Chapter 239: Ten Million Light Years Immortal Tower! Huge Improvement! Tournament Time

Chapter 239: The Unquenchable Tower Across Ten Million Light-Years! A Colossal Leap! Eight Hundred Years of the Tournament! The Mad Elimination Begins!

Qin Feng drove the *Ten Complete Hands* to its utmost, and the instant that terrifying spectacle—like a black hole devouring a nebula—appeared, the entire core region of the eyeball fell into a deathly silence.

All the scattered cultivators, who had been buried in their arduous training, were almost simultaneously startled by this sudden, overbearing surge of energy. They broke off their cultivation and turned their gazes toward the center of that gargantuan vortex.

After a brief stillness, a skyward uproar of shock and fury erupted.

"What's happening?!"

"Such a terrifying absorption speed... Who is this?!"

"It's him! Qin Feng! The one who once ranked second on the personal combat power list, but then vanished mysteriously! I never expected him to appear here!"

"Heavens... Such a fearsome accretion disk, like a living black hole... He alone has drained all the mental energy within millions of kilometers around!"

"This technique... is the legendary supreme nurturing method of the Limit War Brigade—the *Ten Complete Hands*!"

"Damn it! If he's absorbing all the resources by himself, what are we supposed to absorb?!"

In an instant, all the warriors in this core region stared at Qin Feng with undisguised, intense hostility.

Earlier, they had tolerated Lei Zhan—ranked eighty-eighth on the combat power list—throwing his weight around because, though powerful, his resource absorption wasn't so absurdly fast. His energy vortex, though large, didn't severely hinder others from absorbing core resources normally. Everyone could still get a share.

But now, the situation was completely different.

To these scattered warriors, who had long frequented resource points and paid little attention to the outside battlefields, Qin Feng's strength was an unknown. Yet the tyrannical speed of his resource absorption had gravely crossed everyone's bottom line of interest!

In an instant, everyone stopped their cultivation, floating in the deep void of space, forming a pincer formation around Qin Feng, glaring at him with predatory intent.

Even Lei Zhan, who had been so arrogant moments before, now frowned slightly, slowly rising to his feet, his gaze fixed on Qin Feng with a cold hostility.

"Qin Feng," Lei Zhan spoke first, his voice like rolling thunder echoing on the mental plane. "Such an absorption speed—aren't you being a bit too dismissive of us all?"

"That's right!" someone immediately chimed in. "This place gathers so many prodigious experts, yet you devour the harmless mental energy here as if no one else exists—how utterly arrogant!"

"Arrogant fools deserve death!"

"Kill—!"

No one knew who shouted first, but the next moment, hundreds of scattered cultivators present, as if by unspoken agreement, struck simultaneously. A storm of dazzling, lethal techniques rained down upon Qin Feng at the center of the vortex.

Faced with this siege, capable of pulverizing a planet in an instant, Qin Feng's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.

By his usual style, his instinctive reaction would have been to strike down the strongest and loudest among the attackers—Lei Zhan—with the most thunderous and overbearing means. Kill the chicken to scare the monkeys. That would cow this rabble, ensuring none dared offend him again.

But just as he was about to act, a figure wreathed in golden flames, like a nightmare, suddenly surfaced in his mind.

Yan Sheng!

"Lei Zhan is ranked eighty-eighth on the personal combat power list. If I defeat him here, in front of everyone, or even kill him, my ranking will skyrocket, straight into the top hundred. Entering the top hundred of the 'hunt list' will inevitably draw that damned Yan Sheng to hunt me down endlessly again... Restrained... This accursed Holy Spirit Fire Clan! Once I'm strong enough, I'll slay Yan Sheng first!"

A long-suppressed frustration and resentment surged in Qin Feng's heart.

But reason ultimately triumphed over impulse.

Qin Feng abandoned the idea of attacking first, choosing instead a more direct and awe-inspiring response.

With a thought, he unhesitatingly manifested his vast, unimaginable indestructible projection.

Boom—!!!

In an instant, an ancient, desolate, majestic pagoda—as if standing at the source of the river of time—soared behind Qin Feng!

Boundless silver light, like a resplendent galaxy, flowed slowly over its body, with billions of profound runes flickering and fading within.

All the stellar-level cultivators present, upon sensing this towering pagoda with their mental power and perceiving its terrifying true height deep in subspace, were struck with horror!

Seven hundred thousand light-years!

The tangible, silvery-white mental energy flowing from it spontaneously formed an invisible yet unbreakable absolute barrier around Qin Feng.

The hundreds of scattered cultivators' combined lethal techniques, enough to annihilate heaven and earth, touched Qin Feng's mental barrier—seven hundred thousand light-years high—and vanished like silent raindrops falling into the boundless ocean.

Not even a ripple was stirred; they were completely neutralized and dissolved!

"Wh... what?!"

"His cultivation... has reached such a terrifying level?!"

"An indestructible projection of seven hundred thousand light-years! This guy... has already completed nearly a tenth of the foundation for the 'Eternal Singularity'!"

"How many years has it been?! How can his cultivation speed be so fast?!"

After witnessing Qin Feng's insurmountable, abyssal cultivation, all the scattered cultivators present exchanged glances. The hostility and murderous intent on their faces had vanished, replaced by extreme shock and disbelief.

Lei Zhan, who had been so aggressive moments before, silently sheathed his lightning-spear, still crackling with thunder. He glanced at Qin Feng, then at the group of "allies" behind him, who had completely lost their will to fight.

Finally, he quietly retreated behind the crowd, far from the storm's center where Qin Feng stood.

Then, Lei Zhan decisively opened a subspace teleport and fled to the outermost edge of the core region.

Clearly, he had recognized the vast gap between himself and Qin Feng.

In the face of such absolute power, any provocation or competition seemed laughable and futile.

With Lei Zhan, the strongest, backing down, no one else in the core region dared to remain near Qin Feng. They scattered like fleeing from a plague, leaving this richest resource zone entirely to Qin Feng alone.

After clearing the area, Qin Feng sat cross-legged again and began to absorb the ocean-like, harmless mental energy contained within the giant eyeball with unprecedented, extravagant abandon.

He was like a greedy black hole, devouring all resources around him.

Behind him, the towering indestructible ancient pagoda hung in the void, exuding a terrifying pressure that deterred anyone from daring to offend.

Even the mechanical army, which had been prowling near the core region, seemed to sense the terrifying aura here and dared not approach any further.

Thus, Qin Feng became the sole overlord of this core region in a manner that bordered on unreasonable.

He frantically drove the *Ten Complete Hands*, gulping down vast resources, while simultaneously diverting part of his mind to immerse himself in the vast, ocean-like scriptures of the *Ten Complete Hands*, contemplating, deducing, and learning, causing his proficiency in this supreme nurturing method to rise steadily.

Meanwhile, he also split off a third portion of his mind, constantly monitoring the various movements within the major warzone forums, so as to grasp the latest intelligence from the outside world in a timely manner.

In this state of cultivation, Qin Feng's cultivation base began a new round of explosive growth.

One year later.

When Qin Feng slowly opened his eyes from deep cultivation, the height of his [Indestructible Tower] had astonishingly surged from the previous seven hundred thousand light-years to a full one million light-years!

This result left even Qin Feng himself utterly astounded.

"The harmless spiritual energy resources contained here are truly too vast. Coupled with the terrifying efficiency of my 'Ten Complete Hands'..."

"A pity, in this peripheral region, there are still many rogue martial artists and the Machine race contending with me for resources.

If only I could drive them all away and monopolize this eyeball for myself, that would be perfect."

Qin Feng murmured to himself.

One year, three hundred thousand light-years!

This terrifying rate of progress was even five times faster than when he had previously risked life and limb hunting the Machine race and devouring machine soul cores!

This was mainly because, cultivating here, he no longer needed to spend vast amounts of time on tedious hunting and combat.

Here, Qin Feng could devote himself entirely to pure absorption and refinement.

"This detestable fellow!"

Meanwhile, the rogue martial artists who had been squeezed out to the peripheral regions, upon detecting the astonishing changes over the past year, were all filled with boundless hatred and jealousy toward Qin Feng.

Because, in just this one year, the total amount of resources absorbed by Qin Feng alone had nearly matched what these hundreds of experts had painstakingly absorbed over decades combined!

"The 'Ten Complete Hands' of the Ultramarines is simply too outrageous!"

"We're all at the stellar level, why can he advance so fast?!"

"Damn it—!"

"..."

Every top-tier war band had its signature ultimate technique.

Just like the mysterious "Black Rage" of the Blood Angels, or the domineering "Ten Complete Hands" of the Ultramarines.

However, not every prodigy had the privilege to access their war band's highest inheritance at this stage of the Cosmic Genius Tournament.

Qin Feng and Caesar were actually exceptions among exceptions.

Only because they were the same kind of person—"The Emperor's Chosen"!

And precisely for this reason, they received the full nurturing of their war bands, learning the supreme techniques within them ahead of time.

In the years that followed, this star region surrounding the "Eye of the Chosen of Tzeentch" fell into a strange yet relatively stable balance.

Qin Feng, with an almost unreasonable and overbearing demeanor, monopolized the core region with the richest resources.

His towering pagoda, seventy million light-years high, hung there like a stabilizing pillar, emitting a terrifying pressure that made anyone incapable of even thinking of resistance.

As for the rogue martial artists he had driven out of the core region, though their hearts were filled with fear and resentment, after witnessing the chasm-like disparity in strength, none were foolish enough to actively provoke Qin Feng.

They had to settle for the next best, continuing their chaotic and bloody resource struggles in the middle and peripheral layers of this giant eyeball.

Time, amidst this monotonous yet efficient cultivation, flew by rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, sixty years passed like a fleeting white colt glimpsed through a crack.

The Cosmic Genius Tournament finally reached a crucial milestone in its progression—the eight hundredth year.

In the core region of that giant eyeball, Qin Feng, who had sat cross-legged for a full sixty years, slowly opened his tightly shut eyes.

In an instant, two beams of brilliance, more dazzling than stars, flashed from the depths of his eyes and vanished!

A terrifying spiritual energy, vast enough to make the very stars tremble, spread from his body like an invisible tide, and in almost a single moment, it enveloped the giant eyeball—ten million light-years in diameter—and the vast void around it, all within the range of his perception!

"Oh? How interesting."

A faint, subtle curve lifted the corner of Qin Feng's mouth.

"Sixty years gone, and these rogue martial artists have all fallen. Even Lei Zhan, who was fairly capable, didn't survive."

Within his spiritual perception, this precious resource point—the "Eye of the Chosen of Tzeentch"—which had once gathered millions of stellar-level experts, now held not a single trace of any rogue martial artist.

In their place was an endless, dense army of mechanical constructs!

Like the greediest locusts, they had completely taken over this place.

Now, in this region, aside from Qin Feng himself, only the Machine race remained, still frantically seizing the last remnants of resources.

As for the giant eyeball itself, after decades of frenzied absorption, the vast energy within it had been nearly drained dry, leaving only a few scattered scraps.

"But it doesn't matter anymore."

"The remaining resources aren't even enough for me to experiment with tempering my spiritual energy."

A gleam of utmost satisfaction flickered in Qin Feng's eyes.

"My current strength... has successfully reached the level of ten million light-years!"

With a thought, his vast spiritual energy instantly knocked open the gate to the Warp!

Deep within that bizarre, dimensionally chaotic Warp.

In the most core region surrounding the eternal, undying Golden Throne, symbol of the Emperor's supreme will.

An ancient tower, shimmering with brilliant silver light, so majestic that words could not describe it, stood silently!

Its height had reached the terrifying scale of a full ten million light-years!

The foundation of the Eternal Singularity was complete!

Ten million light-years—this number, when spoken, seemed utterly terrifying.

But in reality, when placed against the grand scale of the entire universe, it was merely the size of the smallest type of "galaxy cluster," composed of a few galaxies.

And if placed into the Warp, which was infinitely vaster than the material universe, it wouldn't even match an insignificant pixel.

Of course, the same applied if projected into the material cosmos.

Ten million light-years, under the terrifying scale of the universe, didn't even amount to a single pixel.

"The foundation is laid."

Qin Feng's heart swelled with lofty ambition.

"Next, what I need to do is to take this [Indestructible Tower], forged entirely from pure spiritual energy and towering ten million light-years high, and day by day, with painstaking effort, continuously temper, hammer, and refine it.

Ultimately, I will completely forge it into an eternal, immortal golden tower, composed entirely of pure gold!"

"That is, to purify and transform all the silver-white spiritual energy into the highest quality, most powerful pure gold spiritual energy!"

"After all, the Indestructible Tower is the aggregation of my spiritual energy."

"Once my Indestructible Projection can fully turn into pure gold, that will signify that I have successfully stepped into the 'Galactic Level'!"

Qin Feng's heart was filled with ambition.

Pure gold was the most revered color of the Imperium of Man; even the Ultramarines, who favored blue, would adorn their power armor with golden plumes.

Then, Qin Feng called up his data panel and began to examine another gain from these sixty years.

During the sixty years of cultivation at this resource node, aside from the concrete and monumental stride in his cultivation level regarding the undying projection,

Qin Feng’s comprehension of the *Ten Perfect Hands*, a supreme nurturing technique, had likewise achieved a leap of monumental proportions.

With a mere shift of his intent, the familiar virtual data panel once again materialized before his eyes.

[*The Ten Perfect Hands* (Initiate)]

[Proficiency: 90/100]

"Only the final stride remains before reaching the 'Lesser Mastery' realm."

Throughout these sixty years, Qin Feng’s understanding of the *Ten Perfect Hands* had climbed steadily, conquering many profound concepts that had previously left him entirely without a starting point.

Now, this nurturing technique was not far from breaking through into the next realm.

Once the *Ten Perfect Hands* attained the realm of "Lesser Mastery," Qin Feng’s cultivation speed would ascend to yet another level.

"Soon, it will reach Lesser Mastery very soon."

"Once this technique truly attains the 'Lesser Mastery' realm, the benefits it brings will no longer be limited merely to a massive increase in the speed of resource absorption.

Instead, it will accelerate the tempering of mental energy!"

"And if one can cultivate it to the realm of 'Greater Mastery,' it can even provide tremendous assistance to galaxy-level powerhouses during the exceedingly difficult cultivation phase of 'compressing the undying projection'!

As for the final realm of 'Consummation,' it would offer unimaginable acceleration even to supreme martial artists of the black hole level when learning and analyzing the 'knowledge' of the universe!"

"It truly is a supreme nurturing technique whose auxiliary power is absurdly formidable."

Following these decades of devoted study, Qin Feng’s current understanding of the *Ten Perfect Hands* technique had grown far deeper.

He had also gained a brand-new, clearer comprehension of its subsequent distinct realms.

Previously, when he had not yet initiated or had only just begun, a vast amount of the knowledge contained within the *Ten Perfect Hands*, which was as vast as an ocean, was entirely incomprehensible to him.

Consequently, he naturally had no way of knowing that this technique would possess such defiant efficacy in its later realms.

But now, approaching the "Lesser Mastery" realm, he had successfully conquered a large number of the foundational chapters within the *Ten Perfect Hands*.

For instance, accelerating cultivation, accelerating resource absorption, increasing energy conversion efficiency, elevating the recovery speed of the undying projection, and swiftly healing physical wounds. Qin Feng had already mastered these foundational applications thoroughly, and all that remained was continuous refinement and practice.

Meanwhile, "accelerated tempering of the undying projection," "accelerated compression of the undying projection," "enhancement of cognitive capacity," and "elevating the efficiency of learning knowledge" belonged to entirely new, higher-level chapters.

At present, Qin Feng had no inkling of them yet, and could only proceed according to the proper sequence, taking it slowly, step by step.

Once he completely conquered and thoroughly integrated all the knowledge points within the chapter on "accelerated tempering of the undying projection," he would naturally and formally break through the *Ten Perfect Hands* into the realm of "Lesser Mastery."

"In short, the advancement over these sixty years has been immensely significant.

The foundation of the eternal singularity has been formed; what follows will be the prolonged, slow grind of polishing mental energy."

Qin Feng completed the review of his progress during this seclusion, feeling highly satisfied in his heart.

If he had not been hunted by Yan Sheng back then and had instead hunted those Machine race members according to the proper sequence, he estimated it would have taken a considerably longer period to break through to his current realm.

It could be said that this journey to the galaxy-level resource node had accelerated his cultivation efficiency by a full fifty percent or so.

Having finished his internal assessment, Qin Feng habitually opened the personal combat power rankings.

He wished to observe the shifts in the external situation over these past sixty years.

He was astonished by what he saw; the current top one hundred of the combat power rankings had undergone an extremely massive transformation compared to sixty years ago.

"It seems that those top-tier powerhouses whose strength is truly at the forefront, like myself and Caesar, are mostly still concealing their true capabilities."

"Presently, most of those ranked high on this list are rogue martial artists I have never heard of.

Yet almost none of the leaders of the large-scale galaxy alliances appear on this list."

"Presumably, everyone must have already learned of the hidden rule that 'the celestial geniuses of foreign races will prioritize hunting the top one hundred powerhouses on the combat power rankings.'

Therefore, they are all deliberately controlling their points and have not lightly taken action."

"Another highly crucial reason is that those martial artists who relied on their formidable strength to establish large galaxy alliances in the early stages of the competition must now prioritize facing the endless armies of the Machine race within their territories.

They simply do not possess the time or energy to venture outward to contest 'galaxy-level resources'."

Qin Feng, as per his routine, formed his own clear judgment regarding the overall situation of the current competition.

Right at that moment, the competition jade token suddenly vibrated violently, projecting a conspicuous crimson light screen.

[Announcement: The competition timeline has progressed to the eight hundredth year!]

[1. Tournament Format Update: The dispersion of "stellar-level resources" is vastly increased; from this day forth, a stellar-level resource node shall appear within every single stellar system.]

[2. Compulsory Mission: All participants must eliminate 100 stellar-level Machine race entities within the designated timeframe.

Should anyone fail to complete the mandated quota of Machine race eliminations prior to the arrival of the nine hundredth year of the competition, they shall be directly disqualified!]

[3. Mission Rewards: Following the 800th year of the competition, slaying the Machine race shall yield a massive amount of combat power points.]

[4. Resource Update: The dispersion of "galaxy-level resources" is vastly increased.]

[5. Rule Update: Expand the hunting range of the "Celestial Geniuses of the Myriad Races."]

Looking at the brand-new rules refreshing upon the competition jade token, each carrying a mandatory tone, Qin Feng’s gaze remained calm and unruffled, his mind already understanding.

Sure enough, everything aligned precisely with Caesar’s previous predictions.

When the competition reached the critical juncture of the eight hundredth year, the organizers introduced massive alterations to the entire tournament format and rules.

Virtually the instant the new rules were announced, the public forum of the entire grand war zone instantly erupted into a frenzy.

Countless posts discussing the new tournament rules emerged frantically like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, completely flooding the entire forum.

"Qin Feng, have you seen the latest tournament rules?"

At almost the exact same moment, Caesar’s message arrived as expected through the subspace friend channel.

"I see them,"

Qin Feng replied succinctly.

"What are your thoughts?"

Caesar inquired.

"Hmm..."

Qin Feng pondered for a brief moment, organizing his thoughts before speaking slowly, "First, it is glaringly obvious that the organizers have begun the final, and most brutal, 'concluding' process for this protracted Cosmic Genius Warfare."

"Look at the first and second rules.

The organizers mandate that all participants must slay a certain number of the Machine race within the designated timeframe, otherwise, they will be directly disqualified.

Concurrently, slaying the Machine race will grant a massive amount of combat power points.

Between this push and pull, it will undoubtedly eliminate an exceptionally vast number of martial artists lacking sufficient strength once again."

"Secondly, 'a stellar-level resource node shall appear within every single stellar system occupied by participants.'

This scale of resource dispersion can be called terrifying.

But do not forget, a large number of stellar systems are currently within the occupied territories of the Machine race.

To obtain these resources, one must first engage in a bloody battle against the Machine race entrenched there; in reality, they are difficult to secure, serving as a reinforcement for the Machine race.

And after absorbing these stellar-level resources, the strength of those Machine race forces will inevitably undergo an earth-shattering transformation."

When encountering this 'enhanced' version of the mechanical tribe, the quality of the machine soul cores we can obtain will naturally be stronger, and correspondingly, the points we can earn will likely be greater as well.

But the difficulty has increased by a lot."

Hearing Qin Feng's analysis, Caesar quickly sent back a reply: "You're right, Qin Feng. The competition organizers are personally doing the final 'cleanup' work for this match."

"Mm."

Qin Feng continued, "Including that last rule, 'Expanding the hunting range of the myriad race prodigies,' it's the same.

All signs indicate that the competition organizers are already starting to eliminate a large number of 'redundant' martial artists."

"However, correspondingly, there is a huge increase in the amount of resources being released.

Look, even the release of star-level resources has been greatly increased... This means that as long as we can successfully survive this brutal 'great elimination,' the total amount of resources we can obtain will exceed everyone's imagination.

In these last two hundred years, breaking through into true star-level in one go is not an impossible task."

Having said this, Qin Feng's tone suddenly shifted.

"Besides that, Caesar, have you noticed one issue?"

"What issue?"

"I have personally experienced the vastness and preciousness of star-level resources.

So... for us leaders of the Star Alliance, should we prioritize leading the alliance's martial artists under our command to attack the mechanical tribe and help them complete that mandatory elimination task?

Or should we, after completing our own task targets, immediately go alone to compete for those limited star-level resources?

This is a difficult choice."

Qin Feng's voice grew somewhat low.

"If it weren't for this vast Star Alliance we established back then, we might never have been able to conquer so many star systems, nor could we have accumulated such a huge advantage when we first entered the stellar level.

We made the alliance, and the alliance made us; the Star Alliance allowed us to walk at the forefront of all contestants' strength, and on this basis, roll up this enormous snowball."

"Now, with our strength, completing that elimination task of killing one hundred stellar-level mechanical tribe members is definitely easy.

The time required is also the shortest.

So, after we finish our own tasks, do we have an obligation, or rather, is it necessary to continue helping them complete theirs?"

"You must know, the competition only has the last two hundred years left.

If we want to secure a top hundred, or even higher ranking, we must race against time and not slack off in the slightest."

This question was extremely sharp and extremely realistic.

Caesar's message came quickly, clearly showing he had already considered this.

"I just thought about this issue too."

Caesar's voice remained calm and steady.

"Of the three hundred star systems our alliance occupies, we have successfully conquered two hundred of them in these sixty years.

Now, there are the last one hundred star systems left that we haven't had time to conquer.

I just checked the latest task targets: each contestant needs to kill one hundred stellar-level mechanical tribe members."

"And now, even in the weakest star systems within our territory, the number of stellar-level mechanical tribe members entrenched there is at least over a hundred thousand.

Just those last one hundred star systems we haven't conquered yet have enough mechanical tribe members for the millions of stellar-level martial artists under our alliance to share."

"As for our goal, it is those vast 'uninhabited zones' completely occupied by the mechanical tribe. My plan is for us to prioritize conquering those uninhabited zone star systems that are close to our rear respawn points.

Doing this, first, can thoroughly ensure the absolute safety of our rear respawn points;

second, it can also weaken the power of the top mechanical tribe members in these star systems in advance.

By then, our newly promoted, slightly weaker stellar-level martial artists can complete their own kill targets relatively safely in these star systems we have 'cleaned up.'"

"Achieving these things, as leaders of the alliance, we have already done enough.

After completing these, we no longer need to worry about those martial artists who haven't broken through to stellar level.

As for those newly promoted stellar-level martial artists, we don't have that much time to look after them anymore."

Caesar concluded, "This is the most beneficial plan I can think of for all the martial artists under our command.

After helping them complete the most basic elimination targets, the two of us will immediately set out to select the most efficient star-level resource points to plunder."

"Good."

Qin Feng agreed without hesitation.

With Caesar's thorough plan, they could give the martial artists under their alliance the best explanation.

And it wouldn't waste too much of their own precious cultivation time.

"Then it's decided."

Caesar said, "By the way, Qin Feng, how is your current strength?"

After all the plans were discussed and finalized, Caesar finally had time to ask about Qin Feng's progress.

"Not bad. I've successfully constructed an indestructible projection at the ten million light-year level.

Next, only the most crucial step of tempering mental power remains."

Qin Feng answered truthfully.

"...That's fast."

On the other end of the communication, Caesar was clearly silent for a moment.

"My progress is now about eighty percent.

This is after my cultivation method successfully broke through to the 'Great Completion' realm, causing my cultivation speed to surge significantly."

"I estimate that after I finish this mechanical tribe kill target, I should also successfully complete the ten million light-year level indestructible projection, barely catching up to your current progress.

By then, you'll probably have already tempered your golden mental power."

"No problem."

Qin Feng smiled and said, "Our goal is the top hundred. Then, we'll absorb as many resources as possible, striving to advance to true star-level martial artists before the competition ends. Even take a few steps within the star level."

"Good! Then, let's start the assembly!"

"Good."

Qin Feng ended the communication, glanced at the mandatory task flashing red on his jade token.

[Task Objective: Kill 100 stellar-level mechanical tribe members.]

[Remaining Time: 99 years 364 days.]

[Task Failure Penalty: Direct elimination.]

Light flickered, a ripple of spatial distortion passed by, and Qin Feng's figure instantly vanished from the spot through subspace teleportation.

At the same time, Caesar also sent an emergency assembly order on the alliance's private forum, summoning all martial artists above stellar level to immediately gather at the Library Planet.

...

Library Planet.

When Qin Feng's figure once again appeared here, this vast starfield had already gathered dense, powerful silhouettes like fish crossing a river.

All the stellar-level warriors from the "Six Galaxy Alliance" had assembled here.

Qin Feng and Caesar floated silently at the very front of all the warriors.

Qin Feng made a rough estimate: from the seven hundredth year of the tournament to the present eight hundredth year, in just a hundred years, their "Six Galaxy Alliance" had actually birthed over a million stellar-level powerhouses!

Clearly, in this brutal "Mechanical Clan Rebellion," everyone had worked hard enough and been lucky enough.

A million stellar-level warriors gathered here, their eyes filled with heartfelt respect as they looked at Qin Feng.

Many among them had heard of Qin Feng's recent feat: pursued by a prodigy of the myriad races for a full thirty years, yet ultimately escaping alive.

Though there might have been a touch of luck involved,

It was enough to illustrate from the side just how unfathomably strong Qin Feng's true power was!

They asked themselves: if they were in his place, facing such a terrifying pursuit, they probably couldn't have lasted even a single day.

Let alone escaping successfully right under the pursuer's nose.

After everyone had arrived, Caesar stepped forward and announced to all the detailed plan he had previously discussed with Qin Feng.

Caesar made it clear that the next actions would prioritize completing the mandatory "Mechanical Clan elimination quota."

He and Qin Feng would first choose those "uninhabited zones" near the alliance's borders that were completely controlled by the Mechanical Clan, to proactively weaken the strongest Mechanical Clan forces there.

As for the hundred galaxies within the alliance's territory that had not yet been conquered, where the Mechanical Clan's strength was relatively weaker, they would leave those for the less powerful stellar-level warriors to handle on their own.

All alliance members present expressed sincere approval and support for this plan.

"But, let me be blunt first,"

Caesar added, "After Qin Feng and I finish our own quotas and help you clear out the strongest Mechanical Clan in nearby galaxies, we'll leave directly.

We won't come back, like babysitters, to capture large numbers of Mechanical Clan for you to finish off and complete your tasks...

That's not realistic, and we don't have that much time."

"We understand!"

The million stellar-level powerhouses present responded in unison.

They all knew very well that Qin Feng and Caesar had no obligation to be this good to them.

The Galaxy Alliance, in essence, was a community of shared interests.

Everyone took what they needed; no one owed anyone anything.

The alliance had made the two men, helping them snowball their power, but hadn't the two men also made the alliance? Without them, many warriors would have been eliminated long ago, let alone following along to feast on resources until now?

Everyone had undergone the war group's ideological education and could clearly see right from wrong, so no one harbored resentment.

Caesar and Qin Feng were willing to leave the relatively weaker Mechanical Clan for them to "grind" their task quotas, and willing to take the lead to clear out the most dangerous enemies in advance.

That was already the utmost kindness.

As for those warriors who still couldn't break through to the stellar level in the next hundred years, only ruthless elimination awaited them.

(The End)