:

"Consider this: the stellar-level resources of a single galaxy are indeed limited, and everyone has to compete for them in order to advance.

But what if... we could successfully conquer dozens of galaxies? Hundreds of galaxies?

By then, all of us will have more resources than we can ever use!

You all need not worry about any issues of uneven distribution!"

—

With the establishment of the "Six-Galaxy Alliance," the cosmic void that had witnessed a decade of bloody war finally welcomed a long-lost peace.

Millions of martial artists, who had just been mortal enemies, now looked at each other with complex expressions, while simultaneously turning their gazes—mixed with awe and conviction—toward the two figures at the front of their respective camps.

The hatred and opposition that had weighed on their hearts for over a century seemed to become less important in the face of absolute interests and a grander goal.

The martial artists no longer lingered; they transformed into streaks of light, teleporting through subspace back to their temporary strongholds to lick their wounds and recover their strength.

At the same time, they quietly awaited the coming thunderstorm that would change the entire war zone's landscape.

Soon, this starfield returned to its former silence.

Qin Feng and Caesar exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of relief in each other's eyes.

Without a word, they moved in tacit understanding and simultaneously vanished from their spot.

When they reappeared, they had arrived on a planet brimming with life.

This planet was a backup resource point of the former 117th galaxy, with beautiful mountains and rivers, lush greenery, babbling brooks flowing through the valleys, and fresh air filled with the fragrance of soil and vegetation.

Compared to the cold, dead, and murderous cosmic vacuum, this place was like paradise.

The two stood side by side atop a towering peak, overlooking the rolling clouds and magnificent landscapes below.

After a long silence, Caesar was the first to speak, breaking the tranquility.

"Qin Feng, what do you think of the alliance we've just formed?"

He turned his head.

"Fragile."

Qin Feng's answer was simple, direct, and to the point.

He gazed at the distant horizon and said in a steady voice: "This so-called alliance is nothing more than a temporary product, pieced together by you and me relying on the personal prestige we've accumulated from the recent battle, and by promising the heavy gains of conquering the outside and plundering resources.

Its foundation is not solid."

"If we cannot open up a situation in a very short time, successfully plunder resources from other galaxies, and let everyone see tangible benefits...

then this seemingly powerful alliance will soon collapse."

"Exactly."

Caesar's gaze also drifted into the distance.

He nodded and said with some emotion: "A group of martial artists without a common faith cannot walk side by side forever.

In the vast depths of this universe, the Imperial Star Warriors serve on the brutal battlefields of myriad races for a thousand years, ten thousand years, even a hundred thousand years, fighting for the survival of humanity...

What sustains them is never temporary gain, but the faith long branded into the depths of their souls..."

"Those with weak faith have all rebelled."

Qin Feng shrugged, cutting off Caesar's reflection with an extremely realistic remark.

"Hmm."

Caesar nodded noncommittally, withdrew his thoughts, and asked: "So, Qin Feng, what do you plan to do?

Do you have a specific plan for the next steps?

If you don't have any ideas yet, I can first propose a preliminary plan."

"I have some thoughts."

Qin Feng did not modestly decline; he began to lay out his strategic vision in an organized manner.

"First, we should establish several core fundamental points.

One: a distribution system. We can immediately introduce a system similar to merit and contribution exchange.

All spoils are pooled into a common storehouse, and members can openly and transparently exchange for the resources they need in the alliance's private domain channel based on their battle merits and contributions.

Fair distribution of interests is the absolute foundation for maintaining this alliance."

"Two: we should quickly determine a target galaxy to attack.

The choice of this target cannot be blind.

We can analyze the 'hunting period' coordinates of eliminated martial artists, combined with the official competition scoreboard, to make a preliminary ranking of the strength levels of all galaxies around us, and select the weakest one as our first strike target."

"Three: pay attention to hidden competition items.

In this regard, I may need to rely more on you. Frankly, I am not very clear about the rules of these various competition items."

"Four: the subsequent handling of galaxies we successfully conquer.

My suggestion is to thoroughly eliminate all martial artists within them as much as possible.

The resources of peripheral galaxies are limited; we cannot station troops to guard them.

If our strength can achieve absolute crushing dominance, we should strive to complete a 'clean sweep' of the entire galaxy, eliminating all martial artists."

"Five: the rapid acquisition of resources within the galaxy after a successful conquest.

We need to prepare in advance for this: at the first moment after the battle ends, quickly survey the entire galaxy, then construct a complete map of resource points, and establish an efficient distribution and collection system."

With the current strength of our mental energy, we are more than capable of diverting a portion of our focus to construct and maintain such a private domain system.

Listening as Qin Feng laid out these five points in a tightly interlinked, logically clear strategic plan,

the expression on Caesar's face shifted from initial calm to a hint of surprise, finally settling into a genuine smile of appreciation.

“Mm, these five points you mentioned are correct, very correct.”

Caesar nodded with a smile, not stinting on his praise: “I knew you weren’t just a fool who only knows brute force.”

As he spoke, he raised his hand and lightly tapped his personal terminal.

A complex and vast three-dimensional star map instantly projected before the two of them.

On this star map, the macroscopic structure of the entire war zone—fully ten thousand galaxies—was clearly marked.

And around the area where they were located, there were many moving red dots flickering with different lights.

“This is a distribution map of the surrounding star region’s forces, drawn for me by a warrior under my command. He recently voluntarily entered the ‘Hunting Period’ and used the brief full-map vision after rebirth.”

Caesar pointed at the star map and explained, “Combined with the official points ranking, we can clearly see that around us, the weakest at present is this Galaxy 120.

According to intelligence, the strongest within their galaxy has only just advanced to the Boundless Sea…”

His finger lightly traced across the star map, outlining a clear attack route.

“Moreover, look, these eleven galaxies from 120 to 130 are geographically connected, and their overall strength is not very high.

They are very suitable as our first targets.

Once we swallow them all, we can completely connect the stronghold of the six galaxies with this newly occupied area, forming a stable, enormous strategic depth that allows both offense and defense…”

“As for the hidden tournament items you mentioned, that really is up to fate.”

Caesar’s tone carried a hint of helplessness, “With luck, you might find one just passing by a meteor.

Without luck, even turning the entire galaxy upside down, you might not find it.

Although the rules say each galaxy has one hidden item, they are not within the normal detection range of the identity jade token.”

Qin Feng’s gaze fell upon the star region marked by Caesar as the ‘soft target,’ a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.

“Mm, then let’s start with Galaxy 120!”

“In one go, swallow all eleven of these galaxies.”

“These resources are enough to stabilize the alliance internally. They are also enough for us to take a further step at the stellar level.”

(End of this chapter)