Chapter 233: Qin Feng Caesar Alliance, A Hundred Years Pass in a Flash!

Chapter 233: The Qin Feng-Caesar Alliance, a Century Passes in the Blink of an Eye! Qin Feng Strikes! The Eighth-Level Killing Art Reaches Minor Mastery!

In the ten years that followed, Qin Feng’s figure shuttled among those nineteen high-level stellar resource points that had just been incorporated into the alliance’s territory.

Each resource point represented an unknown star domain, imbued with unique laws.

Some were a “Sea of Thunderstorms” suspended in the void, condensed from pure lightning laws;

Others were a “White Dwarf Heart,” a star in its death throes, its core collapsing and emitting pure gravitational waves.

There were also resources from the Zerg, the Greenskins, and even from the Mechanical Race and Star Beasts.

Relying on his formidable strength, now far beyond what it once was, Qin Feng explored each of these top-tier resource points—places that planetary-level martial artists would need centuries or even millennia to fully survey.

He plundered all the core resources that could be carried away, amassing a bounty rich enough to drive any newly ascended stellar-level powerhouse to madness.

After finishing the exploration of all nineteen high-level stellar resource points under his control, Qin Feng’s figure once again returned to that frozen planet he had long regarded as his “training dojo,” and entered the deepest part of the ice cavern.

He sat cross-legged and began a long, profound seclusion, fully digesting the immense gains of the past decade.

At the same time, Qin Feng still diverted a sliver of his mental power—so faint as to be nearly imperceptible—like an invisible spiderweb, through the subspace private network, constantly monitoring the cultivation progress of the billions of martial artists under the alliance.

He understood well that an alliance forged by force of interest and prestige was fragile within.

In a time of peace without the pressure of external war, all kinds of problems could easily arise.

He had to ensure that during his seclusion, the entire alliance’s operations would not suffer any misstep that could shake its foundations.

Time passed swiftly amid this monotonous yet fulfilling cultivation.

Qin Feng was completely immersed in the thrill of rapidly advancing strength.

Like a massive vortex, he madly absorbed the vast quantities of high-level resources stored in the subspace units.

Then, through the increasingly refined *Tenfold Hand*, he refined and purified these chaotic and immense energies with near-perfect efficiency, ultimately transforming them all into the purest nourishment for constructing his own [Indestructible Tower].

Thus, in his sea of consciousness, that towering edifice representing the foundation of his martial path grew visibly taller, broader, and more solid with each passing moment.

A hundred years flashed by in an instant.

When the seclusion period ended, Qin Feng slowly opened his eyes, concluding this lengthy cultivation.

[Tenfold Hand (Beginner)]

[Proficiency: 8/100]

“The proficiency of the *Tenfold Hand* has increased by another seven points.

As proficiency grows, my application of this supreme nurturing art becomes more adept, and my understanding deepens continuously.”

Qin Feng murmured to himself.

“As for my [Indestructible Tower]… its height has successfully reached ten thousand light-years.”

Yet, as he examined his progress in cultivation, Qin Feng’s brow involuntarily furrowed slightly.

“A full hundred years, consuming the core output of nineteen high-level stellar resource points, only to build the tower’s height to ten thousand light-years.

This pace is indeed somewhat slow.”

“If this continues, I will need at least another thousand years to build the tower’s height to one hundred thousand light-years, reaching the minimum standard for the galactic level.”

“Not to mention that afterward, I will need even more time to repeatedly temper it until it finally turns pure gold.”

Qin Feng once again felt immense pressure.

After all, his master, the “Swallowing Heaven King,” had set the standard for him: by the end of the competition, not only must he break into the top hundred of the war zone, but he must also elevate his cultivation to the galactic level!

And from the current situation, these two goals were almost equivalent—to secure a final top-hundred spot, one would at least need genuine galactic-level strength!

However, this was not a dead end.

“As the competition progresses, according to the rules, more and higher-energy-level top-tier resource points will appear in the war zone.

Even the legendary ‘galactic-level’ resources will begin to emerge.

By then, my strength growth rate will inevitably experience another explosive surge.”

“If everything goes smoothly, finishing with galactic-level cultivation before the competition ends is still hopeful.”

Qin Feng stood up, silently calculating the time in his mind.

So far, five hundred and ten years had passed since the competition began.

Originally, he and Caesar had agreed to a hundred years of seclusion and rest.

But he had spent a full ten years just collecting resources from those nineteen high-level stellar resource points.

Then another hundred years digesting those resources.

In total, it had taken one hundred and ten years.

“Hmm?”

Just as he was about to contact Caesar to discuss the next move, he habitually opened the subspace private forum and glanced at the system information on his identity jade token.

This glance revealed some unexpected, major changes.

On his identity jade token, a new system announcement from the competition officials had appeared.

[The overall competition progress has passed the halfway point; the number of higher-level resource sites will increase significantly!]

[All barriers between star systems will be completely removed from this moment onward!]

[The “War Zone Public Forum” is now open!]

[The passive search range of the identity jade token will be expanded to a radius of 1000 light-years from this moment onward!]

Qin Feng immediately shifted his attention to his private forum interface.

He found that, besides the original private channel belonging only to their “Six-Star System Alliance,” a new public forum had now appeared.

This forum was called the “War Zone Public Forum.”

He clicked in and saw that it was already buzzing with activity; countless posts were refreshing at a dizzying speed.

[Important Notice! The competition has officially entered its white-hot phase!]

[According to incomplete statistics, as of now, over a hundred stellar-level martial artists have emerged across the war zone! Their strength is formidable; in the final battle, they are nearly immortal and indestructible!]

[Alert! The resources of a single star system are no longer sufficient for stellar-level cultivation! Any stellar-level martial artist must wage external conquests and command the vast resources of multiple star systems to continue advancing!]

[The era of the “Star System Alliance” has arrived!]

[Shocking! According to an insider, somewhere in the war zone, a super alliance ruling over more than a dozen star systems has already appeared! And it is said they accomplished this feat a century ago!]

[Official News! The frequency and total output of resources in all star domains are constantly increasing! Now, the average resource output per star system has nearly doubled compared to the start of the competition! But for stellar-level powerhouses, one star system’s resources are still insufficient!]

[...]

One explosive post after another flashed before Qin Feng’s eyes.

Through these posts, Qin Feng gained a rough understanding of the upheavals across the entire war zone over the past hundred-plus years.

Five hundred years—this halfway point of the total competition duration—had indeed triggered a drastic change in the competition’s rules.

The official announcement directly declared that the entire competition had officially entered its most intense phase.

At the same time, stellar-level martial artists had sprung up like bamboo shoots after rain, appearing in the hundreds!

The intensity of competition across the entire war zone had risen by more than one level!

Of course, many were newly promoted stellar-level martial artists; compared to Qin Feng, the gap in strength was as vast as the distance between heaven and earth.

Qin Feng glanced again at the alliance’s resource repository.

He noticed that during his seclusion, Caesar had not been idle.

For the newly emerging resource points within the dozen or so star systems they ruled, Caesar had already assigned unified numbers and arrangements, incorporating them into the battle merit exchange system.

This new emergence was truly new—unlike before, when jade tokens opened detection permissions; these resources had genuinely been dropped in out of nowhere.

Qin Feng also observed that the battle merit accounts of alliance members were essentially depleted.

Clearly, a hundred years of peaceful development had left everyone “strapped for cash,” urgently needing a new war to replenish their “wallets.”

Just then, a message from Caesar popped up.

“Qin Feng, have you emerged from seclusion?”

“I’ve just come out.”

Qin Feng replied immediately.

“Good.”

Caesar’s message came again quickly, “That reward from your ‘wager order,’ the top-tier stellar-level resource point—you’d better go check it out now.

If it’s a one-time critical resource that can provide a massive immediate boost in combat power, then continue your seclusion and don’t waste time.

For the upcoming external campaigns, I’ll lead the team alone for now.”

“But if it’s a sustainable resource point that can provide long-term stable returns, then we must launch a new campaign immediately.

Everyone’s battle merits in the alliance are basically exhausted; we need a new victory to boost morale.”

“Alright, I understand.

I’ll go check it out first.”

Qin Feng glanced at the specially marked coordinates in his identity jade token representing the top-tier stellar-level resource point, directly activated subspace teleportation, and his figure vanished from the ice cavern in an instant.

As the light of subspace teleportation faded, Qin Feng’s figure appeared in the unknown region indicated by the identity jade token’s coordinates.

The sight before him made him pause slightly.

Here, there was no cosmic wonder brimming with vast energy as he had imagined, nor any trace of heavenly treasures.

What met his eyes was a vast and lifeless void.

Within this void stood countless ancient stone tablets, tens of thousands of feet tall, carved from unknown black rock.

These tablets, dense and numerous, formed a vast “forest of stone tablets.”

Each tablet bore intricate patterns, profound and filled with the true essence of the Dao, exuding an ancient and powerful aura.

This was actually a forest of inheritance tablets!

Qin Feng’s spiritual power, like an invisible tide, swept across the entire forest in an instant.

He quickly confirmed that no remnants of high-level beings’ thoughts or wills remained here; these tablets were the purest, most ordinary carriers of inheritance.

And on each inheritance tablet, the name of the inheritance it bore was clearly marked—every single one, without exception, represented a complete, genuine eighth-level killing technique!

Qin Feng understood that when a martial artist’s cultivation reached the stellar level, the method of inheriting killing techniques would fundamentally change.

Seventh-level and below killing techniques, due to their relatively simple structure, could still be learned and transmitted through data streams.

But eighth-level killing techniques, because they already involved the “interference of spiritual power with reality” at the level of “intent,” were far too complex and profound for data streams to carry.

Therefore, eighth-level and above killing techniques were generally passed down in the form of these inheritance tablets, where the creator used powerful spiritual power to directly inscribe all their insights and essence onto the tablet for later generations to comprehend.

Even when purchased from the Imperial Trade Exchange, it was still a sealed inheritance tablet, directly transmitted to the buyer’s subspace storage unit.

“In the war zone, to break through to the stellar level, all contestants’ contribution points must have been nearly exhausted by now.”

Qin Feng thought to himself.

“So that means, although these hundred or so newly promoted stellar-level martial artists have reached the realm, none of them have yet mastered any eighth-level killing technique.”

“Thus, if I can be the first to master an eighth-level killing technique here, I can gain an overwhelming advantage, like a dimensionality reduction strike, over other stellar-level martial artists in the coming battles!”

“This forest of inheritance tablets, for me at this stage and for the entire alliance, is invaluable beyond measure—more precious than any resource point!”

Qin Feng’s eyes instantly lit up with brilliance.

He had never expected that the final reward from this “wager order” would be a killing technique inheritance so perfectly suited to his current needs, capable of changing the course of battle!

Without any further hesitation, he moved and began to carefully select among the vast forest of tablets.

After thoroughly browsing dozens of tablets, Qin Feng’s gaze finally settled on one named “The Vast Mountain Range.”

This eighth-level killing technique was also based on fist techniques.

But it could easily evolve into any weapon according to the user’s habits.

The core concept of its moves was grand and sweeping, using raw power to overcome finesse.

It pushed one’s strength and spiritual power to the extreme.

And when cultivated to a profound level, the “mountain intent” it could condense would use powerful spiritual power to directly interfere with reality, forming a phantom of an ancient divine mountain capable of suppressing stars to crush enemies!

Although among the many eighth-level killing techniques, “The Vast Mountain Range” was only the most ordinary and common,

for Qin Feng at this moment, it was undoubtedly the best choice.

“Caesar.”

After making his decision, Qin Feng immediately contacted Caesar through the subspace network, who was on the other side organizing the army and preparing for an expedition.

He briefly informed the other of the situation: “The top-tier stellar-level resource site from the ‘wager order’ has been found. It’s a forest of inheritance tablets for eighth-level killing techniques, with about three to five hundred tablets.”

“Oh? Eighth-level killing technique inheritance?”

Caesar’s message came back quickly, with a hint of obvious surprise: “Excellent!

Now, the newly promoted stellar-level martial artists in the war zone have no suitable killing techniques to use, and their contribution points are long spent—they can’t afford any.

If you can be the first to learn an eighth-level killing technique here, it will be an unexpected and powerful trump card for our entire alliance!”

“What about you? Do you have any?”

Qin Feng asked casually.

“Me?”

Caesar’s reply carried a natural pride, “I had already prepared all the killing techniques I’d need for the stellar level and even the galactic level before entering the competition.”

“Alright, you’re still the one with foresight.”

Qin Feng was a bit speechless, then said, “In that case, I’ll stay here to comprehend the killing technique.

For now, you lead the team on the external campaign.

Once I’ve mastered this technique to a basic level, I’ll come join you immediately.”

"Very well. Then issue an announcement here.

State directly that this is the inheritance ground of the Eighth-Level Killing Art, and only the stellar-level martial artists from our original 115-119 galaxies are qualified to enter.

In this way, it will both reflect the ownership of the reward and avoid causing too much strife within our alliance."

"Understood."

After a brief exchange with Caesar, Qin Feng sent a short announcement in the private channel of the "Six-Galaxy Alliance."

In the announcement, he made it clear that the top-tier stellar-level resource site won through the "Betting Decree" contained, within its depths, the inheritance of the Eighth-Level Killing Art.

Moreover, according to the rules, only martial artists from the original 115-119 galaxies, after advancing to the stellar level in the future, would be eligible to come here on their own and comprehend the killing art within.

Once this announcement was released, it immediately stirred a minor commotion within the alliance.

But soon, Caesar published the long-prepared combat information for the formal external campaign.

Instantly, everyone's attention was completely drawn to the impending war and the vast rewards of battle merits.

The crowd was fervent, their battle intent surging like a tide.

During the past one hundred and ten years of peaceful development, the overall strength of the Six-Galaxy Alliance had already risen by more than one tier.

Among them, top prodigies like Cang and Timur had already approached the stellar level infinitely; the construction of their undying projections had reached over ninety percent, leaving only the final step.

Within the alliance, the number of Boundless Sea-level experts had skyrocketed like a geyser, surging to an astonishing ten million!

All remaining members had also reached the River Realm level.

The Lake Realm martial artists, once the backbone, had completely vanished from the alliance.

After posting the announcement, Qin Feng paid no further heed to external disputes.

He approached the inheritance stele inscribed with "The Vast Mountain Range," sat cross-legged, released his spiritual energy, and began to comprehend the inheritance within the stele.

...

A year later.

When Qin Feng opened his eyes again, his entire aura had undergone a transformative change.

He slowly raised his hand, and behind him, the towering ancient tower projection, reaching ten thousand light-years, manifested with a thunderous roar.

As he slowly threw a punch, a heavy, vast, and terrifying "Mountain Range Intent," as if capable of suppressing the eternal heavens, coalesced at his fist!

In just one year, he had fully comprehended this Eighth-Level Killing Art—which for other stellar-level experts might take decades to master—and successfully reached the entry level!

Combined with his ancient tower projection, already ten thousand light-years tall and far surpassing ordinary newly ascended stellar-level martial artists, the power of his casual strike was now more than ten times greater than a year ago.

The difference between having and lacking a killing art was as vast as heaven and earth!

"Caesar, how goes the battle? I've mastered it."

Qin Feng immediately contacted Caesar, who was commanding the front lines.

"Such speed in mastering it!"

Caesar's reply was filled with awe. "Hurry to Galaxy 134! We've already taken Galaxies 131 through 133!"

"Three galaxies conquered within a year?!"

This time, it was Qin Feng's turn to be astonished.

"Indeed!"

Caesar's tone was exuberant. "In the past one hundred and ten years, the martial artists of our Six-Galaxy Alliance have grown immensely!"

"..."

Upon learning of the astonishing frontline achievements, Qin Feng wasted no time.

He immediately locked onto the coordinates of Galaxy 134, activated subspace transmission, and descended directly onto that brutal battlefield, ablaze with gunfire.

With the arrival of Qin Feng—a genuine top-tier stellar-level expert who had mastered the Eighth-Level Killing Art—the already one-sided battle instantly turned into a complete, unquestionable massacre.

He did not vie with Caesar for the newly ascended, still-fledgling stellar-level opponents in the enemy galaxies.

Instead, he precisely targeted the vast numbers of Boundless Sea-level martial artists, who still played a pivotal role on the battlefield.

Like a tiger among sheep, each of his strikes was accompanied by that crushing, vast "Mountain Range Intent," capable of suppressing stars.

Before that terrifying Eighth-Level Killing Art, these Boundless Sea experts, who normally dominated their regions, were as fragile as paper.

Often, with a single punch, hundreds or thousands of enemies, along with their undying projections, were crushed by the invisible ancient divine mountain projection into the most basic particles of the universe.

Qin Feng had two main purposes for this.

First, to rapidly accumulate personal points.

Second, to plunder the unspent resources from these Boundless Sea martial artists.

Though the resources on a single Boundless Sea expert might seem negligible to Qin Feng now, when the base expanded to tens of millions or even hundreds of millions, the accumulated wealth became a considerable sum.

Most importantly, his presence greatly alleviated the pressure on the alliance's main forces, accelerating the entire process of conquering galaxies.

Thus, an unprecedented blitzkrieg, sweeping across dozens of galaxies, officially began.

Several stellar-level martial artists fled at the news, directly abandoning their own galaxies' martial artists, while those below the stellar level could only be eliminated.

...

In the blink of an eye, another fifty years passed.

During these fifty years, the war machine of the Six-Galaxy Alliance operated at a nearly frenzied pace.

Starting from Galaxy 120, all the way to Galaxy 150, and then from Galaxy 115 to Galaxy 99, a total of fifty-one galaxies had fallen under the iron heel of Qin Feng and Caesar.

Hundreds of billions of martial artists were mercilessly eliminated in this brutal war, aimed at "clearing the field."

When the last vestiges of resistance in Galaxy 150 were completely annihilated, Qin Feng and Caesar met once again on a barren planet.

Together, they would tally the final gains of this campaign.

"According to the latest statistics, now that the competition is halfway through, the number of resource points refreshed in each galaxy under our control has doubled.

On average, each galaxy has about a hundred ordinary stellar-level resource points and about ten advanced stellar-level resource points.

As for top-tier stellar-level resource sites, there is still only one—the reward from that 'Betting Decree.'

And the legendary galaxy-level resources have yet to appear."

"Based on my calculations, if we want to raise our cultivation from the current early stellar level to the minimum standard of the galaxy level,

each of us would need to absorb the equivalent of all the top-tier resources produced by about a hundred galaxies."

"That means, just for the two of us, we need the vast resources of two hundred galaxies.

And as the martial artists under our command gradually advance to the stellar level in the future, the required resources will continue to multiply..."

Caesar's tone carried a hint of gravity.

Qin Feng silently calculated in his mind and found that Caesar's conclusion matched his own deductions.

According to the intelligence he had obtained from the Devouring King, in previous editions of the Cosmic Genius Tournament, the top hundred finalists had all reached the galaxy level.

In this competition zone, there were a total of ten thousand participating galaxies.

Calculated this way, on average, only one victor could emerge from every hundred galaxies.

To stand out from these ten thousand galaxies, each individual must absorb the equivalent of a hundred galaxies' worth of top-tier resources.

This deduction is entirely valid.

“Mm, we have now successfully conquered over fifty galaxies.”

Qin Feng gazed at the vast star map already covered with the alliance’s banners, and said in a deep voice: “It’s time to pause.

We need to conduct another deep digestion of resources.

Moreover, in the ‘Grand Battle Zone Public Forum,’ our Six-Galaxy Alliance has already made the list.”

During these fifty years of frenzied conquest, wherever Qin Feng and Caesar went, they were invincible.

Their two invincible stellar-level combat powers, like two indestructible blades, easily tore apart the resistance of one galaxy after another.

As of today, the “Six-Galaxy Alliance,” controlling a vast territory of over fifty galaxies, has undeniably become the number one super behemoth in the entire Grand Battle Zone.

Absolute terror, enough to make any opponent tremble with fear.

“Mm, I think so too.”

Caesar nodded in agreement, “I estimate that after this round of resource digestion, our alliance will gain at least a dozen or even dozens of newly promoted stellar-level warriors.

By then, to meet their subsequent cultivation needs, the number of galaxies we need to conquer will only increase.

Otherwise, resources will once again become insufficient for distribution.”

His eyes flickered with blazing ambition, his tone full of confidence.

“But that doesn’t matter either.

My goal is to have our alliance completely sweep the top ten of the final rankings in this Grand Battle Zone!”

“Alright, then let’s issue the announcement. This time, we’ll rest for a hundred years again?”

Qin Feng asked.

“Mm, a hundred years should be about right.”

Caesar’s expression turned serious, “Now, exactly five hundred and sixty years have passed since the competition began.

In another hundred years, we will truly enter the final chaotic free-for-all period.

By then, there won’t be so much time for us to rest and reorganize.

We must seize this opportunity to elevate everyone’s strength to a new level.

Then, in one final push, during the last stage, we will capture as many galaxies as possible! Hold these resources and advance to become galaxy-level warriors.”

“Understood.”

After reaching a consensus, Qin Feng and Caesar, following their usual practice, divided all the high-level stellar resource sites they had captured equally.

This time’s harvest far exceeded the last.

After setting aside over a hundred resource points reserved for those about to be promoted to stellar-level, each of them received a hundred high-level stellar resource sites!

Qin Feng spent ten years traveling among these hundred new high-level resource points, collecting all the core resources that could be taken.

Then, he once again returned to the familiar ice cave deep within the frozen planet, beginning a new round of deep seclusion.

Meanwhile, within the alliance, warriors who had accumulated astronomical amounts of battle merits were as excited as if injected with stimulants.

They frantically consumed their battle merits, exchanging them for various resources from over fifty galaxies.

The entire “Six-Galaxy Alliance,” at this moment, entered a state of almost fanatical secluded cultivation.

……

The massive war machine known as the “Six-Galaxy Alliance” temporarily halted its fearsome conquest, entering a century-long period of comprehensive rest and digestion.

The focus of public opinion in the entire Grand Battle Zone gradually shifted away from them.

The Qin Feng-Caesar Alliance, once considered the strongest hegemon in the entire Grand Battle Zone, saw its popularity in the public eye inevitably decline rapidly.

At the same time, in the broader reaches of other star regions, even more brutal and bloody battles were raging wildly.

When stellar-level warriors were no longer a rarity, the competition mode of the entire competition entered a cruel “cage-breeding” phase.

Countless small and medium-sized forces, led by newly promoted stellar-level warriors, rose like bamboo shoots after rain, only to vanish like bubbles before stronger enemies.

They engaged in the most primitive and savage mergers and devouring among themselves, fighting for limited resources.

One after another, even larger “galaxy alliances” were spawned from this soil of blood and fire.

The number of stellar-level warriors, amid this brutal internal competition sweeping the entire Grand Battle Zone, began to grow explosively.

From the initial hundred-plus, it quickly broke through two hundred, three hundred… almost every year, many top prodigies successfully crossed that threshold, stepping into this new level of life.

Against this turbulent backdrop, some busybodies compiled an unofficial but widely recognized “Super Alliance Strength Ranking,” based on indicators such as the number of galaxies controlled by each alliance, the number of stellar-level warriors, and their activity on the Grand Battle Zone Public Forum.

On this constantly updated list, the “Qin Feng-Caesar Alliance,” the former king, quickly fell out of the top three.

Later, as more super alliances with dozens of stellar-level warriors rose, their ranking further dropped out of the top five.

For a time, voices predicting the decline of the “Qin Feng-Caesar Alliance” were incessant on the Grand Battle Zone Public Forum.

Even many newly risen, arrogant super alliances publicly posted provocative threads, viewing the vast territory of over fifty galaxies controlled by the “Qin Feng-Caesar Alliance” as a “fat piece of meat” ripe for the taking.

Sooner or later, they would completely swallow the Qin Feng-Caesar Alliance!

Of course, there were also many who opposed this view.

Their rebuttal was simple—the man named “Qin Feng,” who had long held the second place on the “Individual Combat Power Ranking,” still had unfathomable strength.

Some even believed Qin Feng had the strength to be number one, but lacked enough achievements.

For a time, the forum buzzed with debate.

But overall, those who truly believed in the future of the “Qin Feng-Caesar Alliance” were few.

After all, in most people’s minds, the most direct measure of an alliance’s strength was the number of stellar-level warriors within it.

And the “Qin Feng-Caesar Alliance,” from start to finish, had only ever publicly claimed two stellar-level warriors: Qin Feng and Caesar.

In contrast, the super alliances currently occupying the top five on the strength ranking each had at least dozens of stellar-level warriors!

Two against dozens—in anyone’s eyes, this was a hopeless battle.

Even if Qin Feng and the other were higher in cultivation, since everyone was a stellar-level warrior, immortal and indestructible, their durability was countless times greater than planetary-level warriors, and instant kills among peers simply did not exist.

Numerical advantage was fully manifested at the stellar level.

Yet, amid all this external noise, the warriors of the Six Galaxies, including their supreme leaders Qin Feng and Caesar, displayed an attitude of near indifference.

They made no response of any kind on the forum.

Qin Feng knew better than anyone that those illusory rankings and verbal battles were utterly meaningless.

Only by firmly holding the galaxies already conquered,

and thoroughly digesting and absorbing the vast, bloody spoils, ultimately transforming them into tangible cultivation and strength—that was the foundation of everything!

Just like on that so-called “Strength Ranking,” the top three alliances changed almost every few cycles.

This was clearly because their attacks and wars were too fierce and frequent.

Although their battle records looked splendid due to constant slaughter, the result was that no alliance could truly hold the top three positions.

After all, only by first learning how to hold onto the territory one has already conquered can one calmly digest resources and transform the fruits of battle into one's true foundation.

……

It was around the twentieth year of Qin Feng's profound seclusion.

Deep within the ice cavern, his eyes, which had remained tightly shut, suddenly, without any warning, snapped open!

At the same time, on another resource planet also in a state of deep seclusion, Caesar opened his golden pupils at almost the same moment.

It was because the spiritual power with which the two of them constantly patrolled the private forums of the Six Alliances had just simultaneously detected an urgent distress signal!

The distress signal came from an advanced stellar-level resource point in the original No. 119 galaxy.

The content of the message was very brief, but shocking!

Just now, a large number of unidentified martial artists from outer galaxies had teleported directly above their resource point!

And the moment they appeared, they launched a bloody assault on them without any explanation!

And according to the final image transmitted back by the squad leader before his death in the distress signal, among the attacking enemies, there were clearly as many as seven powerful beings radiating a terrifying stellar-level pressure!

The attackers were precisely from the powerful force currently ranked third on the "Super Alliance Power Ranking" — the "Capedo-Calle Alliance"!

"You go?"

Qin Feng asked Caesar.

"You go."

Caesar's reply was equally concise and swift.

"Alright."

"It just so happens that my eighth-level killing technique has reached minor completion."

Qin Feng smiled.

He slowly stood up, and the space around him rippled with a faint shimmer; the next moment, Qin Feng's figure vanished.

In the vacuum of space.

Qin Feng's figure materialized, an ancient tower floating behind him, facing seven stellar-level martial artists alone!

(End of this chapter)