Chapter 261: The Bizarre Twin Rivers! The Gaze of the Evil God Khorne! Qin

Chapter 261: The Eerie Twin Rivers! The Gaze of the Chaos God Khorne! Qin Feng Finds His Other Half!

A flash of light vanished, and as the dizziness from the spatial teleportation fully receded, Qin Feng opened his eyes once more to behold a cosmic vista so grand and unimaginable that it violently crashed into his vision.

He now stood upon a massive teleportation platform, which itself held no special features, composed merely of countless cold metal and energy conduits, suspended in a dead and silent star system.

Yet the backdrop of this system was utterly dominated by two "rivers" that spanned the cosmos.

They were not rivers in the true sense, but torrents formed by twin waters, nebulae, stars, planets, dust, and an incalculable multitude of cosmic matter.

Each stretched for tens of thousands of light-years, intertwining and spiraling through the void in a trajectory of profound mystery.

In one river, billions of stars followed some grand law, flowing slowly in a forward direction; the other river was entirely opposite, with all its matter surging backward.

The two rivers were not parallel but intersected in a bizarre manner, forming one after another enormous symbol of infinity—∞.

These infinity symbols linked together, layer upon layer, spanning across the starry sky.

Qin Feng swept his spiritual power over them roughly and precisely captured a hundred clear intersection nodes.

At the cores of those nodes were not stars, but the most awe-inspiring physical celestial bodies in the real universe—black holes.

They were like a hundred pitch-black eyes embedded in the cosmic tapestry, radiating a gravity and stillness capable of devouring everything.

Qin Feng's martial knowledge instantly revealed the nature of these black holes.

They were products of real matter density surpassing a certain critical point, tearing apart the boundary between reality and the spiritual world (the Warp), natural "holes" between two dimensions.

Any matter drawn into them would be instantly hurled into the chaotic and harmful Warp, filled with the gaze of the Chaos Gods, thus vanishing completely from the real universe.

Of course, this power was not absolute for the strong of today.

Once a lifeform reached the Star-level, its powerful life magnetic field and mastery over space were enough to resist the terrifying pull and suction at the event horizon of a black hole.

Thus, many teleportation arrays of the myriad races in the universe were built upon relatively stable black holes, using their natural spatial properties for ultra-long-distance travel.

But this was ultimately a shortcut, a risky one; each teleportation was akin to passing by the dining table of a Chaos God, always at risk of being noticed by the terrifying entities roaming the Warp.

And now, these hundred black holes, serving as nodes of the Twin Rivers, seemed bound by some higher rule, becoming part of this cosmic wonder.

Qin Feng withdrew his scrutinizing gaze and spread his vast, golden-red spiritual power forward like a tide.

Instantly, a picture of extreme brutality and chaos unfolded in his perception with every detail laid bare.

Right upon those two surging "rivers," countless lifeforms were engaged in endless, bloody slaughter.

His spiritual power could clearly discern that the number of beings involved in the battle reached at least tens of billions!

Energy beams tore through nebulae, the roar of treasures shattered planets, the shouts of the strong and the wails of the dying transmitted through spiritual fluctuations in the vacuum.

Every minute, every second, hundreds or thousands of beings turned into cosmic dust, and their corpses and broken weapons were immediately swept away by the cosmic torrents, becoming an insignificant part of this magnificent scene.

Endlessly!

Apart from the teleportation platform he stood on, in all observable cosmic spaces around the Twin Rivers—above, below, left, right—there were other similar teleportation points.

Countless streaks of light, like moths to a flame, continuously poured into the Twin Rivers from all directions, this giant meat grinder.

Among these tens of billions of beings, Qin Feng sensed various racial auras: ferocious golden-armored giants, the Deathless race emitting cold deathly energy, the Light race composed of pure energy… The prodigies and strong of all races had set their sights on this place.

Yet, in this chaotic battlefield, human figures were scarce; indeed, within his spiritual perception, it seemed he was the only pure human martial artist.

What drew his attention more was that all the beings involved in the battle had their power limits precisely restricted to the Black Hole level.

No lifeform's energy fluctuation could touch the "Domain Lord" level.

"Again…"

Qin Feng understood in his heart.

This situation was not unfamiliar to him.

From the Ancient Luo King's Ruins to the Thunder Elephant Mountain, and now to the Twin Rivers, such "bans" against top-tier experts were inevitably the result of negotiations and compromises between the high-level humans and the high-level myriad races.

Though the tasks issued by the Cosmic Will could not be defied, the peak races could apparently influence the execution environment of the tasks through some means, jointly establishing a default "rule."

They might deduce the core objective and general scope of the task from the clues of the Cosmic Will, thus laying out plans in advance, confining the battlefield to the competition of the younger generation's prodigies, preventing the older generation of Marquis and King-level experts from stepping in and triggering a race war that would engulf the entire universe.

For Qin Feng, this was neither good nor bad news.

The downside was that he could not rely on human experts to directly protect him;

The upside was that the enemies he needed to face were at most the top Black Hole-level prodigies on the Hidden Dragon List, not Domain Lords or even Marquises whom he could not resist.

Just as Qin Feng was observing the battle, a strange phenomenon caught his attention.

In his spiritual perception, occasionally some beings, though not attacked by any enemy and even in empty surroundings, would suddenly, without any warning, have their entire bodies collapse, turning into basic particles and completely perishing.

This manner of death was extremely abrupt, with no energy fluctuation, no trace of law, as if erased from existence by an invisible and irresistible rule.

"Is this a special rule inherent to this cosmic wonder…"

Qin Feng's eyes narrowed, and he raised the danger rating of the Twin Rivers several levels in his mind.

Here, there were not only threats from enemies but also deadly traps from the environment itself.

He did not linger long on the teleportation platform. After a moment of thought, he made a decision.

No matter how perilous the road ahead, no matter how bizarre the rules, since the task had been issued, retreating would mean failure.

He moved his body, turning into an inconspicuous streak of light. Instead of joining the massive "charge" of other beings, he chose a more remote path, crossing the void toward one of the entrances of the Twin Rivers.

One month later.

Space travel was tedious and long.

Even with Qin Feng's current strength, fully activating his Crimson Gold Wings to reach the entrance would take a great deal of time.

During this month, he did not idle; while maintaining high-speed flight, he continuously adjusted his state, keeping both his spirit and body at their peak.

Finally, the colossal entrance of the Twin Rivers truly appeared before him.

The so-called entrance was the first of the hundred black hole nodes.

At this moment, outside the gravitational range of this black hole node, hundreds of times more beings had gathered than at the teleportation platform.

This formed a natural, chaotic "information hub."

A large number of beings hovered here, with varied expressions.

Some had fierce auras and fanatical eyes, clearly newcomers, ready to plunge into this treasure land;

Some had withered auras and unhealable injuries, their eyes filled with the shock and fear of having survived a disaster—they were "survivors" who had just completed a "drift" through the Twin Rivers and managed to live;

Some beings shuttled between the two groups, either forming temporary teams or loudly hawking information and maps.

Qin Feng still maintained his low-key disguise, mingling among a group of scattered cultivators with mixed auras, silently spreading his golden-red spiritual power like an invisible net, precisely covering this area, quietly listening to the conversations useful to him.

Soon, he locked onto several "survivors" who were trading information.

These beings were very willing to share their personal experiences in exchange for resources needed for healing or teleportation.

For those "newcomers" about to enter the Twin Rivers, this information, bought with blood and life, was invaluable.

"…Listen up, kid. Since the 'Void Marrow' you gave is pure enough, I'll tell you everything I know. How much you remember is up to you."

A being with a broken arm and a body covered in a rock-like shell spoke to a rather young-looking alien.

"The Twin Rivers, first you must understand, is a cosmic wonder. Since it's a wonder, it has its own iron laws. Violate them, and you die!"

"The first rule, and the most important one: any existence above the Black Hole level is absolutely forbidden from entering! Look over there,"

The rock creature pointed with its remaining arm toward the edge of the black hole's entrance. "See those massive floating corpses? Among them are Domain Lord-level beings like the elders of our race.

That was at the very start of the Twin River Battle. Some stubborn fools tried to force their way in, and what happened? The moment they stepped into the river's range, they fell instantly.

It was a direct erasure from the will of the universe, ignoring all defenses, ignoring all treasures. No living being can defy it!"

Qin Feng followed its gaze and, sure enough, at the edge of the black hole's gravitational pull, he spotted several enormous corpses radiating a terrifying residual pressure.

Even though they had been dead for who knows how long, the aura of Domain Lord-level experts still sent chills down one's spine.

"The second rule is also a death trap!"

The rock creature's voice grew even more solemn. "You've seen the structure of the Twin River—it's like countless infinity symbols linked together. This structure dictates that everything inside must flow endlessly.

Remember, everything! Including yourselves! Once you enter the river's range, you'll be swept along by that torrent and must move in the direction it flows.

If you try to stop, even for an instant, you'll be erased by the rules, just like those fools I saw before!"

"Then... what if I want to get out?"

A young alien asked nervously.

"Get out?"

The rock creature sneered. "Simple.

Starting from the entrance you entered, follow the river through a complete cycle, and eventually, the torrent will bring you back to this entrance. Only then can you safely leave. Trying to force your way back out through the entrance midway? A dead end!"

Qin Feng's mind stirred. This second rule explained the "instant death" phenomenon he had observed from afar.

Those beings hadn't died for no reason—they had either been in fierce combat, dodging attacks, or scrambling for treasures, and in a momentary pause, they triggered the fatal rule.

Of course, it wasn't absolute. Perhaps there were other rules, because Qin Feng also noticed some beings moving forward yet still falling.

On the other side, another group of beings was discussing the core of this contest.

"...Don't overthink it. The Twin Masks—that's not something we scattered cultivators can touch."

A voice was filled with helplessness and envy. "The third rule, you need to know. The Twin River has a total of a hundred nodes. Where we are now is the first node, both the entrance and the exit.

The legendary cosmic artifact, the 'Twin Masks,' is actually not one but two! One Yin, one Yang; one positive, one negative. You must obtain both masks simultaneously to truly claim this cosmic artifact."

"Obtain both at once? That doesn't sound too hard, does it? As long as you're strong enough, find both masks, and snatch them together?"

A puzzled being asked.

"Naive!"

The first speaker scoffed. "You think it's that simple? Have you forgotten the second rule? In the Twin River, everything must keep moving forward; nothing can stop.

This doesn't just apply to us living beings, but also to those treasures, and of course, to those damned masks!"

"Worse still, the 'Twin Masks' have a unique trait.

Any mask, as it flows with the torrent and passes through any of those hundred black hole nodes, will be instantly sucked into the black hole, travel through subspace, and then be randomly teleported to one of the other ninety-nine nodes, where it will be 'spat' out to continue drifting along the river!"

"Do you understand what this means?"

His voice suddenly rose. "It means that to seize both masks at once, you must meet an incredibly low-probability condition—that both masks, by sheer luck, happen to appear in the same stretch of the river!

This alone has stumped every top prodigy who has come here over the past millennia!

Even if you're lucky enough to get one mask, what then?

As long as you carry it through the next black hole node, the mask in your hand will vanish instantly, teleported to some node in a corner you don't even know!

So, obtaining a single mask is utterly useless!"

Hearing this, Qin Feng's expression grew even more serious.

This rule multiplied the difficulty of seizing the "Twin Masks" to an almost inconceivable degree.

"Then... if the masks are so hard to get, why are so many people coming here to die?"

"The fourth rule is the answer."

Another being, radiating a metallic sheen, took over the conversation. His voice was deep and seductive. "Because the hundred black hole nodes of the Twin River are not just channels for teleporting masks—they are also generous 'treasure troves'!

These nodes continuously spew out all kinds of rare treasures—top-tier resources unseen in the outside world, powerful Black Hole-level artifacts, precious special alloys, and even lost secret techniques and inheritances!

It is precisely these easily obtainable treasures that have attracted tens of millions of experts here.

For most beings, the 'Twin Masks' are just a legend, a gimmick. The resources spewed from the nodes are their true purpose for coming.

This has made the competition here incredibly fierce, and the casualties unbearably heavy..."

"..."

"By the way, what exactly are the Twin Masks as a cosmic artifact? What are their effects?"

"Who knows? Cosmic artifacts are extremely rare, and their effects are wildly diverse.

The most common cosmic artifact is the 'Contract.' Basically, any high-level being who reaches a certain level will try to get one. As for other cosmic artifacts, who can say?"

Qin Feng rapidly integrated all the intelligence in his mind, and a clear yet brutal treasure-hunting environment gradually emerged.

The seriousness in his eyes had reached its peak.

The Twin River's intricate and deadly rules, interlocking with each other, turned a treasure hunt into an ultimate trial testing luck, strength, patience, and wisdom.

The slaughter was thus catalyzed to the extreme.

Because besides the elusive ultimate goal of the "Twin Masks," there were countless tangible, immediate benefits constantly fueling the greed and bloodlust of all participants.

"To seize the Twin Masks..."

Qin Feng calculated silently in his mind. "First, you need incredible luck for both masks to appear in the same stretch of the river. Then, you need absolute, overwhelming strength to kill all the surrounding competitors eyeing them within the limited time before they reach the next node, and claim both masks at once...

After that, you must guard the Twin Masks until you drift to the exit and successfully leave."

"This requires both luck and strength.

And the demand for strength is absolute and crushing!"

He examined himself.

His Dao Foundation, the "Eternal Singularity," had reached 91% progress toward the Black Hole level. Only a final push of resource accumulation stood between him and true breakthrough.

Once he broke through, with the supreme foundation of the "Eternal Singularity" Dao Foundation, his base stats would far exceed those of his peers. Then, taking time to comprehend the Nine Spirit King's Nine Spirit Primordial Diagram secret art, as well as the *Main Seal* and *Ancient Luo Hammer* obtained from the Ancient Luo King's Ruins, and refining the Crimson Gold Wings, his combat power would explode once again.

By then, perhaps only the top monstrous prodigies on the Hidden Dragon List could face him head-on—and even they might not necessarily defeat him.

The "Eternal Singularity" Dao Foundation was his greatest confidence.

Once he broke through to the Black Hole level, he would be an absolute powerhouse among Black Hole-level beings.

But for now, it wasn't enough.

Trying to seize the Twin Masks at the half-step Black Hole level would make even self-preservation a problem, let alone snatching the prize from among tens of millions of experts.

"I must break through to the Black Hole level first!"

Qin Feng made the clearest, most rational decision in an instant.

"Without breaking into the Black Hole level, there is absolutely no possibility of seizing the Twin Masks!"

His goal temporarily shifted from the elusive "Twin Masks" to the "resources" spewing from the black hole nodes.

There lay his sole hope to accomplish his final accumulation and achieve the ultimate leap.

Having made up his mind, Qin Feng no longer harbored the slightest hesitation.

He took a deep breath, reining in all his outward spiritual energy, his form blending into the grand expanse like a single drop of water merging into the ocean.

Transforming into a resolute streak of flowing light, Qin Feng dove straight into that cosmic wonder that had swallowed countless lives yet nurtured infinite opportunities—the Twin Rivers.

……

Qin Feng's figure turned into an imperceptible streak of light, silently dissolving into the vast and magnificent entrance of the Twin Rivers.

The moment he entered, an unprecedented and bizarre sensation enveloped his entire being.

This was no river in the ordinary sense; it lacked the suppleness and moisture of water, replaced instead by a torrent of matter complex to the absolute extreme.

His spiritual energy could clearly perceive that the composition of the so-called "river water" was incredibly intricate, containing the most fundamental water molecules radiating peculiar spatial fluctuations, which must be the legendary "Twin Water";

It was further mingled with massive amounts of cosmic dust, fragmented meteorite particles, the torn remnants of shattered planets, blazing stellar matter, and nebulous gases that were brilliantly colorful yet harbored fatal perils.

All of this was swept forward along a predetermined trajectory by an invisible and irresistible grand law.

Qin Feng felt that power immediately; it was not a brute pushing force, but more akin to a directional flow of space itself.

By relying on his own strength, he could adjust his "depth" within this ceaselessly rushing "great river," either floating to the surface or descending to the riverbed, but no matter what, he could not stop moving forward, much less march against the current.

"The water of the Twin Rivers is composed of fundamental water quality, Twin Water, as well as a vast amount of dust, planets, stars, and nebulous matter."

"Within it, one is forced to move forward, but the vertical depth can be adjusted."

Qin Feng analyzed silently in his heart, adapting to this strange cosmic wonder while alertly observing his surroundings.

He saw countless creatures of diverse forms drifting helplessly within this great river just as he was, maintaining wary distances from one another, with brief and bloody battles occasionally erupting over the contention for a peculiar piece of drifting ore.

However, in the very next instant, Qin Feng's countenance changed drastically, and an unspeakable, icy palpitation originating from the depths of his soul caused his muscles to tense instantly.

That was an absolute and tyrannical connection that had manifested out of thin air.

His spiritual energy seemed to be drawn by an invisible thread, crossing a vast distance of several light-years to bind directly with a certain treasure located far downstream!

The location of that treasure was something he could clearly perceive, situated precisely within the river basin between the eighth and ninth nodes of the Twin Rivers.

What frightened him even more was that, accompanying this binding, a cold and ruthless law was branded into his soul: if that treasure were to be refined by any other living being, then at the exact moment the refinement concluded, he, Qin Feng, would perish directly, bypassing any defense, any distance, and any means! "Damn it!"

Even with Qin Feng's current calm and resolute temperament, he could not help but utter a curse.

A fury of being fooled and plotted against surged straight from the bottom of his heart to the top of his head.

The Twin Rivers, the Twin Rivers... so it turned out that the word "Twin" was the most core, insidious, and fatal rule of this place!

Previously at the entrance, those survivors had talked grandly, trafficking information and dissecting the so-called four major rules with perfect logic, yet they remained completely silent about this most critical point, with not a single soul mentioning this life-and-death mystery of "binding."

How insidious! How treacherous!

They were perhaps driven by a twisted sense of schadenfreude.

At this moment, Qin Feng finally understood.

Any living being that stepped into the Twin Rivers would, at the instant of entry, be influenced by the peculiar power of the Twin Water and the supreme rules of this place, forced into a "live together, die together" soul binding with a random drifting resource, secret treasure, or even a scroll of secret technique inheritance or a planet within the river.

Once the item acting as the "other half" was obtained and refined by someone else, the bound creature proper, no matter where they were, would be obliterated by the law at that very same moment.

"No wonder! No wonder so many creatures would suddenly die without any warning while advancing smoothly, their bodies instantly collapsing and their souls annihilated... so it was because their bound 'other half' had been refined by another creature in the distant downstream where they could not see!"

Qin Feng's heart turned completely cold, and cold sweat drenched his back.

He finally understood why the slaughter here was so frenzied, and why those ordinarily aloof geniuses and powerhouses would risk their lives for a mere resource that was not even top-tier.

Most of them were perhaps not acting out of simple greed for wealth and treasures, but rather to survive!

It was to find and seize the "other half" linked to their own lives as quickly as possible in this cruel game of death that affected everyone, reclaiming their destiny into their own hands from the vagaries of illusory luck.

This was the true reason why the Twin Rivers had run with blood for millions of years, even leaving the waters of certain basins stained a crimson hue!

This was no treasure-hunting ground; this was a grand arena meticulously constructed by cosmic laws, with the lives of all entrants wagered as the stakes!

"It must be fast! I must head to the river basin between the eighth and ninth nodes immediately to seize my 'other half' into my hands!"

Qin Feng's gaze instantly turned incomparably sharp, and all thoughts of relying on luck vanished without a trace at this moment.

He swiftly performed calculations.

"The total length of the Twin Rivers spans several hundred light-years, and according to those information brokers, there are ten nodes in total, meaning the length of each river section is approximately one light-year.

The drifting trajectory of the entire river is like an infinity symbol link, and completing a full cycle requires traversing a journey of nearly two hundred light-years.

Right now, relying on the Crimson Gold Wings, my limit speed approaches the speed of light, and to rush from the entrance to the space between the eighth and ninth nodes, the straight-line distance alone would take eighty to ninety years.

But this still ignores the influence of the flow velocity of the Twin Rivers itself..."

His heart sank bit by bit.

Although the flow velocity of the Twin Rivers itself did not match the speed of light, it was still a variable that could not be overlooked.

It would act like a conveyor belt, continuously sending the treasure bound to him further downstream.

With one side advancing and the other receding, the time required for him to catch up to that treasure would only grow longer.

"To catch up to that treasure, I will need at least a century!"

Qin Feng fell into silence.

A century.

This unit of time might be negligible under the vast cosmic scale, but here, in this bloody purgatory where powerhouses perished every minute and second, a century was long enough for any variable to occur.

The density of combat here was incredibly high, and its intensity defied imagination.

Over the span of a long century, that "other half" tied to his life would face the covetous eyes of countless powerhouses and be embroiled in countless tragic conflicts.

To count on it remaining safe and sound within a hundred years, undiscovered and unrefined by any living creature, the probability was nigh zero.

If he pursued it step by step, a century later, what awaited him would almost certainly be a hundred percent outcome of death.

"There isn't enough time... conventional methods absolutely will not make it, so only one choice remains."

Qin Feng's gaze cast toward the distance.

There, the first black hole node sat like the ultimate abyss of the universe, quietly brooding at the confluence of the two rivers, swallowing all matter and light that drew near.

"I can only take the subspace."

He saw that many creatures, who like him had only recently entered the Twin Rivers, experienced drastic changes in expression and subsequently turned around without hesitation, charging with all their might toward that first black hole node.

Evidently, they had made the same choice.

To abandon the opportunities that might exist in the first river section and enter the perilous subspace directly through the black hole, arriving precisely

Swish—

Without a moment’s hesitation, the resplendent and enigmatic crimson-gold wings behind Qin Feng unfurled abruptly, a cascade of gold-and-red light instantly enveloping his entire form.

He no longer drifted with the current but drove his speed to its absolute limit, transforming into a golden bolt of lightning that tore across the void, hurtling straight toward the direction of the first black hole node.

At his near-light-speed velocity, reaching that point would still take roughly ten years.

These ten years would be the longest and most agonizing of his life.

All he could do was pray—pray that his luck would hold, that the “other half” far downstream would not be seized and refined by any being during this decade; otherwise, every ambition he held would, in this cold cosmic river, turn into nameless bones.

The birthplace of cosmic wonders was far more perilous than he had ever imagined!

Time slipped away swiftly amid this extreme flight and tormenting wait.

The cruel law of the Twin River played out without cease.

Along his journey, Qin Feng witnessed countless beings suddenly fall.

One moment they might be locked in fierce combat, the next their bodies stiffened, life force ebbing like a tide, dissolving into cosmic dust; or perhaps they drifted quietly, only to burst inexplicably into a mist of blood.

Qin Feng knew—their “other half” had been refined.

Each time he saw such a scene, the urgency in his heart grew sharper.

Of course, some beings wore joy on their faces.

Their luck was extraordinary: the “other half” bound to them lay within the first section of the river, close at hand.

While most creatures rushed frantically toward the first black hole node, these few could calmly collect their “lifeblood” with hardly any competition.

The laws of the universe were sometimes so fair, and yet so unfair.

Time passed; five years vanished in a blink.

Just as Qin Feng focused solely on his journey, a familiar and powerful aura entered the range of his spiritual perception.

It was Blazing Flame—the prodigy of the Holy Spirit Fire Clan, whom he had encountered during the Cosmic Genius Tournament, a being of immense strength ranked among the top five hundred on the Hidden Dragon List.

At this moment, Blazing Flame was ablaze with sacred fire, charging toward the black hole node at tremendous speed, his face marked by anxiety and savagery.

Clearly, his luck was no better; his other half lay far downstream.

Yet, just as Qin Feng passed him, with mere tens of millions of kilometers between them, a sudden change occurred!

Blazing Flame’s vast, blazing body shuddered violently, his forward momentum halting abruptly.

The anxious expression on his face froze instantly, replaced by utter shock, bewilderment, and an uncontrollable terror.

The sacred flame on his surface began to fluctuate wildly, flickering as if it might extinguish at any moment.

“No… No!!”

A roar filled with defiance, despair, and boundless rage echoed across the starry void through spiritual fluctuations.

But the law’s erasure was cold and efficient.

Before his roar fully faded, his mighty body of pure energy began to crumble inch by inch; cracks appeared from nowhere, violent energy spilled outward, and finally, with a muffled “boom,” it shattered completely, scattering into a rain of dazzling light.

A Hidden Dragon List prodigy, a future powerhouse, fell here with endless resentment.

Qin Feng’s pupils contracted sharply.

He was extremely close to where Blazing Flame had perished. His powerful crimson-gold spiritual energy keenly caught an abnormal detail.

At the instant Blazing Flame’s body exploded and his life force vanished, a faint, nearly translucent wisp of soul origin—instead of dispersing into the cosmos as in ordinary death—was drawn by an invisible force, turning into a streak of light that followed the Twin River’s current and plunged straight into the subspace ahead!

“This—”

A storm raged in Qin Feng’s heart; his eyes widened in an instant.

“The ‘twin’ of the Twin River—could it be not merely a bond between a being and an object? But rather… a ‘twinning’ with something on a spiritual level? What is the true nature of this cosmic wonder?”

A more chilling guess surged into his mind.

“Or is this all a trap? Do the souls of beings who fall in the Twin River get captured and taken away by subspace evil gods? Is the entire Twin River a carefully crafted conspiracy by some subspace evil god to harvest the souls of prodigies?”

Countless questions churned in his mind, but he found no answers.

He could not understand.

This lay beyond the scope of his current knowledge.

At this moment, all he could do was bury these doubts deep in his heart and pray that his luck would be just a little better than Blazing Flame’s.

Another five years passed.

Ten years, on the cosmic scale, were but a snap of the fingers.

With the ultimate speed of his crimson-gold wings and the endurance granted by the Tenfold Hand, Qin Feng finally arrived at the location of the first black hole node, safe but shaken.

It was a magnificent sight that would inspire awe in any being.

A singularity of infinite mass and infinitesimal volume had torn an absolute dark “hole” in the canvas of space.

Around it, accreted matter formed a vast, blazing disk; light was grotesquely warped, and time grew viscous.

At the black hole’s poles, two terrifying jets of high-energy particles, millions of kilometers long, pierced the dark cosmos like the swords of a creator god.

Qin Feng felt the horrific gravity that could tear apart stars, gazed at the splendid yet deadly scene, and his eyes held no hesitation.

This seeming abyss of death was now his only path to survival.

He steadied his mind, drove his Indestructible Tower to its utmost, and wrapped himself in a crimson-gold spiritual radiance as his strongest defense. Then, like a pebble cast into the sea, he plunged without hesitation into the depths of the black hole’s event horizon.

Crack, crack, crack—

The moment he entered, an indescribably terrible gravitational force crushed him from all directions.

Qin Feng felt his flesh, bones, even every cell groan and twist under that power, as if the next instant they would be stretched into fundamental particles.

Fortunately, his crimson-gold Indestructible Tower, forged on a foundation of tens of millions of light-years in height, was unbelievably sturdy.

No matter how terrifying the external gravity, the tower stood firm, its spiritual radiance fiercely protecting his body, withstanding a force that would instantly disintegrate even a peak galactic-level being.

He shot straight through that bizarre, twisted spacetime, charging toward the singularity at the black hole’s core.

In an instant—perhaps less than an instant—

The world before him opened wide. Qin Feng found himself free of the material universe, arriving in a completely different dimension: subspace.

This place was utterly unlike the “subspace sanctuary” he had entered within human territory.

The human subspace sanctuary was a safe zone carved out under the Emperor’s supreme will; though it followed subspace laws, it was filled with order and light. Countless indestructible projections of human powerhouses dotted it like stars, radiating warm brilliance to illuminate the path.

But this place—this was the most primal, most real, and most dangerous subspace corresponding to the myriad-race battlefield.

Here, there was no light, only endless, viscous darkness.

The space was filled with countless mad, evil whispers that seemed to sound directly in the soul—some from the unwilling wails of countless fallen souls, others from the unspeakable horrors lurking in the depths of the dimension—the evil gods.

Qin Feng dared not listen, dared not discern.

He guarded his mind tightly, completely internalizing the power of the Indestructible Tower to prevent his spiritual fluctuations from attracting unnecessary trouble.

Qin Feng looked around. In this dead darkness, only one direction held a source of light.

At an extremely distant point, as if at the very end of subspace, shimmered a brilliant radiance bright enough to illuminate a quarter of the entire subspace.

That radiance was so holy, majestic, and inviolable.

Qin Feng knew that was where the Emperor's Golden Throne resided.

With this sole, eternal and indestructible coordinate, Qin Feng instantly discerned the direction.

Using the Golden Throne as a reference, he locked onto the corresponding coordinates of the Eighth Node of the Twin River in the Warp and began to traverse space.

Within the Warp, the distances of the material world lost all meaning.

With a mere thought, Qin Feng's form crossed an unimaginable distance, almost like teleportation, and in the blink of an eye, he arrived at the Warp region corresponding to the Eighth Node.

However, just as he prepared to leave the Warp and return to the material world, an extremely clear, grand, and battle-filled whisper exploded without warning in his mind.

That voice seemed woven from the cries of billions of battles and the clash of weapons, filled with a thirst for combat, glory, and slaughter.

Before Qin Feng's eyes, a vision even appeared—a brass throne built from the skulls of countless mighty beings, towering above a sea of blood!

“Qin Feng, the glory of battle—”

That grand voice was full of temptation, as if to lead him onto a path of pure slaughter.

But before those words were fully spoken, another voice, filled with wisdom, shrieked in Qin Feng's sea of consciousness—it was the voice of Tzeentch's Page:

“This one is mine!”

Tzeentch's Page burst forth with unprecedented brilliant light, countless arcane runes swirling to form a barrier of knowledge, blocking out that whisper filled with murderous intent.

“Heh heh—”

A cold laugh, full of disdain and brutality, answered Tzeentch's Page's declaration.

Immediately after, a blood-red skull, its surface engraved with countless esoteric runes representing slaughter and war, radiating an endless aura of carnage, appeared out of nowhere in Qin Feng's sea of consciousness.

It hovered there, facing off against the wisdom-radiating Tzeentch's Page from a distance, standing as an equal rival.

“……”

Qin Feng was silent for a moment, feeling this eerie and terrifying standoff in his sea of consciousness, and could only shake his head helplessly.

“Forget it, I’m used to it.

When I stepped into this Warp, I knew there would be such risks, but to quickly obtain my ‘other half,’ this is a price that cannot be avoided.”

He was no stranger to the attention of the Chaos Gods.

From the initial Tzeentch's Page to the current Khorne's Skull, he had become like a piece of Tang Monk's flesh, drawing the gazes of these chaotic entities.

But at this moment, he had neither time nor energy to deal with the ‘clash of immortals’ in his sea of consciousness.

He forcibly shifted his attention away from his sea of consciousness, ignoring the two chaotic artifacts locked in confrontation, and instead locked onto the spatial coordinates of the Eighth Node, channeling all his mental power to tear open the barrier of the Warp.

After a dizzying spin, Qin Feng's form was violently ejected by the raging, terrifying jets on either side of the black hole, reappearing in the material world.

The moment he appeared, before he could even steady himself, the soul-bound resonance came with unprecedented clarity.

“It’s that secret treasure!”

His mental power instantly enveloped a range of tens of millions of kilometers, immediately locking onto his target.

“A galaxy-grade precious metal!”

Qin Feng’s ‘other half’ was a strange metal about the size of an asteroid, its entire body displaying a dreamlike, vitreous luster.

It was quietly suspended in the river, drifting slowly downstream with the current.

At this moment, dozens of galaxy-level beings had gathered around it, engaged in fierce combat for its ownership.

Qin Feng temporarily put aside the confrontation between Tzeentch's Page and the Bloody Skull in his sea of consciousness, focusing all his mind on the situation before him.

He had to seize that metal, upon which his life depended, from the siege of these dozens of powerful beings in the shortest possible time!

Without a moment's hesitation, the crimson-gold wings on Qin Feng's back blazed with light, and his entire form transformed into a golden-red streak tearing through the dark cosmos, charging toward that galaxy-grade precious metal with an irresistible momentum.

(End of this chapter)