Chapter 237: Seven Hundred Thousand Light Years Immortal Projection, Subspace and Reality

Chapter 237: The Unquenchable Projection of Seven Hundred Thousand Light-Years, the Difference Between Subspace and Reality! Encountering Prodigies of Ten Thousand Races!

In the void, Qin Feng gazed quietly at the core of the machine spirit.

With a slight movement of his palm, a gentle spiritual force enveloped it, slowly drawing it before him.

It was cool to the touch, its texture neither metal nor jade, containing an extremely pure yet cold mechanical will within its spiritual energy.

Qin Feng did not hesitate. He immediately sat cross-legged and began to circulate the *Ten Complete Hands*, refining it.

As soon as this supreme nurturing method was set in motion, Qin Feng’s hands seemed to transform into two miniature universes capable of containing all things.

The core of the machine spirit was placed within them, and its solid shell was almost instantly decomposed. A vast, supremely pure torrent of spiritual energy and information surged forth like a river bursting its banks!

If any other stellar-level martial artist were faced with such a massive and chaotic onslaught of information, they would likely have to carefully strip and absorb it strand by strand, taking years or even decades.

However, under the almost unreasonable, terrifying efficiency of the *Ten Complete Hands*, this energy and information was rapidly dismantled, purified, transformed, and then perfectly integrated into Qin Feng’s own [Unquenchable Tower].

The speed of this refinement was almost inconceivable.

A mere month passed.

When the last wisp of energy was fully absorbed, Qin Feng slowly opened his eyes.

Deep within his gaze, it seemed as if billions of stars were born and extinguished, and his aura had grown vastly stronger than before.

He could clearly sense that his [Unquenchable Tower], suspended deep in subspace, had increased in height by a staggering two hundred thousand light-years!

One month, two hundred thousand light-years!

This speed was something Qin Feng had never dared to imagine before.

Prior to this, relying on the massive resources plundered by the alliance, he had cultivated painstakingly for a hundred years, only managing to raise the [Unquenchable Tower] from a few light-years at its initial ascension to seventy thousand light-years.

Now, with just a single core of a machine spirit, in one month, he had achieved such a terrifying boost!

“The Machine Race… shares the same origin as my Human Race.”

Qin Feng was shaken inwardly: “Devouring them after killing them—the speed of improvement is simply too fast.”

He immediately recalled the scattered records about this mysterious race in the empire’s database.

“It is said that the Machine Race can also devour the souls of the Human Race, allowing their ‘machine spirits’ to ‘evolve.’”

“Between these two races, it is no longer a simple struggle for resources, but a true, life-and-death conflict!”

Qin Feng could not help but sigh.

Although the Human Race had many enemies in the universe, none had such a special relationship as with the Machine Race.

For example, when the Human Race faced the Insect Race, it was more like a one-sided “harvest.”

Human experts could absorb the “Hive Will Core” left behind after the death of an Insect Race to strengthen their own spiritual power, while the Insect Race, when killing humans, could only convert their flesh into materials for biological armor, gaining nothing else.

And wars with the other ten thousand races, in essence, were mostly about competing for natural resources in the universe, all for survival.

Only the Machine Race was different.

Between the Machine Race and the Human Race, both were filled with greed.

Humans and Machines could devour each other’s souls to become stronger.

This cruel law meant that once the two races met, it was a fight to the death.

This was no longer war, but a colossal “breeding of poison”!

However, Qin Feng had also seen in the alliance’s internal database that the Machine Race and the Human Race seemed to have not engaged in a full-scale war for hundreds of millennia.

The territories of the two races did not border each other in the vast universe. Only in certain chaotic battlefields where multiple forces intersected did prodigies of the Human Race and the Machine Race occasionally clash over missions or opportunities.

“Calculating by this progress, to push the [Unquenchable Tower] to the perfect realm of ten million light-years, theoretically, I would only need about five hundred more Machine Race of the strength I just encountered.”

Qin Feng’s eyes lit up instantly.

This speed far exceeded his imagination.

After the great surprise, Qin Feng immediately took action.

He began his hunting journey.

With the experience of his first encounter with the Machine Race, he no longer held back or tested.

Every time he found a target, he struck with full force at the first moment, with overwhelming momentum, before the opponent could fully transform the entire star system into a war fortress. He would annihilate them along with all their mechanical creations, giving them no chance to develop.

Time flew by in this monotonous yet efficient cycle of hunting and refinement.

Soon, ten years passed quietly.

Under the joint efforts of Qin Feng, Caesar, and over a hundred stellar-level experts under the alliance, the Machine Race armies in the six core strongholds—Galaxies 115 to 119 and the original Galaxy 99—were finally completely eradicated.

During these ten years, Qin Feng alone had killed more than thirty Machine Race entities of strength comparable to or even greater than the first stellar-level Machine Race he had encountered.

However, as time went on, his speed of killing Machine Race became slower and slower.

Because those Machine Race that had descended a bit earlier had already completed the initial transformation of their star systems, producing a large number of powerful war machines that could even threaten Qin Feng.

Many times, Qin Feng had to spend months to completely cleanse a star system that had been turned into a steel fortress, finally delivering the killing blow.

And then refining the core of the machine spirit took a considerable amount of time.

When these thirty-plus stellar-level machine spirit cores were fully digested by him, Qin Feng’s strength experienced a true explosion!

The height of his [Unquenchable Tower] had soared from the initial seventy thousand light-years to a terrifying seven hundred thousand light-years!

Seven hundred thousand light-years!

This scale had far exceeded the scope of an ordinary galaxy. Even some vast large galaxies had diameters no greater than this.

Of course, this height was only the true height of the [Unquenchable Tower] in subspace.

If it were projected into the real material universe, there would not actually be a giant tower spanning a galaxy—such a sight would be too exaggerated and would violate the basic laws of the universe.

When the unquenchable projection appeared in the material universe, all experts who had reached a certain level could, through spiritual perception, clearly “see” its true, despairingly vast height deep in subspace.

The actual physical visual effect was not so exaggerated, but the absolute suppression it brought to enemies—rooted in the level of life and spirit—was far more terrifying than mere visual impact!

“The six galaxy strongholds where the respawn points are located have been completely cleansed. Next, I can continue to clear out the other Machine Race within our three hundred galaxies’ territory.”

Qin Feng floated in the void, opening the major war zone forum of the Cosmic Genius Tournament to see the situation outside.

He hadn’t looked before, but now he was shocked.

The entire forum was filled with lamentations.

Qin Feng looked at the numerous shocking posts and the current ranking of points on his jade token, carefully calculating.

This Cosmic Genius Tournament, after the initial chaotic battles and resource plundering at the planetary level, had not actually eliminated many people—only about one-tenth of the total participants.

Then came the brutal stage of galaxy alliance struggles, where various galaxy alliances swallowed and attacked each other. This was the true sifting of the wheat from the chaff. The total number of participants plummeted to only one-tenth of the original.

Although the proportion of “one-tenth” might not seem large, one must know that the initial base of contestants was a staggering five trillion!

After the brutal alliance struggles, the remaining martial artists in the entire tournament numbered about five hundred billion.

This was still an enormous number.

But now…

Qin Feng looked at the real-time updated total number of remaining contestants on his jade token, provided by the tournament system, and found that this number had become a shocking—fifty billion!

The Mechanical Race had only descended for ten years!

In that decade, the total number of contestants had plummeted by another ninety percent!

This figure represented countless star alliances—once overlords in their own right—that had been utterly annihilated in this steel calamity, crushed by the Mechanical Race’s legions.

Such an elimination rate truly stunned Qin Feng.

“I suppose that makes sense…”

He quickly grasped the crux of it.

“My overall combat power should already rank among the very top tier of all contestants.

Yet even so, facing a Mechanical Race powerhouse that has begun to develop, it takes months to thoroughly cleanse its star system and finally slay it…”

“As for those weaker star alliances, if they fail to nip the Mechanical Race in the bud at the first moment and let it grow successfully, the difficulty of the campaign will skyrocket exponentially.

In the end, being worn down and killed by the endless mechanical hordes is an inevitable outcome.”

Qin Feng understood in his heart.

Once this “Mechanical Race Uprising” was over, the warriors who survived would undoubtedly be absolute powerhouses, having absorbed vast numbers of Machine Soul Cores and seen their strength surge.

This Mechanical Race invasion was less a crisis and more a colossal “filter,” mercilessly sifting out all contestants who were not strong enough or lucky enough!

He turned his gaze to the personal combat power rankings.

In ten years, this list had undergone earth-shattering changes.

Many once-prominent experts had vanished without a trace, replaced by a host of new names he had never heard of.

At the same time, he noticed an extremely startling phenomenon—behind the records of many eliminated former top-100 fighters, the same cause was marked: slain by alien prodigies.

“Could it be that those alien prodigies only target the top hundred on the combat power list?”

Qin Feng’s brow furrowed slightly.

“No, not entirely.”

He carefully pored over the battle reports. “There are also records of them killing other ordinary warriors, but those seem more like ‘small fry’ they swept aside while traveling.”

“It seems there’s only one truth.”

“It’s highly likely that the tournament organizers granted those alien prodigies special permissions, allowing them to precisely track the real-time locations of all top-100 fighters.”

Qin Feng muttered to himself.

After reading the shocking battle reports and elimination data on the major war zone’s private forum, an invisible pressure quietly settled over Qin Feng’s heart.

His goal was not simply to survive this genius battle.

It was to claim a spot in the top hundred, earn the precious qualification to go to the Myriad Races Battlefield, and lay the foundation for the “Eternal Singularity”;

Even… to stand out among these billions of prodigies and ascend to the one supreme throne!

But now, the warriors’ terrifyingly high elimination rate and the “Myriad Races Prodigy” hunting rules—like a sword hanging overhead, specifically targeting top experts—made Qin Feng deeply realize that this Cosmic Genius Tournament was far more brutal and complex than he had initially imagined.

He began to reassess the entire tournament process.

“Earlier, the tournament seemed calm and uneventful; even during the first five hundred years of planetary melee, not even a tenth of the warriors were eliminated.

Looking back now, that wasn’t a real ‘competition’ at all, but a ‘greenhouse’ deliberately created by the organizers.”

“They were giving us prodigies from various star domains a chance to develop safely and amass resources.”

“And the ‘Star Alliance Hegemony’ between five hundred and seven hundred years, though it caused many warriors to be eliminated, was not actually the organizers’ intent.

After all, everyone who passed the layers of screening and stood here was a top genius selected from billions of star systems—the future hope of humanity.

The organizers didn’t want to see them easily eliminated within a few years or decades after entering the major war zone.”

“Thus, all stages before the seven-hundred-year mark can be considered ‘development time’ given to us contestants, with the core purpose of ‘nurturing’ prodigies.”

“And now…”

“The true challenges, dangers, and difficulties of this tournament are just beginning to emerge!”

“This endless Mechanical Race is probably only the start.

The road ahead is destined to be arduous.

Only by being cautious in all things and striving to improve strength can one hope to laugh last.”

Qin Feng’s thoughts drifted toward the ethereal future.

“The top hundred in the tournament will gain the right to choose, advancing early to the true Myriad Races Battlefield.

Unlike those battle group warriors sent there passively on missions, we prodigies selected through the tournament can enjoy numerous extremely precious resource points pre-marked by humanity’s high command.”

“But opportunity often comes with deadly danger.

Those resource points must harbor unknown horrors.

Thus, the major war zone’s test for us warriors is all-encompassing.”

“Cultivation speed, insight into killing arts, adaptability to sudden situations, observation and judgment of the entire battle situation, and… the strength to clash head-on with true Myriad Races prodigies on the front lines…”

“Even, as speculated before, after the Mechanical Race, something like ‘Chosen of Chaos’ might actually appear…”

“…”

Thinking this far, Qin Feng slowly took a deep breath, suppressing all surging emotions in his heart, and regained his calm, like an ancient well without ripples.

No matter the future, the most important thing now was his own strength.

With a thought, he sank his consciousness into his sea of consciousness and looked at his attribute panel.

In these ten years of hunting the Mechanical Race, he had been continuously circulating the Ten Complete Hands to refine Machine Soul Cores.

This unending, high-intensity use had once again brought a considerable increase in the proficiency of this supreme nurturing art.

[Ten Complete Hands (Beginner)]

[Proficiency: 30/100]

“After reaching beginner level, the Ten Complete Hands has greatly improved both cultivation speed and resource refinement speed.

At the same time, it accelerates the recovery speed of the Indestructible Projection after damage, which will be a huge advantage in future high-intensity battles.”

“However, its powerful healing effect is temporarily unnecessary within human territory.”

“Aside from the progress in Ten Complete Hands, my core killing art, Vast Mountain Range, has naturally broken through to the ‘Great Completion’ stage through countless practical applications and insights.

Coupled with my current cultivation of a seventy-million-light-year Indestructible Projection…”

“My overall combat power should still be firmly in the tournament’s first tier. Whether I’m still the strongest, though, is uncertain.”

“After all, no alliance that survived this Mechanical Race invasion sweeping all galaxies is weak.”

A flicker of emotion passed through Qin Feng’s eyes.

“But calling them ‘survivors’ now is still premature.

How long they can endure this steel calamity remains unknown.”

He knew best himself.

He and Caesar had spent a full ten years just barely stabilizing the core base of the six galaxies.

But among the three hundred star systems their alliance occupied, the remaining two hundred and ninety-four had been left to their own devices for these ten years.

Now, to what terrifying degree had the mechanical clans in those systems evolved?

“I can only hope the situation hasn’t exceeded our expectations by too much.”

Qin Feng murmured to himself.

Just then, a message from Caesar popped up.

After briefly exchanging their respective position coordinates, both of their forms simultaneously turned into streaks of light and vanished from where they stood.

The next moment, beyond the original nine Library Planets, ripples of space stirred, and the figures of Qin Feng and Caesar appeared together.

“The situation is far from optimistic.”

As soon as they met, Caesar cut straight to the point, a hint of gravity in his eyes.

“This mechanical clan uprising is a life-or-death trial for star system alliances like ours, which have already established vast territories.

If we can’t hold out, we’ll surely be worn down and consumed by the endless mechanical horde, ultimately eliminated.”

He paused, then gave a self-deprecating smile: “Right now, we’re caught between a rock and a hard place.

On the other hand, those rogue martial artists who managed to survive the alliance’s conquest wars are now living quite freely.

They travel alone, with no need to worry about defending territories, so they don’t have to face these mechanical clans head-on.”

“Those rogue martial artists just keep teleporting and roaming between resource points—if they can win, they fight; if not, they flee.

But we star system alliances, precisely because our families are large and our operations spread too wide, are firmly bound to this void and must engage these endless mechanical clans.”

“Of course, if all star system alliances are destroyed, that universe will become the mechanical clans’ domain entirely, and then those rogue martial artists probably won’t survive either.”

Hearing Caesar’s analysis, Qin Feng smiled and said:

“No choice—we have to act. We can’t be eliminated; being eliminated would be a total loss.” “What’s more,”

A glint of sharpness flashed in his eyes, “Crisis also represents opportunity. These mechanical clans, while bringing threats, also represent an immeasurable, enormous resource.”

“Mm, that’s true.”

Caesar nodded slightly in agreement.

He then looked at Qin Feng and asked, “How much progress have you made now? What level of strength have you reached?”

“My killing art, ‘Cangmang Mountain,’ has fortunately broken through to the Great Completion stage. As for the scale of my Indestructible Projection… about seven hundred thousand light-years.”

Qin Feng answered truthfully.

Hearing this number, even with Caesar’s composure, the corner of his mouth twitched violently.

He shook his head helplessly and said, “The Limit War Group’s ‘Ten Complete Hands’ is simply too outrageous.

Its efficiency in utilizing resources and speed of absorbing energy far surpass all other types of nurturing methods.

My nurturing method has also reached the ‘Minor Completion’ stage now. Over these ten years, I’ve slain over thirty top-tier stellar-level mechanical clans as well, but…”

“My Indestructible Projection scale has only just broken through five hundred thousand light-years. Your cultivation speed is simply monstrous.”

“Haha.”

Qin Feng laughed, a rare sight. “I never noticed before how huge an advantage ‘Ten Complete Hands’ had.

Back when we bet on who would reach the stellar level first, faced with your terrifying progress, I once felt quite despairing.”

“You bastard.”

Caesar cursed with a laugh: “The origin of ‘Ten Complete Hands’ is no small matter. It is, in fact, the Emperor’s inheritance. So… it’s strong—discontinuously strong.”

“Oh? It’s actually the Emperor’s inheritance?”

Qin Feng was stunned upon hearing this. “I always thought this technique was created by my teacher, Devourer King.”

“The Emperor created countless nurturing, killing, and refining methods, leaving behind a knowledge system so vast it’s like an ocean of stars.”

Caesar explained, “Across the vast battlefield of myriad races, many inheritance sites left by the Emperor are scattered—remnants from the ‘War of God Subjugation’ back then.

Senior Devourer King, in his early years, must have obtained the inheritance of ‘Ten Complete Hands’ by chance, and using it as a foundation, eventually comprehended the path beyond the black hole level.”

“Haven’t you noticed that the operating principle of ‘Ten Complete Hands’ is actually very similar to the fist intent of ‘Devourer Heaven Fist Art’?”

Caesar’s words struck Qin Feng like a lightning bolt, instantly enlightening him.

“So that’s how it is.”

Qin Feng nodded slightly, suddenly understanding.

With that said, Qin Feng realized the two indeed shared the same origin.

When ‘Ten Complete Hands’ refines resources, that domineering intent of devouring and refining all things is like a miniature black hole, absorbing everything.

And ‘Devourer Heaven Fist Art’ is precisely born from that intent.

“Besides the Emperor’s inheritance, there are also many inheritances left by other deities throughout the universe.”

Caesar continued, “If you encounter them later in the myriad race battlefield, feel free to try obtaining them.

But one thing you must remember: never touch the inheritances of the Four Evil Gods!

However, the divine inheritances of other races, after careful discernment, can be attempted.”

“How many ‘deities’ are there in the universe?”

Qin Feng couldn’t help asking.

“I don’t know.”

Caesar shook his head. “Many gods have already fallen. And many are in a half-dead state, barely clinging to existence.”

“I see.”

Qin Feng shook his head, temporarily putting aside information still too distant from him.

“These are still too far off. Let’s get to business—how is our alliance doing now? Next, facing the remaining two hundred-plus star systems, how should we proceed?”

“Mm, indeed too far off.”

Turning to serious matters, Caesar immediately shed his casual demeanor and became grave.

“Our alliance’s current situation can be described as mixed blessings.

The good news is that after these ten years, the alliance’s overall strength has experienced an explosive surge.

The resources brought by this Machine Soul are truly too vast. Many martial artists who were stuck at the peak of the Boundless Sea have taken this opportunity to successfully construct Indestructible Projections and advance to the stellar level.

The number of stellar-level experts in our alliance has now exceeded ten thousand!”

“As for top prodigies like Cang and Yanwu, their strength has improved even more markedly. Now, the scale of their Indestructible Projections has basically reached tens of thousands of light-years.”

“But the bad news is…”

Caesar’s expression turned serious again. “The mechanical clans in our two hundred-plus peripheral star systems have been developing for a full ten years… I just used my mental power to conduct a long-range probe, and the situation is very grim.

Almost every star system within our alliance’s territory is now occupied by mechanical clans.”

“Moreover, I’ve discovered a very significant phenomenon…”

“That is, the mechanical clans will engage in internal conflict!”

When a mechanical race within a star system has devoured all the resources of that system, it will actively wage war against a neighboring star system occupied by another mechanical race!

They will slay their foes, destroy their machine-soul cores, and then inherit all of their mechanical creations...

When he heard Caesar reveal this astonishing intelligence—that "the mechanical races would erupt in internal strife"—a razor-sharp glint flashed instantly in Qin Feng's calm, unruffled eyes.

Within a single second, he had discerned the hidden implications behind this phenomenon, implications of vital importance to their alliance.

"You mean, if we continue to delay and let these mechanical races entrenched in our territory fight among themselves first, then the total number of machine-soul cores we can ultimately obtain will be drastically reduced?!"

"Exactly."

Caesar's expression was exceedingly grave. He nodded and said in a low voice, "Moreover... I just carefully reviewed all the public intelligence on the major warzone forums. The competition jade tablet clearly states that ten 'prodigies of ten thousand races' have been deployed this time.

But so far, only eight have publicly appeared in various warzones and achieved kill records."

"Of the two who have yet to show themselves, I strongly suspect that one is a prodigy of the mechanical race.

However, it has been perfectly hiding itself within the endless mechanical army, quietly accumulating power and biding its time."

Qin Feng's heart tightened instantly.

This speculation was reasonable and highly plausible.

If such a mechanical prodigy truly existed, its growth rate and potential would far surpass the ordinary stellar-level mechanical races they had encountered before.

Once it managed to produce a vast number of mechanical creations, it would be an utter nightmare for all contestants in the entire warzone!

"It seems we must accelerate our pace."

Qin Feng's voice also turned solemn.

"Exactly."

Caesar had evidently reached the same conclusion. He swiftly brought the conversation back to the immediate strategic deployment.

"I've revised our next battle plan.

My suggestion is to take five star systems as a single operational unit, concentrate our superior forces, and advance sector by sector.

Given our alliance's current manpower and high-end combat power, this scale of operation is the best choice we can make to balance victory rate and clearance efficiency."

"Agreed."

Qin Feng nodded without hesitation. "You're the expert in military command. You make the arrangements."

He had absolute trust in Caesar's strategic acumen.

"Mm."

With Qin Feng's affirmation, a flicker of confidence shone in Caesar's eyes.

He pulled up the star map, pointed at the dense clusters of light dots, and began to simulate.

"According to my calculations, I still need about five hundred stellar-level machine-soul cores of decent quality to shape my Indestructible Projection to the scale of ten million light-years, reaching the foundation of the legendary 'Eternal Singularity.'

The remaining nearly three hundred star systems within our alliance's territory are more than sufficient.

Even with a conservative estimate, each system must be infested with at least sixty or seventy mechanical race elites far stronger than the average stellar-level entry."

"I need about three hundred machine-soul cores on my side."

Qin Feng also reported his number.

"Damn that Tenfold Hand."

Hearing this stark contrast, Caesar couldn't help but complain again.

Both were top-tier stellar-level warriors with equally grand ambitions, yet Qin Feng, thanks to the unreasonable supreme nurturing technique known as the Tenfold Hand, absorbed resources with efficiency and speed far surpassing others.

This meant that on the path to the peak, he would need to expend far fewer resources than any other warrior.

"A powerful nurturing technique, but pure combat prowess—that's another matter."

Qin Feng looked at Caesar and smiled meaningfully. "If you were to go all out and fully unleash the 'Black Rage' state of your Blood Angels Battle Company... I might not be your match then."

"Haha..."

Mentioning the "Black Rage," Caesar only gave a free and easy laugh, not delving deeper into the topic.

"Enough of that. Let's first begin our grand plan to conquer three hundred star systems."

He turned his gaze back to the vast star map. "I estimate that by the time the competition reaches the eight-hundred-year mark, there will definitely be new upheavals, and the same at nine hundred years.

What we need to do now is seize the opportunity before us and accomplish each stage's goal to the best of our ability."

"Who knows, at the eight-hundred-year node, the competition organizers might give an order, and all mechanical races vanish instantly.

Then those hesitant warriors who failed to seize enough machine-soul cores will have nowhere to cry."

"Mm, let's begin."

Qin Feng nodded heavily.

Once the two reached consensus, they immediately issued the highest-level war mobilization order to all members through the alliance's highest authority.

The moment the announcement was made, the void around the Library Planet began to churn violently.

Spatial ripples rose one after another, and one after another, stellar-level warriors with formidable auras appeared precisely in this assembly area through subspace teleportation.

In just a few moments, this once-silent star region was fully illuminated by the terrifying auras of over ten thousand stellar-level powerhouses!

Behind each of them floated Indestructible Projections of various forms and overwhelming pressure—

Some were ferocious beasts, some were sharp divine weapons, some were ancient artifacts...

These top prodigies from different battle companies, cultivating different techniques, now gathered together, forming a terrifying force that could make any enemy tremble.

Notably, during this assembly, Qin Feng keenly observed a phenomenon different from before.

Within the massive collective of over ten thousand stellar-level warriors, smaller groups—or rather, minor factions—had spontaneously formed.

For instance, around Cang, whose aura remained as arrogant and sharp as ever, many warriors had naturally gathered.

These were followers he had gradually conquered over the past centuries of warfare through his solid strength, deep comradely bonds, and unique personal charisma.

They willingly rallied around Cang, forming an elite combat group of over three hundred members.

This was now the largest "subordinate faction" within the "Six-Star System Alliance" led by Qin Feng and Caesar.

Besides Cang, other top prodigies like Yan Wu and Leng Yu also had groups of like-minded companions gathered around them.

However, whether these large or small factions, or those accustomed to solitary strength, all of these over ten thousand stellar-level warriors now gathered without exception around Qin Feng and Caesar, coalescing into a vast star system alliance.

"The benefits of machine-soul cores—you should all have personally experienced over the past decade."

Qin Feng stepped forward and spoke solemnly.

His voice, amplified by his immense mental power, resounded clearly in everyone's hearts.

"Now, I need to announce an extremely significant discovery—the mechanical races will kill each other!

They devour one another, and in the process of devouring, they completely destroy the opponent's machine-soul core!"

As soon as these words were spoken, all the stellar-level warriors present erupted in uproar.

"Therefore, from now on, our clearance speed must be faster!

Otherwise, every day we delay, we may lose a vast amount of resources that should rightfully be ours, due to the mechanical races' mutual slaughter!"

Qin Feng’s tone grew exceedingly grave.

“Furthermore, there is one more point I must remind you all.

The enemies we are about to face are no longer the newly arrived, unsteady Mechanical Clan we encountered before.

They are fully developed entities that have spent a full decade absorbing all the energy of an entire star system!

Their strength is ten times, even a hundred times greater than what we have faced!”

“I demand that in the coming battles, you must skillfully exploit the rules of the ‘Hunting Period,’ organize ‘suicide squads’ rationally, and minimize the risk of elimination!”

“Our minimum objective for this expedition is to hold out until the eight-hundred-year mark of the tournament!

By then, we will decide our next moves based on any new changes in the competition rules!”

“Are you all ready?”

Qin Feng’s gaze swept over every person present.

“Ready!”

Over ten thousand stellar-level warriors roared in unison, their battle intent soaring to the heavens!

“Then, set out at once!”

At Qin Feng’s command, all the martial artists, led by their respective commanders, stirred ripples in space and, through subspace teleportation, rushed toward the vast battlefield of three hundred galaxies!

Caesar’s command and battle plan had already been sent to the private forum.

Watching the immense army surging toward the battlefield like a river of fish, Qin Feng silently calculated in his mind.

There were still ninety full years until the eight-hundred-year mark of the tournament.

According to his estimates, ninety years would be nearly impossible to fully conquer the nearly three hundred galaxies, with their incredibly complex conditions.

“But…”

“Ninety years should be enough for me to expand my indestructible projection to a scale of ten million light-years, ultimately achieving the ‘Foundation of the Eternal Singularity’!”

Qin Feng murmured to himself.

Afterward, he exchanged a glance with Caesar, then activated subspace teleportation and vanished from the spot.

The two of them continued as before, carrying out decapitation strikes to eliminate Mechanical Clan lifeforms that the armies led by Cang and others could not handle.

But a decade ago, the targets for decapitation were Mechanical Clan lifeforms entrenched on planets or stars; now they faced those occupying several star systems, even dozens of star systems.

The energy of stars was immense, leading to far more mechanical constructs. Though Qin Feng’s strength had advanced rapidly over the decade, it remained quite troublesome.

Of course, it was only troublesome—not enough to cause defeat.

Qin Feng’s decapitation strikes always succeeded; he had almost no rivals.

This situation persisted until the seven hundred and fiftieth year.

A powerful aura swept past, detecting Qin Feng, and then a terrifying mental force condensed to freeze time and space. A being wreathed in flames locked onto Qin Feng.

“Such formidable strength!”

Qin Feng was startled.

Because the mental force locking onto him was pure gold!

This meant the being was already close to the galactic level!

It was a prodigy among the myriad races!

(End of this chapter)