Chapter 290: World-Shocking Foundation, Invincible Road! Island of Death and Extinction! (

Chapter 290: Foundation of World-Shaking Power, The Path to Invincibility! The Island of Death! (Last day, seeking monthly votes~)

"Once you have thoroughly organized your state of being and insights, I shall speak with you further regarding what is to come."

The Heaven-Swallowing King added, his eyes brimming with profound expectation.

"Yes, Master!"

Qin Feng nodded heavily, his heart suffused with warmth.

He could feel the unmasked care and affection woven into his master's words.

This was the time his master had granted him to settle his spirit.

As the words faded, the Heaven-Swallowing King and the Thunder-Burst King made no further movement; their figures seemed to dissolve into particles of pure light, turning silent and translucent until they vanished like twin streaks of radiance, leaving not a ripple of spiritual energy in the great hall.

The entire Thunder-Trace Hall was instantly left to Qin Feng alone.

Absolute silence descended, broken only by the faint crackle of electricity dancing across the ancient battle scars on the dome, as if whispering of glories long past.

Qin Feng drew a deep breath, inhaling the air composed of pure spiritual energy, which invigorated his very soul.

Without a moment’s hesitation, he sat cross-legged once more, closed his eyes, and plunged his consciousness into the depths of his body and spirit to begin a comprehensive, meticulous self-assessment.

This review was not merely for the cataclysmic battle that had just passed, but a long-view retrospection, tracing back to the moment he first stepped onto the battlefield of the myriad races, conducting a thorough audit of his eight-thousand-year odyssey.

His thoughts played out like an epic film running at a billion times speed, every detail manifesting with crystalline clarity in his mind.

"First, the realm."

Eight thousand years ago, he left Canaan Martial University, ascended to the Planetary level, and eventually stepped into the Black Hole level; every step had been taken with unwavering resolve.

Now, he could clearly perceive that he had long surpassed the scope of an ordinary Black Hole level, standing firmly at the pinnacle of the "Limit Black Hole."

In the moment he fought the five Domain Lords to the death and pierced through to his own path, his soul, his will, and even the "Limit" path he had comprehended underwent a mystical resonance and transformation.

At this moment, he seemed separated from the legendary Domain Lord realm by nothing more than a thin sheet of paper.

He could even "see" that barrier.

It was not a physical wall, but a boundary at the level of cosmic laws.

Within the boundary lay the Black Hole level, a stage of borrowing and following the laws of the universe. Beyond it lay the Domain Lord realm, a new level of existence where one carves out their own path, imprinting their essence upon the cosmos to "dictate" rules within a certain range.

He understood that if he wished, he could attempt to pierce that paper at any moment.

But he also knew that his "Limit" path demanded the most perfect foundation; he could not act with haste.

He needed further accumulation and settling to take that crucial step in his strongest possible state.

"Second, the assets."

Qin Feng’s focus shifted from his Dao foundation to his subspace storage unit.

It was an inventory he could complete with a single thought, yet the wealth contained within would drive any Marquis-level powerhouse to madness.

His consciousness swept over the mountains of spoils.

First, the harvest from that final, apocalyptic trap.

The corpses and entire legacies of over twelve thousand Limit Black Hole powerhouses—what a terrifying sum of wealth was this?

Among them were prodigies whose names graced the Hidden Dragon Rankings; their collections were far richer than those of ordinary Limit Black Hole beings. Countless secret treasures, divine metals, rare materials, and inherited techniques… it was nothing less than a mobile treasury of a top-tier civilization.

Next were the legacies of the five Domain Lords.

Though their physical forms had been ground to dust by Qin Feng’s final strike, their personal storage treasures and those formidable formation disks had partially survived.

Each piece contained a Domain Lord’s understanding of the Great Dao, making them priceless.

Beyond these were the accumulations from even earlier.

The [Seven-Colored Bodhi Seed] obtained in the Blood-Colored Forbidden Land, the inheritance and [Ancient Luo Bell] fragments from the ruins of the Ancient Luo King, and the various boons from his journey to Thunder-Phase Mountain…

Yet, among all these assets, the most supreme was undoubtedly the cosmic wonder, the [Twin Masks].

This artifact, deeply bound to his soul, had not only granted him a chance at "rebirth" but had also subtly nourished his spirit; Qin Feng felt he had yet to fully uncover its true mysteries.

"It is no exaggeration to say that my current net worth likely surpasses that of most ordinary Domain Lords, and may even rival some of the more impoverished Marquis-level powerhouses."

Qin Feng judged within himself.

This vast wealth would be the most solid backing for his future path toward the "Limit."

"Finally, and most importantly, the fundamental transformation of aptitude and strength."

When Qin Feng immersed his consciousness into the origin of his soul to examine his core power, even his Dao-heart, firm as tempered steel, could not help but surge with tidal waves of shock.

"My mental energy… how did it… turn a pure, absolute black?!"

He clearly remembered that after two million years of seclusion in the Blood God Tower and refining two hundred thousand blood-jade crystals, the quality of his mental energy had undergone an ultimate metamorphosis, sublimating from gold-red into an unprecedented "black-gold."

It was a symbol of dominance, sharpness, and invincibility—the depth of black perfectly fused with the immortality of gold, granting him a terrifying mental suppression that crushed his peers.

Yet now, as he released his mental energy, that "gold" which represented sharpness and immortality had completely vanished.

In its place was a color that defied precise description—an ultimate, pure black.

It was not darkness, nor was it emptiness; it was a color that seemed to encompass every hue in the universe, finally returning to the point of origin.

It was deathly still, for it transcended the concepts of life and death; it was opulent, for it was the very foundation of all things; it was noble, for it stood above all known and unknown forms of power; it was profound, for the mysteries it contained were vaster than the universe itself; it was elegant, for it displayed the ultimate form of power in the simplest, most perfect manner.

This was a primordial black, an initial black!

Qin Feng carefully manipulated a wisp of this pure black mental energy to flow across his fingertip; it emitted no pressure, yet the surrounding space warped in infinitesimal ways.

He could feel that the "quality" contained within this wisp of mental energy was on a dimension unimaginably higher than the previous black-gold.

If the black-gold mental energy was an unbreakable divine sword, then this pure black mental energy was the Dao law that created or erased the very concept of a "divine sword."

What was happening?

During those ten years of slumber, what had occurred?

Carrying intense shock and doubt, Qin Feng thought of the Cosmic Will for the first time.

He immediately calmed his mind, communicating with that omnipresent, great existence, and began to review his long-completed task log.

Soon, familiar, cold, emotionless text appeared in his sea of consciousness.

[Task: The Path of the End]

[Status: Completed]

[Task Evaluation: Perfect]

[Basic Reward: Supreme Dao Foundation · Singularity of the End]

[Evaluation Details: Task executor 'Qin Feng' has met the requirements for the 'Singularity of the End' aptitude, thus the reward has been iterated and sublimated...]

[Final Reward: You have obtained 'Supreme Foundation · Primordial Singularity']

[Primordial Singularity: The ultimate Dao foundation, transcending the 'Singularity of the End.']

[Note: The comprehensive enhancement strength of the 'Primordial Singularity' across all dimensions is approximately ten thousand times that of the 'Eternal Singularity,' and about a hundred times that of the 'Singularity of the End.']

[……]

As Qin Feng "read" every word of this final settlement information from the Cosmic Will, he was left utterly stunned.

The Primordial Singularity!

So that is it!

Every lingering doubt, at this very moment, dissolved into sudden clarity.

No wonder, no wonder his spiritual power had transmuted into this unfathomable, pure black hue.

No wonder, upon waking, he felt as if his entire existence had ascended to a higher plane.

This was no mere natural recovery from wounds; it was a supreme transformation and gift, executed by the will of the universe itself, reaching down to the very bedrock of his being!

"A hundredfold efficiency of the Terminal Singularity... a ten-thousandfold efficiency of the Eternal Singularity..."

Qin Feng murmured to himself, savoring these cold, hard figures, yet within his heart, a storm raged more violently than when he had faced the siege of five Domain Lords.

He immediately began to sense his physical form with meticulous care.

With a mere thought, he clenched his right fist, invoking neither spiritual energy nor secret arts, relying solely on raw, physical power.

He could clearly perceive that as his muscles tightened, a terrifying force, far more formidable than anything he had known before, brewed and surged within every single cell.

He possessed an intense intuition that if he were to strike now, the power of that blow would be no less than his full-strength strike before he had ever entered the Divine Prohibition!

"Compared to when I fought the five Domain Lords, my body and spiritual power have grown at least several hundred times stronger!"

This conclusion sent a tremor of shock through Qin Feng himself.

Several hundred times—what a terrifying chasm of difference that was.

He remembered clearly that in the final strike where he had taken those five Domain Lords with him, he had erupted at several hundred times the speed of light; that had been a supreme, limit-breaking blow that burned everything he had.

Yet now, he felt that if he were to unleash such a strike again, he could easily surpass a thousand times the speed of light, and in a manner far more stable and controlled.

"The limits of the Divine Prohibition..."

Qin Feng drew a deep breath, finally gaining a clear assessment of his current strength.

Back at the Blood God Tower, he had reached the ninety-fourth floor, topping the secondary monument and surpassing the legendary "Dao Yi."

He knew that beyond the ninety-fifth floor lay the true will-imprints of the Divine Prohibition's limits, with difficulty increasing exponentially.

At that time, he had stood no chance of victory.

"But if it were now..."

A flash of intense confidence crossed Qin Feng’s eyes. "If I were to challenge that Blood God Tower with my current strength, the ninety-fifth, the ninety-sixth... even the ninety-ninth floor, I might well have the power to fight!"

This was no arrogance, but the most sober judgment based on the terrifying foundation provided by the "Primordial Singularity."

He was now, within the Black Hole realm, theoretically the strongest form one could achieve—the absolute limit of the "Divine Prohibition" domain.

"No, no, not yet the strongest. I can still amplify my body and spirit through arrays and secret arts, and I have yet to study the knowledge of the Mechanical Race; there is still room for my strength to advance further."

"As I am now, unless I encounter an exceptionally troublesome Domain Lord, I can essentially secure victory. After a period of consolidation, my strength will rise again; at the very least, no one below the rank of Marquis can kill me."

The review, spanning several hours, finally came to an end.

Qin Feng slowly opened his eyes, his gaze clear and serene. All power and insight had been fully retracted, leaving not a trace of aura leaking out—a return to simplicity and truth.

He now possessed an unprecedentedly clear understanding of his experiences over the eight thousand years since entering the Myriad Races Battlefield, as well as his current strength, assets, hidden cards, and future potential.

"My strength has progressed too much, and my foundation has undergone an ultimate qualitative change. At the same time, I have clarified my future path: the path of the 'Limit'."

He began to plan his next actions in his mind.

"The most urgent matters require attention."

"First, to organize and consolidate my existing strength. The 'Primordial Singularity' has brought terrifying potential, but I need vast knowledge and higher-order secret arts to convert this potential into immediate combat power.

I need to study, to read, to treat the wisdom of the myriad civilizations as fuel for my assault on the 'Limit'.

Whether it be methods of physical tempering or arts of soul refinement, anything that can strengthen my core, I must learn and master.

To prove the Dao through pure power, pushing both body and spirit to their true limits."

"Second, some promises must be kept and some karmic debts settled.

The Stone Buddha’s commission concerns the cosmic wonder [Dou], as well as the hunting of his senior brother, Shi Lan.

This matter requires careful planning before I step into the Domain Lord realm.

Furthermore, the inheritance of King Guluo mentioned his enemies; since I have accepted this karma, it must eventually be resolved. Finally, I must see if there is anything I can do for my Master."

"Third..."

A rare, relaxed smile appeared on Qin Feng's face. "Since I am within a core hub like the Thunder Universe City, I can naturally access the subspace network that covers the entire human territory.

On one hand, I can use the vast wealth in my possession to exchange for a batch of the most urgently needed cultivation resources. On the other, it is time to contact some old friends and learn of their situations."

The faces of Xiong Yanfu, Tie Mu, and Shi Potian surfaced in his mind, and he also remembered his uncle, Wang Ming.

"Right, and Xiao Hao and Xiao Jie."

He thought of his uncle's two sons who had joined the military.

Before, his strength was insufficient and his voice carried little weight; even if he worried, he was powerless.

But now, with his status as "First on the Hidden Dragon List" and "Direct Disciple of the Heaven-Swallowing King," searching for the whereabouts of two ordinary soldiers within the internal network of the Limit Warrior Corps should no longer be a difficult task.

Having organized everything in his mind, Qin Feng stood up, his entire demeanor refreshed.

The previous aura of slaughter and the might of a fierce god had all been tucked away, replaced by a calm and confident insight into all things.

...

Qin Feng moved his mind, activating his access permissions to the subspace network.

A massive stream of information instantly flooded his consciousness.

The vast majority were systematic pushes and news, with reports on his own battle achievements occupying an overwhelming portion.

He gave them a cursory glance before archiving the information and opening his private communication interface.

Tens of thousands of unread messages were flashing; the senders were mostly classmates from Canaan Starry Sky Martial University, former comrades-in-arms, and even powerhouses he had only met once. The content was nothing more than congratulations and awe.

Qin Feng did not reply to them one by one, but precisely located a few familiar names.

"Qin Feng! You brat, are you still alive? If you're alive, answer me! First on the Hidden Dragon List, killing a Domain Lord in reverse—next time we meet, the drinks are on me!" — Shi Potian.

"Old Qin, take care of yourself. Your path has already far outpaced all of us. I am proud of you." — Xiong Yanfu.

"..."

Qin Feng looked at these messages—some bold, some reserved, but all filled with sincere concern—and a gentle smile involuntarily tugged at the corners of his mouth.

He replied to them one by one, his words concise, reporting only that he was safe and suggesting they meet in the future.

After dealing with these greetings from his peers, his gaze finally rested on an email he had pinned and read repeatedly.

Sender: Wang Ming.

The content of the email was not long, yet between the lines, it was filled with the anxiety and restraint of a father.

In the letter, his uncle said that the two brothers, Wang Hao and Wang Jie, had completely lost contact three hundred years ago after entering a high-risk war zone to carry out a mission for the Limit Warrior Corps.

Three hundred years of silence—for a father, what a long and agonizing torment that must be.

His uncle confessed that he had not wanted to disturb Qin Feng at such a time.

Qin Feng is a hero of the human race, burdened with heavy responsibilities; he cannot allow his personal family matters to disturb Qin Feng’s focus.

Yet, as a parent, the ties of blood are ultimately impossible to sever.

After countless days and nights of internal struggle, he finally summoned the courage to send this letter, merely to ask Qin Feng if he might have the means to inquire about the whereabouts of his two children. Even a simple message confirming they were still alive would be enough to bring him peace.

Qin Feng looked at the letter in silence. Before his eyes, he seemed to see his uncle’s honest, wrinkled face, and the complex expression—a mixture of hope, worry, and guilt—that must have been on his face as he wrote these words.

Without a moment’s hesitation, he drafted a reply.

“Uncle, I have received your message. Leave this matter to me. Rest easy and wait; as soon as I have news, I will notify you immediately.”

Having done this, Qin Feng slowly rose from his desk.

He stretched his limbs, his body emitting a series of crisp sounds like jade colliding.

He opened the virtual interface of the Imperial Exchange, staring at his vast list of spoils, and fell into deep contemplation.

The corpses of over ten thousand Limit-level black holes, the remains of five Domain Lords, countless fragments of secret treasures, and more than seven thousand intact space rings he had deliberately preserved.

This was a terrifying fortune that would make any powerhouse cast a covetous eye.

Qin Feng had initially intended to exchange it all for contribution points, but a second thought made him pause.

His current vision and store of knowledge were insufficient to maximize the value of these resources.

How to plan their use might require his master’s advice, lest he take a wrong turn and cause unnecessary waste.

Just as he was pondering, a gentle consciousness resonated directly in his mind; it was the voice of the Heaven-Swallowing King.

“Awake? Once you have finished digesting, come to the Thunder Main Hall.”

“Yes, Master.”

Qin Feng nodded slightly and closed all virtual interfaces.

He identified the star-chart markers within Thunder Universe City, his form shifting into a faint, imperceptible stream of light as he silently departed the Thunder Trace Hall.

...

The Thunder Main Hall is the seat of power for the entire universe city, as well as the residence of the City Lord, the Thunderstorm King.

The style of this hall is starkly different from the Thunder Trace Hall; it lacks the outward, violent manifestations of thunderous Dao, appearing instead ancient and heavy, like a primordial mountain that has existed since the dawn of time, steadily suppressing the surrounding space-time.

When Qin Feng arrived, the hall doors were already open for him.

Inside the hall, three figures had been waiting for some time.

Occupying the main seat was the burly, abyss-like Thunderstorm King.

Beside him stood the ethereal Heaven-Swallowing King, who seemed to merge with the cosmic void.

And standing below the Thunderstorm King was the respectful Thunder Three.

Seeing Qin Feng enter, the gazes of all three converged upon him.

The Heaven-Swallowing King’s eyes held clear appreciation and satisfaction; the Thunderstorm King’s gaze was filled with wonder and scrutiny, as if he wished to see through this junior entirely; while Thunder Three’s eyes held only pure admiration.

“Disciple greets Master, and greets the two seniors.”

Qin Feng bowed, neither servile nor overbearing.

“Hahaha, no need for such formalities.” The Heaven-Swallowing King raised a hand, a gentle smile on his face. “Sit. Judging by your complexion, you have recovered well.”

Qin Feng complied, taking his seat on a meditation cushion below.

“Disciple,”

The Heaven-Swallowing King spoke first, getting straight to the point. “First, I must tell you something. During the ten years you were in slumber, the human high command has taken action against the masterminds behind the ambush on you.

The Holy Light Race and the Demon Race, who dispatched Domain Lords to kill you, have suffered the long-suppressed fury of human powerhouses across several star sectors surrounding the 1300th War Zone.

They paid a heavy price, ultimately offering vast amounts of resources in compensation just to earn a moment of respite. This is the race’s way of accounting for your contributions.”

Qin Feng listened quietly, his expression calm as he gave a slight nod. “This disciple understands.”

He viewed this matter with an open mind and accepted it with ease.

A warrior’s cultivation seeks clarity of mind and a clear conscience.

Since stepping onto the path of martial arts, he had never forgotten that he was a member of the human race.

Whether it was slaying cultists of the Evil God in the past or winning glory for humanity on the myriad-race battlefield today, he had done his utmost.

Since he had a clear conscience toward his race, it was only right to enjoy the race’s protection and care.

This was the same logic he had applied when choosing to return to the Morning Star to accompany his father through the final leg of his mortal journey.

He had fulfilled his filial duty, seen his father off, and settled his worldly ties; his Dao heart was complete, so when he left home to embark on his journey, there were no burdens in his heart.

Being able to maintain a clear conscience meant he would not carry unnecessary internal burdens.

“It is good that you think this way.”

The Heaven-Swallowing King nodded in approval, then shifted the tone, a hint of playful mockery entering his voice.

“Now, let us speak of your cultivation.

Over these past ten years, it has been widely rumored that I, the Heaven-Swallowing King, picked up a massive bargain, taking in a peerless monster of a disciple, only for that disciple to use the secret techniques of that fellow, the Nine-Spirit King, from start to finish.

That old man, the Nine-Spirit King, relies on this to come find me every few days, trying to snatch you away from my tutelage, both openly and covertly.

If I don’t show off some of your progress, this old face of mine will truly become the laughingstock of all the Kings.”

Hearing this, even the usually stern Thunderstorm King couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, and Thunder Three could not suppress a chuckle.

Qin Feng also laughed, a warmth flowing through his heart as he said respectfully, “This disciple awaits your instruction, Master.”

“Instruction is too formal a word.”

The Heaven-Swallowing King waved his hand, his expression turning solemn. “Before I offer my advice, I want to hear your own thoughts.

At the final moment of your life-and-death struggle against the five Domain Lords, you broke through to your own Dao. You must have many visions for the path ahead.

There are no outsiders here; you may speak freely, without reservation.”

“Yes.”

Qin Feng nodded slightly and took a deep breath.

He knew this was not only a test from his master but the most critical moment regarding the future direction of his martial path.

He held nothing back, his gaze becoming incomparably firm as he said in a low voice, “Reporting to Master. The Singularity Dao Foundation I have forged, after the tempering of Blood Jade Crystals, the fusion of the cosmic wonder ‘Twin Masks,’ and the final reward from the ‘End of the Road’ mission, has undergone a fundamental transformation, reaching the realm of... the ‘Primordial Singularity.’”

The moment the words fell, Qin Feng did not hesitate.

He swept his right hand, and the space before him split open silently, a sub-space gate torn apart by his casual touch.

Immediately after, a “singularity” beyond description emerged, revealing itself without reservation before the Heaven-Swallowing King and the Thunderstorm King.

In that instant, the light within the heavy, mountain-like Thunder Main Hall seemed to dim.

Everyone’s gaze was firmly drawn to that singularity.

It was a black hole of absolute purity; it did not devour light, but rather caused light to vanish of its own accord in its presence.

Surrounding it was an accretion disk composed of spiritual energy, rotating slowly.

Eerily, that accretion disk was also of a pure black, yet it was distinctly layered and separate from the black of the singularity’s core.

Though black, it seemed to contain all the colors and splendors of the universe, ultimately settling into a profound silence.

It was a contradictory synthesis of depth, luxury, reverence, deathly stillness, and boundless vitality.

A colorful black!

Wisps of pure black spiritual energy, like the most docile of subjects, swirled around Qin Feng, casting him as an ancient deity from the dawn of chaos, radiating an innate, supreme nobility that transcended all things.

"Hum—"

The Heaven-Swallowing King, the Thunderstorm King, and Lei San—three seasoned powerhouses—felt their minds go blank for a fleeting moment the instant they beheld that pure black spiritual energy.

Their breath hitched in that very moment.

Black spiritual energy!

This was a legend that existed only in the most ancient and core secret archives of the human race!

Even for King-level powerhouses of their stature, they had only heard of it; they had never seen it with their own eyes!

For throughout the vast, brilliant, and recorded history of humanity spanning eons, only one person was known to have truly possessed pure black spiritual energy!

That was the progenitor of the human race, the supreme existence who carved out a sanctuary for his people with his own hands—the Emperor!

Lei San’s pupils dilated to the limit, his body trembling slightly from the sheer shock.

The Thunderstorm King, an iron-blooded sovereign who ruled a cosmic city, stood with his mouth slightly agape, his eyes filled with incredulous horror.

As for the Heaven-Swallowing King, he looked at his disciple and the pure black energy swirling around him; the warmth and smile on his face had long since vanished, replaced by an unprecedented solemnity and a trace of deep, unconscious excitement.

Qin Feng paid no heed to their loss of composure, his voice remaining steady as he continued to expound upon his Dao.

"Master, the path I intend to walk is called 'Limit'."

"The foundation of this path lies in the physical body and the soul."

"Formations, secret arts, artifacts, potions... all the techniques of the world are, to me, merely external objects and resources."

"What I must do is extract the essence, discard the dross, and integrate the strengths of ten thousand paths into myself; everything I do serves only the continuous breakthrough of my flesh and soul."

"I will continuously, without end, break through the limits of what the body can bear and what the soul can perceive."

"With the purest power, I shall bear witness to the supreme Dao."

"Where my power reaches, all things shall be suppressed!"

His words were resonant, each syllable imbued with unquestionable resolve and an indomitable, overbearing spirit.

"Good! A fine 'Path of the Limit'! What magnificent ambition!"

The Heaven-Swallowing King recovered from his shock, unable to help but clap and laugh, his laughter filled with gratification.

But then, his expression turned grave: "However, disciple, do you know that this path... is too difficult, far too difficult!"

He looked at Qin Feng, speaking slowly and deliberately: "When I was young, the path I chose was somewhat similar to your 'Path of the Limit'."

"It was precisely because of this that I could hold a place on the King Ranking with combat power far exceeding my peers."

"But it was also because of this path that I have languished at the peak of the King realm for tens of millions of years; the difficulty of breaking the barrier to enter the Emperor realm is tens or even hundreds of thousands of times greater than that of an ordinary King-level powerhouse!"

"To this day, I still see no path forward."

Beside him, the Thunderstorm King also set aside his shock and spoke with a heavy expression: "Qin Feng, this is no small matter."

"The will of the universe is fair, yet it is also harsh."

"When a martial artist searches for their path, they are actually searching for themselves, for what their soul loves and resonates with most deeply."

"If you were born to love artifact refining, you would only need to exhaust your life learning its knowledge and comprehending its laws; after becoming a King, you would only need to refine upon the foundations of your predecessors, eventually either completing their laws or creating your own, and you would gain the recognition of the universe to break through."

"But your chosen 'Path of the Limit'—to prove the Dao through power—what does that mean?"

"It means you must dabble in all the laws of the world; you must comprehend all the paths of the universe!"

"You need to learn, understand, and digest the knowledge and laws of every different system, turning them all into nutrients to break your own limits."

"This path has no predecessors to learn from; every step must be forged by yourself. Its difficulty is countless times that of an ordinary path, perhaps even immeasurable!"

The warnings of the two King-level powerhouses carried immense weight.

They were not trying to crush Qin Feng’s confidence, but as his seniors, they had a duty to reveal the hardships and dangers of this path without reservation.

Yet, facing the solemn warnings of the two Kings, a radiant smile bloomed on Qin Feng’s face.

In that smile, there was not a shred of wavering or fear, only pure confidence and soaring fighting spirit.

"Haha, this disciple understands."

He smiled, his eyes as bright as stars, "The supreme path is naturally paved with thorns. The path of gods was never easy to walk."

"If it were a flat, open road that anyone could walk, then it would not deserve to be called the 'Limit'."

Seeing Qin Feng in this state, the Heaven-Swallowing King and the Thunderstorm King exchanged glances, seeing relief and gratification in each other's eyes.

Yes, this was the Qin Feng they knew.

A monstrous talent from the ages who rose from obscurity, fought against the tide, and created countless miracles.

At this moment, having topped the Hidden Dragon Ranking and shaken the universe with his fearsome reputation, he was at his sharpest, his heart at its most expansive, and his will at its most heaven-defying.

At such a peak moment of his life, possessing such ambition to swallow the heavens and embrace the sun was only natural!

Perhaps... he truly could forge a path of supreme strength that no one had ever walked before!

"Good! Since your mind is made up, I will support you with all my might!"

The Heaven-Swallowing King stopped trying to persuade him and said in a deep voice: "The knowledge base required for your path is as vast as the sea, and the requirements for its quality are extremely high."

"Though the Cosmic City is large, its knowledge repository is ultimately limited."

"So, you shall depart immediately for the headquarters of the Human Sacred Academy."

"The Sacred Academy headquarters?"

Qin Feng’s eyes flickered.

"Indeed," the Heaven-Swallowing King nodded, "That is the core headquarters of the human cosmic sea."

"It houses all the secret arts and heritage texts left behind by human powerhouses from ancient times to the present, as well as the core heritages of alien races seized by our warriors after slaying their prodigies and great beings over countless years."

"Whatever you find useful, you shall learn."

"The principles of artifact refining can evolve into thousands of hammer techniques to temper the body; the way of formations can help you understand the essence of spiritual energy structures and strengthen the soul; the study of potions will allow you to fathom the mysteries of life genes... the knowledge you need is too vast and complex; only by gathering the strengths of a hundred schools and melting ten thousand paths into one furnace can you truly create your own 'Limit' secret arts and lay the supreme foundation for ascending to the Domain Lord realm."

"Do not worry about this; I will personally notify the Sacred Academy headquarters later and apply for the highest clearance for you."

"Once you arrive, you can go directly through the teleportation array."

"Many thanks, Master!"

Hearing this, Qin Feng was overjoyed and bowed in salute.

His greatest shortcoming right now was indeed the lack of secret arts.

From start to finish, the core secret arts he relied on for combat were only the Nine Spirits Origin Map and the Inch Glow, and he had yet to find time to systematically comprehend the artifact-refining heritage of King Guluo.

These would be the foundations for him to convert his terrifying base into actual combat power, becoming a true "numerical monster."

Master, before I depart, I have a few questions to ask.

Qin Feng said.

Hmm? Speak your mind.

I have slain many formidable foes and seized a vast quantity of corpses, treasure fragments, and... over seven thousand intact spatial rings. Should I exchange this haul for contribution points, or—

Spatial rings? All intact?

The Heaven-Swallowing King paused, then exchanged a glance with the Thunder-Storm King, both reflecting the astonishment in the other's eyes.

Yes.

Qin Feng answered honestly.

Hahahaha...

The Thunder-Storm King could not help but roar with laughter, pointing at Qin Feng, half-amused and half-bewildered. You fellow!

Facing a siege of ten thousand Limit Black Holes, weathering seventeen Domain Lord formations, and battling five Domain Lords to the death—even in such a state, you still had the presence of mind to deliberately preserve their spatial rings?

Qin Feng smiled as well: Even a mosquito is meat. It would be a waste to let them be destroyed by the shockwaves of battle. Who knows what treasures might be hidden inside?

Well said! With that kind of foresight, I can rest easy.

The Heaven-Swallowing King laughed approvingly. With these spoils, it works out perfectly. The Holy Academy headquarters houses a sanctuary of enlightenment called the Seven-Colored Bodhi Forest. Meditating there can vastly accelerate one's cognitive speed, which is remarkably effective for comprehending the myriad laws.

However, entry requires a massive expenditure of contribution points.

You may first inventory your loot to see if there is anything you urgently require; if not, simply exchange the rest for points.

Having said this, the Heaven-Swallowing King paused, then added: As for the Domain Lord-level materials needed for your Heavenly Evolution Soldiers to evolve, and the treasures you will require after your breakthrough, do not trouble yourself with such trifles.

I have already prepared them and sent them to your subspace storage unit; you may check them at your leisure.

Qin Feng was stunned, quickly sinking his consciousness into his subspace storage unit.

He saw that the once-spacious storage was now filled with a mountain of rare materials shimmering in various hues.

It was a literal mound of Domain Lord-grade alloys, so valuable that even an ordinary Domain Lord would be bankrupted by them, and in a quantity sufficient for his Heavenly Evolution Soldiers to devour and evolve to the Domain Lord level.

Beside that pile of materials, a pair of wings hovered in silence.

They were pitch-black, as if forged from the purest essence of the dark night.

Without a single blemish, they were covered in profound, natural dao patterns, with one hundred and eight restrictions flickering within, radiating a heart-stopping spatial fluctuation.

The Black Heaven Wings—a top-tier Domain Lord-grade treasure. They could amplify speed, bolster defense, and even transform into thousands of blades for slaughter. In terms of rarity, they far surpassed his previous Red Gold Wings.

A surge of indescribable warmth welled up in Qin Feng’s heart.

Though the Heaven-Swallowing King did not teach him specific secret techniques hand-in-hand like other masters, this deep affection was manifested in his support during every critical juncture.

From the Red Gold Wings to these Black Heaven Wings, every gift was a priceless treasure, a strategic resource capable of saving lives and turning the tide of war.

This debt of gratitude was as heavy as a mountain.

Without the Red Gold Wings, Qin Feng might have perished under the wild pursuit when he first entered the Myriad Races Battlefield, and none of what followed would have come to pass.

Thank you, Master, for your generous gift!

Qin Feng bowed solemnly once more.

Between master and disciple, there is no need for such formalities.

The Heaven-Swallowing King accepted the gesture with composure, then asked, Is there anything else?

Master, I have one more inquiry.

Qin Feng looked up, his gaze burning. I wish to ask you about the Island of Dead Meteors.

Hmm? The Island of Dead Meteors?

The Heaven-Swallowing King’s eyes flashed with surprise, which quickly turned to appreciation. It seems you have been paying close attention to the internal movements of the human race.

Very good. Having such a heart is the duty of our generation of cultivators.

Our cultivation, in the final analysis, is for the protection of humanity.

Ahem...

Qin Feng wore a look of embarrassment.

In truth, he had only learned of this by chance from the Stone Buddha; until now, he had been so occupied with cultivation and slaughter that he knew very little of the secrets within the human empire.

The Heaven-Swallowing King did not notice his awkwardness, his expression turning grave as he began to speak.

The Island of Dead Meteors is what we humans call a special secret realm. Many cosmic wonders and unique materials—the specialties of the Myriad Races Battlefield, what we often call the Cosmic Sea—do not exist within the borders of our human empire due to the differences in environment and laws.

These specialties are needed by the myriad races, and they are needed by us humans as well.

Many are indispensable key materials for forging top-tier treasures, assisting in breakthroughs, or crafting enlightenment steles.

Resources are finite, but desires are infinite; thus, one must fight with their life and fill the void with blood.

The Island of Dead Meteors is such a place. It is an ancient battlefield secret realm with extremely unique rules, roughly divided into the Outer Island and the Inner Island.

The Inner Island is the main battlefield for those at the Marquis level;

The Outer Island, however, is a meat grinder for all realms below the Marquis level.

Between these two, there exists a cruel, linked rule...

The Heaven-Swallowing King looked at Qin Feng, speaking word by word. On the Outer Island, every time a creature of an opposing faction is slain, it grants the friendly faction on the Inner Island one chance at resurrection.

Hearing this, Qin Feng’s pupils constricted, his heart deeply shaken.

To trade the lives of low-level cultivators for the resurrection of high-level powerhouses!

What a cruel war this was!

The Island of Dead Meteors opens its entrance every ten thousand years, but the exit does not open until thirty thousand years have passed.

The Heaven-Swallowing King continued. Calculating the time, there are about three thousand years until the next opening.

If you wish to go, given your current strength and your status as the top of the Hidden Dragon List, I can apply for a spot for you on the Outer Island. However...

The Heaven-Swallowing King looked at Qin Feng, his tone grave. I do not advise you to go.

Because on the Inner Island, thanks to the resurrection mechanism, even if one falls in battle, there is a chance to return if one's side holds the advantage.

But on the Outer Island... once you die, you are truly dead. Soul and body extinguished, with no possibility of rebirth.

You have a bright future ahead; you should not throw your life away in such a place. I speak only as a matter of fact... I hope you understand.

As for the current situation, it is very unfavorable for the human race.