Chapter 251: Traveling the Universe, Feather Race Saint! Encountering Hidden Dragon List Genius

Chapter 251: Wandering the Universe, the Feathered Clan Saint! Encountering the Prodigy "Wild" of the Hidden Dragon List

Mog's gaze burned with undisguised battle intent, a fervent heat born of solitary pride and a yearning to meet his match.

His dark skin gleamed under the light radiating from the Celestial Arc Bridge, and his voice rang out, loud and sincere: "Qin Feng, how about a fight in the private domain?"

He looked at Qin Feng, a wry smile and a hint of hope in his eyes: "To be honest, I'm itching for a fight. I've been alone in this Devouring Universe City for over five hundred years, always walking my own path. Looking around, the weakest are at the Black Hole level—seniors all—and I'm the only Galactic-level being here... I can't even find someone to spar with freely."

Qin Feng heard this and couldn't help but chuckle.

He fully understood Mog's feelings—that loneliness of being adrift in an ocean of power, enough to dull the edge of any genius.

At the same time, a surge of intense curiosity rose within him.

The previous generation's Imperial Chief.

Those two words alone represented the strongest human prodigy of a bygone era.

What gap truly existed between one Chief and another?

His own strength was unmatched among his peers, but compared to a senior who had come five hundred years earlier and was also a dragon among men, how would he fare?

This was a perfect touchstone.

"Haha, good."

Qin Feng agreed readily, "I've been wanting to test the mettle of the previous Chief myself."

Even as he spoke, he deftly sent Mog a private domain battle invitation from the Imperial Arena through the subspace network terminal.

A sharp gleam flashed in Mog's eyes, and he accepted almost instantly.

Their consciousnesses were pulled away in an instant, plunging into a vast, boundless virtual starry battlefield.

To test their true combat power to the fullest, they both chose the most demanding mode—unlocking all limits on mental and life force, perfectly replicating everything from reality into this virtual arena.

Starlight swirled beneath their feet. A flash of light in Qin Feng's hand, and a standard-issue alloy spear took shape, its shaft heavy and radiating a cold killing intent.

Across from him, Mog let out a hearty roar. A massive, heavy warhammer appeared in his palm, its head engraved with ancient flame patterns, brimming with explosive power.

"Qin Feng, watch out!"

Mog bellowed, his feet suddenly driving into the ground.

He shot forward like a bursting meteor, carrying an overwhelming momentum.

The warhammer in his hand didn't trace any complex moves; in an instant, it stirred the surrounding mental and psychic energy, forming a blurry, viscous force field—though far from reaching the domain level.

Ninth-level killing technique, Minor Accomplishment!

Though this force field hadn't yet solidified into a true "domain," it already bore its embryonic form. As soon as it appeared, Qin Feng felt the space around him turn to quicksand, every movement met with immense resistance and suppression.

The hammer hadn't arrived, but its momentum had.

This was the suppression of killing technique realm.

Qin Feng's pupils contracted slightly, but his battle-hardened instincts had already reacted.

He didn't choose to resist head-on. Instead, he stepped in a mysterious, ghostly sidestep, thrusting his spear upward at a tricky angle, the tip precisely aimed at Mog's wrist.

He sought not to wound, but to break the rhythm of his opponent's buildup.

"Clang!!"

The clash of metal rang out in the virtual space, jolting even their spirits.

Mog's warhammer grazed Qin Feng's spear shaft by a hair's breadth, the wind from the blow rattling Qin Feng's power armor.

And the thrust Qin Feng had aimed was solidly blocked by the bracer on Mog's wrist.

The strike missed, and they separated in an instant.

A flicker of surprise crossed Mog's eyes, but his battle intent only burned brighter.

"Fast reflexes! Again!"

He charged once more. This time, the warhammer's arc became wild and domineering—hammer after hammer, unrelenting, each one pulling at that viscous force field, pressing in on Qin Feng from all sides.

The air compressed, letting out strained explosions. The core of the battlefield seemed to become Mog's hunting ground.

Qin Feng's figure dodged, blocked, and counterattacked amidst the storm of blows.

The standard spear in his hand felt like an extension of his arm.

Facing Mog's wide, power-crushing hammer style, Qin Feng chose not to meet force with force.

His own ninth-level killing technique, *Sky-Splitting*, was also a method of power and momentum, but he had only reached the Entry level. Suppressed in realm, if he forced a clash of techniques, he would only fall into disadvantage.

Yet, was Qin Feng's martial foundation something a single killing technique could encompass?

Under Mog's ferocious assault, Qin Feng's expression grew calmer.

His mental focus sharpened, perfectly integrating the essence of his eighth-level killing technique, *Vast Mountain Range*—already at the Mastery level—into his spearplay.

Every block he made was more than a block; the spear shaft carried a heavy, mountain-like intent, perfectly deflecting the immense force from the warhammer.

Every counter he made was precise, the spear tip always stabbing at the weakest node in Mog's force field, like a steel needle, constantly pricking at that seemingly impenetrable field.

This was ultimate efficiency, the pinnacle of utilizing one's own power.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The battle raced on, and in the blink of an eye, over a hundred exchanges had passed.

The more Mog fought, the more alarmed he became.

He could clearly sense that Qin Feng's killing technique realm was indeed inferior to his own. That mental-psychic force field was thin and loose, utterly unable to contend with his Minor Accomplishment field.

Logically, he should have been able to crush his opponent within ten moves using his realm advantage.

But reality was different. No matter how wild his assault, Qin Feng was like a rock in the water—seeming on the verge of collapse, yet always standing firm.

What baffled Mog even more was that with every clash of weapons, he felt the recoil from Qin Feng's spear growing stronger, heavier!

"How is this possible?"

A storm raged in Mog's heart. "His mental strength and life force... seem higher than mine?"

The thought was almost unbelievable.

He had entered the Galactic level a full five hundred years before Qin Feng. In those five centuries, though his cultivation speed wasn't top-tier, he had followed the path steadily, never slacking.

Both his mental refinement and life force nurturing far surpassed what a newcomer who had just broken through to Galactic level a year ago could match.

Yet the facts were right before him.

With every clash, Qin Feng's body stood as steady as Mount Tai, while Mog himself, after hundreds of high-intensity collisions, began to feel a faint numbness in his muscles.

In that moment when Mog's focus wavered, Qin Feng seized the opportunity.

"Break!"

Qin Feng shouted, no longer purely on the defensive.

His blood energy and mental force erupted in an unprecedented way. The Entry-level *Sky-Splitting* technique and the Mastery-level *Vast Mountain Range* intent were forcibly fused in that instant.

The spear in his hand lost its agility, becoming plain and unadorned. As he thrust, it seemed to push an entire invisible, boundless divine mountain, carrying a resolve and dominance like the creation of the world, crashing fiercely into Mog's warhammer.

Boom!!!

This time, it was no crisp clash of metal, but a muffled, earth-shattering roar.

The psychic-mental force field that Morg had relied on to suppress Qin Feng was, before this terrifying power fused with the essence of two killing arts, like paper—torn apart and pierced through in an instant!

Morg himself, shaken by this overwhelming, irresistible force, stumbled back repeatedly, planting his warhammer into the ground and plowing deep furrows across the virtual starry floor before barely managing to steady himself.

In contrast, Qin Feng was also driven back several steps by the immense recoil, but the hand gripping his spear remained steady.

The two stood facing each other from a distance, both slightly out of breath.

This strike was nearly a draw!

At this point in the battle, victory or defeat had lost all meaning.

Morg glanced at Qin Feng, who stood calmly in the distance, his face a mask of utter astonishment.

The next instant, the virtual battlefield dissolved, and both their consciousnesses returned to reality, still standing outside the Tianxuan Corridor Bridge.

Morg let out a long, deep breath—a sigh both prolonged and complex. He looked at Qin Feng and said with a wry smile, "Qin Feng, your strength... it truly rivals mine, and even surpasses me by a hair.

I thought that with five hundred years of accumulation, I could surely hold a steady edge over you."

He shook his head, his tone filled with emotion: "Even among chief disciples, there are gaps... I understand now."

Qin Feng restrained his aura and humbly clasped his hands: "A stroke of luck, mere luck."

Though his words were modest, his mind was crystal clear.

This battle had given him the most direct and lucid understanding of his current strength.

In terms of killing-art mastery, he was indeed far behind Morg—that was a fact.

But his spiritual intensity and life force, the two core hardware metrics, had actually surpassed this senior chief disciple who had cultivated for over five hundred years.

There was only one reason.

Qin Feng’s hand unconsciously brushed his waist, where four twisted, grotesque Chaos-Selected skulls hung, exuding a faint, icy aura.

Chaos Bane!

This was his greatest trump card and what set him apart.

"Just slaying three Chaos-Selected has brought such a significant boost in strength..."

Qin Feng’s thoughts raced, "This enhancement has directly erased the five-hundred-year gap in cultivation between me and the previous chief disciple."

At that moment, Qin Feng saw his future path more clearly than ever.

The Myriad Races Battlefield was fraught with danger, but for him, those Chaos worshippers, demons, and Chosen were walking "experience packs" and "resource repositories."

Whenever he encountered them, he would kill them without hesitation!

"As for those true, black-hole-level Chaos Great Demons..."

Qin Feng’s gaze sharpened briefly, then quickly returned to calm, "They are not prey I can covet now. I must take it step by step."

Across from him, Morg, unaware of Qin Feng’s thoughts, simply sighed with genuine admiration: "There is always someone better, always a sky beyond the sky.

Only by coming to the Myriad Races Battlefield have I truly understood that the title of chief disciple is but a temporary one.

If you and I had been in the same cohort... forget being chief, I doubt I’d even make the top three."

His words held no jealousy, only recognition and awe of absolute strength.

"Brother Morg, do not sell yourself short," Qin Feng said with a gentle smile, offering comfort. "You and I are only troubled by this gap of centuries because our progress has been too swift.

Looking across the entire Myriad Races Battlefield, there are countless black-hole-level seniors who have spent millions of years without advancing to domain lord.

Our combined cultivation time hasn’t even reached three thousand years, has it? The road ahead is still long; a steadfast heart is the foundation of all."

Qin Feng’s words were calm and forceful, like a clear spring, instantly soothing the turmoil in Morg’s heart.

Morg paused, then nodded heavily, the disappointment in his eyes swept away, replaced by renewed fighting spirit: "Mm, you’re right! I was too fixated. Thank you!"

He grinned, revealing a bright smile: "I’m off to cultivate! I’ll strive to break through the first level of the Tianxuan Corridor Bridge within a thousand years! I hear that passing it grants access to some decent cultivation resources left by the Devouring Sky King."

"Mutual encouragement," Qin Feng nodded in return. "I plan to explore the Cosmic City a bit more, get familiar with it, and then head out to explore."

"Good! Then until we meet again!"

"Until we meet again."

After parting with Morg, Qin Feng did not rush to leave.

Following the map’s guidance, he used the teleportation array to quickly visit several other training grounds within the Cosmic City that were open to galaxy-level warriors.

He went to a place called the "Weapon-Washing Pool."

It was a strange pool of liquid spiritual energy. Warriors could submerge their equipment in it, using the pool’s power to accelerate the breaking of spiritual seals within the equipment, thus speeding up the refinement process.

This was quite useful for Qin Feng, allowing him to master the full power of the Crimson Gold Wings more quickly.

However, at his current galaxy level, even with the acceleration, fully refining the Crimson Gold Wings would still require an astronomical amount of time.

Beyond that, thousands of other training sites—such as the Devouring Sky Enlightenment Stele he had first seen, and various secret realms containing fragments of laws—all without exception had a clear "black-hole-level" entry threshold.

Standing before a grand building called the "Myriad Laws Furnace," Qin Feng felt the terrifying fluctuations of laws emanating from it—enough to shatter a galaxy-level warrior’s spirit—and a renewed sense of urgency arose in his heart.

At the galaxy level, here, he was still too weak.

Even as an empire’s chief disciple, even with combat power far exceeding his peers, the chasm of cultivation realms remained an insurmountable abyss.

Realizing this, Qin Feng no longer lingered at these "black-hole-level" cultivation sanctums.

He used the teleportation array to directly arrive at the "ground" area of the Devouring Sky Cosmic City.

Unlike the divine mountains, enlightenment stele, and corridor bridges suspended in the cosmic void, the scene here gave Qin Feng a touch of long-missed familiarity.

Beneath his feet was solid alloy ground; looking up, he saw simulated blue skies and white clouds.

Skyscrapers rose abruptly, with various anti-gravity vehicles weaving between them.

The streets were bustling—some warriors hurried past, while many ordinary people with peaceful auras strolled about.

Markets, restaurants, martial arts halls, training centers... there were even martial arts high schools and middle schools.

This place was like a super metropolitan area magnified to the extreme, built within the Cosmic City itself.

Qin Feng knew that the ordinary people living here were mostly the descendants of powerful warriors from their younger days, who, after countless generations, had formed a vast and stable social structure.

He casually walked into a tavern that seemed full of life and atmosphere.

The tavern was noisy, the air thick with the aroma of food and the scent of various energy-infused alcohols.

Qin Feng ordered a dish recommended on the menu, made from the flesh of some exotic beast, and while savoring this unique alien flavor, he pulled up the vast star map given to him by his senior brother, Fire Marquis, on his terminal.

His immense spiritual power, like invisible tentacles, rapidly scanned the star map while simultaneously connecting to the private forum of the Devouring Sky Cosmic City. A torrent of information flowed through his mind, processed, filtered, and integrated at lightning speed.

He had to plan the most efficient and reasonable training path for his first foray into the Myriad Races Battlefield.

"Hmm..."

Qin Feng’s gaze moved across the star map, each blinking point of light representing a different location and piece of information.

Charting the route, three core objectives must be linked in sequence. First, the mission entrusted by Master Sun of the Zen Hall—to rescue his old friend’s junior at the ‘Lei Xiang Sea’; second, also provided by Master Sun, the cosmic marvel soon to emerge; third, resource points along the way, suitable for my current strength, that can be explored as a detour.

The coordinates of the Lei Xiang Sea have been fixed. As for the location of the cosmic marvel, it lies even farther than the Lei Xiang Sea, but… excellent, they are roughly in the same direction, which will save a great deal of travel time.

“Now, the next step is to flesh out the route.”

Qin Feng’s mental power scoured the forum at lightning speed.

“Between the Devouring Cosmic City and the Lei Xiang Sea, there are several marked resource points… Got it!”

His gaze locked onto a location called the “Ancient Luo King’s Ruins.”

A post in the forum detailed the place: “The Ancient Luo King’s Ruins, according to legend, is the fallen site of a Feather Clan king-level powerhouse, ‘Ancient Luo King,’ from thirteen thousand years ago.

This king fell suddenly for unknown reasons, leaving behind only an intact palace mausoleum in the void.

Outside the palace, natural temporal turbulence guards it; inside, it is filled with restrictions set by the Ancient Luo King during his lifetime.

Danger and opportunity coexist. Black Hole-level experts have ventured deep, obtaining secret techniques and treasures left by the Feather Clan king, while others have perished within the restrictions.”

“Feather Clan… a king-level powerhouse’s mausoleum…”

A glint of sharpness flashed in Qin Feng’s eyes. “Difficulty rating: ‘Hard.’ Just right for me now. And its location lies precisely on my necessary path.”

In a flash of thought, a clear route map had already formed in Qin Feng’s mind.

First, leave the Devouring Cosmic City, cross the void with his physical body, head to the “Ancient Luo King’s Ruins,” explore for opportunities, and acquire resources.

Second, leave the ruins, continue deeper, reach the cosmic danger zone “Lei Xiang Mountain,” and find Master Sun’s old friend’s junior.

Third, after a successful rescue, directly use the Empire’s teleportation beacon to safely send him to the destination, “Thunder Cosmic City.”

This step saves the trouble of escorting him personally, maximizing efficiency.

With the worry resolved, he himself would set out from the Lei Xiang Sea, race at full speed to the coordinates where the cosmic marvel appears, and contend for that immense fortune!

“Perfect.”

Qin Feng saved the planned route into his terminal, then downed the last mouthful of energy drink from his cup.

He stood up, settled the bill without any hesitation, and strode straight out of the tavern.

Arriving at the spaceport on the edge of the cosmic city, Qin Feng chose no travel vehicle.

The “Crimson Gold Wings” were Black Hole-level equipment, consuming enormous energy to activate—a trump card for escape in critical moments, unsuitable for long-distance travel.

He merely activated the blue-gold power armor on his body, named “Limit.”

With a faint mechanical sound, the fierce yet elegant armor covered his entire body; the helmet closed, leaving only a pair of visors glowing with faint blue light.

He took a step, his form turning into a streak of light, soaring into the sky, and under the astonished gazes of countless people, he passed straight through the massive protective shield enveloping the Devouring Cosmic City.

The moment he passed through the shield, the cold, dead, dark aura of the outer universe rushed toward him.

No air, no sound—only endless solitude and the faint light cast by distant stars.

Qin Feng hovered in the vast void, glanced back at the cosmic city behind him, magnificent as a divine miracle, then resolutely turned, identifying the direction on the star chart.

The next moment, the power pack on his back, driven by Qin Feng’s mental power, emitted a pale blue flame.

Though slower than the Crimson Gold Wings, it could boost his speed by about thirty percent.

Then, like a precisely guided meteor, Qin Feng, dragging a long tail of light, plunged into the depths of the boundless star sea.

The deep void of the universe is not absolute darkness or emptiness.

But truly immersed here, Qin Feng still felt an indescribable solitude and vastness.

His form became a barely perceptible streak of light among the stars, traveling at a terrifying speed close to two-thirds the speed of light.

Yet, on the cosmic scale measured in “light-years,” such speed still seemed utterly insignificant.

“To cross an ordinary spiral arm galaxy at light speed would take tens of thousands or even a hundred thousand years…”

Qin Feng calculated silently, a sense of awe born from an individual life confronting macroscopic scales rising within him. “My speed is still too slow.”

This realization did not discourage him; instead, it strengthened his resolve to move forward.

“I must advance to the Black Hole level as soon as possible,” he resolved inwardly. “Only at that stage can I qualify to delve deeply into the mysteries of space.

If I can master the knowledge of constructing directional teleportation arrays myself, my mobility on the myriad races’ battlefield will undergo a qualitative change.” He recalled the teachings of his senior brother, Fire Lin Marquis, and the sights he had witnessed in the Devouring Cosmic City, understanding all the more why high-level warriors cherished their lives so much, striving to avoid physical destruction in battle.

Time cost was an expensive expense every strong warrior roaming the universe had to calculate.

Once fallen in deep space far from a stronghold, merely the process of consciousness returning, reshaping the body, and traveling back to the original exploration area could consume centuries, millennia, or even tens of millennia.

“Space knowledge—I must study it systematically in the future.”

This thought flashed through his mind and was deeply imprinted, becoming a clear to-do item on his martial path.

The journey was monotonous, but for Qin Feng, monotony meant the most efficient environment for cultivation.

He had long been accustomed to squeezing value out of every second.

While maintaining high-speed navigation, his mind immersed itself in two layers.

First, absorption.

The universe was not a vacuum; it was filled with chaotic and vast psychic and mental force fields—the afterglow of dying stars, the rhythm of nebular matter, the ancient ripples left over from the Big Bang.

Qin Feng slightly extended his Indestructible Tower, like an invisible magnetic mountain, greedily capturing these free, purest natural energies, converting them into meager nourishment for increasing his mental density.

Drops accumulate to fill a bucket; grains of sand form a tower.

Second, contemplation.

The vast majority of his mind was devoted to the immense knowledge system of the *Ten Complete Hands*, focusing on the chapter of “Accelerating the Compression of Indestructible Projections.”

This part of knowledge was profoundly mysterious, involving many advanced fields such as the essence of mental power, energy structure, and spatial collapse.

Every knowledge point required his galaxy-level thinking ability to operate at full capacity, performing billions of deductions and simulations.

Thus, amid lonely navigation and extreme cultivation, time slipped away quietly.

Ten years later, a peculiar star domain appeared at the edge of Qin Feng’s vision.

It was a planet locked by a star’s gravity, having lost its rotation, forever facing the blazing star on one side while the other side eternally sank into deep darkness and cold.

Light and dark formed the most extreme division on this planet.

“A life planet of the Shadow Clan.”

Qin Feng’s mental power swept over, immediately identifying it from the myriad races’ illustrated guide provided by the Empire.

The Shadow Clan, a race born to accompany darkness.

Light, for them, was poison, a curse that weakened their power.

Only Shadow Clan experts who had broken through life’s shackles and advanced to the planetary level could barely withstand the star’s light and heat.

The vast majority of clan members spent their entire lives on the planet’s eternal dark side.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Qin Feng retracted his form, silently merging into that boundless darkness.

Darkness was the Shadow Clan’s home ground, but it could not become an obstacle for Qin Feng.

The mental power emitted by his Indestructible Tower, now pure gold, spread like mercury, silently covering every inch of the land.

In this world where one could not see their own hand before their face, his perception was clearer than any eyes could ever be.

The terrain here was eerie yet magnificent; no flora existed, only vast, sweeping expanses of crystalline forests that blinked with an eerie blue light, absorbing cosmic radiation and geothermal heat.

The Shadow Clan lived within the cities and lairs formed by these crystals, their bodies seemingly woven from pure shadow, capable of

He merely extended a hand and clenched it fiercely downward.

"Hum——!"

The projection of the Undying Tower flashed and vanished.

That space instantly solidified, transforming into an invisible cage.

The Khorne demon, whose strength was equivalent to a stellar-level peak, along with all its fanatical followers, stiffened abruptly, as if crushed by billions of tons of pressure from all directions.

"Crack... crack..."

The sound of bones shattering rang out densely. Under the horrified gazes of countless surviving Avian cultivators, that arrogant demon, together with its army, was ground alive into a mist of blood.

One strike, cleared the field.

Qin Feng casually beckoned, and the demon's remnant, a skull filled with eerie energy, flew into his hand.

Killing a Chaos demon increased Qin Feng's strength somewhat; by now, he had six fist-sized skulls at his waist. These skulls were not physical but spiritual constructs, marks of Chaos.

This was his rightful trophy.

Having done all this, he glanced down at the Avians below, who were immersed in philosophy and mathematics.

Though they were weak, their thirst for knowledge stirred something in Qin Feng's heart.

He left behind a blank jade slip, imprinting upon it the most basic and universal cultivation theories, such as "tempering the spirit," "guiding energy," and "methods for refining the physical body."

He left no specific techniques or nurturing methods, only lighting a lamp of enlightenment for them.

After doing all this, Qin Feng's figure vanished into the sky.

He left cleanly and decisively, yet left an eternal myth on this planet.

The surviving Avian cultivators revered this majestic being who descended from the heavens and wiped out the evil in one blow, calling him the "Holy God," and built grand statues of him in every city-state, passed down through generations.

And Qin Feng, after slaying this Chaos demon, clearly felt his strength had once again increased considerably.

The chaotic power within that skull was absorbed and transformed by the Undying Tower, becoming nourishment for the growth of his spiritual density.

Time flew by; in the blink of an eye, a full hundred years had passed since Qin Feng left the Swallowing Heaven Cosmic City.

A century of solitary travel, a century of arduous cultivation.

His ninth-level killing technique, "Heaven Opener," through countless deductions and practical applications, naturally broke through to the "Minor Accomplishment" realm.

His cultivation base had increased more than tenfold compared to a hundred years ago.

But this "tenfold" was not a simple accumulation of total quantity.

Cultivation at the galactic level essentially involves infinitely compressing the spirit, increasing its "density," until finally, that indestructible projection millions of light-years tall collapses inward due to reaching its density limit, transforming into an "eternal singularity" containing infinite mass and energy.

Now, this tenfold increase was merely an insignificant one percent step on the long road to the limit density.

Moreover, cultivation at this stage was completely different from the previous tempering of golden spirit.

The former accelerated as it progressed, while increasing density became harder the further one went; every slight increase required geometrically multiplying time and resources.

Qin Feng knew this well; his mindset had been honed by millennia of cultivation to be as calm as an ancient well, neither impatient nor rash, steadfastly continuing along his own path.

Another ten years passed.

On this day, as Qin Feng was traversing a barren asteroid belt, a very subtle but exceptionally powerful spiritual wave swept over his body.

"Alert! Unknown life form detected entering 'Wild' territory! Threat level assessment in progress... Assessment complete: Low. Action plan: Capture or eliminate."

A cold, emotionless thought resounded directly in his mind.

Qin Feng's pupils contracted sharply, and he immediately stopped.

He looked up, and in the distant void, space rippled like water.

A black warship, ferocious in design and full of industrial brutalist aesthetics, silently jumped out of warp.

Then a second, a third...

In an instant, a massive fleet materialized out of nowhere, completely sealing off the space around him.

And at the center of the fleet, a mobile fortress larger than a planet slowly revealed its full form.

Atop the fortress, on a throne made of liquid metal, sat a colossal figure.

It was a mechanical lifeform. Its body was composed of countless intricate components, gleaming with cold metallic light, with millions of energy conduits connected to its back like nerves rooted in the fortress's core.

"Mechanical race!"

Qin Feng's heart sank.

What shocked him even more was that the moment his spirit touched the other, the cosmic will's panel spontaneously appeared in his consciousness.

[Hidden Dragon List]

[Rank 987: Wild]

[Race: Mechanical]

[...]

A prodigy from the Hidden Dragon List!

"Human?"

The mechanical prodigy named "Wild" spoke again in a cold voice, "Your energy reaction pattern is unique, of high research value.

Now, surrender and become my collection, or be disassembled into basic particles."

Before the words faded, a terrifying spiritual pressure capable of crushing stars descended with a bang!

Without a moment's hesitation, Qin Feng turned and fled!

Between him and "Wild," there was an insurmountable gap in strength.

The other's spiritual intensity was at least tens of times, even hundreds of times, greater than his.

"Boom!"

At the spot where Qin Feng had just fled, several thick energy beams struck precisely, vaporizing all the asteroids in that space.

"Escape is a meaningless calculation."

"Wild's" voice was utterly flat.

The entire fleet, along with that terrifying space fortress, ignited all engines, turning into a steel torrent that madly chased after Qin Feng's direction.

Qin Feng burst his speed to the limit, but the pursuers behind him clung like maggots on a bone, relentless.

Countless drone swarms and autonomous combat craft were released from the mothership, forming an inescapable net, constantly harassing and intercepting him.

"This won't work!"

Qin Feng's mind raced; he could feel the enemy's encirclement shrinking at an alarming rate.

"Wild's" computational ability was too terrifying, almost predicting every possible escape route.

He no longer held back; energy surged wildly within his body.

"Hum——!"

A pair of magnificent wings, composed of countless crimson-gold runes, suddenly unfurled from his back.

Black hole-grade equipment—the Crimson Gold Wings!

Though only preliminarily refined and unable to exert its full power, under Qin Feng's reckless energy infusion, the wings still unleashed an unimaginable propulsive force.

His speed instantly multiplied several times, transforming into a golden rainbow that tore through space, abruptly piercing out from the weak point of the encirclement.

However, "Wild" seemed to have anticipated this.

"Detected high-energy spatial equipment. Analyzing model... Match successful. Plan updated: Activate 'Endless Hunt' mode."

The cold voice echoed through the cosmos.

That enormous space fortress, and all the warships, their hull surfaces lit up with dense teleportation runes.

Light flickered, the entire fleet clung tightly to Qin Feng's trail.

And so, a life-or-death chase across the star sea began without warning.

Two streaks of light, one ahead and one behind, raced through the silent deep void of space.

One fought with all its might for survival, the other, driven by a cold, relentless mechanical will, launched a merciless hunt.

(End of chapter)