Chapter 245: Breaking into Galaxy Level! Facing the Ten Great Geniuses of Ten Thousand Races, Chaos

Chapter 245: Breaking into the Galactic Level! Facing the Ten Prodigies of Myriad Races, the Chosen of Chaos! The Final Moment!

"What fearsome strength!"

Yan Sheng’s golden pupils contracted sharply, reflecting Qin Feng’s towering, abyss-like Indestructible Pagoda.

Upon that pagoda, nine hundred tiers of dazzling, pure gold light interwoven with the remaining one hundred silver-white tiers at the summit, creating a nearly flawless aura of oppression. The spiritual pressure it radiated caused even this top prodigy of the Holy Spirit Flame Race to feel a sudden pang of trepidation.

"Qin Feng! Failing to eliminate you back then was indeed the greatest mistake of my journey!"

His voice carried a trace of regret mixed with unconcealed shock.

He recalled that thirty-year-old chase from centuries past. Back then, Qin Feng had been nothing more than an ant in his eyes—one with a resilient lifeforce, but an ant he could crush at any moment.

Had it not been for the damnable restrictions of the tournament rules, where that invisible 'Subspace Chain' bound the vast majority of his power, he possessed absolute confidence that he could have utterly obliterated Qin Feng in an instant.

"If not for that wretched Subspace Chain, I would have slain you long ago!"

Yan Sheng hissed through gritted teeth, tempestuous flame psionic energy leaking from his body and causing the surrounding space to warp slightly from the heat.

Though his heart overflowed with reluctance, he had to admit the terrifying nature of the human before him.

The human race's method of nurturing top combatants through brutally cruel internal elimination processes was efficient to an appalling degree.

Yan Sheng could not help but think of his own race, the Holy Spirits.

They were the darlings of cosmic energy, born of heaven and earth without parents, possessing immense power from birth.

Yet precisely because of this, the concepts of 'inheritance' and 'teaching' did not exist among them.

Every single resource had to be fought for and seized by oneself.

Should they happen to encounter an elder of their own race, far from receiving guidance or protection, they were highly likely to be slaughtered and devoured without hesitation, viewed merely as a potential threat or a walking resource.

They adhered to the most primitive, bloodiest law of the jungle.

"Furthermore... this cultivation method of the human race..."

Yan Sheng’s gaze locked dead onto the meticulously structured, majestically aura-laden Indestructible Pagoda behind Qin Feng, then thought of the Blazing Divine Sun he had shaped himself, musing inward: "It actually seems quite extraordinary."

He could sense that it was not a simple piling of energy, but rather something polished through intricate shaping into a Dao foundation that subtly aligned with the supreme laws of the universe, capable of infinite growth and refinement.

This was far more stable and possessed greater potential than the 'Blazing Divine Sun' given to him by the Nine Spirit King.

"The method the Nine Spirit King gave me is far too shallow..."

Countless thoughts flashed through Yan Sheng’s mind before he swiftly suppressed his murderous intent and shock, restoring his composure.

He spoke in a deep voice, attempting to seize the initiative: "Qin Feng, there are too many bystanders here. Why don't you and I join forces? Once I slaughter them all, you and I can have a fair duel. What say you?"

Hearing this, a cold arc curved up the corner of Qin Feng’s mouth, as if he had just heard the greatest joke in the world.

"He

Although all paths lead to the same destination, the ultimate goal is to elevate the levels of vitality and spiritual power, striving to reach the "Black Hole Level" capable of bearing vast knowledge and exploring the truths of the universe, yet the specific methods of cultivation should differ as vastly as heaven and earth.

Yan Sheng's power system seemed to share some eerie similarity with that of the human race.

Just as Qin Feng was pondering, Yan Sheng moved.

Verbal sparring had become meaningless; only the purest force could determine the final victor.

"Kill——!"

With a thunderous roar, Yan Sheng's figure transformed into a golden line of fire that pierced heaven and earth, charging straight at Qin Feng!

The projection of the "Blazing Divine Sun" behind him blazed fiercely, releasing a terrifying heat capable of melting stars. The entire Cloud Mist Mountain trembled violently under this power, countless rocks and corpses instantly turning into magma.

A peak showdown that would decide fate had begun!

Qin Feng stood tall, clad only in a black training uniform with no enhancements.

He held the pitch-black [Star-Swallowing] spear, thrusting it like a dragon, with no superfluous movements—each strike carried the essence of simplicity within the grand Dao.

Yet, upon that seemingly unadorned spear tip converged an immensely complex "Spiritual-Psychic Force Field," composed of billions of runic imprints.

The martial truth of [Vast Mountain Range] and the supreme might of [Indestructible Tower] were perfectly fused, making each of his spear thrusts feel like moving an ancient divine mountain—heavy, brutal, and unstoppable.

Yan Sheng's combat style was the complete opposite—wild, violent, and grand.

He wielded no weapons; his fists, burning with golden holy flames, were his strongest arms.

With every punch, the "Blazing Divine Sun" projection behind him resonated, conjuring terrifying visions—now a Golden Crow divine bird incinerating all things, now a flame dragon roaring across the star sea.

His power was filled with the will to destroy and burn everything.

Boom——!

The two figures clashed fiercely atop Cloud Mist Mountain.

Each collision between spear tip and fist unleashed a terrifying energy shockwave comparable to a supernova.

The thick clouds that had shrouded the entire mountain were instantly evaporated and dispersed at the start of the battle.

The indestructible mountain body, under the aftershocks of these two half-galaxy-level beings, crumbled like tofu.

Massive boulders were ground to dust, bottomless ravines crisscrossed in all directions, and the entire summit of Cloud Mist Mountain was shaved down by tens of thousands of meters in just a few tens of minutes of combat!

This fierce battle lasted a full five years.

Over those five years, the battlefield between Qin Feng and Yan Sheng shifted from the summit of Cloud Mist Mountain to its midslope, then to the base, and finally back to the peak.

The entire colossal mountain, comparable in size to a galaxy, was pockmarked and disfigured, with countless "Blood Fruits" and "Corpse Fruits" that had taken tens of thousands of years to mature reduced to ash in the battle's aftermath.

Qin Feng, relying on his more exquisite control of killing techniques and his more profound foundation, consistently held the upper hand in the fight.

He had driven Yan Sheng to the brink of death several times, the tip of the [Star-Swallowing] spear piercing Yan Sheng's "Holy Fire Golden Body" more than once, leaving wounds deep enough to see bone.

On several occasions, he was only a hair's breadth away from completely crushing Yan Sheng's "Blazing Divine Sun" projection and eliminating him.

But Yan Sheng's vitality and regenerative power were equally terrifying; the eighty percent golden spiritual energy granted him unparalleled resilience.

Every time he was on the verge of death, he would burn his own essence to unleash even greater strength, breaking free from Qin Feng's fatal traps by sheer force.

Five years, for beings of their level, was but a fleeting moment.

The nine hundred and fiftieth year of the competition arrived.

The cold, mechanical rule prompt of the Great War Zone echoed in the minds of every survivor.

[The Great War Zone territory begins to shrink. Remaining galaxies: 100.]

This also marked the end of the first phase of the fierce struggle between Qin Feng and Yan Sheng.

Five years of unbroken, high-intensity combat had made Yan Sheng deeply aware of a cruel reality: in a pure, head-on confrontation, he was no match for Qin Feng.

The stability of Qin Feng's foundation, the subtlety of his killing techniques, and his endurance all exceeded Yan Sheng's imagination.

If the fight continued, his defeat was only a matter of time.

"Qin Feng, just you wait!"

Yan Sheng let out a furious roar. Taking advantage of the explosion from a violent clash, he turned without hesitation, transformed into a streak of light, tore through space, and began a frantic escape.

Thus began a long chase spanning the last one hundred galaxies.

Yan Sheng did not flee without a plan.

He quickly devised an extremely vicious strategy—using the competition's rules to hinder Qin Feng.

Every time he performed a subspace teleportation, he precisely chose galaxy-level resource points where other martial artists had gathered as his landing spots.

According to the rules, if martial artists met without engaging in combat, both sides would have their points deducted.

He intended to splash this dirty water onto Qin Feng.

At a resource point called "Starlight Coral Reef," hundreds of martial artists were carefully harvesting energy corals that sparkled like stars.

Suddenly, space rippled violently, and Yan Sheng, covered in blood and with a weakened aura, stumbled into the midst of the crowd.

Before anyone could react, another spatial rift opened, and Qin Feng, holding his black spear and radiating murderous intent, followed closely behind.

"It's Yan Sheng!"

"Behind him... it's Qin Feng!"

"Run! That plague has brought that demon here!"

Seeing this, the martial artists were terrified out of their wits.

Over the past ten years, Qin Feng's fearsome reputation had spread throughout the Great War Zone.

Without hesitation, they abandoned the resources before them, scattering like startled birds in all directions.

Qin Feng frowned slightly.

If he wanted to pursue Yan Sheng, he would first have to deal with these "witnesses"; otherwise, every one that escaped would cost him precious points.

"Sorry."

Qin Feng had no choice.

He snorted coldly, and the [Indestructible Tower] descended once more, the martial truth of [Vast Mountain Range] sweeping across the field.

After a brief and bloody massacre, the martial artists there were wiped clean.

But this momentary delay allowed Yan Sheng to escape again, teleporting to the next location.

Such scenes played out repeatedly over the next ten years.

From "Starlight Coral Reef" to "Giant God's Skeleton," then to "Void Wind Eye"... Yan Sheng was like a moving calamity; wherever he went, Qin Feng's pursuit followed.

And thus, Qin Feng earned an even more notorious epithet—"The Cleaner."

Of course, Qin Feng's energy was limited, and occasionally one or two stragglers slipped away.

But losing a few scattered points here and there didn't matter—as long as he killed Yan Sheng, he would gain a massive 1,000 points!

On the Great War Zone's forum, the surviving martial artists buzzed with discussion.

"I had just picked two fruits at the 'Golden Tree' when that bastard Yan Sheng teleported in, with Qin Feng right behind him. I barely escaped!"

"Who hasn't? I saw with my own eyes 'Mad Blade' Luo Heng, ranked ninety-seventh on the combat power list, crushed by Qin Feng's spear because he was a step too slow. Too tragic!"

"Now when people see Yansheng, they fear him more than they fear the Chosen of Chaos.

The former means you might die; the latter means you will definitely die, because Qin Feng is surely right behind him."

"But come to think of it, Qin Feng's strength is just too terrifying.

He's been hunting Yansheng for a full ten years, and he can still spare the attention to clean up bystanders like us—he's an absolute monster!"

"Yeah, and his power seems to be growing stronger... He's just unreasonable."

"He's mastered the killing method, and he's about to break through to the Galactic level—far stronger than even the first echelon!"

The murmurs of the surviving warriors accurately laid out the truth.

In this long chase, Qin Feng had not slackened in the slightest.

His mind was split in two: one part focused on hunting Yansheng and clearing the "obstacles" along the way, while the other sank into the depths of his consciousness, driving the supreme cultivation method *Tenfold Hand* as he furiously refined the vast sea of corpse fruits and resources plundered from Cloud Mist Mountain and subsequent battles.

The silver-white region at the top of his **Indestructible Tower**, the final hundred layers, was being steadily and inexorably tinged with brilliant gold.

He cultivated amid battle, and transformed amid the hunt.

Thus, another ten years passed.

This chase, spanning dozens of star systems, was finally drawing to a close.

The vast majority of warriors caught up in it became souls beneath Qin Feng's spear, contributing massive amounts of points and resources to him.

Only fewer than fifty luckier warriors managed to escape his pursuit, but that cost Qin Feng fifty points.

As for Yansheng, he had truly reached the end of his rope.

His injuries had accumulated to a critical degree, making it impossible for him to shake off Qin Feng's lock.

**Tournament time: Year 960.**

**[The Great War Zone territory begins to shrink. Remaining star systems: 10.]**

The entire arena was compressed into an unprecedentedly narrow space.

The more than five thousand surviving warriors, like venomous insects thrown into a cauldron, engaged in the most frenzied and bloodiest final contest within these last ten star systems.

Battle, struggle, slaughter—these became the only melody of this starry sky.

The occasional appearance of a Chosen of Chaos, along with the other nine prodigies of myriad races hunting with equal ferocity, pushed the brutality of this elimination round to its peak.

The number of survivors was plummeting at an alarming rate.

At this moment, after twenty years of continuous battle and cultivation, the golden portion of Qin Feng's **Indestructible Tower** had advanced to the 950th layer.

He was only fifty layers away from true Galactic level!

Another ten years passed.

**Tournament time: Year 970.**

**[The Great War Zone territory begins to shrink. Remaining star systems: 1.]**

The final battleground had finally arrived.

Everything converged into this solitary, last star system.

Over a thousand of humanity's most elite prodigies, who had fought their way through mountains of corpses and seas of blood; ten prodigies of myriad races representing the supreme combat power of alien races; four Chosen of Chaos spreading chaos and madness; and the last—and only—Galactic-level resource point in this arena.

This was the ultimate stage.

At the center of this star system floated a colossal spherical mechanical construct, made of countless metals and runes. Inside it were sealed the countless remains and bones of powerful beings who had fallen in past battles.

Complex psychic and spiritual energy fields operated within, using myriad arcane rune imprints to continuously convert these "war embers" into energy crystals radiating a dense aura of life and spirit.

This resource point was named **War Embers**. Like Cloud Mist Mountain, it was a "graveyard" that transformed corpses into resources.

But the difference was that Cloud Mist Mountain was a natural creation of cosmic forces, while here, it was a resource site artificially modified by some super-strong being.

Though the resources produced were pure, they still bore traces of post-processing—like the cockroach paste that fed the lower classes of a hive city: usable, but far inferior to naturally grown treasures.

At this moment, around **War Embers**, over a hundred human warriors had gathered.

They were the cream of the survivors, with the construction of their golden spiritual power generally exceeding seventy percent.

But they still needed resources to complete their final accumulation.

As for the other warriors, they had likely already stockpiled resources and begun seclusion; in about thirty more years, they would be able to advance to Galactic level!

Just then, a spatial rift tore open without warning near them.

Yansheng, his aura faint to the extreme, stumbled out.

The moment Yansheng appeared, the pupils of every warrior present contracted violently.

The next second, without any exchange or hesitation, they all made the same move.

Flee!

They activated subspace teleportation without delay, abandoning even the energy crystals right before their eyes.

Because every survivor in the entire Great War Zone knew an iron law.

Yansheng, at this point, was a walking calamity, a harbinger of death.

His appearance meant only one thing—that the invincible, terrifying prodigy named Qin Feng was about to descend.

And his descent meant a purge.

...

They were not fleeing from Yansheng, but from the invisible, ever-present shadow behind him.

Yansheng stood alone atop the colossal spherical mechanism, feeling the ripples of spatial disturbances around him, and fell into a brief stupor.

He had imagined countless possibilities—perhaps they would gang up on him, perhaps they would be locked in mutual suspicion—but he had never expected that he would now be a plague that everyone avoided.

"Qin Feng..."

He murmured the name, his tone infinitely complex.

In the twenty-five years of pursuit and deadly struggle, that name had become a deep brand, etched into the core of his soul.

He suddenly raised his head, his sharp gaze sweeping across the empty cosmos, his spiritual power on high alert, waiting for the destined enemy who might descend at any moment, while rapidly recovering his own injuries.

One breath, ten breaths, one minute...

The surrounding space remained calm, save for the low hum of the giant mechanism's operation—no other movement.

The expected, overwhelming golden tower did not appear; the domineering martial intent did not descend.

Yansheng's taut nerves slowly relaxed, but what followed was a weightier unease than facing a powerful foe.

He was no fool; on the contrary, having risen from the brutal Holy Flame Clan, his combat wisdom and situational judgment far exceeded the ordinary.

A terrifying thought, like a black lightning bolt, split his mind in an instant.

"He's breaking through..."

Yansheng's pupils shrank sharply, a look of incredulous shock spreading across his handsome, arrogant face. "Breaking through in the midst of battle... This monster, he's actually going to complete the transformation from half-step Galactic to true Galactic level in the gap between fights!"

This realization filled his heart with a profound sense of helplessness.

He recalled the twenty-five years of fierce combat.

Qin Feng's power was surging at a pace discernible to the naked eye with every passing day.

For the first five years, it was true he had been suppressed by Qin Feng, yet he could still manage an occasional counterattack.

As time ground on, however, Qin Feng’s mastery of that perfected killing method grew increasingly flawless, and more terrifying still, the golden portion of his immutable tower was creeping upward at a velocity that defied all reason.

Particularly during the chases of the later phase, Yan Sheng could clearly perceive that Qin Feng had begun to divide his mind.

While maintaining a spiritual lock on him, the adversary had immersed the vast majority of his consciousness into a state of high-speed cultivation.

Was this the terrifying nature of human martial arts?

Yan Sheng's thoughts drifted into the distance.

He recalled the law of survival among the Holy Spirit Fire Clan—born of heaven and nurtured by earth, a realm of apex predators.

There was no systematic inheritance, no tender instruction.

Yet the humans... they possessed a complete, highly efficient, and even arguably luxurious system for cultivating geniuses.

From the planetary level to the stellar level, and further still to this higher realm involving the immutable projection and golden spiritual force, every single step was mapped with a clear path and method.

Much like that heaven-defying nurturing technique called the Ten Perfect Hands used by Qin Feng, which actually allowed a martial artist to maintain high-speed cultivation amidst active combat—this was a miracle utterly unimaginable within the comprehension of the Holy Spirit Fire Clan.

"At the same realm of cultivation, when it comes to the meticulous control and efficient utilization of one's own power, I fear only those legendary peak races of the universe could slightly surpass humanity..."

Yan Sheng's heart was laden with bitterness and... a trace of unspeakable envy.

Just as his mind was churning with emotion, a cold, heavy voice echoed from afar.

"Yan Sheng, why do you grieve here alone?"

Before the words could fade, a stalwart figure stepped out from the void.

His entire form was clad in a dark, heavy armor that resembled mountain rock; it was another prodigy of the myriad races—Shi Panshan.

Upon seeing the newcomer, the despair in Yan Sheng's eyes receded a fraction.

He spoke instantly, his words tumbling out at a frantic pace: "Shi Panshan! You and I must join forces!

We both know very well that the point threshold set by King Jiuling is far beyond what we currently possess!

Help me this once, assist me in escaping from Qin Feng's grasp, and afterward we shall unite to purge those scattered martial artists.

With our combined strength, as long as we stand together, we will surely amass enough points to survive!"

Hearing this, a look of unvarnished mockery surfaced on Shi Panshan's face as he sneered, "Heh—Yan Sheng, did you burn your brain out during your flight?

Do you truly believe that amassing enough points will grant you survival at the hands of King Jiuling?

Who doesn't know that humans are subtler than those green-skinned orcs and more overbearing than the interstellar tyranids!

The rules they establish have never served anything but their own interests!"

Another voice, far more violent and saturated with the will of bloodshed and slaughter, suddenly erupted, causing the surrounding space to hum and vibrate.

"Hahaha! Yan Sheng! Fine words, but it would be better to do something grand!

Bring out the pride you held when you slaughtered millions of living souls on the battlefield of the myriad races!

We join forces not to flee, but to... capture Qin Feng alive!"

Accompanying the wild laughter, a burly warrior with a pair of horns upon his head, his body already partially demonized, tore through space to arrive.

He exuded a sickening aura of blood and tyranny, and dangling from his waist was a string of disparate heads, each without exception frozen in an expression of sheer terror.

That pure, frenzied will that existed solely for the sake of slaughter clearly and unmistakably proclaimed his identity—the Champion of Khorne!

"If we can capture this peerless prodigy of mankind alive, we might just be able to use him as a bargaining chip to negotiate terms with that damned King Jiuling!"

The blood-red eyes of the Champion of Khorne locked onto Yan Sheng, as though staring at a convenient weapon.

Yan Sheng fell into silence at the words.

A fierce battle was waging within his soul.

Conspiring with tigers carried immense risk, but it seemed... this was the only way to break the deadlock.

"What is it, Yan Sheng? Has your courage been shattered?"

The voice of the Champion of Khorne was steeped in disdain. "Could it be you truly intend to surrender to that false emperor paralyzed upon his golden throne?

Why not finish this deed with us instead!

Should we succeed, this supreme achievement of subverting the human tournament will be more than enough to win you the favor of the great Blood God, granting you eternal might and glory!"

"The eldest brother is paralyzed and furious, while the second brother is furious and paralyzed... neither of them is any good. You blood god lackey who knows nothing but hacking and slashing, why don't you wait until your great blood god can stand up from his brass throne before you come boasting of his glory? His throne isn't even as advanced as the other's..."

A frivolous voice, yet dripping with wisdom and a deceptive charm, drifted leisurely over.

A figure draped in a black robe, his visage concealed by a hood and his entire being radiating an inscrutable aura of chaos, quietly manifested.

In his hand, he held a staff inlaid with a massive, eye-shaped gemstone; the eye upon the staff seemed a living thing, turning slowly as it peered into the minds of everyone present.

The Champion of Tzeentch!

"You beast who only knows how to play with schemes and intrigue! You court death!"

The Champion of Khorne flew into a rage instantly, a giant blade forged from countless skeletons appearing out of thin air in his grip. His violent killing intent locked onto the Champion of Tzeentch, ready to strike in the very next heartbeat.

"Hold your hand!"

With a cold shout, several powerful auras descended simultaneously from the deep expanse of the cosmos.

A massive body constructed entirely of precise machinery, its eyes flashing with red streams of data—the Machine Race entity, "Ji Batian"!

A form constantly shifting between tangible reality and shadow, appearing as though it did not exist within this dimension—the Shadow Race leader, "Ying Sha"!

A creature with a body comparable to a star, covered entirely in golden carapace and exuding a primordial aura—the Starry Sky Behemoth, "Jin Jia"!

And... a figure whose posture was so flawlessly perfect that her every glance and smile could stir the deepest desires within a person's soul—the Champion of Slaanesh!

At this point, save for that mysterious Champion of Nurgle who represented life, disease, pestilence, and hope, the remaining ten prodigies of the myriad races and the three Champions of Chaos within the tournament had actually all gathered here!

An unprecedented, terrifying pressure enveloped this patch of war embers.

"Enough."

From beneath the concealed face of the Champion of Tzeentch came a steady yet profoundly alluring voice. "Gentlemen, our objective is aligned.

Internal strife will only make our predicament worse."

He looked around, the eye upon his staff lingering for a brief moment on each of the prodigies.

"We have already reached a private agreement, and the goal is singular—to capture Qin Feng alive!"

He paused, his voice growing deeper still: "You all might want to consider why, in this supreme selection tournament that gathers the topmost geniuses from tens of thousands of human galaxies, this Qin Feng is able to possess such a completely dominant lead?

This defies common sense. The only explanation is that he possesses some unique trait within his body."

The tone of the Champion of Tzeentch carried a hint of playful speculation: "Perchance, this fellow is the champion of that paralyzed eldest brother... that is to say, the Emperor?

Or perhaps, he carries some secret that even the high-level authorities of mankind covet."

"Whichever it may be, as long as we hold him alive in our hands, we possess the capital to negotiate with King Jiuling!"

He raised the staff in his hand, and the eye at its tip shot forth a beam of eerie light, condensing in the void into the phantom of an ancient, tattered page.

That page was covered in incomprehensible, twisted runes, exuding a terrifying aura that did not belong to this universe.

"In my hands, I hold a single page of a forbidden divine tome.

At the critical juncture, it will suffice to draw down the brief descent of a great deity's gaze, forming a domain of absolute informational blackout and severing the Nine Spirit King's control over the arena.

Though it will last for only a few fleeting breaths, it is more than enough for us to orchestrate our layout and present him with our 'bargaining chips'!"

The gazes of everyone present ultimately converged upon Yan Sheng, heavy with hostility and explicit warning.

Within this grand design, Yan Sheng was an indispensable link—the sole "bait" capable of pinpointing Qin Feng's precise teleportation coordinates.

Should Yan Sheng prove uncooperative, they would unite to utterly erase this unstable variable from existence before ever laying hands on Qin Feng.

Feeling those numerous icy stares pressing down upon him, the scales within Yan Sheng's heart finally tipped completely.

He knew that he no longer possessed a choice.

"Fine."

He nodded slowly, spitting out a single word in a raspy voice, signaling his acquiescence.

Yet, deep within the recesses of his lowered eyes, a sharp, unnoticed gleam flickered.

Though compliant on the surface, his heart was already primed to flee at a moment's notice.

For among all those assembled here, he alone truly understood just how terrifyingly formidable Qin Feng's strength actually was.

The joint alliance and the formations these people spoke of would likely amount to nothing more than a farce before a galaxy-level monster who was on the verge of a breakthrough and who wielded a perfected killing technique.

The next time Qin Feng manifested, he would be a true galaxy-level entity.

These so-called prodigies of the myriad races and chosen champions of chaos—every single one of them—would fail to raise even the slightest ripple against him.

Furthermore...

The human race, it seemed, had not treated him entirely without grace...

Yan Sheng's thoughts drifted once more, conjuring a memory from many years past on the homeworld of the Holy Spirit Fire Clan—the desperate scene of being hunted across the heavens and into the earth by a "clan elder" who coveted his primordial flame, leaving him with no path of retreat.

By comparison, though the human selection trials were brutal, they at least operated under explicit rules and offered... a sliver of fairness.

He clenched his fists tightly, his fingernails digging deep into his palms.

"Very good."

The chosen champion of Tzeentch expressed immense satisfaction with Yan Sheng's "awareness of the situation." He smiled faintly and said, "Qin Feng has left an indelible spiritual imprint upon you; his next teleportation will inevitably use you as his coordinate anchor.

Now, conceal your aura and follow us. I have already prepared a magnificent 'stage' for him."

Yan Sheng nodded in silence, suppressing the violent, raging aura of flame that enveloped his body.

Subsequently, this temporary alliance—composed of the universe's most elite, fiercely insubordinate prodigies and the chosen scions of evil gods—transformed into over a dozen streaks of flowing light, vanishing into the deep dark of outer space like phantoms.

They eschewed hyperspace teleportation, choosing instead to fly toward the predetermined trap in the most primitive manner, silent and undetected.

...

A month later.

The outermost core region of the final remaining galaxy within the grand war zone.

This was the ultimate destination of the arena's shrinking boundaries.

Seven gargantuan stars, whose masses and volumes far exceeded conventional metrics, orbited one another at high velocities at a bizarre angle that defied the very laws of physics.

The terrifying gravitational fields, psychic fields, and spiritual fields emitted by each star intertwined, tore, and collided within the central area, forging a natural, absolute death formation brimming with chaotic and violent energy.

A mere ripple of stray force from this field could rend the physical body of a star-level warrior along with their immortal projection into a stream of fundamental particles.

The field lines here were complex to the absolute extreme; even a half-step galaxy-level powerhouse who had tempered a golden spiritual force would have to tread with utmost caution within it, lest their mind and soul be utterly destroyed in an instant by that disordered torrent of energy.

At this moment, Yan Sheng sat cross-legged entirely alone at the dead center of this chaotic field.

He resembled a butterfly caught within the eye of a tempest—seemingly serene, yet liable to be torn into fragments at any given second.

Meanwhile, within the shadows and crowns cast by the seven colossal stars, over a dozen figures had long since erased all traces of their presence, waiting in absolute silence like the most patient of hunters for their prey to arrive.

...

The scene shifted.

Upon a solitary, long-dead planet completely encased in sheets of ice at the edge of the final galaxy.

Qin Feng, who was sitting cross-legged, slowly opened his eyes.

Within his pupils, there was no earth-shattering divine light bursting forth, nor was there any world-ending aura leaking out.

There was only a profound depth and tranquility, as though returning to a state of primal truth.

It was as if those were no longer a pair of eyes, but rather twin universes encompassing tens of thousands of stars.

A touch of genuine, unadulterated joy slowly blossomed at the corners of his mouth.

"Finally... the galaxy level."

Qin Feng murmured softly to himself, feeling the earth-shaking transformations occurring within his physical form.

His consciousness submerged into his spiritual domain, where the Tower of Immortality—which had accompanied him for nearly a thousand years—had now undergone a fundamental qualitative mutation.

The originally distinct gold and silver hues had completely vanished, replaced by a towering, majestic divine ziggurat forged entirely from the purest, most dazzling gold.

Across the nine hundred and ninety-nine tiers of the tower's structure, every single level flowed with a seamless, harmonious golden divine radiance. Countless profound and complex golden runes flickered faintly upon the walls, linking with one another to form a perfect, self-contained energy cycle.

This was a qualitative leap.

If the previous half-step galaxy level was a process of purifying spiritual force from "silver" to "gold," then the true galaxy level was the absolute fusing of all that purified "gold" into a single entity, triggering a qualitative transformation from a quantitative accumulation.

At this moment, whether in terms of quality, operational speed, or precision of control, his spiritual force was incomparably vaster than before.

With a mere raise of his hand or movement of his foot, he could summon a terrifying might that far eclipsed anything in his past.

"The galaxy level is indeed a monumental ascension."

Qin Feng stood up slowly and tightened his grip.

He could perceive that his physical vessel had also received a staggering feedback loop from this qualitative leap in spiritual force, causing its resilience to skyrocket once more.

"Next, according to the records within the Canaan Scripture, it will be a matter of continuously accumulating resources, utilizing a massive 'quantity' to elevate the 'density' of the Tower of Immortality, compressing it continuously, compressing it again, until its density shatters a certain critical threshold and it ultimately collapses into a 'singularity' capable of interfering with reality and devouring all matter. That shall be the dawn of the black hole level."

"This process does not entail compressing the physical volume of the tower, but rather magnifying its internal mass and density.

This is a painstakingly slow grind of water wearing down stone, requiring an immense reservoir of resources and time."

Qin Feng sorted through his future path of cultivation within his heart, his Dao heart becoming increasingly lucid and resolute.

Afterward, he closed his eyes slightly, settling his mind into absolute stillness.

The spiritual imprint formed by the primordial aura of Yan Sheng was incomparably distinct within his perception, shining like a beacon within the darkened cosmos.

He could sense that the coordinate point was situated in the absolute core and most energetically turbulent region of the entire galaxy.

"Are you prepared to welcome death, Yan Sheng?"

The corner of Qin Feng's mouth curled into a cold arc.

In the subsequent instant, the space before him rippled violently, like a lake into which a pebble had been cast.

He took a single step forward, his silhouette instantly plunging into the twisting, folding hyperspace, vanishing from sight.

Hyperspace teleportation was exceedingly swift. Almost instantaneously, a radiant teleportation array manifested a short distance away from Yan Sheng, and immediately following that, the tens of thousands of races' prodigies and the evil gods' chosen champions, who had been suppressing their breath, surged with excitement.

(End of this chapter)