Chapter 249: Heaven Devouring Cosmic City! First Arrival! Universe Will! A Volume of

Chapter 249: Heaven-Devouring Cosmic City! The First Arrival! Cosmic Will! A Scroll of the Heavenly Book!

Inside the martial arts room, a pale-gold spiritual force, like the warmest tide of a spring day, gently yet firmly enveloped the youth named Qin Dahai.

Within Qin Feng’s eyes, scenes resembling cosmic stars flickered in and out of existence; his will was highly concentrated, carefully controlling the profound power of the "Ten Perfection Hands" as it probed into that realm untouched by ordinary men—the origin of the soul.

In Qin Feng’s perception, the youth's soul was not a complete, radiant orb of light, but rather like a piece of glazed artwork covered in minuscule cracks.

Those cracks, deep and dark, continuously bled the original power of life and spirit; it was precisely these innate injuries that caused his physical frailty and the stagnation of his cultivation.

"Soul damage is indeed rare, far more troublesome than ordinary injuries to one's foundation."

Sun Chantang stood to the side, arms crossed, his gaze like fire, his tone carrying a trace of gravity.

He could clearly perceive just how vast and pure the spiritual force output by Qin Feng was; that level of control over power caused even him, a senior who had immersed himself in the Galaxy stage for a thousand years, to feel astonished.

"Mm, it is indeed rare."

Qin Feng maintained the treatment while responding calmly, "But it is not an incurable disease. The universe is vast and full of wonders; though the mysteries of the soul are profound, they ultimately remain within the scope of knowledge."

His words were steady and confident; this state of mind was already a far cry from the youth of a thousand years ago who had been anxious over a damaged foundation.

As Qin Feng’s spiritual force was continuously injected and guided, the pale-gold energy transformed into hundreds of millions of the tiniest runes, like the most skilled artisan, beginning to sew up those soul cracks strand by strand.

This was an extremely mentally draining process, demanding a level of control over spiritual force that reached an inconceivable degree.

"Ugh... Ah!"

The youth Qin Dahai’s body began to tremble violently, painful tears flowing from his tightly closed eyes.

The veins on his forehead bulged, his teeth clenched tightly, and he let out an uncontrollable howl of agony.

The reshaping of the soul level brought pain that surpassed physical modification by thousands of times; it was a tearing and reorganizing originating from the deepest depths of life.

Seeing this, Qin Feng’s voice rang directly within the youth's mind, gentle yet carrying an undeniable power: "Hold fast to your mind; this is a transformation you must undergo. Pain is the prelude to rebirth; seize it, feel it, transcend it."

His voice seemed to carry a stabilizing force, allowing the nearly collapsing youth to reassemble a sliver of will, deathly guarding the clarity of his mental platform.

Time flowed by, minute by minute.

The air inside the entire martial arts room seemed to freeze, leaving only the youth's increasingly heavy panting and the aura upon Qin Feng’s body, as stable and boundless as a star.

Approximately an hour later, when the last sliver of a soul crack was completely mended by the pale-gold runes, the youth's soul light orb burst forth with an unprecedented, brilliant radiance, perfectly round and flawless, and only then did Qin Feng slowly withdraw his hands and that massive spiritual force.

"Whew..."

He gently exhaled a breath of turbid air, a trace of fatigue flashing in his eyes, but it was mostly a calmness from having completed a benevolent deed.

At this moment, Qin Dahai was already thoroughly drenched in sweat and the black grime expelled from his body, emitting an unpleasant, foul odor.

He slumped onto the ground, panting heavily in large gasps, as if he had just struggled ashore from a drowning abyss, but his gaze was astonishingly bright.

"Go wash up."

Qin Feng’s voice returned to flatness, "Your soul damage has been completely healed. After this double baptism of flesh and soul, your talent has cast off its old skin and changed its bones; though it doesn't yet reach the highest Golden Standard Human of the Empire, it is not far off."

Having said that, he flicked his finger, and a sealed metal canister landed precisely in front of the youth.

Inside the canister was a pale blue liquid, slightly rippling with a halo of energy.

"Elementary psionic potion,"

Qin Feng looked at the youth, as if seeing his former self in his eyes, "Drink it; it will be beneficial for stabilizing your foundation."

Just like back then, when Sun Chantang had handed this canister of potion to him.

"Many... many thanks, Senior!"

The youth Qin Dahai struggled to scramble to his feet, bowing deeply to Qin Feng, his voice trembling with excitement.

Without the slightest hesitation, he picked up the potion, and enduring the intense pain radiating from every inch of muscle and bone after the foundation's restructuring, he limped toward the bathroom attached to the martial arts room.

Watching the youth's retreating figure, Sun Chantang on the side clicked his tongue in wonder, sighing with emotion: "Qin Feng, the speed of your progress with the 'Ten Perfection Hands' is truly beyond imagination.

This most basic healing and recovery portion is already utilized by you with a proficiency greater than my own.

Next, there remain only the two core applications: 'Accelerated Compression of the Undying Projection' and 'Accelerated Absorption of Knowledge.'

If you can master the former, it can be considered great mastery;

master the latter as well, and you can reach perfect completion."

Sun Chantang shook his head, a bitter smile on his face: "I spent a full ten thousand years of time, grinding through countless missions and battles, before fortunately cultivating this absolute technique to great mastery.

How long have you been practicing it? Less than a thousand years, yet you have already touched the threshold of great mastery."

"Comparing people to people really drives a man mad with envy."

Hearing these words, a thought stirred in Qin Feng’s heart, and he subconsciously wanted to check the "Heaven Rewards Diligence" panel that he had not paid attention to for a very long time, to see exactly what level of proficiency his "Ten Perfection Hands" had reached.

However, just as this thought arose, it was forcibly snuffed out by him.

No.

After the previous beguilement by the page of Tzeentch, he had profoundly realized that the source of this "golden finger" very likely possessed thousands of intricate threads of connection with that Chaos Evil God.

He had to gradually reduce, and ultimately rid himself of, his reliance on it; otherwise, on the future path of martial arts, this might become the most fatal flaw.

Just as Qin Feng’s mind wavered, in the deep recesses of his mind, that page of the "Book of Tzeentch" made of Tianyan Alloy vibrated slightly.

A gentle, wise voice, like that of a teacher patiently guiding a student, quietly rang out:

"Qin Feng, why be so resistant? Heaven rewards diligence; these three words themselves represent the ultimate truth of the universe—exert effort, and there shall be gains."

"That panel merely visualizes every ounce of your effort and every drop of your sweat in the most direct way.

It is a tool, a tool to help you perceive yourself more clearly and plan your path.

A tool itself possesses neither good nor evil; you do not need to fear it so, let alone reject it."

"..."

Qin Feng was expressionless, turning a deaf ear to the voice in his mind. His martial will had already been honed into a rock-solid state through the blood and fire of the Genius Battle; beguilement of this degree was already unable to shake him in the slightest.

Seeing that Qin Feng remained unmoved, the page of Tzeentch vibrated once more, and then fell silent, as if it had never spoken.

Not long after, the bathroom door was pushed open.

The completely refreshed youth Qin Dahai walked out, changed into a clean training uniform; his previous frailty and sickliness were swept away entirely, replaced by a vibrant aura of health.

His eyes were bright and piercing, and every cell of his body seemed to be cheering and leaping with joy.

"Thank you, Senior, for the grace of recreation!"

He once again bowed deeply to Qin Feng, performing a grand salutation of a martial artist.

"Are you from the Silver Gull Community?"

Qin Feng asked casually.

"No, Senior,"

The youth quickly replied, his tone filled with reverence, "I am from the Beixin Community."

"Beixin Community?"

Qin Feng was slightly surprised, "That is not close to the Silver Gull Community; why would you specially run all the way to this Limit Martial Arts Hall?"

"I found the post scrolling through the Subspace Network!"

The youth explained excitedly, "The post said that the Imperial Chief who emerged from our Qiming Star once suffered from a hidden injury, and it was cured at the Extreme Martial Arts Hall in the Yin'ou Community! I... I have a similar problem, so my father scraped together the money and brought me here to try my luck."

As he spoke, the youth's cheeks flushed with excitement: "I never thought I would not only meet Master Sun, but also... also encounter you, senior! My hidden injury is completely healed, and from now on, I can cultivate like a normal person!"

"Your father is?"

Upon hearing this, a faint ripple stirred in Qin Feng's heart.

"My father is a technician who repairs starships. He himself is only a first-level martial artist, but he refused to let me go to a technical school, saying I must pursue the path of martial arts."

The youth's words were simple, yet they carried the weight of family expectations and hardship.

Qin Feng smiled at this, a trace of warmth in his expression.

He seemed to see the epitome of countless lower-class families in the Empire, and also the shadow of his own father from years past.

"Then go and strive,"

he said, patting the youth on the shoulder. "Aim to get into a martial arts high school, and don't let your father's hopes down."

"Yes! I will definitely work hard, senior!"

The youth nodded vigorously, a flame never before seen igniting in his eyes.

"Go on."

Qin Feng waved his hand.

The youth bowed solemnly once more, then turned and strode away quickly. His figure, disappearing at the end of the martial arts hall, was filled with boundless longing for the future.

"Dingdong."

Just then, a notification sound came from Qin Feng's personal terminal, and a transfer message popped up: Ten thousand Imperial coins had been received.

He looked at Sun Chantang in surprise.

"You were the one who acted, so the reward naturally goes to you. That's the rule."

Sun Chantang smiled slightly, speaking as if it were only natural.

Qin Feng did not decline and accepted the money.

He gazed at the retreating figure of the youth, fell silent for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Master, do you think martial artists truly reincarnate after death?"

This question had been buried deep in his heart ever since his father passed away.

The pages of Tzeentch had once used this as bait, and now he wanted a true answer from a trustworthy senior.

The smile on Sun Chantang's face faded a little. He pondered for a moment, then replied seriously, "Yes and no."

"For ordinary martial artists below the planetary level, and for the countless trillions upon trillions of ordinary humans within the Empire's borders, death means their souls will return to the Golden Throne."

Sun Chantang's tone carried deep reverence: "Under the protection of the Emperor's supreme power, their souls will not be lost in the perilous Warp, nor will they become playthings of the Chaos Gods or alien races.

The Golden Throne will wash away their memories, purify the essence of their souls, and then, after a long cycle of reincarnation, cast them back into the material universe to become a new generation of humanity.

This is akin to what common people understand as reincarnation."

"This is the eternal enterprise the Emperor has created for our humanity, a supreme achievement.

It is precisely for this reason that, over countless ages, even the offspring of ordinary people have a certain chance of awakening considerable psychic talents.

This is the Emperor's grace, bestowed upon every human being."

Upon hearing this, Qin Feng's expression grew solemn, and his heart was shaken.

He understood the terror of the Warp better than anyone, and could better grasp the greatness of this undertaking.

Without the Golden Throne, without the Human Emperor, without the 'Warp Sanctuary' forged by humanity's strong, the death of mankind would be an eternal tragedy.

The best fate for the souls of the dead would be immediate annihilation; more often, they would become eternal playthings of the Chaos Gods, wailing in endless torment.

"However,"

Sun Chantang shifted the topic and continued, "this kind of reincarnation, though the essence of the soul is preserved, the person who once existed is no more.

All memories, emotions, and experiences are completely erased.

In the end, there are never two identical leaves in the world.

Moreover, such a complete cycle of soul reincarnation often takes tens of thousands of years or even longer."

Qin Feng understood completely.

The last shred of hope in his heart dissipated.

That youth named Qin Dahai was not his father's reincarnation—merely a coincidence of names, a replay of a similar experience.

His father's soul might have long returned to the Golden Throne, awaiting rebirth in that long cycle, but the individual who was 'Qin Feng's father' had passed away forever.

"As for martial artists above the planetary level..."

Sun Chantang's expression turned serious: "For people like us, our spirit and soul are deeply bound to our own undying projection and our path of martial arts.

Once we die, it is true death—the end of both body and Dao. The soul, along with the foundation of the Dao, will completely disintegrate, dissipating as pure energy into the universe, with no possibility of reincarnation."

He paused, then added, "Speaking of which, the primary method of reproduction for the human race today is still natural procreation among martial artists below the planetary level or ordinary people.

For martial artists of our level, our life essence is too high, making it extremely difficult to produce natural offspring.

Beyond that, the Empire relies on a larger scale: the cultivation of artificial humans.

These 'vat-grown humans,' genetically optimized and born in incubation pods, far outnumber natural births... Such artificial humans can also be replicated and cloned through the recycling of broken singularities and shattered projections, and even memories can be preserved. But still, as I said, even if memories are grafted, the person is not the same.

It is precisely because of this mode of reproduction and inheritance that ordinary people remain an important part of the Empire. That is why I detest certain bloodthirsty, martial-tyranny-obsessed war bands. They treat ordinary people like ants, devoid of any humanity.

Our Ultramarines war band is one of the most humane."

"I see."

Qin Feng nodded slowly, committing these fundamental secrets of the Empire and martial artists to memory.

Afterward, he chatted with Sun Chantang for another hour or so about experiences and precautions on the Myriad Races Battlefield.

Finally, Qin Feng rose to take his leave.

"Master, I should go."

"Go on,"

Sun Chantang stood up, looking at him solemnly. "The Myriad Races Battlefield is a place of both crisis and opportunity. Be careful in all things. Remember, only by living can you have a future."

"I understand."

Qin Feng exchanged a glance with Sun Chantang, each seeing the expectation and blessing in the other's eyes.

Leaving the Extreme Martial Arts Hall, Qin Feng did not go straight home.

He used Warp teleportation to appear silently above Qiming First Martial Arts Senior High School.

He did not show himself, nor did he alert anyone. Like a ghostly observer, he quietly looked down at the familiar campus below.

He saw the junior students sweating as they trained, saw the gravity chamber where he had once toiled, saw the boulder engraved with the school motto.

Everything was as he remembered it, yet everything seemed to have changed.

Here, there was no longer anyone he knew.

After pausing for a moment, Qin Feng's figure vanished silently.

Finally, he returned to his home in the Silver Gull Community.

This house, which had borne all the joys and sorrows of his youth, remained exactly as it was when his father was alive.

Qin Feng did not cultivate, nor did he think about anything related to martial arts.

He walked into his bedroom, lay down on the slightly narrow bed, and closed his eyes.

This sleep was incomparably peaceful, refreshing his mind and body, as if he had shed the last trace of attachment and worldly ties from his heart.

When he opened his eyes again, the sky outside the window was already bright with daylight.

His Dao heart was complete, and the path ahead was clear.

Qin Feng stood up and walked to the center of the living room.

From his subspace storage unit, he retrieved the transmission beacon granted by the Nine Spirit King.

The beacon was forged from an unknown silver metal, ancient in design, and engraved with space runes of extreme complexity.

Qin Feng infused his spiritual energy into it, instantly activating the beacon’s core. A three-dimensional star map unfolded before him.

Countless points of light flickered on the map, each representing a human stronghold in the Myriad Races Battlefield.

Without a moment’s hesitation, his gaze locked onto one particularly brilliant and massive point of light.

[Target selected: 1300th War Zone - Devour Heaven Cosmic City]

[Calibrating spatial coordinates…]

[Calibration complete. Subspace passage opening…]

[Transmission will commence in three seconds. Please prepare.]

As the mechanical prompt from the terminal sounded, silver spatial ripples spread beneath Qin Feng’s feet.

The light grew brighter and brighter, eventually forming a pillar of light that reached the heavens, completely enveloping him.

The light flickered, and when all was calm, the room was empty, leaving only the faint trace of spatial fluctuation.

…

When his consciousness re-coalesced from the ripples of spatial transmission, Qin Feng opened his eyes again. The scene before him stirred a tempest in his Dao heart, which had been forged as hard as rock through a millennium of bitter cultivation.

He found himself suspended in a magnificent yet desolate cosmic vacuum.

Before him stood a colossal city that no known language could adequately describe.

This city was not built on any planet or continental shelf but directly spanned the cosmos, as if it were a miraculous creation that had existed since the dawn of the universe.

Its walls were not made of mere rock or metal. As Qin Feng examined them with his galaxy-level spiritual power, he was horrified to discover that the “bricks” forming the endless walls were none other than stars and planets of various sizes, imprisoned and refined by supreme power!

These celestial bodies had extinguished their own light and heat, becoming the most fundamental building blocks, yet their surfaces were etched with countless dense, mysterious runes.

These runes interconnected, forming layer upon layer of complex array structures that boggled the mind.

The mere sweep of his spiritual power brought a torrent of information as overwhelming as a stellar explosion, causing his Immortal Tower to hum and tremble, as if it might shatter from the overload.

He immediately withdrew his spiritual power, daring not to probe further.

This colossal city was like a massive scar cutting across the galaxy, or an ancient beast lurking in the dark depths of space, silently proclaiming the supreme authority and terrifying power of its master.

Before it, any city Qin Feng had ever seen, including the behemoth like Jianan Martial University, seemed as insignificant as dust.

“Devour Heaven Cosmic City…”

Qin Feng murmured, his heart still shaken.

To enter this city, one had to pass through a nearly transparent protective barrier that enveloped the entire metropolis.

The barrier appeared fragile but gave Qin Feng an indestructible feeling, radiating a vast, majestic, all-devouring aura.

Following the guidance of his senior brother, Huo Linhou, Qin Feng slowly flew toward the barrier.

The moment his body touched the barrier, an overwhelming will descended instantly.

It was a pure, majestic gaze devoid of any emotion, as if a supreme deity were scrutinizing an insignificant ant.

Before this will, Qin Feng felt that all his secrets were laid bare—his soul, his body, his past, and his future—all seen with perfect clarity.

He understood that this must be a trace of his master, the Devour Heaven King’s spiritual imprint left here to distinguish friend from foe.

Qin Feng did not resist. Instead, he completely opened his mind and accepted the inspection of this will.

After a moment, the majestic gaze slowly withdrew, and the protective barrier before him melted like snow, opening a path for him.

Qin Feng took a deep breath, passed through the barrier, and officially stepped into this supreme divine city belonging to a King-level powerhouse.

Once inside, Qin Feng truly understood the meaning of “a hidden world within.”

The space within the city was far vaster than it appeared from the outside—it was practically an independent universe.

In some areas, special alloys and divine stones paved floating foundations in space, upon which were built rows of markets, training grounds, martial chambers, and various grand structures of different functions.

But these were merely the most insignificant part of this cosmic city.

More regions displayed unimaginably wondrous sights.

Qin Feng saw hundreds of “forests of enlightenment steles,” each radiating different martial truths;

A giant stele that reached the heavens, as if to pierce the universe, exuding a killing aura that made Qin Feng’s heart race;

A vast, boundless deep sea floating among the stars, where phantom forms of cosmic beasts swam;

And billions of stars ingeniously arranged to form a super array covering several star regions, continuously supplying energy to the entire city.

Beyond these, there were towering pagodas, ancient bells that rang through the ages, and ancient cauldrons that seemed capable of suppressing everything…

All these wonders unfolded before him like a mythological scroll.

At the same time, he saw massive mechanical platforms full of technological sophistication, heavily guarded space fortresses, and a “Myriad Races Prison” holding all kinds of bizarre creatures.

Qin Feng carefully extended his spiritual power, but no matter how far he reached, he could not sense the boundaries of Devour Heaven Cosmic City.

He estimated that the area he could perceive was probably less than one percent of the entire city.

Even this one percent contained a depth and energy far beyond his imagination.

“So… this is the work of a King-level powerhouse?”

Qin Feng was awestruck, gaining a more intuitive and profound understanding of the higher realms of the martial path.

He chose not to wander recklessly, for this place was teeming with experts and strict rules; a single misstep could invite trouble.

He opened his subspace network terminal and sent a message to his senior brother, Huo Linhou.

[Qin Feng]: Senior brother, I have arrived at Devour Heaven Cosmic City.

The reply came almost instantly.

[Huo Linhou]: Good. Come to the City Lord’s Mansion.

I’ve sent you the city map. Note that subspace transmission cannot be used in the Myriad Races Battlefield.

However, there are teleportation arrays throughout the city for fixed-point travel, and intra-city teleportation is free.

[Qin Feng]: Understood.

Qin Feng received the map sent by Huo Linhou—an incredibly detailed three-dimensional star chart marking billions of locations.

He quickly located his position and locked onto the nearest teleportation array. Then, his form turned into a streak of light, flying toward his destination.

Even when flying within the city, Qin Feng felt immense spatial resistance, his speed far less swift than in the outer universe; evidently, the space here had been specially reinforced.

Minutes later, he arrived at the platform where the teleportation array was located.

When he saw the scene before him, the calm he had just regained was once again overwhelmed by a profound shock.

On a massive circular platform forged from some unknown metal, a dense crowd jostled shoulder to shoulder.

A multitude of warriors clad in various types of powered armor came and went, their auras intermingling, forming a terrifying storm of energy.

What made Qin Feng’s scalp tingle was that here, his galaxy-level cultivation, which could dominate among his peers, seemed utterly unremarkable.

Looking around, he could barely see any galaxy-level warriors; the vast majority moving through this place were black hole-level experts! The auras they exuded, some restrained and profound, others domineering and blazing, each placed immense pressure on him.

What shocked him even more was that he sensed several terrifying auras far surpassing the black hole level!

Those warriors merely stood there, and the space around them seemed to warp slightly; their casual glances felt like tangible mountains crushing down, making Qin Feng feel his Indestructible Tower tremble faintly.

“Domain Lord level… So these are the legendary Domain Lord-level experts!”

Qin Feng’s heart was filled with dread.

That kind of aura, even a trace leaked unconsciously, made him feel that his insignificant mental power could be ground to dust at any moment.

He finally understood why this place was called the frontline of the myriad races’ battlefield and the bridgehead of the human empire.

Here gathered the elites and experts accumulated by humanity over countless millennia.

He made a rough calculation.

The human domain was vast, and the Cosmic Genius Tournament, held once every five hundred years, produced hundreds of top-tier prodigies each time.

Even if only a portion chose to come to the myriad races’ battlefield, over time, the accumulated number would be staggering.

Not to mention those who hadn’t participated in the tournament but had grown strong within various war groups; after advancing to the black hole level, a considerable number would also choose to come here seeking opportunities for breakthroughs.

And black hole-level warriors had extremely long lifespans; it was common for them to spend millions of years or even longer to break through to the Domain Lord level.

With such a long period of accumulation, the number of warriors humanity had amassed on the myriad races’ battlefield was absolutely astronomical.

No wonder this Devouring Heaven Cosmic City had to be built so vast and boundless to accommodate so many experts.

Qin Feng composed himself, suppressed the shock in his heart, and followed the crowd into the teleportation array.

Inside the teleportation array, the ground and walls were inscribed with runes far more complex and profound than those he had seen on the city walls earlier.

When the array activated, these runes lit up one by one, and a vast spiritual-psychic energy began to arrange and combine in an incomprehensible manner, ultimately unleashing a force that tore through space.

Immersed in the channel of spatial teleportation, Qin Feng did not close his eyes to rest as he usually did; instead, he opened them wide, fully activating his Indestructible Tower, which had turned pure gold, to observe and analyze the rapidly flowing runes around him.

“This isn’t subspace teleportation…”

He immediately concluded, “This is using supreme power, through the precise combination of billions of spiritual-psychic runes, to forcibly tear space on the dimension of the real universe, establishing a stable point-to-point channel.”

He instantly grasped the key point.

Within human territory, subspace was suppressed by the Emperor’s supreme power, forming a relatively safe “sanctuary,” so subspace navigation and teleportation were the most efficient and safest methods.

But on the myriad races’ battlefield, subspace was the home ground of the Chaos Gods and other alien deities, full of unknowns and dangers.

In such an environment, directly tearing real space for teleportation, though the difficulty of construction and energy consumption increased geometrically, was undoubtedly a safer and more reliable choice.

“My thinking ability has improved too much since my Indestructible Tower completely turned pure gold and I advanced to the galaxy level…”

A wave of understanding surged in Qin Feng’s heart.

If it had been before, faced with these profound runes, he would only have felt dizzy and unable to comprehend them.

But now, with his galaxy-level mental power, he could barely capture the trajectories of these runes’ operation and even begin to analyze the construction principles of the most basic among them.

“If I were willing to spend enough time, staring at the runes in this teleportation array to analyze and deduce, perhaps… after tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of years, I could also preliminarily master the construction method of this teleportation array.”

“Is this the mystery of knowledge?”

Qin Feng was filled with myriad emotions.

Martial cultivation was not merely about increasing power; when mental power reached a certain level, learning and mastering the fundamental laws and knowledge of the universe became possible.

Just then, the Tzeentchian page that had been silent in his mind for a while spoke again.

This time, the voice was no longer seductive; instead, it was like a learned mentor discussing with him.

“That’s right, Qin Feng.”

“This is the mystery of knowledge. Everything in the universe, whether spatial teleportation or matter annihilation, follows rigorous laws and knowledge systems behind it.

As long as you are willing to learn patiently, like overcoming martial difficulties, to conquer one knowledge point after another, study their theoretical models, and apply them through practice, then you can master this knowledge.”

“Knowledge is priceless, noble, and it is also ‘Heaven rewards diligence’!”

“For 99% of beings in the universe, when their mental power density reaches your current level—that is, possessing ‘golden mental power’—they theoretically already have the qualification to master 99% of the universe’s knowledge.

All that is needed is diligence and time.”

The words of the Tzeentchian page, like casual chatter between old friends, precisely hit upon the insights Qin Feng was feeling at that moment.

Qin Feng did not respond in his mind, but deep down, he acknowledged the truth of Tzeentch’s words.

Indeed, for most warriors whose mental power had reached the galaxy level, they already possessed powerful thinking, logic, and computational abilities.

Theoretically, all knowledge in the universe was open to them.

Only, some knowledge might take ten thousand years to learn, while others might take billions of years or even longer.

And as warriors continued to cultivate, constantly compressing their Indestructible Projections and condensing their mental power into a “singularity,” their thinking abilities would explode further.

At that time, knowledge that originally required tens of thousands of years to analyze might be mastered in just a few hundred years or even decades.

This might also be the reason why Senior Brother Fire Linhou said that the path after the Domain Lord level required relying on knowledge to enhance strength.

As his thoughts flowed, the light of the teleportation array suddenly blazed brightly.

The next moment, Qin Feng’s figure vanished from the array.

When he opened his eyes again, he had arrived at the foot of a towering divine mountain.

This divine mountain was the “City Lord’s Mansion” marked on the map.

It was not made of rock but was forged entirely from some unknown divine metal, radiating an immortal and indestructible divine light.

The entire mountain was shrouded in a surging and terrifying aura, preventing anyone with ill intentions from approaching.

At the foot of the mountain, many warriors with powerful auras were coming and going, handling various affairs.

Qin Feng did not linger; he quickly entered and, following the precise coordinates given by Fire Linhou, arrived before a mansion halfway up the divine mountain.

Unlike the majestic grandeur of the entire divine mountain, this mansion was built in a quaint Chinese architectural style, with green bricks, black tiles, and upturned eaves, hidden among a patch of verdant bamboo groves, exuding an extraordinary tranquility and refinement.

Before the mansion, a man with red hair and red eyebrows, clad in crimson powered armor, stood with his hands behind his back, quietly waiting.

His eyes were like two never-extinguishing blazing stars; wherever his gaze fell, even space rippled with faint waves.

It was Senior Brother Fire Linhou.

“Qin Feng, you’ve arrived.”

Fire Linhou saw Qin Feng, a hearty smile spreading across his face, his voice like a great bell, brimming with blazing energy.

“Senior Brother.”

Qin Feng respectfully bowed.

"Follow me."

Huo Linhou nodded, turned, and led Qin Feng into the mansion.

As soon as he stepped through the mansion's gate, the scene before him changed once more.

This was no longer a tranquil bamboo grove, but an endless domain of molten lava and fire.

Crimson magma flowed slowly across the ground, forming rivers, while blazing flames burned in the sky; the entire world was filled with destructive heat and violent fire elemental energy.

Yet, under Huo Linhou's control, these flames and lava—enough to instantly vaporize stars—appeared exceptionally docile, actively avoiding Qin Feng, leaving him untouched by any heat or discomfort.

"This is my cultivation domain. Make yourself at ease."

Huo Linhou casually explained, then his expression turned serious.

"Alright, little junior brother. The final and most crucial step in guiding you is to help you connect with the 'Cosmic Will'."

Huo Linhou said solemnly: "Now, use the same method you employed to knock on the door of the Warp—meditate, perceive—but this time, your target of imagination is no longer the Warp, but an existence greater, more macroscopic, and more supreme than it."

"Gradually, at the end of your perception, you will 'see' a boundless celestial scroll."

"This celestial scroll is not a physical entity, but a collection of rules imprinted across the entire cosmos.

It seems to be the origin of all laws, yet also like an invisible net enveloping the whole universe.

That is the 'Cosmic Will', the ultimate source of all tasks and rewards in the Myriad Races Battlefield."

Upon hearing this, Qin Feng took a deep breath and nodded.

He sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and following Huo Linhou's guidance, began to empty his mind, elevating his consciousness infinitely.

His spiritual power pierced through this fire domain, through the Devouring Universe City, spreading toward the endless depths of space.

He no longer perceived specific stars, nor heeded the whispers of the Warp, but sought the elusive, omnipresent fundamental laws of the universe.

After an unknown amount of time, within his conscious perception, he "saw" it.

It was a scene beyond words.

A celestial scroll composed of light, laws, and information slowly unfurled, boundless, covering everything Qin Feng could perceive.

Every tiniest character contained a complete cosmic law, complex yet harmonious.

This was the Cosmic Will!

The moment Qin Feng's consciousness connected with this "celestial scroll", a panel formed from mysterious light materialized out of thin air in the void before him.

On the panel flowed a script he had never seen, but when his spiritual power touched it, he instantly understood its meaning.

[Name: Qin Feng]

[Affiliation: Human Empire]

[Realm: Galactic Level]

[Leaderboards: Hidden Dragon List, Marquis List, King List, Emperor List... (viewable by thought)]

(End of chapter)