Chapter 266: The Strong Gather! Extreme Black Hole Arrives! Hunting Qin Feng

Chapter 266: Convergence of Titans! The Ultimate Black Hole Arrives! Hunting Qin Feng! Onto the Path of Desperation!

"I must strictly follow the path laid out by the cosmic will, traversing countless unknown star regions, and finally reach the Thunderclap Cosmic City."

Qin Feng's mind raced at an unprecedented speed, calmly analyzing the profound meaning behind every word.

"On this path, there is no room for luck, no detours, no hiding. Every year, my location will be made public, like a moving target, attracting all hunters."

"And my enemies, on the surface, are seventy-two Black Hole-level beings, including almost all of my old nemeses from the Genius War and the Myriad Races Battlefield. Each of them is a renowned prodigy on the Hidden Dragon List, each possessing powerful trump cards and legacies."

"The annual short-range spatial teleportation is my only mobility advantage, to be used at the most critical moment, as a trump card to 'break the deadlock' or 'save my life.'"

"At the end of all these risks lies the supreme foundation that surpasses the 'Eternal Singularity'—the 'Final Singularity.' Once forged, my soul quality may surpass all known beings in this universe, and my physical strength will reach an unimaginably terrifying level."

Qin Feng took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the excitement stirred by the immense temptation deep within him, forcing himself into absolute calm.

He was well aware that these seventy-two Hidden Dragon List prodigies, though fearsome, were not the most lethal threat in this pursuit.

"The mission has begun. The top races of the universe, such as the Stone Clan, the Light Clan, and the Mechanical Clan, will never be satisfied with merely sending these prodigies to hunt me down."

"To seize the 'Dual-Face Mask' and the 'Thunder Emperor Legacy,' they will surely dispatch the true hidden power within their clans."

"Those... 'Ultimate Black Hole Beings' who have steeped in the Black Hole level for millions of years, exhausted all potential, yet never broken through to the Domain Lord level!"

Such existences were the most terrifying.

They might not match the talent of prodigies like Neil or Yeluo, but they possessed something the latter could never rival: a span of time measured in millions of years.

In that endless time, they had honed every skill, every secret art, every battle experience to the pinnacle achievable by mortal beings.

They were nearly invincible existences below the Domain Lord level.

"My current strength, compared to those 'Ultimate Black Hole Beings,' is probably still a notch below."

Qin Feng had a clear understanding of himself.

"What I lack is not foundation, not power. With the 'Eternal Singularity' and the 'Dual-Face Mask,' my base stats might even surpass theirs. What I lack is 'means'!"

The killing arts and secret techniques he possessed were still too few.

One set of "Cun Mang," one set of "Ten Complete Hands"—these formed the entire core system of his offense and cultivation.

Though concise and efficient, when facing those ancient monsters who had cultivated countless secret arts to perfection, the monotony of his methods would undoubtedly become his most fatal weakness.

"It's about one hundred and thirty years before I drift out along the Twin River and reach the entrance."

"I must seize this final one hundred and thirty years to comprehend the 'Nine Spirit Primordial Diagram'!"

A clear and resolute plan took shape in Qin Feng's mind in an instant.

The "Nine Spirit Primordial Diagram" was a top-tier Black Hole-level secret art passed down to him by the Nine Spirit King.

If he could grasp its rudiments, the shortcoming of his monotonous methods would be greatly remedied.

Then, with the fragments of the "Ancient Luo Bell," the Chief Medal, the Ancient Luo Bell fragments, and the Mechanical Clan twin—a trump card never used before—he might just carve a path of survival through this deadly pursuit, where the odds were nine deaths to one life!

Having made up his mind, Qin Feng wasted no more time.

He sat cross-legged, letting his body drift slowly downstream with the undercurrent of the Twin River, while his entire mind immersed itself in the profoundly mysterious "Nine Spirit Primordial Diagram."

"Huh?"

With just a preliminary attempt at comprehension, Qin Feng was surprised to find that the situation was completely different from before.

Once, the "Nine Spirit Primordial Diagram" had appeared to him like a starry sky shrouded in thick fog, so abstruse that even with all his effort, he could scarcely glimpse the true form of any single star within it.

Now, as his spiritual quality had transformed—especially after integrating the Mechanical Clan's aptitude for analysis and calculation—the thick fog covering the starry sky seemed to have thinned considerably.

Though still not clear, he could now vaguely perceive the outlines and trajectories of certain runes within it, and his mind began spontaneously generating fragmented, wondrous ideas about composition and energy flow.

"If... I could create some special mechanical constructs, forming a kind of 'matrix' to assist my spiritual power in deduction and calculation... would the speed of comprehension become faster?"

A bold thought emerged in Qin Feng's mind.

He acted immediately.

With a thought, he retrieved a large amount of alloy from his storage unit, and under the control of his spiritual power, began attempting to assemble and shape them into the "mechanical matrix" he had imagined.

However, reality soon dealt him a heavy blow.

These alloys were nothing but dead matter in his hands.

He could easily mold them into blades, spears, swords, or halberds, but he could not endow them with even the most basic "computational" ability.

What he constructed were mere models with empty shells, incapable of any effective linkage with his spiritual power.

"It seems this must be the true core inheritance secret art of the Mechanical Clan."

After several hours of attempts, Qin Feng finally gave up in resignation.

"This technique of perfectly combining matter, energy, and information to build a matrix with powerful auxiliary capabilities must require systematic learning and inheritance. Starting from scratch on my own would be nothing short of a fool's dream."

"In the future, if I get the chance, I must make a trip to the heartland of the Mechanical Clan and see if I can learn related secret arts. If I can truly combine the Mechanical Clan's super intelligence and mechanical matrix with my 'Ten Complete Hands'—one responsible for lightning-fast comprehension of knowledge, the other for rapidly converting knowledge into strength—then I will have no weaknesses left."

Qin Feng smiled, temporarily shelving this thought, and put away all the alloys and distractions.

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

He refocused his mind, beginning to split his consciousness in two.

A thread of barely perceptible spiritual power, through the mysterious link of the "Dual-Face Mask," silently crossed vast distances of space and descended into a highly concealed camp of mechanical constructs left behind by the wilds near the Twin River.

In the deepest part of the base, a dormant repair-type robot's eyes quietly lit up with a faint glimmer.

Having done this, Qin Feng felt completely at ease.

This was the last retreat he had prepared for himself.

Even if, in the future, this human true body bearing the "Eternal Singularity" should fall, even if the singularity itself were destroyed, his core soul could "rebirth" within this mechanical construct and rise again.

Thus, everything was ready.

Qin Feng cast aside all stray thoughts, sat cross-legged in the icy river water, and drifted slowly with the current toward the endpoint destined to be bathed in blood.

His entire mind had transformed into an invisible sharp sword, beginning to strike with full force against the unbreakable fortress of wisdom that was the "Nine Spirit Primordial Diagram."

A one-hundred-and-thirty-year seclusion, a race against death, had begun.

...

At the exit of the Twin River, that star region once twisted and chaotic due to cosmic wonders now fell into an even more terrifying dead silence.

This silence did not stem from emptiness; on the contrary, it arose from the presence of far too many terrifying life forms that should never have gathered here at the same time.

Hundreds of figures—or rather, hundreds of wills comparable to moving natural disasters—floated silently in the cold, dead cosmic vacuum.

They varied in form and aura, but each exuded a Black Hole-level pressure capable of easily tearing apart stars and annihilating civilizations.

These pressures interwove and collided, yet strangely maintained a fragile balance, causing the light in this space to be extremely distorted, as if it had turned into a piece of glass on the verge of shattering under countless immense forces.

Here was the center of the storm, the hunting ground where hunters gathered.

Young prodigies renowned on the Hidden Dragon List, ancient monsters who had secluded themselves for tens of thousands of years at the Black Hole level, and those direct-line powerhouses from the top cosmic races, noble in bloodline and arrogant in demeanor—all had gathered here.

Their gazes, whether greedy, solemn, or filled with naked killing intent, were all fixed on the entrance of the Twin River, still flowing slowly and spewing broken laws.

All beings were waiting, waiting for the final victor.

Time, in this star region shrouded by terrifying pressure, had lost its meaning.

No one knew how much time had passed—it might have been a mere fleeting instant, or perhaps several long years—when a microscopic, nearly imperceptible ripple quietly rippled outward from the chaotic entrance of the Twin Rivers.

Immediately following it, an aura of unparalleled dominance, pure and refined to the absolute extreme, began to slowly seep out from within, like an ancient cosmic behemoth awakening from a deep slumber.

Within this aura was contained an invincible vitality of the physical body, akin to a newborn neutron star; its mere existence caused the surrounding space to tremble in its wake.

Simultaneously, it was laced with a gold-red spiritual energy of such breathtakingly high quality that it sent shudders through the heart, sharp as a celestial sword forged of divine metal, slicing at any soul that dared to peer at it.

"It is Qin Feng!"

"This aura... it is far more powerful than before! He won!"

"What of the Mechanical Race's Kuang Ye? His soul fluctuations... have completely vanished!"

"Dead... Kuang Ye is dead! Even after deploying the cosmic artifact, the Balance of Desire, the ultimate victor remains the human, Qin Feng!"

One by one, thoughts laden with shock and sheer disbelief flashed and exchanged rapidly among the hundreds of Black Hole-level powerhouses.

Kuang Ye's strength and trump cards were known to all the geniuses present, and that Balance of Desire was a legendary treasure capable of reversing the heavens and the earth; yet even so, he had lost, lost so thoroughly that not a single trace of his soul imprint managed to escape.

This meant that the human named Qin Feng had not only seized the two Twin Masks, but had likely pocketed the cosmic artifact, the Balance of Desire, as well!

For a moment, even those prideful, fiercely rebellious geniuses of the Hidden Dragon Rank could not help but feel a shred of heartfelt admiration for Qin Feng.

To be able to turn the tables and emerge victorious from such a desperate situation against Kuang Ye, who possessed the advantage of information and a supreme treasure, was something that could not be explained by mere strength alone; it demanded unfathomable wisdom, calculation, and a decisive nature that dared to wager everything on the line.

Yet, admiration remained admiration.

Those who needed to be killed still had to be killed!

The temptation of the Twin Masks was enough to burn away all reason and sentiment into ash.

Furthermore, the hunt mission issued by the Will of the Universe carried rewards bountiful enough to drive any Black Hole-level being into madness.

Admiration was the respect given to the strong.

Slaying was the hunger for the supreme treasure.

The two, in this cruel universe, were never contradictory.

Almost at the exact moment it was confirmed that Qin Feng was the final victor, the fragile balance in the field shattered, and a deluge of long-suppressed malice and killing intent erupted like a burst dam.

"Heh, a fool from the Star-Devouring Behemoth clan has also caught the scent and crawled over."

A clear voice tinged with a hint of mockery rang out, as the leader of three beings composed entirely of pure radiance shifted his form, his emitted light condensing into the heroic outline of a humanoid figure.

His gaze locked onto a colossal entity not far away whose size rivaled a nebula, which was slowly opening a maw vast enough to swallow stars, "What a pity that during this venture into the Twin Rivers, I failed to find the legendary Heavenly Evolution Alloy. Otherwise, I would surely have severed your head, you old bastard, and taken your primal core to forge a Heavenly Evolution Weapon exclusive to my Light Race!"

On the dark surface of that gargantuan entity known as the "Star-Devouring Behemoth," a single eye resembling a red supergiant slowly opened, reflecting the figure of the Light Race powerhouse with utter derision and contempt.

"Noisy Light Race."

The Star-Devouring Behemoth's thought resonated like dull thunder in the deepest recesses of every being's soul, "You seem to have forgotten how, just thirteen thousand years ago, the 'Son of Holy Light' Karus of your Light Race was chewed up and swallowed along with his Holy Light Domain in the mouth of Senior 'Void Throat' of my clan. The wailing of that light before it went out remains, even now, the most beautiful melody in the universe."

"You court death!"

The Light Race powerhouse flew into a rage, the light around his body instantly exploding, nearly condensing into a physical Spear of Judgment.

"Roar!"

Right at that moment, a far more savage roar interrupted their confrontation.

On the other side, a terrifying beast entirely covered in dark gold armor, whose size was not a bit inferior to the Star-Devouring Behemoth, abruptly took a step forward; each of his breaths caused a violent tidal phenomenon in the surrounding space.

"You fools of the Star-Devouring clan, why waste breath on these bugs that only know how to emit light?"

The gold-armored behemoth roared in a booming voice, the sound waves turning into a physical shockwave that caused the blood and vitality of many weaker Black Hole-level beings to churn, "When that human comes out, crush him, snatch the masks, and then we shall decide whose teeth are sharper and who can crunch the other's bones!"

"Heh, the barbarians of the Gold-Armored clan are truly simple-minded brutes..."

Yet another beast, known as the Starry Sky Kun, let out a low laugh and mocked without politeness.

In an instant, three Black Hole-level powerhouses from the three major branches of the Starry Sky Behemoth race—the Star-Devouring Behemoth, the Gold-Armored Behemoth, and the Starry Sky Kun—formed a distinct confrontation with the three powerhouses of the Light Race, their six terrifying auras grinding against one another as the scent of gunpowder reached its absolute peak.

However, this was merely the beginning.

"Buzz—"

Space distorted once more, and three crystalline figures shimmering with magnificent purple light quietly materialized.

Each of them was composed of hundreds of millions of perfectly faceted crystals, their bodies seemingly harboring an entire universe within which laws of nature were born and extinguished.

"The Crystal Race!"

"It is the three elders under the Amethyst King!" As soon as these three Crystal Race powerhouses appeared, they did not even bother with the confrontation between the behemoths and the Light Race; their gazes instantly locked onto another domain composed of ghastly green soul fire and endless withered bones.

"Kaya!!"

One of the Crystal Race powerhouses unleashed a mental roar laden with endless fury, his crystalline body shaking violently with rage as his purple light flared, "That Soul Lord beneath your seat is Elder Zijing of my Crystal Race, who fell thirty thousand years ago! You damned desecrator of corpses, how dare you enslave the remnant body of my clan's powerhouse!"

Within that domain of dead souls, a lich seated upon a throne of white bones slowly raised his head, two points of ghostly blue soul fire dancing wildly within his hollow eye sockets.

Behind him, there indeed stood a massive skeleton composed of purple crystal; though it had long lost all breath of life, the residual law fluctuations within its body still proclaimed its identity as a member of the Crystal Race during its lifetime.

"Hehehe..."

The Undead lich named Kaya let out a dry, grating laugh, "Elder Zijing? A fine name. However, I prefer to call him a 'collection item.'

I must say, the bodily structure of your Crystal Race is truly marvelous; even after death, it remains a top-grade soul vessel and battle puppet. He is far more useful now than he ever was alive."

"You! Are! Courting! Death!"

The three Crystal Race powerhouses were driven into a total frenzy, terrifying energy pooling within their bodies, on the verge of striking immediately.

"What? Wish to start a war here?"

Beside Kaya, another Undead Sovereign shrouded in a black robe and holding a massive scythe spoke coldly, an endless aura of death spreading out, casting a grey, decayed hue over the surrounding starry sky, "We wouldn't mind collecting a few more fresh 'collection items' of the Crystal Race before we slay that human."

Both sides stood with swords drawn and bows bent, a great war hovering on the brink of triggering.

"Boom!!"

At this exact moment, a bolt of thunderous light more brilliant and dazzling than a stellar explosion erupted in the center of the field without warning!

A being composed entirely of violent lightning descended upon the place; his appearance caused all the surrounding entities to feel a wave of numbness originating from the depths of their souls.

"The Holy Spirit Thunder Race!"

This powerhouse of the Holy Spirit Thunder Race had clearly come upon hearing the news to seize the inheritance of the Thunder Emperor; it was just that he had arrived too late, the thunder cocoon having long been taken by Qin Feng, and now even the Twin Masks had settled into place.

His gaze swept rapidly across the field, finally locking onto a liquid being that presented a deep blue color, resembling a miniature ocean.

"Shui Mo!"

The Thunderstorm Monarch's voice was like grand thunder from the highest heavens, filled with unquestionable dominance and greed, "You lowly aquatic thing, you also dare to covet the inheritance of the Thunder Emperor! Where is that trash Chi Yan? Has he been devoured by you? Just as well, devouring you altogether might allow me to glimpse a shred of the mystery of fusing two Holy Spirit powers!"

Before his voice could fade, the Thunderstorm Monarch had already made his move!

He transformed into a lightning spear that pierced through heaven and earth, carrying the laws of universal destruction as it stabbed straight toward Shui Mo's core!

"Hmph! Thunderstorm, do you truly take me for a soft plum to be squeezed!"

The Holy Spirit Water Race powerhouse named Shui Mo let out a cold snort, his liquid body instantly shifting, turning into a sky-blotting, colossal wave that contained the power to 'overcome hardness with softness' and 'penetrate every crevice,' rising to meet the lightning spear.

Lightning and water, two entirely opposing forces violently collided!

There was no earth-shattering roar, only the ultimate annihilation.

Thunderous light raged frantically within the giant wave, attempting to evaporate everything;

Yet the water currents transformed into billions of invisible threads, continuously permeating and dismantling the tempestuous structure of the thunder.

This brief, tentative clash unexpectedly concluded with an evenly matched draw.

The Tempest Sovereign re-manifested his physical form, a flicker of astonishment passing through his eyes.

"Heh, rather interesting. Shui Mo, it seems the fortuitous opportunity you obtained within the Twin Rivers is far grander than I imagined. Now, I actually cannot utterly evaporate you at the very first instant."

The Tempest Sovereign smiled, yet the greed within his tone grew increasingly heavy, "Could it be that you truly devoured that fool, Chi Yan? His flame origin was actually able to elevate you to such a degree?"

"Heh."

Shui Mo's form flowed slowly through the void, offering no explanation regarding Chi Yan's death, his voice turning ice-cold instead, "Tempest, once I ascend to the realm of Sector Lord, the first person I shall kill is you. Your thunder origin will be my finest nutrient."

The numerous powerful experts gathered around watched this scene with great interest; many entities did not even conceal their mocking thoughts.

"The infighting of the Holy Spirit Race is truly a traditional spectacle one never tires of watching."

"Their race seems to rely precisely on mutual devouring to evolve; it is truly barbaric yet highly efficient."

"A race that prides itself on being noble, yet is internally bloodier than any other, is truly laughable."

Just as the scene grew increasingly chaotic, and the animosities and conflicts among the various races were about to be thoroughly ignited, a terrifying pressure indescribable by words suddenly descended upon every corner of this star field like an invisible, colossal mountain.

That was an aura that transcended all the black-hole-level entities present—ancient, boundless, and suffused with a suffocating scent of blood, as though an ancient deity or demon had stepped forth from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

The originally noisy and chaotic scene instantly fell dead silent.

Whether they were the tempestuous giant beasts, the arrogant Light Race, or the mutually hostile Crystal Race and Necros, all of them involuntarily reined in their auras under this pressure, turning their suspicious and uncertain gazes toward its source.

They beheld the distant void, where a golden light tore through the darkness, approaching at a deliberate pace.

It was a Golden-Winged Great Peng bird, whose physical size obscured the heavens and shielded the sun.

Every single one of his feathers seemed as though forged from the purest stellar fire, shimmering with an immortal, divine radiance.

His eyes were so sharp they seemed capable of piercing through the long river of time, reflecting images of the universe's birth and demise within them.

He did not deliberately release his pressure, yet his mere existence alone caused the surrounding space to bow and submit to him.

Jin Chi!

A title that represented the "limit" and "legend" within the realm of the black-hole-level!

"It is Jin Chi! The Golden-Winged Peng of the Demon Race!"

"He... is he not supposed to be in secluded meditation under the command of Marquis Blood Massacre, striking at the Sector Lord realm? Why would he appear here!"

"Marquis Blood Massacre... I remember now! Within the Twin Rivers, the first renowned black-hole-level expert Qin Feng decapitated was that Medicine Elder! Rumor has it that the Medicine Elder had shown great kindness to Marquis Blood Massacre!"

"So that is how it is! This is Marquis Blood Massacre sending someone to exact vengeance for the Medicine Elder!"

"My heavens, the Demon Race has also entered the field... this is one of the true peak races of the universe! Marquis Blood Massacre is an even more illustriously famous marquis-level powerhouse within the Demon Race!"

"There will be a grand show to watch now; Jin Chi is a genuine limit-level black-hole entity, having steeped himself in the black-hole realm for a full several million years, his heritage unfathomably deep. Rumor has it he once clashed head-on with a powerhouse who had newly entered the Sector Lord realm and survived!"

"Qin Feng has truly provoked every single force he could and could not afford to provoke this time."

"..."

"Speaking of which, were it not for the Human Race's unreasonable protection, given the allure of the Twin Mask, the one descending now would probably not be Jin Chi, but Marquis Blood Massacre, or even a supreme king-level powerhouse."

"Indeed... the protection rules of the Human Race are indeed preposterous. But this also gives us an opportunity; as long as it is within the rules, they can at most dispatch a limit-level black-hole expert. Even if Qin Feng is killed, the Human Race can say nothing."

"..."

The several hundred proud black-hole-level experts present were currently conversing in succession, yet no matter who it was, whenever the name "Jin Chi" was mentioned, their tones carried a deep-seated dread.

This was a living legend who had truly fought his way out of countless bones; his formidable reputation was enough to suppress all defiance present.

Jin Chi's arrival was like a basin of ice water, dousing all the conflicts that were about to erupt.

His pair of golden eyes slowly swept across the entire field; wherever his gaze landed, no matter who it was, they felt a tremor originating from the depths of their souls.

Finally, he spoke slowly, his voice grand and majestic, resounding within the mind of every living entity.

"Fellow Daoists."

A mere two words were enough to cause the original clamor to thoroughly subside.

"Regarding today's matter, I presume the objective of all fellow Daoists is identical to mine."

Jin Chi's voice carried not a shred of emotion, "That is, to decapitate the human, Qin Feng!"

His gaze swept across the experts of the Light Race, the giant beasts, the Necros, and the others as he continued, "This youth Qin Feng possesses both top-tier destiny and strength, and now that he has obtained the Twin Mask, his power will inevitably skyrocket once more. If we are a scattered heap of sand, fighting our own battles, it is highly probable he will find an opportunity to exploit, crushing us one by one, or even escaping with his life."

"Therefore, I propose that before he appears, we temporarily set aside all grievances and jointly lay down a Starry Array to completely seal this place off, cutting off all his paths of retreat."

"Once he appears, he will certainly plunge straight into the array. At that time, the array will be activated, and with the strength of our several hundred fellow Daoists, it will be enough to suppress and kill him in an instant, obliterating all his vitality!"

"As for after Qin Feng is slain,"

Jin Chi's tone paused slightly, a cold and severe light flashing through his eyes, "We shall each rely on our own capabilities to contest for the Twin Mask and the other great treasures upon his body to determine the victor, how about it?"

Jin Chi's words were like a colossal boulder cast into a calm lake, stirring up a thousand layers of waves.

The experts present harbored varying thoughts.

Yet they all understood that what Jin Chi said was the truth.

Facing a Qin Feng who could reverse-kill Kuang Ye and seize the Twin Mask, the risk of fighting alone was far too great.

To first join hands to strangle the greatest variable was undoubtedly the most secure and rational choice.

Moreover, this proposal was put forward by Jin Chi, an entity at the limit of the black-hole-level.

His strength and prestige were sufficient to weigh down all objections. Whoever dared to oppose at this moment would likely be the first to face Jin Chi's sharp talons, which were capable of tearing stars asunder.

After a brief silence, the Lich Kaya of the Necros Race was the first to emit a dry chuckle, "Heh... Lord Jin Chi's proposal is exceedingly good. My Necros Race has no objection."

"My Giant Beast Race agrees!"

The Golden-Armored Giant Beast spoke in a booming, muffled voice.

"The Light Race seconds the motion."

"The Crystal Race agrees."

"..."

For a time, all the powerful races expressed their stances one after another, agreeing to Jin Chi's proposal.

Before this common, overriding objective of "slaying Qin Feng," all conflicts and hatreds were temporarily suppressed.

"Good!"

The golden light within Jin Chi's eyes flared magnificently as he nodded with satisfaction.

"Since that is the case, let us begin!"

He emitted a clear, resonant cry, spreading his wings as boundless divine golden fire gushed forth, transforming into the foundation stones of the grand array.

"Fellow Daoists of the Necros Race, please use the power of deceased souls to connect with the void, fixing the two poles of the array!"

"Fellow Daoists of the Giant Beast Race, please use your physical bodies to guard the four directions as array cores, stabilizing the space!"

"Fellow Daoists of the Light Race and Crystal Race, you are proficient in spiritual force control; you shall be responsible for constructing the array lines, drawing upon the free spiritual psionic fields of the universe!"

"The two from the Holy Spirit Race, use your origin power as the core drive to operate the grand array!"

"I shall command the formation, slay Qin Feng!"

Under the unified direction of Jin Chi, a being at the ultimate black hole level, a net cast wide for Qin Feng began to slowly unfurl.

Three undead clan elders chanted ancient incantations in unison; endless souls emerged from the void, forming two distinct rivers of spirits—one black, one white—that pierced both ends of the formation.

Three starry sky beasts roared, each taking a position; their colossal bodies transformed into three immovable cosmic mountains, locking the very structure of this space in place.

The light clan warriors clasped their hands in seals, weaving billions of threads from pure light;

The crystal clan released their primal cores, projecting intricate three-dimensional runes.

Light threads and runes intertwined, swiftly constructing a vast net of laws that covered the entire exit of the Twin River.

The sacred thunder clan and sacred water clan exchanged a glance, setting aside their enmity for the moment, and simultaneously unleashed their purest source power.

One thunder, one water—two opposing forces at the formation's center formed a constantly rotating energy core, brimming with terrifying power of creation and destruction.

A [Star Dipper Grand Formation], led by an ultimate black hole entity and gathering the strength of over a dozen top-tier clan black hole powerhouses and hundreds of beings of the same rank, was slowly taking shape.

The formation's aura remained restrained, but its dread might had already begun to seep out.

The entire exit of the Twin River had become a silent, deadly trap.

All was ready, only waiting for the prey to walk into the snare.

(End of this chapter)