Chapter 240: The Nearest Way is the Long Way Around! Geniuses of Ten Thousand Races! Qin

Chapter 240: The Shortest Path Is the Long Way! Myriad Races' Prodigies! Qin Feng Reaches the Golden Tower! Like the Golden King

"Let's set out."

With a single command from Qin Feng and Caesar, the army of over a million stellar-level warriors gathered around the Book Planet turned into countless streaks of light, each rushing to their own battlefield.

Following the detailed battle plan laid out by Caesar, they led teams of Boundless Sea-level warriors in varying numbers, launching a large-scale campaign against the remaining hundred star systems whose situations were relatively clear.

Their primary goal was very clear—to slay one hundred stellar-level Mechanical race members before the nine hundredth year of the competition arrived, lest they be ruthlessly eliminated by the system for failing the mandatory task.

As for the secondary goal, it was naturally to obtain as many high-quality Machine Soul Cores as possible while completing the task, thereby enhancing their strength and preparing for the even more brutal competition ahead.

Meanwhile, Qin Feng, as the supreme leader of the alliance, joined Caesar in turning their gaze toward those more distant, more dangerous star systems—the "no-man's-land" galaxies already fully occupied by the Mechanical race.

According to the official numbering on the war zone map, their first target was the nearest no-man's-land—Galaxy No. 450.

Qin Feng's figure flickered across the vast sea of stars, constantly teleporting through subspace at superluminal speeds.

He was like a god of death; every time he appeared, it meant a Mechanical race stronghold entrenched in a star system was utterly annihilated, and a Mechanical race powerhouse was completely slain.

It was a tedious process.

Even with his terrifying strength, now that he had forged the "Foundation of the Eternal Singularity," he still found it deeply troublesome when facing these "fully developed" Mechanical race beings that had evolved for centuries.

"These Mechanical race... after fully occupying an entire star system, or even multiple star systems, and receiving another massive influx of resources from the competition organizers... their rate of strength improvement is simply terrifying."

After destroying the fifth Mechanical race stronghold, a sense of shock involuntarily arose in Qin Feng's heart.

After all, following the sixty-year seclusion with the "Eye of Tzeentch's Chosen," his strength had undergone earth-shattering changes.

But even so,

when facing a vast Mechanical race "empire" that had successfully occupied over ten star systems, Qin Feng still could not instantly slay them like he could with other races' experts of the same level.

At the very least, he had to spend several days clearing out the overwhelming tide of mechanical creations in that starfield before he could kill the true body of the Mechanical race lifeform.

If it were a Green-skinned Orc of the same level, known for its thick hide and resilience, Qin Feng was confident he could blast both its body and soul into dust in an instant!

Several days, versus an instant.

The gap represented by this was enormous.

"This is the nearly cheating racial talent of the Mechanical race."

"Their Machine Soul Core can be transferred at any time, without any delay, to any mechanical creation they have personally crafted.

There is probably a distance limit, but I have yet to see its upper bound.

A Mechanical race that occupies over a dozen star systems commands a number of mechanical creations that has already reached astronomical figures.

Trying to find the one and only true body carrying its soul among such a vast base is like looking for a needle in a haystack."

"Moreover, to be safe, they will pre-hide a large number of mechanical creations in remote, deep space far from the main battlefield, as their 'backup plan.'"

"It's not that I can't defeat them; it's just... too troublesome."

During this hunting period, Qin Feng even encountered an extremely cunning Mechanical race lifeform.

That creature had secretly built a massive, backup mechanical creation base in the ten-thousand-meter depths of an ocean planet in another starfield, dozens of star systems away from its main base.

If Qin Feng's mental strength had not grown to the terrifying level of covering several starfields, that creature might have successfully escaped by shedding its shell.

The Mechanical race is indeed a headache-inducing species.

Their survivability is outrageously strong.

The title of "Top-Tier Cosmic Race" is no empty boast.

And this is only within the limited confines of this competition zone, with all sorts of restrictions.

If it were in the vast, true battlefield of myriad races, who knows how far and in what unimaginable places those ancient Mechanical race monsters, who have lived for eons, would have pre-stored their own mechanical creations.

The Mechanical race—this species has an extremely high ceiling, but also an extremely high floor.

They are incredibly hard to kill, which is one of the main reasons why few in the Empire choose to enhance their strength by plundering large numbers of "Machine Soul Cores."

Because the cost-performance ratio is simply too low.

...

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh—

Qin Feng reached out again, pocketing a freshly acquired, extremely high-quality Machine Soul Core.

At the same time, he skillfully collected the precious resources newly released by the competition organizers within this star system.

He had repeated this operation countless times during this period.

And after killing this powerful Mechanical race lifeform, the competition jade token at Qin Feng's waist finally displayed a long-awaited information prompt.

[Prompt: You have successfully slain one hundred stellar-level Mechanical race lifeforms.]

[Prompt: Your mandatory elimination task has been completed.]

[Prompt: You have gained a large amount of combat points...]

[Prompt: Your current personal ranking is: 74th place.]

"Finally, done."

"It took a year to hunt down one hundred stellar-level Mechanical race lifeforms."

"These one hundred high-quality Machine Soul Cores should be enough for me to begin tempering my mental strength."

"Incidentally, they should also allow me to formally push the 'Tenfold Hand' to the 'Minor Achievement' stage."

"I never imagined that merely hunting these one hundred stellar-level Mechanical race lifeforms would take a full year."

Qin Feng murmured to himself.

Then he contacted Caesar and found that Caesar had also completed the task of slaying one hundred Mechanical race lifeforms.

Their progress was surprisingly consistent.

This was not strange.

Although Qin Feng's raw strength was now a notch above Caesar's,

their power was already an absolute crushing force against over 95% of the Mechanical race lifeforms in the current war zone.

Combined with the Mechanical race's extremely cheap survival methods, the result was that what determined their hunting efficiency was no longer pure combat ability, but the "patience" to find and identify the opponent's true body.

Thus, the time they each spent was nearly the same.

"Qin Feng, I need to go into a brief seclusion immediately. I need to convert all the resources I've accumulated into strength and, in one go, achieve the 'Foundation of the Eternal Singularity.'"

"After that, I will probably slay a few more stellar-level Mechanical race and absorb their Machine Soul Cores.

On one hand, this will clear more obstacles for the alliance's follow-up forces;

on the other hand, it will allow me to stockpile more resources. Then I will try to temper my first strand of golden mental strength."

"Once I'm done with all this, I will head directly to those newly appeared galaxy-level resource points.

When the time comes, would you like to team up and act together?"

Caesar's message came swiftly through the subspace friend channel.

"We can team up."

Qin Feng replied.

"I've also just completed the kill count of one hundred.

Next, I'll first go into a brief seclusion to temper my mental strength.

Then I'll go slay some more mechanical clans to stockpile some reserve resources.

After that, I'll set off directly to compete for those galaxy-level resources.

I estimate this will take no more than ten years."

"Ten years later, I'll leave first to scout out the situation at each resource point in advance. Contact me once you're done."

Qin Feng's message was sent through the subspace transmission network.

"No problem. On my end, I reckon it'll be at least thirty years from now."

Caesar replied.

"In this major war zone, it's truly a case of one step ahead, every step ahead. As long as you can successfully snowball in the early stages, the lead will only widen."

After the two briefly agreed on their subsequent plans, Qin Feng's figure once again returned through the subspace transmission network to the icy planet where he had secluded himself for sixty years, ready to begin a round of brief seclusion.

"These one hundred machine soul cores—their owners were all quite formidable, each roughly equivalent to a star-level martial artist who had constructed an undying projection spanning a million light-years."

"Aside from these resources, there are also the core outputs from hundreds of star-level resource sites I picked up while clearing out those hundred-plus star systems."

"I wonder how much this vast trove of resources will allow my strength to improve."

Qin Feng calculated his gains this time, his heart filled with anticipation.

But he did not rush to immediately digest these resources and temper his mental strength.

Instead, he chose to immerse all his focus into the study of the *Ten Complete Hands*, a supreme nurturing method.

There are many ways to temper mental strength.

The crudest and most primitive method is for the martial artist to actively manipulate a portion of their mental strength and then instinctively, chaotically pound another portion of it.

This method can be simply understood as—hitting oneself.

Its efficiency is the lowest among all methods.

Next is tempering through a "nurturing method."

A superior nurturing method uses extremely complex force-field knowledge related to the universe's origins, constructing various profound "brands" and "runes" to more efficiently and finely "hit oneself" with one's vast mental strength.

Its efficiency is naturally higher.

However, depending on the grade of the nurturing method, the difficulty of constructing these "brands" and "runes" for tempering mental strength varies drastically.

For instance, the *Ten Complete Hands* that Qin Feng now practices requires runes so complex that one must reach the level of "a single mind used ten thousand ways."

Learning such a nurturing method is naturally extremely difficult.

But once mastered, the cultivation speed it brings is equally astonishing.

Qin Feng closed his eyes slightly, sinking all his thoughts into the subspace transmission network.

There, stored was the massive data stream containing all the inheritance of the *Ten Complete Hands*, personally issued to him by Company Commander Zhou Xiong.

It contained the general outline of the *Ten Complete Hands*, all chapters, video footage, and the vast sea of annotations Commander Zhou Xiong had made while practicing it, along with a great deal of retained mental energy.

But because it was in data stream form, Qin Feng couldn't clearly see the mental energy Commander Zhou had left behind; he could only grope his way forward based on descriptions.

If there were an enlightenment stele or a strong practitioner teaching him hand in hand, Qin Feng's progress would be faster.

Although completely conquering the new and profound chapter on "tempering mental strength" within the *Ten Complete Hands* was as difficult as a mortal climbing a ten-thousand-zhang-high, mirror-smooth cliff with bare hands,

For Qin Feng now, it was not an impossible task.

After all, his overall mastery of the *Ten Complete Hands* was infinitely close to the "minor accomplishment" stage, needing only that last bit of proficiency to step into a new realm.

He chose to immerse all his focus entirely into this seclusion.

Time always flies swiftly for a strong practitioner immersed in deep cultivation.

...

About a year later.

Under the condition that Qin Feng had unreservedly poured all the thinking power brought by his mental strength, condensed into an undying ancient tower spanning tens of millions of years, into the cultivation and deduction of the *Ten Complete Hands*,

He finally succeeded in conquering all the complex knowledge points about "tempering mental strength"!

And he successfully transformed that theoretical knowledge into practical application!

"The *Ten Complete Hands*... finally, minor accomplishment!"

At the moment he fully integrated it, a familiar pale blue virtual light screen suddenly appeared before Qin Feng's eyes.

[Ten Complete Hands (Minor Accomplishment)]

[Proficiency: 1/1000]

From "Initiation" to "Minor Accomplishment" was not just a simple change in name, but represented a qualitative leap!

Qin Feng did not hesitate.

The moment his nurturing method broke through, he immediately began cultivating according to the new tempering method in the *Ten Complete Hands*!

He carefully manipulated his mental strength and began the first "tempering" on another part of the same-source mental strength!

"According to the records of the technique, in the early stages of tempering, one can only take out a single thread of the purest mental strength to temper another thread.

This process must be gradual; haste makes waste."

"Once I successfully temper the first 'cup' portion of pure gold mental strength, I can then use a 'cup' of silver mental strength for tempering."

"Thus, unlike the previous cultivation that simply expanded the scale of the undying projection,

For the 'mental strength tempering' aspect, the more one cultivates, the faster it becomes.

After all, the higher the level of cultivation, the more 'gold mental strength' one possesses.

At that point, it's like wielding an indestructible 'golden hammer' to pound the relatively fragile 'silver iron.'"

"And this initial stage is equivalent to only being able to use a fragile 'silver hammer' to pound other 'silver iron.'"

"This is a cultivation realm that is extremely difficult at the start."

"..."

"At the same time, cultivation at this realm also requires consuming vast resources.

Because the essence of the 'tempering' process is also the classic trilogy of 'damage, recovery, and improvement.'"

Qin Feng muttered to himself as he thoroughly sorted out all the key points and precautions for this new realm.

Then, he formally began the first step of his cultivation toward the "galaxy level"!

He activated the *Ten Complete Hands*, which had reached the "minor accomplishment" stage, and began frantically absorbing the one hundred high-quality machine soul cores he had obtained this time, along with the vast resources from the hundreds of star-level resource sites!

Torrents of resources were continuously absorbed by him, used to recover and enhance the "silver iron" being pounded.

Then, Qin Feng threw himself into the repetitive, endlessly monotonous tempering and forging!

One day later.

After consuming vast quantities of resources, Qin Feng's first strand of spiritual energy, amidst a dazzling burst of radiance, finally transformed from its original silver-white into a noble, sacred, immortal, and indestructible pure gold!

"This... its essence is completely different!"

Upon sensing the terrifying might contained within this golden strand of spiritual energy, even Qin Feng, with his usual composure, could not help but be shaken.

If before, his boundless silver-white spiritual energy, spanning a scale of ten million light-years, was in essence merely solid "wood,"

then now, this seemingly insignificant wisp of golden spiritual energy was, in essence, a true "super alloy" of unimaginable strength!

The two were fundamentally different things!

"No wonder, back when I faced that Yan Sheng, I had no power to resist at all."

Only at this moment did Qin Feng truly understand where the chasm-like gulf between himself and that half-galaxy-level powerhouse lay. In the face of a higher-quality, higher-dimensional golden spiritual energy, silver-white spiritual energy could never triumph through sheer quantity alone.

Whether in destructive power, defensive capability, or the intensity of force fields...

Golden spiritual energy was, in every aspect, an overwhelming, crushing existence over silver-white spiritual energy!

"Continue."

After a brief moment of shock, Qin Feng immediately composed himself and plunged back into the monotonous cultivation.

He continued to absorb resources frantically, tempering his spiritual energy.

A month later, through his unremitting efforts, he successfully forged a "cup's worth" of golden spiritual energy.

Half a year later, the total amount of golden spiritual energy he possessed had gathered into a scale akin to a small ocean.

A year later, at the very bottom layer of his ten-million-light-year-tall [Indestructible Tower], the first "brick" forming the tower's foundation had completely transformed from its original silver-white into a dazzling, resplendent gold!

Ten years later.

When Qin Feng had completely exhausted all the resources he had obtained this time, the scale of his golden spiritual energy had reached a terrifying level of a full ten thousand light-years!

"This speed is quite fast.

In just ten years, I have successfully forged ten thousand light-years of golden spiritual energy."

Qin Feng's consciousness slowly sank into the spiritual domain, that boundless subspace.

His towering, ten-million-light-year-tall tower, with a total of nine hundred and ninety-nine layers, stood in the core region surrounding the Golden Throne.

Now, a little more than its bottommost layer had completely transformed into a brilliant gold!

Golden, profoundly mysterious runes slowly flowed across the tower's surface, exuding a sacred, noble, yet supremely majestic and terrifying aura.

"In the distance, the Emperor's Golden Throne is also this color.

My [Indestructible Tower] now has one layer that has transformed into that same gold, full of nobility and majesty, like the Golden Throne..."

Qin Feng felt genuine joy at his immense progress.

"Unknowingly, the competition has already reached its eight hundred and twelfth year.

This seclusion took a bit more time than I anticipated."

"Now, the foundation is laid, and my strength has been greatly enhanced.

It's time to go out and clear out a batch of Mechanoid experts entrenched around the Alliance's territory.

Then, I'll go seize those newly emerged, more numerous galaxy-level resources."

"Also, I need to see what the current situation is like in the outside world."

Qin Feng slowly rose from the cold ground.

As he stood up, a surging, indescribably terrifying life force spontaneously radiated from within him!

The self-induced psionic tide even caused the surrounding ice cavern, frozen for countless ages, to begin melting extensively!

But with a mere thought, Qin Feng completely restrained his own terrifying aura, capable of shaking stars.

Soon, he became indistinguishable from an ordinary person again.

All the leaked psionic tides were perfectly contained within his body.

The surrounding ice cavern gradually stopped melting.

After doing all this, Qin Feng's consciousness sank into the public forum of the war zone.

As soon as he entered, he found that the forum's atmosphere had undergone a earth-shattering change compared to twelve years ago.

Not only were there a large number of discussion threads about the newly emerged galaxy-level resource points,

but there were also countless curse threads filled with endless venom and hatred.

The reason was simple.

After the competition organizers issued the new rule mandating the "forced liquidation of the Mechanoids," the supreme leaders of numerous galaxy alliances, to avoid being slowed down by the "burdens" of their alliances in the race for galaxy-level resources, had, as if by unspoken agreement, all made the same choice—betrayal!

They directly abandoned their alliances, disbanded the forces they had painstakingly built.

Then, without looking back, they rushed off to seize those galaxy-level resources!

And the vast number of martial artists under their command, whose strength remained at the Boundless Sea level or had just entered the Stellar level, were utterly powerless to resist the terrifying Mechanoid armies that had already occupied vast territories and developed for over a hundred years, having lost the protection of their top experts!

The final outcome was either to flee or to be completely overwhelmed and devoured by the endless tide of steel!

Across the entire forum, such hate-filled posts were countless.

Qin Feng took a cursory glance.

Among those once-renowned large galaxy alliances, except for the "Six Galaxy Alliance" led by himself and Caesar, the supreme leaders of all other galaxy alliances had... all betrayed their alliances.

...

After those once-arrogant galaxy alliance leaders had all chosen betrayal, the situation in the entire war zone, like a calm lake struck by a massive boulder, instantly descended into chaos.

Most of the galaxy alliances abandoned by their leaders disintegrated into a heap of loose sand within an extremely short time.

Deprived of the coordination and restraint of their supreme leader, the remaining Stellar-level experts within the alliances began to fight among themselves over the newly spawned, numerous Stellar-level resource points, plunging into complete disorder.

Of course, there were exceptions.

One or two galaxy alliances, after experiencing initial chaos and pain, had their remaining Stellar-level martial artists with a sense of the bigger picture spontaneously unite.

They re-elected a new leadership, began to oversee the overall situation, and led the remaining forces of the alliance to continue methodically campaigning against the Mechanoids within their territories.

At the same time, they tried their best to help more members complete the mandatory elimination tasks, and in the process, plundered resources, struggling to maintain the alliance's existence.

However, such galaxy alliances were ultimately a rare few.

As for the other, vast majority of alliances, the more powerful Stellar-level martial artists within them, upon seeing their leaders flee, immediately followed suit, one after another leaving the now-nominal alliances to become free "independents."

They began to roam the vast universe, searching for those newly emerged, unoccupied Stellar-level resource points.

The reason was simple.

The rapid disintegration of numerous alliances meant that large swaths of territory originally occupied by them had become "no-man's land."

And the Mechanoids entrenched in these unclaimed regions were also expanding their strength frantically.

Chaos meant opportunity.

For these powerful independent martial artists, the vast number of Stellar-level resource points in those "no-man's lands," freed by the dissolution of alliances, were like rich, bountiful hunting grounds waiting to be harvested.

For a time, the entire war zone was thrown into utter chaos.

Big fish eat small fish, small fish eat shrimp.

The law of darkness was, at this moment, laid bare in all its starkness.

To this day, the number of galaxy alliances that can still barely stand firm and maintain their organizational integrity does not exceed three.

“Heh, this is too ironic.”

Gazing at the chaotic scene on the forum, a faint, ambiguous smile—part mockery, part rue—curled at the corner of Qin Feng’s mouth.

He saw countless posts on the forum, each cursing the shameless leaders who had betrayed their own alliances with the most venomous words.

It was worth noting that most of those powerful figures who chose betrayal, once freed from the shackles of their alliances, immediately threw themselves into a frenzied scramble for the newly emerged galaxy-level resources.

Many of them, relying on their far superior strength, did indeed succeed in seizing more than one galaxy-level resource point after fierce battles.

Yet what awaited them was not a meteoric rise in power.

[Breaking! ‘Kato Alliance’ former leader Kato, at the ‘Weeping Star River’ resource point, was instantly killed by ‘Stone Clan Prodigy’ Shi Panshan! His undying phantom spanning five million light-years was utterly powerless before him!]

[Hahaha! Just snatched the galaxy-level resource, hadn’t even warmed it up, and got caught—what a well-deserved death!]

[LOL! These prodigies of myriad races can apparently use subspace teleportation too! Probably a special privilege from the organizers! That fool Kato thought teleporting away would save him?]

[This is the price of betraying the alliance! Serves him right!]

[We fought tooth and nail alongside him for so many years. Not only did he embezzle the lion’s share of the alliance’s resources, but when galaxy-level resources skyrocketed, he bolted without a second thought!

Even worse, before fleeing, he personally killed many old brothers in the alliance to snatch their resources!]

[Unbearable.

To be honest, pure betrayal I can still understand.

Everyone has their own ambitions, vying for a top-hundred spot in the great war zone—some betrayal is only human.

But to turn around and kill your own people after betraying them—that’s just too much.

All I can say is, this time, it’s a well-deserved death!]

[Haha…]

In Qin Feng’s observation, posts like these were hardly rare on the forum now.

A considerable number of leader-level figures who had betrayed their alliances, having gone on killing sprees while seizing galaxy-level resources, saw their rankings on the power list skyrocket in a short time.

Their inevitable end was to be precisely locked onto by those prodigies of myriad races, like sharks scenting blood.

Then came pursuit, fall, and elimination from the stage.

Of course, there were also many leader-level figures who chose betrayal, seized galaxy-level resources, and saw their rankings soar as well.

However, most of them only hovered around the eightieth or ninetieth positions, temporarily spared from the prodigies’ hunt.

But such a “lively” scene only occurred in the first decade or so after the new rules were enacted.

Now, a great many clear-headed strongmen, through analysis of these bloody cases, had deduced the inner mechanism by which the “prodigies of myriad races” hunted warriors.

[[Sticky Post][In-Depth Analysis] The Final Hypothesis on the Hunting Mechanism of the ‘Prodigies of Myriad Races’!]

[Attention! After decades of observation and data analysis, it is now basically confirmed: The primary criteria for the prodigies of myriad races to hunt us human warriors are our ‘real-time ranking’ and ‘latent potential’!

That is, if you possess the terrifying potential to enter the top ten, even if your current ranking is in the seventies, eighties, or even nineties, those prodigies will likely ‘spare’ you for now.

Like seasoned hunters, they will patiently wait until your ranking soars into the top ten after some battle, then launch a fatal hunt!]

[Based on extremely reliable intelligence and my own bold speculation: The points the prodigies of myriad races gain from hunting top-ten power list warriors versus hunting ‘small fry’ in the eighties or nineties are completely different!

They, too, seem to need a large number of points to trade for their own lives from the referee, ‘Nine Spirit King’!]

[Attention! Multiple cases confirm: The prodigies of myriad races can use subspace teleportation without limit!

Its range covers our entire great war zone!

Do not harbor any illusions!]

[Attention! Based on currently available intelligence: The prodigies of myriad races seem only able to precisely see the coordinates of warriors ranked in the top thousand on the power list!

That is, if you’re not in the top thousand, as long as you don’t have the rotten luck to run into one directly, you basically don’t need to worry about being hunted by them!]

This post, with its logical and well-reasoned analysis, was posted by the former leader of a galaxy alliance named “Nine Yuan,” which had also disbanded.

It was said that this strongman, called [Nine Yuan], hailed from the “Emperor’s Children” war band and was also a prodigy of formidable strength.

Yet records of his actions were scarce.

Of course, beneath this post, there was also a deluge of insults and abuse of all kinds.

Clearly, this strongman named “Nine Yuan” had also betrayed his own alliance.

Posts discussing the “prodigies of myriad races” like this were not few on the forum now.

And among all the surviving warriors in the entire great war zone, their views on the “prodigies of myriad races” were strikingly unanimous.

That is, at this current juncture, the prodigies of myriad races were absolutely invincible!

Anyone facing them would only meet instant death!

In everyone’s current conception, the prodigies of myriad races were a group of invincible, terrifying “hunters” deliberately released by the organizers to increase the difficulty and elimination rate of the competition.

“Heh, a bunch of fools.”

Having read through the chaos on the forum, a sneer of contempt curled at the corner of Qin Feng’s mouth.

“In truth, though a single machine soul core of the mechanical race is not as valuable as those galaxy-level resource points,

if you gather enough of them, bit by bit, the total resources they bring won’t be inferior to those galaxy-level resource points.

It’s just that hunting them takes more time and effort, and the efficiency isn’t as high.”

“For us, methodically using the machine soul cores of the mechanical race to rapidly boost our own cultivation, until we can contend with the prodigies of myriad races, and then calmly seize those galaxy-level resource points—

this is the safest and most correct playstyle under the current version.”

“In the great war zone now, the shortest path is the long way around!”

Qin Feng smiled, then slowly closed his eyes.

In his mind, like a film playing, he began to replay every detail of the thirty years he had been relentlessly hunted by Yan Sheng of the Holy Spirit Fire Clan.

Every movement of Yan Sheng, every strike, even the subtle shifts of his golden spiritual power—all surfaced in his mind with crystal clarity.

Soon, after countless precise deductions and calculations, Qin Feng reached a conclusion that left him somewhat resigned.

“With my current strength, if I were to face that Yan Sheng again, my final win rate… is still zero.”

“The gap in power between us is simply too vast.”

“After all, he is a true ‘prodigy of myriad races,’ not some ordinary small fry.”

“It seems I must stay steady and not get reckless.”

“First, as planned, I’ll kill more high-level mechanical race for the alliance. Consider it as stockpiling some spare resources for myself.”

“If I can completely temper the hundredth floor of the [Undying Tower] into gold,

I should be able to ensure that Yan Sheng won’t kill me easily anymore.

But then, I’ll probably still be chased by him like a sticky plaster.”

"Once you provoke him, you'll never be able to plunder resources in peace again."

"If I could temper the five-hundred-story tower entirely into gold, then I could truly achieve a 'fifty-fifty' standoff with Yan Sheng.

At that point, I should be able to shake off his pursuit with ease—and if his killing arts realm were a bit higher, I might even have a chance to slay him!"

"And if I could temper this nine-hundred-ninety-nine-story [Indestructible Tower] completely into gold...

Then I would ascend to become a true 'galactic-level' powerhouse!

By then, prodigies of myriad races like Yan Sheng would be at my mercy, slain with a flick of the wrist."

"Based on my memories from back then, Yan Sheng's strength was roughly at the level of having tempered about five hundred stories of the tower into gold.

However, the killing arts he mastered were somewhat superior to mine."

Qin Feng made a relatively objective judgment in his own mind.

"But all of this is calculated based on Yan Sheng's strength from those days.

Now, over a hundred years have passed—that bastard's power has likely grown even stronger."

(The chapter ends)