Chapter 275: Name Shakes the Star Sea! The Name of the Ferocious God Deters Ten Thousand Races! Universe

Chapter 275: Renowned Across the Starry Sea! The Name of the Fiend, Deterrer of Ten Thousand Races! The Reaction of the Universe's Peak Clans! The Contention for the Mission

In the dark, desolate void of the cosmos, that final trace of necromantic brilliance belonging to Setir completely vanished after a strange distortion, as if it had never existed.

Using an unfathomable secret technique, he had completed a short-distance spatial teleportation and fled just before Qin Feng’s sensory lock could completely close around him.

Qin Feng stood where he was, making no move to pursue.

His pitch-black eyes were like two bottomless ancient wells, reflecting the birth and death of stars, yet remaining utterly devoid of ripples.

He knew that hunting down an old monster like Setir, who had lived for millions of years, was a thankless and arduous task.

Creatures of this ilk had long since engraved the concept of "survival" into the deepest recesses of their souls.

They possessed so many trump cards and such bizarre escape techniques that it defied common logic.

He might be able to heavily wound him, but to completely kill him required a level of strength that could absolutely crush him, erasing him from existence in a single instant; otherwise, it would inevitably devolve into a long and pointless war of attrition.

At his current level, he had not yet reached that height.

Furthermore, Setir’s final "feint"—that secret technique which seemed earth-shattering but was actually meant to buy time for flight—had indeed secured him the most critical fraction of a second.

When experts clashed, life, death, victory, and defeat often hung upon such a fleeting instant.

Qin Feng slowly withdrew his gaze, no longer thinking about the escaped Setir.

A loser was not worth any more of his mental energy.

He turned his gaze toward the battlefield that had just endured an earth-shattering conflict.

In the void, the residual waves of energy still raged with violent fury.

The space was like glass cut by countless sharp blades, riddled with microscopic yet deep fractures, with turbulent currents of the subspace flashing through them from time to time.

Seven Limit Black Holes and over a hundred Black Hole-level powerhouses had fallen here, the energy and life essence erupting from them before death painting this star sector into a magnificent yet fatal zone of absolute death.

Those colossal remnants of bodies had not yet completely collapsed into primordial black holes under the influence of cosmic laws, still maintaining parts of their living forms.

The corpse of the Crystalline Limit Black Hole was like a shattered mountain range of crystal, each fragment reflecting a heart-palpitating light; the remains of the Golden-Armored Behemoth saw its golden blood flowing like molten gold, slowly solidifying in the void; the bodies of the Stone Clan powerhouses had transformed into countless meteors of varying sizes, their surfaces still bearing the brand of Dao runes...

All of these were treasures.

To any cosmic empire, the corpse of a Black Hole-level powerhouse was a strategic resource significant enough to command the attention of the highest echelons.

And here, such resources were scattered everywhere.

Qin Feng’s expression remained indifferent. With a single thought, his massive spiritual power spread out like an invisible net, instantly enveloping the battlefield for millions of miles around. He waved his hand with a gesture that seemed casual yet contained a rhythm that controlled all things.

"Collect."

A single, simple syllable escaped his lips.

In an instant, the winds and clouds changed color over the battlefield.

The corpse of that Crystalline Limit Black Hole, along with the scattered fragments of secret treasures from its explosion, was drawn by an irresistible force, rapidly shrinking and transforming into a streak of light that plunged into the spatial ring on Qin Feng's finger.

Immediately after came the second, the third...

Those remnants of Black Hole-level creatures scattered across the battlefield, those broken or even largely intact secret weapons, gathered from all directions like weary birds returning to their forest, forming a torrent composed of corpses and treasures that continuously poured into that seemingly ordinary ring.

The entire process flowed like water, lasting a mere dozen or so breaths.

The battlefield, which moments ago had been a chaotic mess of destructive energy, was instantly swept completely clean.

Aside from the ripples of energy in space that had yet to calm and those unerasable spatial fractures proving what a tragic and fierce battle had taken place here, not a single corpse or weapon could be seen.

Having done all this, Qin Feng’s figure shot across the sky like a black meteor, descending straight toward Chiyu Pass.

The moment his feet stepped onto the ramparts of Chiyu Pass, following a brief and dead silence, a mountain-toppling, ocean-surging roar of cheers abruptly erupted!

"The Fiend!!"

"The Fiend Qin Feng!"

"He won! Single-handedly... he routed the pursuit army of the Five Alliances!"

"My god... what did I just witness? Seven Limit Black Holes! That was Setir! The famous general of the Demon Clan, Setir, was actually beaten into a headlong flight!"

Countless martial artists, whether they were the defending forces of the Chiyu Cosmic Empire or travelers who happened to be staying here, fell into a state of near-frenzied excitement and worship at this moment.

Their voices converged, creating soundwaves powerful enough to shatter stars.

Gaze after gaze, filled with awe, gratitude, fanaticism, and disbelief, gathered upon Qin Feng like an incoming tide.

At this moment, he was the sole center of this grand pass, a walking deity in the minds of everyone present.

By his own power alone, he had frontally routed a terrifying army capable of easily wiping out a powerful cosmic empire.

Qin Feng’s original intention had not been to protect the Chiyu Cosmic Empire; he was merely clearing out the enemies hunting him down.

But in reality, his actions had truly averted a cataclysmic disaster for the Chiyu Cosmic Empire. This debt of gratitude was as heavy as a mountain.

Facing a scene that could make any hero's blood boil, Qin Feng’s inner heart remained as calm as still water.

His resolve had long since been tempered to a rock-solid state through countless trials of life and death, as well as long, lonely periods of cultivation.

To him, these external praises and worship were nothing more than passing clouds, unable to stir the slightest ripple in the lake of his heart.

He walked through the fanatical crowd, his gaze accurately landing upon Master Guhong, Magic Fox, Lin Dongsheng, and the others.

"Within the array ahead, there are still many galaxy-level forces of the Five Alliances,"

Qin Feng’s voice was plain, yet it entered everyone's ears clearly, instantly suppressing all the clamor, "'Tianji' is also under house arrest within it. I will not trouble myself with these remnants; you may handle them as you see fit."

Master Guhong hurriedly took a step forward. This grandmaster of artifact forging, who held an exalted status within the Chiyu Cosmic Empire, now had a face written full of excitement and gratitude. He bowed deeply to Qin Feng: "Many thanks to Fellow Daoist for your righteous intervention! The Chiyu Cosmic Empire will never forget this kindness. Should Fellow Daoist have any commands in the future, I, Guhong, will not hesitate even at the cost of ten thousand deaths!"

His voice was trembling slightly.

He knew better than anyone what a miserable end awaited the Chiyu Cosmic Empire if not for Qin Feng.

"No matter."

Qin Feng waved his hand, his tone remaining indifferent, "These foreign races came because of me in the first place. Since I am staying here, it is only natural that I would not allow them to vent their anger on you and harm you by mistake. That is not my style."

His words were simple and direct, yet they carried an unquestionable aura of dominance and responsibility.

Hearing this, Master Guhong's admiration deepened.

He pondered for a moment, then said solemnly: "Fellow Daoist's high righteousness leaves Guhong with no way to repay you. I am not skilled in combat, but I have some insights in the path of artifact forging. If Fellow Daoist has any need to forge secret treasures or weapons in the future, as long as the materials are gathered, I am willing to forge them for you free of charge, without any refusal!"

This promise carried immense weight.

A Limit Black Hole powerhouse specializing in artifact forging personally stepping forward to craft a secret treasure possessed a value that could not be measured by money.

In the outside world, the price to request his services even once was enough to bankrupt an ordinary Black Hole-level powerhouse.

And now, he had granted a lifetime promise of free services.

Upon hearing this, Qin Feng considered it briefly before nodding: "Very well."

He did not refuse.

He knew that his future path of martial arts would inevitably involve fields like artifact forging and arrays.

Master Guhong's achievements in this area were exceptionally deep; there might truly come a time in the future when he would need to consult or exchange ideas with him. Forming this good affinity brought him no harm.

Having settled matters on this side, Qin Feng turned his gaze to Magic Fox, as well as Lei and the Second Brother beside her.

"Cultivate well,"

He simply instructed, "The cosmos is vast, with countless chances; the road ahead is still long. We shall meet again if fate allows."

"Senior!"

The Phantom Fox's eyes reddened slightly, her voice trembling with emotion and reluctance, "Thank you, Senior, for saving me once more!"

From their first encounter on Blue Star, to the guidance in Canaan, and now today's redemption beneath the Crimson Feather Pass—this man always seemed to descend like a divine warrior in her darkest moments, cleaving away all thorns.

Qin Feng merely nodded slightly and said, "Mm, I'm off."

With those words, he lingered no more. His form transformed into a brilliant streak of light, soaring into the sky, and vanished in an instant at the edge of the heavens.

Yet, in that final fleeting moment before his departure, his gaze swept almost imperceptibly over a patch of seemingly empty void.

That look, plain and unremarkable, seemed to pierce through the barriers of space, carrying a faint trace of warning.

Only when that streak of light had completely disappeared did the crowd atop Crimson Feather Pass awaken as if from a dream.

"Qin Feng... truly a divine being."

Master Guhong gazed in the direction Qin Feng had gone, and after a long pause, let out a heartfelt sigh.

"The name 'Fierce God' is indeed well-deserved, no less."

In just a few minutes, he had slain over a hundred Black Hole-level experts, including six at the Limit Black Hole stage, and finally sent the renowned demon general Setir fleeing in disgrace.

Such feats, paired with the title "Fierce God," could not be more fitting.

...

In the deep void tens of millions of miles from Crimson Feather Pass, beneath an ancient-styled treasure umbrella that blocked all detection, the Grand Elder of the Qiantian Cosmic Kingdom turned deathly pale in an instant, his body trembling uncontrollably.

The spiritual energy around him roiled like boiling water, surging violently, while the mental power in his sea of consciousness churned into raging waves, restless and on the verge of spiraling out of control.

He let out a muffled groan, quickly composed his mind, and mobilized his full cultivation. It took him considerable effort to forcibly suppress this sudden turmoil within.

"Hmm? Grand Elder, what's wrong?"

Qianyue, holding the treasure umbrella beside him, asked curiously.

She had not sensed the subtlety of that glance and only found the Grand Elder's reaction strange.

The Grand Elder exhaled a long, turbid breath, his eyes still filled with unconcealed shock and dread.

He said in awe, "Such terrifying power... such keen perception... Qin Feng has already discovered us."

"What?"

Qianyue and the other Black Hole-level experts were startled.

With this top-tier concealment artifact, they were confident that even a Domain Lord-level expert passing by would find it hard to detect them unless they deliberately probed.

Yet Qin Feng, after a fierce battle and just before leaving, had precisely spotted them?

"That last look he gave me was a warning."

The Grand Elder's voice carried a hint of bitterness. "Just a single glance, without any killing intent, caused my spiritual energy and mental power to instantly lose control. If I were to face him on the battlefield... I doubt I could last a single round."

At these words, silence fell around them.

The Grand Elder was a long-established Black Hole-level expert, ranked among the top five in the Qiantian Cosmic Kingdom. And he had given such a despairing assessment?

Qianyue stared blankly at the battlefield, now cleared, her crystalline pupils reflecting the boundless starry sky.

That man's figure seemed to still be imprinted upon that void.

The formidable legion, powerful enough to trample an entire cosmic kingdom, had been wiped clean.

The deep void was so quiet, as if those arrogant Black Hole-level beings had never existed.

She, too, let out a heartfelt sigh: "He... is truly too strong."

This kind of strength had surpassed her understanding of the word "genius."

After the brief shock, the Grand Elder quickly regained his composure and said solemnly, "Alright, the crisis at Crimson Feather Pass is over. If we step in now, it's no longer 'fuel in the snow'—barely even 'icing on the cake.'"

He glanced into the distance. The Crimson Feather Cosmic Kingdom's army had begun to assemble, advancing toward the star region ahead.

There, Setir had laid down a grand formation, where the main forces of the five alliances at the Galactic level were still trapped.

"We'll go there immediately, pretending we just arrived, and assist them in mopping up the remnants."

The Grand Elder instructed sternly, "Remember, do not reveal anything we just witnessed. Understood?"

"Yes, Grand Elder!"

The other Black Hole-level beings replied in unison.

Then, led by the Grand Elder, they prepared to deactivate the umbrella's concealment.

But contrary to everyone's expectations, Qianyue did not put away the umbrella. Instead, at the moment they were about to reveal themselves, she activated its full power.

A layer of even more hazy radiance enveloped her, and her aura vanished completely from everyone's perception.

The next instant, she transformed into a barely perceptible streak of light, chasing in the direction Qin Feng had gone!

"Damn it!"

The Grand Elder's face changed drastically the moment he sensed Qianyue's aura disappear.

He almost instantly guessed the young lady's intentions.

He quickly released his mental power to probe, but the umbrella's concealment was too strong. Once Qianyue was determined to leave, how could he find her?

"This little ancestor..."

The Grand Elder stamped his foot in frustration, his heart filled with helplessness. "Could it be... she's not even going to the Human Sacred Academy's selection, but instead... instead going after that Fierce God, Qin Feng?"

"What are we going to do..."

He was frantic but utterly powerless, left only to stare in that direction, hoping this favored daughter of heaven would not do anything rash.

...

In truth, the Grand Elder's worries and Qianyue's hopes were doomed from the start.

To chase down a top-tier expert who was focused on traveling and possessed spatial teleportation in the vast cosmos was nearly an impossible task.

After transforming into a streak of light and flying across several star regions, far beyond the borders of the Crimson Feather Cosmic Kingdom, Qin Feng did not hesitate. He began to consume his accumulated spatial teleportation charges for ultra-long-distance jumps across galaxies.

The space before him was torn open like a curtain by an invisible force, revealing the bizarre spatial turbulence beyond.

Qin Feng stepped in, and his form vanished instantly.

When he reappeared, he was already in the next adjacent, unfamiliar star region.

He did not pause; he teleported again.

Once, twice, three times...

In the intervals between these spatial jumps, Qin Feng's mind was also rapidly conducting a calm and profound review and planning of his current situation and future path.

"This battle at Crimson Feather Pass should be enough to deter most petty scoundrels."

He murmured to himself.

He knew well that the details of this battle would soon spread through various channels to dozens, even hundreds, of surrounding cosmic kingdoms.

Those second-rate and third-rate factions who had intended to fish in troubled waters, watching for any chance to claim a share of the spoils from the hunt along the "Path of the End," would likely banish all such notions the moment they laid eyes on this battle report.

One man breaking an army, instantly slaying an ultimate black hole.

Such a martial exploit was sufficient to make any faction lacking a Domain Lord class powerhouse tremble from the depths of their very souls.

"After this battle, at least before reaching the final station, there won't be any more blind small fry along the way who dare to actively provoke me."

This would save him a great deal of unnecessary trouble.

"However..."

Qin Feng's gaze grew increasingly profound. "Cosmic anomalies like the Twin Masks, the complete inheritance of a Crowned Emperor class powerhouse, and on top of that, a death-difficulty mission issued by the Cosmic Will... the temptation of these things is simply too immense. Those true apex races of the universe will absolutely never let this go."

He understood that repelling Setir was merely the end of the "initial stage" of this protracted hunt.

Those behemoths pulling the strings from behind would not retreat upon receiving this battle report; instead, because of the terrifying potential and strength he had displayed, they would view him with even greater gravity and deploy even more dreadful forces to surround and annihilate him.

"The scale and intensity of the next bloody battle will likely far exceed today's." "I must continue to raise the realm of the [Nine Spirits Primal Map] as quickly as possible. At the same time, I need to see if there are any opportunities or secret treasures along the remaining path that can rapidly boost my strength or mend my shortcomings."

While conducting spatial teleports, Qin Feng maintained a precise assessment of his own strength.

"Cultivating the [Nine Spirits Primal Map] to the third spirit, combined with the amplification of the [Twin Masks] and the Dao foundation of the [Eternal Singularity], is already enough for me to frontally slay ordinary ultimate black hole powerhouses like those of the Crystal Race."

"As for old monsters like Setir, who have lived through countless epochs and possess endless tricks, they can be killed too, but the difficulty is extreme. They are often proficient in all manners of bizarre secret arts and possess first-rate life-saving capabilities; once they cannot be slain instantly, they become incredibly troublesome."

"However, all of this is predicated on a head-on clash, without being effectively targeted by the enemy."

Qin Feng's mind, operating like the most precise instrument, began to dissect his greatest weakness.

"My advantage lies in absolute basic stats. But my shortcomings are equally obvious."

"Formation knowledge, spatial knowledge, medicinal knowledge, artifact-refining knowledge... I understand almost none of these fields."

"If the enemy utilizes these methods to target me, continuously eroding my hard strength, then I will be restricted at every turn and find it exceedingly difficult to fight."

Within his mind, he began to deduce various combat scenarios.

"Especially formations."

Qin Feng's gaze grew solemn. "Though Setir's hunting coalition was grand and imposing, he left the grand formation he had laid down. Perhaps it was out of wariness toward the Crimson Feather Sovereign, perhaps he was overly confident, or perhaps time was simply too pressed."

"The [Starry Grand Formation] laid down by a piece of trash like Jin Chi was nothing but garbage in my eyes. But Setir is different; what the Demon Race excels at most is the physical body and formations. Their formation inheritance is even more formidable than the Human Race's in certain aspects."

"If today I had plunged headlong into a top-tier trapping and killing grand formation that Setir had painstakingly laid down, the outcome might still be uncertain."

He could imagine that a truly powerful formation could distort space, rendering his advantage in speed utterly non-existent;

it could suppress spiritual energy, leaving him unable to exert his full strength;

it could create endless illusions, wearing down his mind and will.

Under those circumstances, no matter how strong his foundation was, he would likely be ground to death alive.

"Next time, the enemy will absolutely not make the same mistake again."

The corner of Qin Feng's mouth hooked into a cold arc.

"They will inevitably target my speed and explosive power, laying down a dragnet of heaven and earth. If nothing else, at the final station of this star-sea chart route, that destination which must be reached, those great factions have likely already begun to arrange their pieces."

"Based on the intelligence of the combat power I revealed this time, they will continuously send reinforcements and perfect their traps. The battle array there will absolutely be ten times, a hundred times more terrifying than this time at the Crimson Feather Pass!"

Thinking of such a scene, even with Qin Feng's current state of mind, he could not help but feel a sliver of heavy pressure.

Yet in his eyes, there was not the slightest hint of fear; instead, a raging battle intent blazed forth.

"However... as long as a true Domain Lord class powerhouse does not appear, I still have hope!"

Qin Feng smiled, a light of self-confidence flickering in his eyes.

He continued his interstellar leaps, pressing forward all the way, his figure continuously flashing across the boundless sea of stars like an untiring, lonely traveler, walking resolutely toward that unknown destination filled with blood and fire.

...

In truth, everything transpired exactly as Qin Feng had anticipated.

When the detailed battle report of the Crimson Feather Pass conflict passed through various secret channels and transmitted at the speed of light into the hands of the high echelons of the Human Sacred Academy, as well as the Demon Race, the Mechanical Race, the Rock Race, the Crystal Race, the Starry Behemoths, the Light Race, the Necromancer Race, and many other apex races of the universe, it instantly ignited an unprecedented uproar.

A massive storm was quietly brewing with Qin Feng at its center, poised to sweep across the entirety of the boundless star-sea.

The reason was none other than the staggering weight of this battle's significance.

This was no ordinary duel, nor was it a small-scale skirmish; it was a frontal, decisive battle in the truest sense, with one side pitted against a massive coalition army.

Seven ultimate black holes, over a hundred black hole class powerhouses who had long been famous, and even an existence like Setir, who possessed a illustrious reputation within his own race and faction.

Such a terrifying lineup was sufficient to easily flatten a medium-sized cosmic nation.

Yet this invincible army, whose sole purpose was to hunt, was completely pierced through, routed, and slaughtered to the last by Qin Feng alone within a mere few minutes.

This could no longer be described by the simple words "powerful"; this was an absolute, almost unreasonable might that subverted the conventional understanding of the black hole class life-level.

When the news spread, the first to fall into a dead silence were those major factions that had once participated or were currently planning to participate in the hunt for Qin Feng.

Immediately following was a tempestuous wave of shock and tremors.

The moment countless living beings obtained this battle report, they all assumed it was an intelligence error, some sort of exaggerated rumor.

But as more and more details—and even the blurry energy silhouettes recorded at the edge of the battlefield—leaked out, the entire star-sea lost its voice.

The Fierce God Qin Feng, a name that had risen like a comet on the Hidden Dragon Ranking, at this very moment truly engraved his own brand deep into the memories of the myriad races with his unrivaled and ferocious might.

...

Battle Zone 1300, the Myriad Demons Divine Palace.

This was a hall whose grandeur could not be described by words.

It was not established upon any planet, but rather floated within a primordial nebula interwoven with countless shattered stars and chaotic air currents.

The foundation of the entire divine palace was the skeleton of an ancient behemoth that had died countless epochs ago, its body size comparable to a galaxy.

Upon the stark white bones, hundreds of millions of demon race runes were inscribed; these runes brightened and faded like breath, swallowing and spitting the chaotic energy within the nebula to maintain the operation of the divine palace.

Within the divine palace, the space was vast and boundless, and the vault above was not stone or metal, but a real and deep cosmic starry sky, where giant suns were bound by an invisible force, hanging like chandeliers and radiating eternal light and heat.

At this moment, in the center of this divine palace that represented the supreme authority of the Demon Race, over a dozen towering figures radiating terrifying auras sat divided along both sides of a massive round table carved from dark-gold divine wood.

Their forms varied wildly: some were shaped like mountain ranges, some had three heads and six arms, and some were surrounded by destructive thunder; yet without exception, the aura flowing from their bodies was enough to suffocate ultimate black hole class beings.

The atmosphere within the divine palace was suppressed to the extreme, and a deathly silence had already persisted for several hours.

Not long ago, Setir, a famous general of the Demon Race and a top powerhouse among ultimate black holes, had fled back in wretched shape, bringing with him that unbelievable battle report.

"Defeated... Setir actually defeated, and a crushing defeat at that, the army entirely annihilated, while he himself nearly perished and had his Dao extinguished."

A voice like the scraping of metal and stone rang out, shattering the silence.

The one who spoke was an elder whose entire body was covered in golden scales, bearing a ferocious dragon head.

His voice was filled with astonishment and incomprehension.

"According to Setir's description, the speed Qin Feng erupted with reached a staggering forty-five times the speed of light. This data... has already exceeded the limit that a black hole class being can achieve. In our theoretical models, even the most top-tier ultimate black hole, with the aid of secret treasures and secret arts, only hovers around thirty times the speed of light at the absolute limit."

Another elder analyzed in a deep voice, his tone calm and objective, yet the gravity contained within it caused everyone's heart to sink.

"It is the [Nine Spirits Primal Map]."

Beneath the main seat of the round table, an existence that had consistently kept his eyes closed to nurture his spirit, his form shrouded in shadow, suddenly spoke, his voice raspy and ancient. "The top-tier secret art created by the Human Race's Nine Spirits King; rumor has it that when cultivated to a profound realm, it can multiply basic attributes by folds. Qin Feng must have cultivated this secret art to an extremely high level, which, combined with the terrifying Dao foundation of his [Eternal Singularity] and the amplification of the cosmic anomaly [Twin Masks], brought about such an irrational combat power."

As soon as these words were spoken, the elders in the hall changed color one after another.

[The Nine Spirits Primordial Chart], [The Eternal Singularity], [The Twin Masks]... Each of these three terms, taken alone, represented supreme potential and opportunity.

But when they were concentrated in a single person, the reaction that ensued exceeded all their estimations.

"This child... must not be left alive!"

The golden dragon elder slammed his palm onto the table, causing the entire Ten Thousand Demons Divine Hall to tremble slightly. "How long has he been cultivating? A mere four thousand years! And now he already roams unchecked among the Black Hole level. If we give him another ten thousand, a hundred thousand years, until he grows to Domain Lord or even higher, what peace will there be for our demon race?!"

"Indeed! He must be nipped in the bud! This failed pursuit not only failed to weaken him, but allowed him to seize the corpses and secret treasures of six Limit Black Hole experts. That bounty alone is enough to elevate his strength further. We have already lost the optimal moment to kill him; we can delay no longer!"

"But now his fearsome reputation is established. Sending ordinary Limit Black Hole experts is merely sending them to their deaths. Unless..."

The elders' discussions grew increasingly heated, and eventually, all eyes converged on the supreme throne at the head.

There sat a majestic figure whose face could not be clearly discerned.

He seemed to be the very center of this universe, surrounded by chaotic streams of energy, with suns and moons being born and dying around him. Simply by sitting there, he exuded an unparalleled aura of suppressing the ages and dominating all.

A Demon Emperor.

The overseer of the demon race in the 1300 War Zone, a sealed-king-level supreme powerhouse who had lived for endless ages and long surpassed mortal understanding.

Facing the inquiries and clamor of the many elders, the Demon Emperor remained utterly silent, like an eternal, unchanging divine statue.

His silence struck more fear into the hearts of the elders present than any thunderous rage.

They could sense that behind that chaotic stream, a pair of eyes that saw through all things were scrutinizing the past, present, and future.

A long, long time passed.

So long that even the stars within the hall seemed to dim.

Only then did the chaotic stream shrouding the Demon Emperor's form ripple slightly.

An indescribable shock and astonishment, like an invisible ripple, swept through the hearts of every elder in an instant.

They clearly perceived that the Demon Emperor's emotions had undergone a violent upheaval.

For a sealed-king-level powerhouse to lose composure so—it showed just how astonishing and world-shaking the potential Qin Feng had displayed in this battle truly was.

Even the Demon Emperor was shaken.

What shook him was not that Qin Feng could slay a Limit Black Hole—history had seen many heaven-defying prodigies capable of that.

What shook him was Qin Feng's rate of growth, that curve of power that seemed to ignore all cultivation barriers, increasing geometrically with each appearance.

From his first emergence at Thunder Phase Mountain, to his forced entry into the Star Dou Formation, and now to his single-handed destruction of an army... how much time had passed between them?

"[The Eternal Singularity]..."

A voice, as if from an age long past, low and majestic, slowly resounded within the divine hall.

The voice was not loud, yet it penetrated deeply into the souls of every elder.

"Combined with [The Twin Masks] and [The Nine Spirits Primordial Chart], so terrifying—he is already invincible below the Domain Lord level."

The Demon Emperor's voice paused, as if engaged in some extremely complex deduction.

The starry sky on the dome of the hall shifted violently with his thoughts, the trajectories of countless stars becoming chaotic.

After a moment, the starry sky returned to calm.

"Send the order."

The Demon Emperor's voice rang out again, this time containing an unquestionable resolve and murderous intent.

"This matter is no ordinary pursuit. It concerns the fate of our demon race in the 1300 War Zone."

"Order the elite forces of the 'Wolf Sky Division,' 'Blood Roc Guard,' and 'Earth Dragon Hall' to deploy in full, personally commanded and arranged by the 'Blood Slaughter Prince.' Spare no expense, use every resource and connection available."

"There is only one target."

"Ensure that before Qin Feng reaches the human frontline fortress 'Thunder Cosmic City,' he is utterly slain! Body and soul annihilated!"

"As you command—!"

More than a dozen demon elders rose together, bowed in salute, their voices merging into a torrent that shook the entire primordial nebula into violent turmoil.

...

Meanwhile.

1300 War Zone, Sea of Data.

Here there was no substance, no matter—only endless, vast seas of runes and data streams.

Data waterfalls shimmering with icy blue light were born from nothingness and returned to nothingness.

Deep within this sea of data, a "mechanical construct" composed of billions of logic cores, resembling a super-massive star, was slowly operating.

The latest combat data on Qin Feng from the Red Feather Pass had already been transformed into a pure information stream, fully absorbed by it.

[Target: Qin Feng]

[Race: Human]

[Realm: Black Hole Level]

[Dao Foundation: Eternal Singularity (Threat Assessment: S+)]

[Possessed Cosmic Artifact: Twin Masks (Threat Assessment: S++)]

[Core Secret Arts: Nine Spirits Primordial Chart (Current Assessment: Three Spirits Realm), Inch Light (Perfected)]

[Latest Combat Power Data Analysis: Base speed approximately 5 times light speed; after triple amplification, maximum burst speed can reach 45 times light speed. Attack pattern singular, relying on pure speed and power to crush. Attack energy level has exceeded Limit Black Hole threshold...]

[Threat Assessment Model Calculating...]

[Calculation Complete.]

[Conclusion: Probability of target Qin Feng growing to 'Domain Lord' level within the next ten thousand years: 99.8%. Probability of growing to 'Marquis' level: 87.3%. Probability of growing to 'King' level: 82.1%.]

[Threat Level Assessment for the 1300 War Zone: S++]

S++—the highest threat level.

In the 1300 War Zone, the Mechanical Race had never before issued such a highest-level threat warning.

[Command Generating...]

[Command Priority: Highest]

[Command Content: Initiate 'Purifier' Protocol. Mobilize the 7th, 11th, and 13th Sequence Fleets. Authorize use of Spatial Annihilation Laser.]

[Final Objective: Before the target reaches 'Thunder Cosmic City,' completely erase him.]

Cold, absolute, devoid of any emotion, the command turned into billions of data streams, instantly transmitted to every corner under the Mechanical Race's control.

...

1300 War Zone, Stone Race, Primordial Stone Hall.

An ancient and heavy aura permeated every inch of space.

On stone thrones like mountain peaks sat the unmoving ancient ancestors of the Stone Race.

Ye Luo's father, the Stone Emperor—that majestic figure like an immortal divine mountain—slowly opened his eyes, which seemed to contain the birth and death of universes.

He already knew everything.

"My son Yeluo has been defeated by this child several times, and a demon of the heart has been born. This is a family matter, and also a clan matter."

The voice of the Stone Emperor was like billions of tons of rock grinding and shattering against each other, full of weight and majesty.

"Issue the order: awaken the 'Lion God Statue' that slumbers in the 'Graveyard of Extinguished Stars'."

"Let it go and grind that rising 'Singularity' back into the dust of the cosmos."

……

The Crystal Clan, the Star Beast Alliance, the Light Clan, the Necromancer Clan...

At almost the same moment, all the top-tier peak clans in the universe, upon receiving that terrifying battle report, convened meetings of the highest level.

Although the forms of expression differed among the clans and the discussions varied, the final conclusion was astonishingly unanimous.

—At all costs, kill Qin Feng!

An unprecedented, highest-level extermination order, targeting a Black Hole-level being, jointly launched by multiple peak clans, had silently taken shape.

A net covering billions of star rivers was slowly spreading, with the "Thunder Cosmic City" as its final convergence point.

This time, there would be no more probing or underestimation.

The next bloody battle would be a true, relentless final war.

(End of chapter)