Chapter 278: The Thirteenth Prince, Blood-colored Forbidden Land, Stone Buddha Comes into the World!

Chapter 278: The Thirteenth Prince, the Blood Forbidden Zone, the Stone Buddha Emerges!

He sat down cross-legged again, opened the jade bottle, and swallowed the pill without hesitation.

Immediately after, he began to circulate the method of the *Ten Complete Hands*, focusing entirely on absorbing the medicinal power to restore his mental strength, which had been depleted for three thousand years.

Qin Feng, meanwhile, stood quietly by his side, guarding him, and the martial arts chamber once again fell into silence.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

During these three days, Feng Zhiyu was completely immersed in his recovery.

The powerful absorption efficiency of the *Ten Complete Hands*, combined with the top-tier resources gifted by Qin Feng, allowed his mental strength to recover at an astonishing rate.

His once somewhat illusory Indestructible Tower, nourished by this energy, gradually solidified, once again radiating the brilliant light befitting a galaxy-level powerhouse.

Qin Feng was also observing.

He noticed that the construction progress of Feng Zhiyu's Indestructible Tower was only about thirty percent.

This was an extremely slow pace.

After all, Feng Zhiyu was only one grade above him, and merely about a thousand years older.

Both were prodigies who had fought their way out of the Universal Genius Battle, both had forged their Eternal Foundations with the *Canaan Sutra*. Logically speaking, even if he hadn't encountered as many fortuitous events as Qin Feng, he should have long since touched the threshold of the black hole level.

Yet not only had he failed to break into the black hole level, but he had also fallen so far behind in his own galaxy-level cultivation.

There must have been an extraordinary upheaval in between.

Three days later, when the last trace of medicinal power was fully absorbed, Feng Zhiyu finally opened his eyes.

His gaze no longer held the confusion and dejection of before; it had regained its sparkle, and his entire spirit and vitality were renewed.

Although his strength had not broken through, the confidence and sharpness of a genius had returned to him.

"Senior, what exactly happened over these years?"

Qin Feng looked at him and finally voiced the doubt in his heart, "With your talent, how did you end up in such a state?"

Feng Zhiyu let out a long sigh, a trace of bitterness and reminiscence flickering in his eyes.

"Ah, it's a long story. I'll make it brief."

He organized his thoughts and began to recount his experiences over the years.

"Back when the Universal Genius Battle ended, I successfully advanced to the galaxy level, ultimately achieving the ninety-second place, and earned the qualification to enter the Myriad Races Battlefield.

Like many others, I chose Thunderclap Cosmic City as the first stop on my journey. There, I trained, I fought, and my strength steadily improved.

Until... I fell in love with a woman named Yuexi."

When he spoke the name "Yuexi," Feng Zhiyu's eyes instantly became incredibly tender, as if the entire martial arts chamber brightened slightly because of that name.

He recounted how he met, came to know, and fell in love with that woman of the Feather Clan, Yuexi.

Yuexi was precisely the daughter of the Celestial Xuan Ancient Kingdom's sovereign, of noble birth.

And the Celestial Xuan Sovereign, that Feather Clan powerhouse who preached the ideal of "Harmony of All Races," was personally very supportive of the union between this human prodigy and his daughter, seeing it as the best embodiment of his ideals.

But politically, he could not accept it.

Once he publicly accepted a human prodigy with an "Eternal Singularity" foundation as the royal son-in-law, it would inevitably shatter the fragile balance of the Celestial Xuan Ancient Kingdom and invite catastrophic disaster.

Caught between ideals and reality, the Celestial Xuan Sovereign ultimately gave Feng Zhiyu a seemingly impossible trial—to eradicate the long-standing tumor plaguing the Celestial Xuan Ancient Kingdom, the assassin organization "Hidden Smoke Pavilion."

"I accepted the trial."

Feng Zhiyu's tone grew heavy. "But I still underestimated the strength and depth of Hidden Smoke Pavilion. While I was still gathering information on the periphery, I was targeted by one of their black hole-level elders. In that battle, I gave my all, yet still could not prevail... In the end, I was captured alive and branded with a slave mark."

"Counting the time, from the day I was enslaved to the day you appeared, it was a full three thousand years. During those three thousand years, I became their tool, carrying out various missions for them, my mind clear but my body not my own. Naturally, my cultivation came to a standstill."

As Feng Zhiyu recounted his love story with Yuexi, his body unconsciously emitted a peculiar energy fluctuation, filled with extreme love and a spirit of devotion.

That fluctuation was pure and fervent, as if it wanted to burn his very soul and offer it to the one he loved.

Feng Zhiyu himself was unaware of this fluctuation, but the five skulls of the Chaos Evil Gods, which had been quietly suspended at Qin Feng's waist, concealed by a secret technique, now—one of them, the skull representing Slaanesh—flickered with an extremely faint, eerie purple light.

This light flashed and vanished, so weak it was almost nonexistent.

But Qin Feng caught it in an instant.

His heart stirred violently.

Slaanesh!

Everyone in the universe knew that Slaanesh represented extreme desire, depravity, and hedonism.

But few knew that on the flip side of these negative concepts, Slaanesh was also the god of love and devotion.

When a love becomes pure, fervent, and obsessive to the extreme, it touches upon his divine domain.

Feng Zhiyu might very well have been marked by Slaanesh.

"Love."

Thoughts raced through Qin Feng's mind, but his face remained impassive. He simply smiled and made no comment on Feng Zhiyu's romantic experience.

He merely silently noted this matter, along with the strange fluctuation emanating from Feng Zhiyu.

He looked at Feng Zhiyu and steered the conversation back to reality: "Senior, what do you plan to do next? Return to the capital, or have other plans?"

"First, return to the capital."

Feng Zhiyu's gaze grew resolute. "Hidden Smoke Pavilion is destroyed, so I've indirectly completed the sovereign's trial. But most importantly, I've been trapped for three thousand years, and I don't know how Yuexi is... I must go back and see."

"That's fine."

Qin Feng nodded in understanding. "I happen to be heading to the capital of the Celestial Xuan Ancient Kingdom as well. Since that's the case, we can travel together. I have a shuttle that can carry both of us."

With that, Qin Feng turned his palm, and a pitch-black, sleek cosmic shuttle appeared in the martial arts chamber.

This shuttle was a trophy he had obtained after killing a certain black hole-level powerhouse. Although it had been damaged in battle, its luster somewhat dimmed, and its surface bore several clear scratches and wear marks, its core remained intact. It was still a decent low-grade black hole-level secret treasure, more than sufficient for travel within a cosmic kingdom.

"Good, thank you!"

Feng Zhiyu didn't stand on ceremony and solemnly cupped his hands to Qin Feng.

With the plan settled, the two wasted no time. They left the "Zhenwu" Martial Arts Hall and silently ascended to the city's sky.

Qin Feng activated the shuttle, and the black secret treasure expanded with the wind, transforming into a hundred-meter-long streamlined vessel.

The hatch opened, and they entered.

The next moment, the shuttle transformed into a black streak of light, barely perceptible to the naked eye, tearing through the sky and speeding toward the direction of the Celestial Xuan Ancient Kingdom's capital—a city teeming with myriad races, resplendent and bustling.

...

The shuttle, a trophy obtained from the remains of a fallen black hole-level powerhouse, was a low-grade black hole secret treasure.

Its hull was streamlined, dark silver in color, its surface covered with fine scratches from previous battles and dull spots from energy impacts, its luster subdued, no longer as brilliant as in its prime.

However, its core power unit and spatial stability array were still intact, more than adequate as a means of transport.

Qin Feng channeled his mental strength, and pale blue energy streams spurted from the shuttle's tail, silently merging into the deep cosmic backdrop, transforming into a streak of light barely visible to the naked eye, racing toward the capital of the Celestial Xuan Ancient Kingdom.

The interior of the shuttle was not luxurious, containing only a few meditation cushions and a large porthole that offered a panoramic view of the outside world.

Qin Feng sat cross-legged, his eyes slightly closed. Part of his mind was immersed in organizing his own power and deducing the subsequent realms of the *Nine Spirit Origin Diagram*, while another part extended as an invisible domain, enveloping the vast starfield around the shuttle, vigilant against any potential threats.

Feng Zhiyu could not remain as calm as Qin Feng.

He sat by the porthole, his gaze fixed blankly on the river of stars receding at breakneck speed outside. It was a magnificent tableau that no mortal could ever hope to witness in a lifetime.

Gorgeous nebulae, like splashes of oil paint, stretched across several light-years; dying red giants at the edge of vision released their final afterglow, tingeing the cold universe with a poignant warmth.

Occasionally, colossal cosmic beings of pure energy, like leviathans in the deep sea, glided slowly beneath the shuttle, their massive bodies capable of eclipsing the light of a star.

Yet this splendid sea of stars was also filled with chaotic disorder and deadly danger.

In the first month of their journey, they encountered no fewer than ten waves of interstellar pirates.

These desperadoes, piloting patched-up, modified warships, swarmed out like sharks catching the scent of blood—from the shadows of asteroid belts, from the wreckage of abandoned space stations.

Their target was clear: this shuttle, which looked extraordinary yet sailed alone.

In the past three thousand years, if Feng Zhiyu had faced such a situation, his only choice would have been to carefully evade or, relying on experience and luck, to maneuver through the complex cosmic environment. One misstep meant ship destroyed and death.

But now, he didn’t even need to speak a warning.

The moment the first wave of pirate ships completed their encirclement, before the harsh hum of energy cannons charging had even sounded, an indescribable, terrifying pressure erupted from the shuttle.

It was not a mere psychic shock; it was a more primal, higher-level suppression of life essence.

In an instant, Feng Zhiyu clearly “saw” the energy shields of the pirate ships emit a strained whine, and fine cracks even appeared on the metal armor of their hulls.

Inside the ships, the pirates, whose cultivation levels were at most planetary, felt as if an invisible giant hand had gripped their throats. Their souls trembled, their bodies stiffened, and their eyes held only the purest terror born of life instinct.

Their greed, ferocity, and reckless fearlessness in the face of death became as insignificant as dust before this pressure.

“Wooom—”

The engines of the pirate fleet roared in a piercing screech. They turned their ships around in frantic haste, fleeing this star region in disarray even faster than they had arrived, as if a single second’s delay would crush them to powder under that invisible pressure.

Throughout it all, Qin Feng hadn’t even opened his eyes.

Feng Zhiyu opened his mouth, but in the end, could only let out a silent, bitter laugh.

It was a chasm in the essence of life, like a firefly compared to the bright moon, like clouds and mud.

Such scenes continued to unfold repeatedly in the journey that followed.

They passed through a “Demon Star Region” corroded by chaotic energy, where several ferocious alien beasts, comparable in strength to Black Hole-level experts, lurked.

These beasts had no intelligence, only pure instincts to kill and devour.

When the shuttle’s aura intruded into their territory, they let out roars that shook the stars, their massive bodies churning the chaotic nebula, stirring up a frenzy of energy as they prepared to pounce.

But when Qin Feng’s pressure, mixed with gold-red psychic force, cascaded down like a river pouring from the heavens, the roars of those arrogant cosmic beasts abruptly ceased.

Their colossal bodies stiffened, then, as if by command, they prostrated themselves in the void, retracting all claws and ferocity, lowering their huge heads deeply, emitting low whimpers from their throats—a sign of absolute submission to a higher-order predator.

The shuttle flew steadily over their heads until it disappeared into the depths of the star sea. Only then did the beasts dare to cautiously lift their heads, their eyes filled with the relief of having survived a calamity.

Feng Zhiyu’s mind had long been numbed by the sights along the way.

He witnessed two Black Hole-level experts locked in a life-or-death battle. Upon sensing the shuttle’s aura, they simultaneously, as if by telepathy, ceased fighting and fled at high speed in opposite directions, as if their irreconcilable hatred had become trivial in the presence of Qin Feng, this passing “demon god.”

He even saw that when the shuttle passed a blazing star, inside that star, a barely formed life form of the Holy Flame Spirit Race, still gestating in the raging flames, instinctively felt fear upon perceiving Qin Feng’s unabashed aura, which devoured everything like a black hole.

Under the faint influence of that will, the enormous star actually made an extremely slight, physics-defying deviation, as if trying to shift itself from its established orbit and hide deeper into the galaxy, afraid that this passing existence might swallow it, along with the entire star, as a snack to replenish energy.

“Strength…”

Feng Zhiyu clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms, his heart a mix of emotions. “If I had possessed such strength back then, how could I have wasted three thousand years? If I had such strength, destroying a Cangyan Tower would be but a snap of the fingers. If I had such strength… how could I have… loved Yuèxī and failed to attain her?”

In his heart, shock, envy, bitterness, regret, and a faint hope rekindled yet seemingly hopelessly distant, all tangled into a chaotic mess.

He understood more deeply that in this vast and cold universe, absolute strength was the foundation of everything.

So-called schemes and emotions seemed pale and powerless before power that could crush all.

Thus, under the absolute pressure of the “demon god” clearing the way, the originally perilous long journey became as uneventful as a sightseeing tour.

Months later, the shuttle had penetrated deep into the heart of the Tianxuan Ancient Kingdom, with less than a month’s journey remaining to the capital.

On this day, Qin Feng’s eyes, which had been closed all along, slowly opened.

His psychic power had already spread like an endless net, covering several light-years ahead. Just now, he sensed a chase in progress.

In a shattered asteroid belt, several streaks of light were speeding through.

On one side were four Feathered Clan cultivators, clad in splendid feathered armor, their wings vibrating behind them. Their auras were disordered, clearly having endured a fierce battle, and they were desperately fleeing toward the capital.

On the other side were seven or eight Crystal Clan cultivators, their bodies made of pure crystal. Their auras were strong, their coordination seamless, as they continuously released beams and cages of crystal energy, blocking the Feathered Clan’s escape routes.

Qin Feng had no intention of interfering. Killings and conflicts in the universe happened every moment; he was not a savior and had no interest in meddling in everything.

But Feng Zhiyu, who had been staring out the window, suddenly stood up when he recognized the leader of the pursued Feathered Clan, exclaiming in shock, “The Thirteenth Prince?”

“Hmm?”

Qin Feng turned his gaze to him and asked calmly, “An old acquaintance of yours?”

Feng Zhiyu’s face was full of surprise and worry. He said urgently, “Yes! He is the thirteenth son of the Tianxuan Kingdom’s ruler, Yuèxī’s younger brother! I have met him a few times.

He is of noble status. Near the capital, it’s unthinkable that any alien race would dare to openly hunt him like this. What… what is going on?”

Upon hearing this, Qin Feng concentrated his psychic power and conducted a more detailed probe of the battlefield.

The Feathered Clan youth called the “Thirteenth Prince” had a cultivation level at the powerful Black Hole stage. He wielded Feathered Clan secret arts with superb skill, and in his hand was a longbow artifact emitting powerful fluctuations. Each time he drew the bow, he released light arrows that tore through space, forcing back the pursuers.

The three guards beside him were also at the initial Black Hole level.

However, the Crystal Clan pursuing them was even stronger.

Not only were there five powerful Black Hole-level experts, but the leader of the Crystal Clan had a more complex and profound crystal structure in his body, emitting an aura that was clearly at the Limit Black Hole level.

If not for the fact that the Thirteenth Prince seemed to carry several high-grade defensive artifacts bestowed by the Tianxuan Kingdom’s ruler, which repeatedly blocked fatal attacks at critical moments, the four of them would have already fallen to the Crystal Clan’s encirclement.

Even so, they were at the end of their strength, retreating step by step. Defeat was only a matter of time.

Just as Qin Feng was probing, several psychic fluctuations, mixed with anger and smugness, crossed the vast distance and clearly entered his perception.

“Hand over the key to the Blood Forbidden Zone! And that map! Otherwise, today will be your Feathered Clan’s death day!”

The Crystal Clan’s Limit Black Hole expert’s voice was cold and cruel.

“Kill—! I would rather die than hand them over to you Crystal Clan beasts!”

The Third Prince roared, firing another arrow, his voice filled with determination. “My father will never forgive you!”

“Heh, your father?”

The Crystal Clan’s Limit Black Hole let out a mocking laugh. “He can’t even save himself! Otherwise, do you think we would dare to hunt you, the honorable prince, right under the nose of the Tianxuan capital?”

“…”

Hearing this, a flicker of thought passed through Qin Feng’s eyes.

The Tianxuan Kingdom’s ruler, a Marquis-level expert who had been famous for many years, was also the strongest in this star region.

Feng Zhiyu was an old acquaintance of the Thirteenth Prince, and Feng Zhiyu was entangled with his own inner demon—that unresolved love karma.

It was reasonable and proper for him to lend a hand now.

More importantly, this seemed like an excellent opportunity to contact the upper echelons of the Tianxuan Ancient Kingdom and understand the deep turmoil here.

A good deed could often save many unnecessary troubles.

With this thought, Qin Feng no longer hesitated.

He spoke to Feng Zhiyu, "Sit tight."

Before his voice could fade, he had already channeled a boundless torrent of mental energy into the shuttle's core power array.

"Hum—!"

The dark-silver shuttle let out a deep, muffled roar, and the energy flow at its tail instantly transformed from a pale blue to a piercingly pure white, while the very space surrounding the vessel began to warp violently.

In the next instant, the shuttle accelerated abruptly!

Thirty times the speed of light!

Thirty-five times the speed of light!

Feng Zhiyu felt as though everything in his vision was being stretched into blurry streaks of light, and a terrifying force of inertia threatened to tear his soul right out of his physical body.

Had it not been for the powerful protective array inherent to the treasure shuttle activating instantly, forming a gentle energy field to envelope him, the sheer acceleration of that initial moment would likely have been enough to cause his galaxy-level body and the Immortal Tower to collapse and disintegrate simultaneously!

He looked at Qin Feng in sheer horror.

Under such a terrifying speed, this junior brother still sat cross-legged, his expression as calm as usual, as if he were merely executing an ordinary acceleration.

A tempestuous wave of shock surged through Feng Zhiyu's heart once more.

Only now did he truly understand that the ultimate limit of speed never tested the treasure or the starship, but rather the physical body and soul of the driver, and whether they could withstand the backlash that threatened to tear apart the rules of the universe during high-speed movement!

This was the fundamental reason why ordinary living beings would rather spend long epochs studying profound spatial knowledge and constructing teleportation arrays than engage in superluminal flight.

As for Qin Feng, his physical body, which had long surpassed the boundaries of a limit black hole, was the strongest Dao foundation capable of bearing this terrifying speed!

...

Within the battlefield.

The Thirteenth Prince and his guards had fallen into a desperate plight.

A defensive treasure had just shattered, and the violent crystalline energy crashed down; to protect him, a guard took the energy torrent head-on, half of his body instantly crystallizing and shattering.

"Your Highness, flee quickly!"

That heavily injured guard roared, choosing to detonate his own black hole singularity in an attempt to buy a sliver of hope for his companions.

However, the limit black hole of the Crystal Race merely snorted coldly, waving his hand to deploy a crystal wall that easily blocked the full might of the self-detonation.

Despair shrouded the hearts of all the Feather Race cultivators.

Right at that moment, a terrifying aura that made the souls of every living being present throb with dread descended without any warning.

Whether it was the pursuing Crystal Race or the fleeing Feather Race, their movements ground to a halt at the exact same moment.

They looked in horror toward the direction of the aura, only to see a streak of light tearing through space at an utterly incomprehensible speed, arriving at the center of the battlefield from the distant horizon in an instant.

The light dissipated, revealing a dark-silver shuttle.

"Who goes there?"

That limit black hole expert of the Crystal Race barked, putting on a brave face despite his inner dread.

Alarm bells rang wildly in his heart; the aura of the newcomer was far stronger than he could have ever imagined.

From within the shuttle, a cold and detached voice echoed, ringing clearly in the deepest depths of every living being's soul.

"Qin Feng!"

The moment the words fell, the shuttle door opened, and a figure clad in blue-gold power armor with crimson-gold wings on his back stepped forward, holding a dark-gold long spear.

Inch Flash!

There were no superfluous words, nor the slightest probing.

The moment Qin Feng stepped out of the shuttle, his figure turned into an ultimate streak of light, the amplification of his crimson-gold wings and power armor stacking together to drive his speed to a level that made even a limit black hole feel despair.

The moment that Crystal Race limit black hole heard the name "Qin Feng", his pupils instantly contracted to their absolute limit!

The Fiend Qin Feng! Third on the Hidden Dragon Rank!

The monster who, by his own strength alone, had slain six limit black holes and frightened away the famous Demon Race general, Satier!

Fear gripped his entire mind in an instant.

Submissively, he wanted to activate his strongest defensive treasure, the "Myriad Prism Divine Mirror" refined from his own core crystal.

However, just as the thought arose, the circulation of his body and energy completely failed to keep pace with the speed of his mind.

He could only watch a golden-red pinpoint of light expand rapidly in his vision, a light so brilliant, so sharp, as if it had condensed every concept of "sharpness" in the universe.

"Qin..."

He wanted to beg for mercy, or perhaps issue a final warning, but before his second word could leave his mouth, that streak of light had already pierced through his proud limit black hole-level crystalline body.

Golden-red mental energy, like maggots on a bone, instantly flooded into his soul core, thoroughly obliterating every shred of will and imprint within it.

This Crystal Race limit black hole, who had run rampant and unchecked across the Tianxuan Ancient Kingdom, perished on the spot under Qin Feng's name and lethal strike before he could even properly summon a single treasure.

After losing its soul, his body began to collapse uncontrollably, but the Star-Devouring Long Spear erupted with a powerful suction force, hungrily devouring the entirety of his pure crystalline origin energy.

A single strike, an instantaneous kill!

The remaining few black hole-level Crystal Race experts, upon witnessing this miracle-like scene, found their minds blank before being submerged by a boundless terror.

With a shriek, they scattered frantically in all directions in unison.

Yet, in the face of absolute speed, fleeing was futile.

Qin Feng's figure flickered; every flap of his crimson-gold wings was accompanied by the flash of a streak of light and a brief scream.

Within a mere few breaths, all the Crystal Race cultivators involved in the hunt were killed on the spot, none spared.

Without exception, their remains became nourishment for the Star-Devouring Long Spear.

After devouring the origin of several black hole-level Crystal Race members, the dark-gold glow on the surface of the Star-Devouring Long Spear grew even more intense, its grade faintly showing signs of breaking through once again.

"The current power of Star-Devouring has far surpassed ordinary high-grade black hole treasures, comparable to the top tier. But it is still a long way off from transforming into a Sector Lord-level divine weapon."

A thought flashed through Qin Feng's mind.

"Perhaps only by charging into the core stronghold of the Crystal Race and sacrificing the life origins of hundreds of millions of Crystal Race members can I help it complete this final leap."

This bloody and overbearing thought vanished in a flash, and he flapped his crimson-gold wings, returning to the shuttle beside Feng Zhiyu.

Silence.

The entire battlefield fell into a deathly silence.

The Thirteenth Prince and his two surviving guards hovered blankly in the void, staring at the grand figure who stood with his spear put away, unable to snap out of it for a long time.

The life-and-death struggle that had just driven them to despair, even to the point of sacrificing their lives via self-detonation just to swap for a sliver of survival, had been completely brought to an end within these brief dozen seconds in such an overwhelmingly destructive and unreasonable manner.

After a long while, the Thirteenth Prince finally reacted, hurriedly putting away his weapon and bowing deeply toward the shuttle, speaking in an incomparably respectful and grateful tone, "Junior Yue Xuan of the Feather Race thanks Senior for your assistance!

I have long heard of Senior Qin's great name as the 'Fiend', but seeing you today proves that your reputation is well-deserved; Senior's might is ten thousand times greater than the rumors!"

"Haha, a friend of an old acquaintance need not be so courteous."

Qin Feng smiled faintly, waving his hand to deactivate the one-way array on the shuttle's porthole, revealing Feng Zhiyu's figure inside.

"Brother-in-law?!"

When the Thirteenth Prince, Yue Xuan, saw Feng Zhiyu's familiar yet gaunt face, he could not help but freeze again, his eyes filled with utter disbelief.

Feng Zhiyu gave him a bitter smile, by way of greeting.

……

After a brief exchange, the group converged.

“Brother-in-law, how… did you come to be like this?”

Yue Xuan asked with concern, looking at Feng Zhiyu’s stagnant cultivation and the weariness etched between his brows.

“It’s a long story…”

Feng Zhiyu did not elaborate on his enslavement, glossing over it roughly, then turned the question back: “Tell me about yourself instead. As a son of the nation’s sovereign, how did you end up being hunted by the Crystal Clan near the capital?”

At the mention of the Tianxuan Nation’s ruler, Yue Xuan’s face instantly clouded over. He fell silent for a moment, casting a wary glance at Qin Feng, whose presence was as imposing as a mountain, as if unsure whether to speak his mind.

Qin Feng, perceptive as he was, immediately understood his hesitation and said calmly, “You two may catch up. I can withdraw for now and will not eavesdrop with my spiritual sense.”

“Benefactor, please do not mock me!”

Yue Xuan quickly waved his hands, his face full of fear and reverence. “I never meant that. I… I only worry that once I tell you the truth, you might lose control of your emotions and, in a fit of rage, rush off… to your death.”

“Oh?”

Qin Feng raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued instead. “Tell me in detail.”

Yue Xuan took a deep breath, as if steeling himself, and said in a low voice, “This matter begins with an ancient legend that has circulated in the Tianxuan Cosmic Nation for countless eons.”

“The Blood Forbidden Land.”

“Legend says it is a mysterious place connected to the subspace evil god ‘Khorne.’

Within the forbidden land lie both the supreme inheritance of that deity and countless boundless opportunities.”

“However, since my birth, the Blood Forbidden Land has never truly opened; everyone regarded it as nothing but an ethereal myth.”

“But a few hundred years ago, a sudden change occurred.

Within the Tianxuan Ancient Nation and dozens of surrounding cosmic nations, a strange token known as the ‘Key to the Blood Forbidden Land’ began to appear without any warning.

At the same time, a flood of powerful alien beings from outside poured into our territories, frantically collecting these keys, sparking successive wars that brought countless factions to ruin.”

“At first, I thought it was merely a ploy by some with ulterior motives, using the ancient legend to create chaos, hunting living beings and seizing treasures. After all, that so-called forbidden land had never truly manifested.”

“Yet, ten years ago, everything changed. Several marquis-level beings with terrifying auras tore through space and descended upon the capital of Tianxuan. Without a word, they engaged my father in an earth-shattering battle.”

Yue Xuan’s voice trembled with grief and indignation: “My father exhausted his strength to send me out of the battlefield, entrusting me with a treasure map of the Blood Forbidden Land’s interior and a key to the forbidden land.

He ordered me to go to the Blood Forbidden Land, find the human prodigy Qin Feng, and personally hand these two items to you!”

“And at the entrance where the Blood Forbidden Land is truly about to manifest, an unimaginable number of powerful beings from all races have already gathered… Though they war among themselves, they share a strange consensus—they will unite indiscriminately to slaughter any human who dares approach that place!”

At this point, deep worry and fear spread across Yue Xuan’s face: “Benefactor, the beings heading to the Blood Forbidden Land bear far too fearsome reputations.

Among them are countless Limit Black Holes, and even… even supreme existences who have set foot in the ‘God Forbidden’ realm! That is why I feared that upon learning this, you might, in a moment of passion, go to your death.

Those aliens are clearly targeting you! Linking this with my father’s fate, I suspect there must be a vast conspiracy behind it all, aimed at you!”

“God Forbidden?”

Qin Feng frowned slightly; this was a term he had never heard before.

Seeing this, Yue Xuan quickly explained: “It is only natural that you do not know of ‘God Forbidden.’

After all, across the entire Myriad Races Battlefield, a prodigy capable of stepping into this realm may appear only once in tens of millions of years, if at all.”

“As everyone knows, Black Hole-level experts can endlessly absorb knowledge and enhance their strength through learning and accumulation, until they forge their own unique ‘path,’ gain the recognition of the universe’s will, and ascend to become Domain Lords.”

“But this so-called ‘endlessness’ ultimately has its limits.”

“Theoretically, a Black Hole-level expert, even a Limit Black Hole, no matter if they have accumulated power for a million, ten million, or even a hundred million years, can never compare to the most ordinary, weakest initial-stage Domain Lord. Such is the rule of the universe.”

“Yet, there are always exceptions.”

“Throughout the endless river of history, there appear from time to time peerless anomalies beyond common reason. They can, while still at the Black Hole level, unleash combat power capable of contending head-on with true Domain Lord-level experts.”

“To reach such a level of combat power means they have shattered the rule barriers set by the universe with their own strength. This state is called… stepping into ‘God Forbidden’!

And prodigies with such power are universally acknowledged as beings truly possessing the ‘potential to become gods’!”

Yue Xuan’s eyes were filled with awe and despair.

“And this time, among the experts arriving at the Blood Forbidden Land, there is one supreme prodigy ranked second on the Hidden Dragon List, confirmed to have stepped into the ‘God Forbidden’ realm!”

“He hails from the Saint Stone Clan within the Saint Spirit Clan, nameless and titleless, known only by his honorific—Stone Buddha!”

“Legend has it that he was hunted for years by Saint Spirit Clan experts, later adopted by the Stone Clan’s Esoteric Buddhist Lord, remaining hidden and emerging only for missions of the universe’s will.”

“A thousand years ago, he made his name, battling the Domain Lord who had once pursued him, stepping into God Forbidden, and rising to second on the Hidden Dragon List.”

“This time, he likely emerges for another universal mission.”

(End of chapter)