Chapter 262: Two Thousand Years Flashed by! Promoted to Black Hole Level Living Body

Chapter 262: Two Millennia Flash By! Ascension to Black Hole-Level Lifeform! Qin Feng's Power Soars, Learning Secret Arts!

The instant that galaxy-level precious metal was discovered by numerous covetous beings, Qin Feng's figure blazed forth like a golden lightning bolt tearing through the dark cosmos, striking with ferocious intent.

His goal was unmistakably clear—that vitreous metal, as if forged from the dreams of billions of stars, the "other half" bound inextricably to his own life.

This chunk of metal was the size of a small planet, suffused with an indescribable, dreamlike hue. Within its crystalline depths, countless rays of light seemed to slowly swirl, birth, and die.

It floated silently in the torrent of the Twin River, emitting spiritual energy fluctuations that, to galaxy-level beings, were no less than a blazing sun in the pitch-black night—a fatal temptation.

At this moment, over a dozen galaxy-level beings of myriad races, each of different forms, surrounded this strange metal, maintaining a fragile standoff.

Greed and vigilance interwove in their eyes. Each desired to claim it for themselves, yet none wished to be the first target of a collective assault.

Their auras churned the surrounding cosmic dust, forming a chaotic and oppressive force field.

Yet this delicate balance was shattered utterly by Qin Feng's arrival.

"Leave, or die!"

A frigid telepathic message, like a wind from the deepest abyss, swept through the consciousness of every being present.

Qin Feng stepped forth from the void, making no effort to conceal his aura.

His [Indestructible Tower] foundation, towering at ten million light-years and having already impacted the "Eternal Singularity" to 91%, projected an invisible, supreme majesty behind him.

His gold-crimson spiritual energy blazed like molten lava, as indestructible as divine metal. The mere exposure of his aura made those dozen galaxy-level beings tremble with a life-level dread.

They saw Qin Feng wielding a dark-golden spear—Star-Swallower—and clad in a set of blue-gold power armor exuding brutal aesthetics—Limit.

His face bore no expression; his eyes were calm, like a black hole about to devour everything.

"Human? Seeking death!"

"Just a galaxy-level, and so arrogant!"

"Let's gang up and kill him first!"

After a brief shock, a more savage killing intent erupted.

In the chaotic Twin River, racial hatred and treasure greed were magnified without bound.

Three alien beings, closest in proximity and resembling a fusion of mantis and metal, struck first.

Their compound eyes glinted with cruel light; their sharp forelimbs tore through the vacuum, leaving three pitch-black cracks that silently slashed toward Qin Feng's head, heart, and foundation core.

This was their race's proud combined killing technique, enough to instantly slay peers of the same rank.

Yet in Qin Feng's eyes, all this moved as slowly as a frozen tableau.

He raised the Star-Swallower spear in his hand, then thrust it forward with savage force.

Ninth-level killing art—[Heaven Cleaver]!

No earth-shattering roar, no dazzling brilliance.

Only an extremely condensed spear light, like the first ray of light from the Big Bang's singularity, or the initial edge that cleaved the primordial chaos.

Where the spear tip passed, space was not torn but directly "erased" by a more fundamental force, leaving a trail of absolute nothingness that spread outward.

The three black spatial cracks, upon touching this spear light, dissolved like snow under the sun, not even stirring a ripple.

The cruel expressions on the three mantis-like alien beings instantly froze, replaced by extreme terror and disbelief.

Their bodies, along with their souls, spiritual energy, and every trace of their existence, were thoroughly and cleanly erased from this universe beneath that seemingly plain spear light.

One spear, instant kill of three galaxy-level beings!

The viscous force field continued to spread, extremely terrifying, faintly forming a domain—indicating that Qin Feng's killing art was nearing perfection!

This horrifying scene plunged all the remaining restless myriad-race beings into an icy abyss. The flames of greed were doused by a bucket of ice water, leaving only bone-chilling cold.

They finally realized that this galaxy-level human before them was not on the same life level as them.

It was an all-encompassing, despairing suppression.

Their galaxy-level was a step-by-step accumulation;

Qin Feng's galaxy-level was a supreme foundation aimed at the "Eternal Singularity," its base a myriad times more profound than his peers.

Qin Feng's [Indestructible Tower] was a tower reaching toward eternity; the quality of his gold-crimson spiritual energy granted him a divine-demonic pressure.

These ordinary myriad races were no match for Qin Feng in either the quantity or quality of spiritual energy.

The realm of killing arts was even more like heaven and earth.

Most of them used eighth-level killing arts, few had ninth-level, while Qin Feng wielded the ninth-level [Heaven Cleaver], already mastered to a great extent, only a step away from perfection!

The gap in equipment was like a chasm.

For all these reasons, before Qin Feng, these ordinary galaxy-level beings were no different from ants.

Indeed, Qin Feng was, after all, the Empire's selected Chief, nearly invincible among peers of the same rank, and his cultivation speed was astonishing...

These myriad races, lacking even a systematic cultivation system, were like chickens and dogs before Qin Feng!

"Flee!"

Someone let out a desperate howl.

The remaining dozen myriad-race beings lost all will to fight. They madly burned their life force, turning into a dozen streaks of light, fleeing in all directions.

Qin Feng's expression remained unchanged. He once again moved the Star-Swallower spear.

A spear shadow, like a blue dragon emerging from the sea, chased down a giant covered in rock armor. The spear tip lightly tapped, and that rock body, capable of withstanding stellar annihilation, shattered inch by inch like a sand sculpture.

Another spear light swept horizontally, like an antelope hanging its horns, leaving no trace.

Three spectral beings attempting to escape by phasing into the void had just begun to turn ethereal when this spear light precisely sliced them from between reality and illusion, scattering their souls.

Qin Feng's figure strolled leisurely across the battlefield. His spear thrust, lifted, swept, or chopped—each strike inevitably felled a galaxy-level powerhouse.

The phantom of his [Indestructible Tower] behind him grew more solid, its gold-crimson divine radiance shining brightly.

Within a few short minutes, the once-chaotic battlefield fell silent.

Over a dozen galaxy-level myriad-race beings were slain to the last by Qin Feng, alone with his spear.

In the cosmic vacuum, only he remained, floating quietly before that dreamlike vitreous metal.

Qin Feng gazed at the "other half" before him, a hint of gravity in his eyes.

He did not, as usual, urge the Star-Swallower spear and Limit power armor to devour this strange metal brimming with immense energy.

Qin Feng dared not gamble.

The rules of the Twin River were too bizarre. Who knew how the cosmic will would judge if this metal were devoured and transformed by his celestial weapons?

If it were judged as "refined" or "vanished," then what awaited him might be the same fate as Blazing Flame—instant death.

The safest method was to preserve it intact.

Qin Feng extended his hand, pouring out vast spiritual energy. Carefully, he loaded this asteroid-sized metal completely into his subspace storage unit.

After doing this, Qin Feng let out a long sigh of relief.

At least, for now, his life was temporarily safe.

Others couldn't snatch it, and he wouldn't touch it—this was the most perfect solution at present.

"Next, I must seek resources and formally break through to the Black Hole level."

Qin Feng set his next plan in his mind.

He spread his vast spiritual power like an invisible net, instantly enveloping the vast space of several surrounding river sections.

Soon, he made a discovery.

At present, only one Twin Mask had appeared in the Twin River, drifting between the seventy-second and seventy-third sections.

The other was nowhere to be found, hidden perhaps in some subspace behind a black hole node, or yet to be spat out by a black hole.

Though only one mask existed, the river section where it lay had already transformed into a blood-soaked arena of slaughter.

Countless Galactic-level, Half-Step Black Hole-level, and even true Black Hole-level powerhouses were locked in a frenzied battle for a one-in-a-million chance.

The radiance of divine abilities and secret treasures illuminated that starry expanse as if it were day, while broken corpses and weapon fragments drifted with the river, converging into a veritable river of death.

Blood flowed like a river, and countless experts fell one after another.

After all, no one could be certain whether the other Twin Mask might suddenly appear in this river section the very next second.

Once the two masks converged, whoever could seize them both at the first moment would become the ultimate victor of this epochal opportunity.

Qin Feng quietly observed that brutal battlefield, his eyes as calm as an ancient well.

He knew well that with his current strength, rashly charging into such a meat grinder would leave him, at best, able to protect himself, but with no chance of seizing the mask.

Qin Feng withdrew his spiritual power and ceased to pay attention.

He moved with the currents of the Twin River, silently advancing while plundering the opportunities spat out from black hole nodes one after another.

Time flowed slowly amidst this silent plunder and slaughter.

The ensuing years unfolded like a fast-forwarded scroll, filled with wildness and bloodshed.

Qin Feng's figure was like a lone boat in the river, yet also the most lethal reef.

He traveled along the river, from the eighth node to the ninth, then to the hundredth node, and from the hundredth back to the first, completing a full cycle.

During this long journey, his spear claimed tens of thousands of souls from myriad races.

Wherever he passed, few could stand against him for the resources he coveted.

Of course, if he encountered treasures targeted by Black Hole-level beings, Qin Feng would not snatch them, for his strength was far from sufficient, and he had a clear understanding of his own limits.

Thus, Qin Feng traversed the Twin River, ignoring the vast array of precious items spat out by black holes.

There were rare alloys capable of forging Black Hole-level weapons, massive resources that could directly enhance cultivation and solidify foundations, ancient secret technique jade slips recording age-old inheritances, scrolls of formation diagrams outlining spatial laws, and secret treasures of various forms and powerful functions.

Because Qin Feng's goal had always been clear.

He primarily seized resources that could be quickly refined and converted into personal strength.

He had discovered that powerful secret techniques, formation diagrams, and secret treasures often immediately attracted the competition of true Black Hole-level warriors.

His current strength, though unmatched at the Galactic level, still faced an insurmountable gap when confronting true Black Hole-level experts.

Once, beside a planetary core freshly spat from a black hole, rich with a pure spiritual energy field, Qin Feng encountered an old rival—Yeluo, Son of the Stone Emperor.

At that moment, Yeluo had already broken through to the Black Hole level!

He was surrounded by a divine radiance as heavy as the universe, and with every gesture, he could manipulate the gravity of an entire star domain.

In their battle, Yeluo displayed overwhelming power.

Qin Feng's proud "Heaven-Splitting" spear art could not even fully breach the opponent's defense.

In that fight, Qin Feng's foundation nearly shattered, and his Limit Power Armor was covered in cracks.

Had he not decisively used the extreme speed of his Crimson Gold Wings to dive into the nearest black hole node and escape into subspace, he would have surely fallen at the hands of the Stone Emperor's son.

This crushing defeat gave him the most direct and profound understanding of the terrifying power of the Black Hole level, and it made Qin Feng even more eager to break through to that realm.

Another experience was even more harrowing.

At the critical moment, he stored a divine wood radiating immense life energy into his subspace storage unit.

The very next instant after the wood vanished, a powerful Black Hole-level being who had been competing with him for it exploded without warning, silently, right before his eyes, turning into a mist of blood and flesh, falling on the spot.

Qin Feng knew that the "other half" bound to this Black Hole-level expert was precisely the divine wood he had just seized.

Such incidents were not unique to Qin Feng.

Throughout the entire Twin River, the same drama played out endlessly.

A mighty expert who dominated one moment could, the next second, be reduced to cosmic dust because their "other half" was taken billions of miles away.

What Qin Feng experienced was but a microcosm of the struggle for survival among billions of beings within the Twin River.

Moreover, as time passed, news of the Twin River and the Twin Masks spread ever wider.

The number of beings entering the Twin River did not decrease due to the horrific casualties; instead, it grew.

Among them were top prodigies from various powerful races, whose participation made this already chaotic treasure hunt even more bloody and brutal.

Thus, amid daily battles, plundering, escapes, and cultivation, a full two hundred years slipped by.

Qin Feng, riding his Crimson Gold Wings, had nearly completed the cycle of one hundred river sections and returned to the entrance of the Twin River.

Two hundred years of trials had deepened and calmed his gaze, and his aura had become more restrained, like a peerless divine weapon sheathed in its scabbard.

Within his subspace storage unit, he had accumulated a vast amount of resources sufficient to propel him to the Black Hole level.

"Hmm..."

Qin Feng hovered outside the massive vortex at the exit, gazing at the still-chaotic river, calmly planning in his mind.

"The struggle within the Twin River has reached a fever pitch, but the end is still far off.

What I need to do now is temporarily leave the battlefield, go into seclusion to break through to the Black Hole level, conserve my strength, and maximize my power."

"My advantage lies in possessing the Crimson Gold Wings and the ability to traverse subspace.

Once both Twin Masks appear simultaneously and trigger the final battle, I can strike later but arrive first, directly entering subspace through a black hole node and rushing to the river section where they are located to join the fray."

This was, for now, the most prudent plan with the greatest chance of success.

He had already amassed sufficient capital; the next step was to convert that capital into true strength.

As for those beings who had also accepted tasks from the hostile cosmic will, Qin Feng had sensed their auras several times over these two hundred years.

Among them, the unluckiest, Blazing Flame, had long since fallen.

The remaining ones—Wild, Neil, Water Mo, Tucker, and others—were each fighting in different river sections of the Twin River, frantically seizing their own opportunities, with no intention of actively pursuing Qin Feng.

After all, until Qin Feng obtained the Twin Masks, the mission would not officially begin.

Wasting effort to target Qin Feng now would yield no benefit and only squander precious time and energy; it was better to plunder resources freely within the Twin River, enhance themselves, and prepare for the final battle.

Qin Feng's gaze swept one last time over the vast and chaotic river.

His spiritual power pierced through endless distances, revealing grand and tragic scenes.

In one river section composed of shattered stars, "Wild" of the Mechanical Race was locked in combat with a cosmic beast the size of a star.

He transformed into a war machine ten thousand feet tall, with billions of cannons roaring across his body, energy torrents like apocalyptic storms, causing the beast to roar repeatedly as its sturdy scales exploded.

In another region filled with illusory nebulae, "Neil" of the Light Race lightly tapped his fingertip, and countless rays of light coalesced into a massive cage, trapping dozens of powerful alien prodigies within.

Light transformed into blades, silently cutting; within the cage, blood rained down, yet from start to finish, not even the hem of his robe was disturbed.

There was also "Tark" of the Golden Armored Giant Beast clan, who unleashed the most primal and savage frenzy.

He used no technique whatsoever, merely swinging his enormous claws, tearing apart every meteor in his path, every powerful opponent, along with their prized secret treasures, into the most insignificant dust in the universe.

Every scene was filled with a sense of vastness, grandeur, and majesty.

These top prodigies standing at the forefront of the Hidden Dragon List each possessed combat power far exceeding their peers; their battles could dim the stars themselves.

Qin Feng silently took all of this in, the urgency in his heart growing even stronger.

He did not continue to watch, withdrew his gaze, and chose to leave the Twin River first from the entrance.

The moment he appeared near the teleportation platform outside the entrance, a creature with twin horns and an aura at the peak of the galaxy level noticed him.

"Esteemed sir, have you just come out of the Twin River?"

The creature lowered its posture, cautiously approaching to ask, "I wish to inquire about the latest intelligence from within the Twin River. I am willing to offer a pair of 'Blazing Flame Grass' in exchange."

"No."

Qin Feng merely spat out two words coldly, without even glancing at the other.

Before the words faded, the crimson-gold wings on his back suddenly unfurled. With a gentle flap, his entire form transformed into an uncatchable golden streak of light, vanishing instantly from the spot and darting into the vast depths of the cosmos.

He sped all the way until he reached a region of absolute stillness, devoid of any signs of life in the cosmic deep, and only then did Qin Feng stop.

This place was at just the right distance from the Twin River.

Here, his spiritual power could, like a radar, constantly monitor the situation across all reaches of the Twin River.

Should the Twin Masks show any sign of movement, he could detect it in the first instant and seize them with the utmost speed.

More importantly, this place was remote and hidden enough that no creature would come to disturb him—it was the perfect spot for seclusion and breakthrough.

Qin Feng sat cross-legged, suspended in the frigid vacuum.

With a thought, a vast quantity of cultivation resources, enough to fill an entire galaxy, surged from his subspace storage unit, swirling around his body and radiating dazzling lights of various colors.

Then Qin Feng slowly closed his eyes, entering a wondrous state.

He divided his mind in two: one part sank into his body, driving the supreme nurturing technique "Tenfold Hand," which had reached great mastery, to frantically refine and absorb the massive resources around him, converting them into the purest energy to assault the barrier of the Black Hole level.

The other part of his mind transformed into a boundless net of perception, constantly enveloping the distant, bloody, and chaotic Twin River, waiting in silence.

……

In the boundless depths of the cosmos, in a dead zone far from all routes, a figure sat quietly in meditation.

He wore the simplest black robe, his aura suppressed to the extreme, as if merged with the surrounding darkness.

Were it not for sufficiently powerful spiritual perception, even passing by him, one would take him for an insignificant speck of cosmic dust.

This figure was none other than Qin Feng.

Since leaving the Twin River two hundred years ago, he had remained here, beginning the final sprint to break through to the Black Hole level.

Massive resources were taken from his subspace storage unit, suspended around him, forming a brilliant nebula of countless precious substances.

These resources were accumulated bit by bit over two hundred years, at the risk of his life, in the bloody meat grinder of the Twin River.

The method of "Tenfold Hand" was driven to its extreme.

Qin Feng's body seemed to transform into a bottomless vortex, greedily devouring the surrounding resource nebula.

Those rare minerals, energy crystals, and heavenly treasures that would drive ordinary galaxy-level experts to ecstasy were now dissolving and decomposing at a visible rate, turning into the purest torrents of energy that surged into his limbs and bones.

This energy was not used to strengthen his physical body; instead, through the mysterious transformation of "Tenfold Hand," it was entirely sublimated into the purest spiritual power.

In his spiritual sea, that vast and boundless subspace, a towering giant tower of crimson-gold glass hue—the "Indestructible Tower"—was undergoing subtle yet profound changes.

The tower's volume, its majestic height of ten million light-years, had not increased by a single iota.

All the torrents of spiritual power were entirely used to fill and compress the tower's interior.

This was an exceedingly difficult process. The density of the Indestructible Tower had already reached an appalling degree; every strand of crimson-gold spiritual power was as heavy as a mountain, tightly pressed together with almost no gaps.

Now, what Qin Feng had to do was to forcibly cram even more spiritual power into this already near-limit structure, pushing that limit to its utmost.

Time lost all meaning in this monotonous and perilous cultivation.

Qin Feng's mind was completely immersed in the forging of the tower.

He could clearly "see" that with the influx of new spiritual power, the pressure inside the tower was rising geometrically.

The spiritual power structures forming the tower's foundation began to groan under the unbearable strain.

The tower's crimson-gold light grew more subdued, its hue shifting from brilliant glassy crimson-gold toward a near-solid dark crimson-gold.

This color signified that the energy density had reached a critical point on the verge of a qualitative change.

Maintaining the Indestructible Tower's volume unchanged while frantically increasing the total spiritual power within—this was how its "density" was enhanced.

The final ten percent increase in density was far more difficult than the previous ninety percent.

Every ten-thousandth of an increase required vast resources and long stretches of time.

Compressing spiritual power was like forging divine metal; the closer to the end, the heavier each hammer blow, the smaller each progress.

Qin Feng's will was as firm as iron; he cast aside all distractions, pouring all his mind into this final polishing.

And during the long years of his secluded cultivation, the Twin River outside had long been in turbulent flux.

A thousand years passed in the blink of an eye.

This cosmic wonder, once known only among a few experts, had now become the focus of the 1300 Star Sector and even more distant regions.

Endless creatures streamed in from all directions, among them no lack of elites and prodigies from various powerful races.

The teleportation platform outside the Twin River flickered with light almost every moment, sending batch after batch of beings driven by greed and ambition into this battlefield.

The situation on the battlefield grew ever more complex.

In the eight hundredth year of Qin Feng's seclusion, a massive fleet tore through space, appearing at the far end of the Twin River.

It was a steel torrent of countless menacing warships, and at the fleet's center, a colossal metal celestial body, its surface covered with gunports and arrays of runes, exuded a cold and savage aura.

It was an artificial moon—the war fortress of the Orc race.

The Orc army did not enter the Twin River directly but camped on the periphery, forming a brutal blockade.

They seemed to be waiting for something, or perhaps intimidating all other forces.

Their arrival cast an even thicker, bloodier shadow over this already chaotic battlefield.

For a thousand years, the slaughter within the Twin River had never ceased; on the contrary, it grew ever more intense.

But the legendary cosmic artifact, the "Twin Masks," remained like an illusory phantom, never once appearing in the same section of the river at the same time.

They were like two lovers forever unable to meet, drifting on their separate orbits, fraying everyone's nerves, turning this bloody contest into an endless war of attrition.

……

The first millennium of seclusion came to an end.

The resource nebula around Qin Feng had been consumed by ninety-nine percent.

Within his spiritual sea, the density of the Indestructible Tower had, at this moment, finally been pushed to its absolute limit!

It could no longer accommodate even the slightest trace of spiritual power.

The tower’s entire body took on a deep, dark gold-red hue, as if a dying star burned within, its light and heat bound by terrifying density, unable to leak out a single fraction.

On the tower’s surface, the countless arcane runes had ceased their flow, now fully solidified, etched into every inch of its structure, radiating an aura of eternal immortality.

The limit had been reached, and that marked the beginning of a qualitative transformation.

Across the universe, countless races, innumerable cultivation methods, and myriad paths all ultimately converged.

Their core could not escape the cultivation of life force and spiritual power.

And one of the ultimate goals of all cultivation was to construct, within the spiritual realm, a foundation capable of bearing all knowledge and power—a spiritual singularity.

With a spiritual singularity, it was like possessing a super terminal capable of infinite analysis, learning, and computation.

Knowledge was no longer a symbol to be memorized by rote, but a kind of “data” that could be directly analyzed, absorbed, and turned to one’s own use.

This was the common goal of cultivation for all races, the ticket to a higher level of existence.

As for the path beyond the black hole level, opinions varied widely; even the mighty human race had no unified answer—it was a realm that every strong individual had to explore on their own.

At this moment, Qin Feng’s path had arrived at this crucial juncture.

“Crack—”

A crisp sound, as if from the depths of the soul, exploded within his sea of consciousness.

On the surface of that indestructible tower, which had stood for millennia, bearing his supreme foundation and all his spiritual power, a barely perceptible crack appeared.

This crack, like a fuse, instantly triggered a chain reaction.

“Crack! Crack, crack! Crack, crack, crack—”

Dense cracks, centered on that first fissure, crazily spread across the entire tower.

Countless runes flashed with their final light as they disintegrated, then fell into silence.

The gold-red radiance, no longer contained by the terrifying density, burst forth from countless fissures, illuminating the entire subspace sea of consciousness in a blaze of light!

Then, it was not an explosion, but a collapse.

An ultimate, inward-collapsing great annihilation.

That indestructible tower, a million light-years tall, in the instant of its blazing radiance, completely shattered in structure.

It did not break into fragments, but under an irresistible, terrifying gravitational force originating from its own core, began a frenzied inward collapse.

The spire, the body, the base… everything, in a ten-thousandth of an instant, was squeezed toward the central point.

Space warped, time froze.

Qin Feng’s vast, ocean-like gold-red spiritual power, in this ultimate collapse, was completely compressed, ultimately returning to a single point within the subspace.

A point infinitely small, with infinite density, from which even light could not escape.

The singularity had condensed successfully.

In the very moment the singularity formed, a black hole of spiritual power was born.

This black hole differed from those in the material world; it devoured not matter, but information, knowledge, energy… anything related to spiritual power that drew near would be instantly pulled in, disintegrated, and fall into that eternal darkness.

[Eternal Singularity]!

This was the supreme foundation that Qin Feng had forged over millennia, with vast resources and immense willpower!

Almost simultaneously with the upheaval in his spiritual sea of consciousness, Qin Feng’s physical body in the material world underwent a earth-shattering surge.

First, the surface of his body began to exhibit a peculiar quality.

The surrounding light, the moment it approached his body, underwent a distinct distortion, as if pulled by an invisible force.

Some faint rays of light were even directly “absorbed” by his skin, vanishing without a trace.

His body seemed to have transformed into a miniature black hole, possessing the trait of devouring everything.

This was no metaphor, but a real change.

Every one of his cells, at the moment the Eternal Singularity took shape, underwent a fundamental structural remodeling.

The density, strength, and energy conversion efficiency of his cells skyrocketed in an irrational manner.

Second came the qualitative transformation of power.

An unprecedented, vast power surged from every corner of his body.

This power was far more condensed and weighty than before, at the peak of the galaxy level, by a hundredfold or more.

If the previous power was like rivers, the current power was like a sea of mercury, each drop containing terrifying mass.

This was the terrifying feedback brought by the Eternal Singularity.

“So that’s it… the Eternal Singularity, once ascended, makes one directly a powerhouse among the black hole level!”

Qin Feng slowly opened his eyes, feeling the surging, roaring power within him, and a wave of understanding rose in his heart.

He finally realized, through personal experience, how different the path he walked was from that of ordinary experts.

Ordinary black hole-level experts had limited scale and quality in their singularities; after ascension, they still needed long ages to accumulate energy, temper their bodies, and learn knowledge to grow stronger step by step.

But he, relying on the supreme foundation of the Eternal Singularity, had skipped that long accumulation process entirely.

His starting point was the endpoint that many black hole-level experts might never reach even after hundreds of thousands of years of struggle.

His strength came from the most basic, most essential numerical crushing!

Taking the experts currently gathered in the Twin River as an example, Qin Feng was confident that his current strength had surpassed ninety-nine percent of the black hole-level beings present.

Perhaps only those one or two ancient monsters who had immersed themselves in this realm for hundreds of thousands of years, mastering countless powerful secret arts and knowledge, could match him head-on.

But even they only held an advantage in technique and experience.

Once it came to a pure contest of power and foundation, Qin Feng had absolute confidence to utterly crush them!

Boom—!!!

An indescribably terrifying pressure, centered on Qin Feng, suddenly swept outward in all directions!

This pressure was not intentional on his part, but the natural radiation from the leap in life level after ascending to the black hole level.

Where the pressure passed, space rippled.

Countless drifting meteorites and dust in the universe, under this pressure, were instantly ground into the most basic particles.

On the periphery of the Twin River, countless beings—those navigating, on alert, or slaughtering each other—all at the same moment felt a tremor originating from the depths of their souls.

In their spiritual perception, in that distant and dead cosmic deep space, it was as if a colossal black hole had suddenly appeared.

That black hole radiated a terrifying aura of devouring all and annihilating all, like the ultimate celestial body of the universe; merely sensing its existence made their souls instinctively want to flee.

“A… a powerhouse has been born!”

“Such terrifying pressure! Is this a newly ascended black hole level? How can it be so fearsome!”

“Quick! Stay away from that direction! That is definitely not an ordinary black hole level!”

“Probably that human prodigy! Damn it, human prodigies are always monsters after ascending to the black hole level.”

Countless beings on the move instinctively adjusted their courses, avoiding Qin Feng’s location as if fleeing from a plague.

Everyone knows that there, an unimaginably terrifying existence was born.

Feeling the changes within himself and the reactions from the outside world, a helpless smile couldn't help but curl at the corner of Qin Feng's lips.

"Well, now I've become a pure 'stat monster'."

Qin Feng laughed self-deprecatingly.

This feeling was very strange.

Qin Feng slowly stood up, and his body, which had not moved for a thousand years, emitted a series of crackling sounds—his sinews, bones, and muscles adapting to the newfound power.

He did not act impulsively due to the surge in strength, charging straight into the Twin River.

On the contrary, his gaze was clear and calm.

Advancing to the Black Hole level was only the first step.

His terrifying learning ability had only just been unlocked now.

Qin Feng's spiritual power, like an invisible tide, once again enveloped the vast Twin River.

As he observed the situation within the river, he silently calculated his next moves in his mind.

"The foundation is laid, but I still lack the means."

"The urgent task is to quickly transform this powerful foundation into true combat strength."

He still had several trump cards to learn.

First was the nurturing method, the Tenfold Hand.

This technique had always been his greatest aid in rapid growth, and now only the final and most profound chapter remained unconquered.

Once he cultivated the Tenfold Hand to perfection, his efficiency in analyzing and digesting knowledge would undergo another qualitative leap, including his recovery abilities and so on.

Next was the Nine Spirit Origin Diagram, gifted by the Nine Spirit King.

That was a supreme secret art considered top-tier even among Black Hole level cultivators, its power unfathomable.

Finally, there were the Ancient Luo Hammer and the Master Seal from the Ancient Luo King's legacy.

These two secret arts were equally mysterious—one related to artifact forging and treasure refinement, the other to control and contracts—both highly practical methods.

Qin Feng decided to continue his seclusion!

He would cultivate these secret arts at least to the entry level, building his own combat skill system suited for Black Hole level battles, before entering the Twin River.

Of course, this plan had one precondition—if the Twin Mask appeared simultaneously during this period, he would unhesitatingly interrupt his cultivation and immediately seize it.

He knew his priorities clearly.

...

Time continued to flow mercilessly.

The evolution of the universe was measured in billions of years; a mere century was but a drop in the ocean.

For Qin Feng, who had already advanced to the Black Hole level, his perception of time had become increasingly blurred.

Five hundred years passed in the blink of an eye.

Under the terrifying analytical power of the Eternal Singularity and his profound understanding of the Tenfold Hand, Qin Feng finally conquered the last obstacle of this nurturing method.

When the final runic structure was successfully parsed and integrated into his being, his entire aura underwent a transformation.

A flawless, all-encompassing Dao resonance slowly emanated from within him.

The Tenfold Hand, perfected!

At the perfected level, the Tenfold Hand's effects were monstrous.

It not only retained all its basic functions but also derived a core ability specifically for Black Hole level experts—greatly enhancing the efficiency of digesting and absorbing "knowledge" itself.

If before learning was like reading a book, now it was like directly digitizing an entire library and importing it into the brain.

With this perfected nurturing method as a foundation, Qin Feng's speed in learning other secret arts skyrocketed once more.

Another five hundred years passed.

With the aid of the perfected Tenfold Hand, Qin Feng successfully cultivated both the Ancient Luo Hammer and the Master Seal—two obscure and complex secret arts—to the entry level.

The Ancient Luo Hammer was a method of artifact forging. Forging was temporarily useless to Qin Feng, but he could use the Ancient Luo Hammer to break through the countless restrictions within the Crimson Gold Wings. Not to mention anything else, just during these five hundred years of testing and learning the Ancient Luo Hammer, Qin Feng had incidentally shattered thirty-six restrictions within the Crimson Gold Wings.

Now, when he activated the Crimson Gold Wings, his speed could even reach several times the speed of light...

The Master Seal was a spiritual secret art that could condense a mark with powerful binding and control abilities.

These two secret arts greatly enriched his combat options.

As for the top-tier Nine Spirit Origin Diagram, Qin Feng also attempted to learn it.

However, the results forced him to temporarily abandon it.

The difficulty of this secret art exceeded his imagination.

It was not a single killing move but a complete and vast offensive system, involving complex applications across nine dimensions such as space, spiritual energy, and mental power.

To even reach the entry level, he feared it would take at least ten thousand years just to grasp the surface.

"It's still too much of a stretch."

Qin Feng shook his head and decisively set it aside for now.

"My ninth-grade killing method, Heaven Cleaver, is not yet perfected. I haven't even mastered the most basic 'domain.' Forcing myself to cultivate an offensive secret art of this level is still too ambitious."

One must eat bite by bite, walk step by step.

After this thousand years of secluded cultivation, Qin Feng had gained a clearer understanding of his own strengths and weaknesses.

In terms of base stats, he was already top-tier.

His auxiliary nurturing method had reached perfection.

His special secret arts had reached entry level.

What he lacked most now were suitable offensive means and a matching weapon.

"It's time to take another trip into that Twin River."

A sharp glint flashed in Qin Feng's eyes.

"The Nine Spirit Origin Diagram is too high-level for routine combat now. The Heaven Cleaver killing method is only a ninth-grade technique; even if I master control, it won't be enough. I need to snatch some simple, direct, and powerful offensive secret arts to use as a stopgap."

"Also, Devourer and Limit need to advance.

I must grab more top-tier alloy resources to help them both break through to the Black Hole level secret treasure tier. By then, my overall strength will see another massive boost."

One clear goal after another surfaced in his mind.

He felt his current state was unprecedented—clear thinking, formidable strength, and numerous trump cards.

Facing the "death difficulty" cosmic will mission, he felt no fear; instead, he was filled with confidence.

As long as he proceeded step by step, there was no reason he couldn't seize the Twin Mask and complete the mission.

And once he succeeded, obtaining the "Terminal Singularity" that surpassed the Eternal Singularity, then he, Qin Feng, might truly embark on an invincible path to the pinnacle.

Speaking of which, it was because none of those pursuers took Qin Feng seriously. After all, the mission required Qin Feng to obtain the Twin Mask first. If Qin Feng failed to get it, killing him would yield nothing. So in the early stages, aside from the Stone Emperor's son, Yeluo, no one targeted Qin Feng.

This gave Qin Feng time to develop, and by now, they could no longer target him even if they wanted to.

With this thought, Qin Feng hesitated no more.

He moved, transforming into a streak of light too fast for the naked eye to catch, tearing through the dark void of space, and once again, he charged fiercely toward that cosmic spectacle that had roared for millennia and run with rivers of blood—the Twin Rivers.

(End of chapter)