Chapter 309: The Cosmic Will Arrives, Promotion to Domain Lord! Qin Feng's Terrible

Chapter 309: The Will of the Universe Descends, Ascending to Domain Lord! Qin Feng’s Terrifying Might! One Man Stains the Blood Abyss!

"Execute the highest level of the 'Silent Protocol'."

Qin Feng issued the core command.

"From this moment on, abandon your current stronghold. Lead all surviving soldiers to the chaotic ruins at the outermost edge of the Outer Island for a strategic withdrawal."

"That place is the most hostile, chaotic, and unstable region in the entire Outer Island, and it is the last area the myriad races' 'Extinction Front' will sweep."

"Along your retreat route, I will use my reconnaissance network to plot the safest path in real-time, avoiding all patrols and assembly points of the myriad races."

Listening to Qin Feng’s clear, unquestionable instructions, Gray Wolf’s anxious heart finally settled.

There was hope!

There was still hope!

As long as the War Marshal remained, the human race still had a chance to turn the tide!

However, Qin Feng’s next words made his heart leap into his throat once more.

"Gray Wolf, trust me."

Qin Feng’s tone was solemn, as never before.

"Give me three thousand years."

"Three thousand years?"

Gray Wolf gasped in disbelief.

"Yes, three thousand years."

Qin Feng’s voice carried an unquestionable power capable of shaking the soul. "Within these three thousand years, no matter what happens outside, no matter what the myriad races turn the Outer Island into, you have only one mission—to lie in wait."

"Lie in wait like stones, lie in wait like dust, and vanish completely from this world."

"Three thousand years from now, I will give an account to all the fallen comrades and to every soldier who survives."

"By then,"

Qin Feng paused, speaking each word with deliberate weight, "we shall no longer be the prey."

"We shall be the hunters!"

A long silence fell on the other end of the communication.

A fierce battle raged within Gray Wolf’s soul.

Three thousand years!

This meant they would have to hide like rats in the dark, sunless ruins for three millennia.

They would have to watch as the armies of the myriad races, like bulldozers, razed every inch of land they had once fought for, turning it into scorched earth.

His reason screamed that Qin Feng was right.

To pit their ten thousand weary soldiers against the millions of wolf-like, tiger-like armies of the myriad races was not bravery; it was stupidity, it was courting destruction.

Preserving the spark and waiting for hope to arrive was the only correct choice.

And Qin Feng was that hope!

He was the only, and final, miracle for the human race on this desperate battlefield!

"Hoo..."

Gray Wolf took a deep breath and let it out heavily.

When he spoke again, all hesitation and struggle had vanished, replaced by absolute, unreserved obedience.

"Yes! War Marshal!"

Gray Wolf straightened his scarred spine, offering a standard military salute to the communicator as if Qin Feng were standing right before him.

"I, Gray Wolf, swear upon my soul and stake my life: as long as I draw breath, the final spark of the human race on the Outer Island shall never be extinguished!"

"We will wait for you for three thousand years!"

His voice was resonant, firm, and resolute.

"Good."

Only one faint word came from the other side, and then silence returned.

After ending the transmission, Qin Feng did not hesitate or linger.

The temporary cave dwelling he occupied was also within the range of the impending "Extinction Front" sweep.

"Hum!"

A pair of [Black Sky Wings], composed of countless black particles that seemed to devour all light, slowly unfurled behind him.

With a thought, the wings fluttered.

In the next instant, his figure vanished from the spot, tearing through space at a terrifying speed exceeding a thousand times that of light, fleeing into sub-space toward the final place of seclusion he had long since chosen.

A few breaths later.

At the edge of the Outer Island.

The space here was violently distorted, filled with turbulent spacetime currents and exposed field faults.

Let alone a Limit Black Hole, even an ordinary Domain Lord-level powerhouse would not dare to tread here lightly.

Qin Feng’s figure emerged silently near a massive, hidden natural spacetime rift.

He sat cross-legged, and with a thought, billions of nanobots, smaller than dust, flew from his body, merging into the surrounding chaotic spacetime to construct the final line of defense.

Having done this, he looked up one last time, his gaze seemingly piercing through endless space to stare toward the direction of the Blood Abyss Fortress.

In his sensory network, that red line of death and extinction, formed by the convergence of countless myriad-race legions, had officially begun to advance—slow, yet unstoppable.

It was like a guillotine blade, suspended above the heads of all living beings on the Outer Island, slowly descending.

"Thirty thousand years... do you think that is a long time?"

A cold, emotionless arc curled at the corners of Qin Feng’s mouth.

"For me, three thousand years is enough."

"The day I emerge from seclusion shall be the day... your souls are severed!"

As his voice faded, he slowly closed his eyes.

His presence vanished in that instant, as if he had completely merged with the chaotic, deathly silence of the surrounding void.

Deep within his consciousness, that pure black spiritual power transformed into infinite, terrifying computational force, stirring up waves billions of feet high. With an unprecedented, frantic intensity, he began to fully deduce, construct, and perfect the path toward the pinnacle of strength—a path belonging solely to Qin Feng—

The Path of the Limit!

...

The river of time flowed silently; a millennium, to a practitioner, is but a flick of a finger.

In the deep, deathly silence of the ruins, that natural spacetime rift remained like an eternal scar upon the universe, exhaling turbulent currents.

And under the shelter of this scar, Qin Feng’s figure had become an eternal sculpture, covered in the dust of time—dust that was no ordinary matter, but crystals of shattered spacetime and chaotic spiritual energy, flickering with a faint, heart-stopping light.

His breath had long since merged into the stillness of this desolate wasteland.

Yet, within the confines of his body, a genesis epic far surpassing the birth and death of galaxies or the rise and fall of civilizations was unfolding in a breathtaking, silent display.

The first millennium.

The epic began in the sea of his dantian.

Once a place where spiritual energy converged and the foundations of the Dao ebbed and flowed, it had now transformed into a true primordial universe—a void of chaos where the heavens and earth had yet to be defined.

There was no up or down, no past or future, only an endless, viscous darkness.

Qin Feng’s consciousness, or rather, his spirit—now transmuted into a quality of pure black—was the sole creator within this primordial expanse.

This pure black spirit was neither light nor shadow; it was the "One" from which all things return to their end and from which all beginnings are birthed.

It was a manifested logic, a fusion of absolute control and ultimate computational power.

At this moment, this spirit was no longer a surging ocean, but had splintered into trillions of threads, each finer than a quark, acting as the hands of a creator.

These threads followed the theoretical framework of his "Limitless Path"—a blueprint he had refined billions of times in his mind during his three thousand years at the Holy Academy and his fifteen hundred years of hunting.

Like the most precise scalpels and the most delicate needles, they delved silently into the very core of his dantian.

Their purpose was not to construct physical organs, but to etch arrays into the void.

These were no ordinary formations.

In the archives of the Human Holy Academy, Qin Feng had studied thirty billion physical-refinement techniques, encompassing countless billions of conversion, refining, devouring, and origin-returning arrays.

The arrays he had pioneered himself over the years numbered in the trillions.

He did not intend to choose one or two; he sought to weave, compress, smelt, and unify them all.

"Devour" represented the absolute plunder of all matter and energy, stripping away not just the physical, but the Dao imprints, spiritual power, and essence contained within.

"Refine" signified the billions of purifications required to strip away the dross and reduce the complex source into the purest, attribute-less primordial particles.

"Return to Origin" was the final step, converting these particles into the life-sustaining fuel best suited for his "Limitless Path."

Trillions of spiritual threads began to intertwine at the center of his dantian.

In every instant, a number of runes beyond counting were etched into existence.

Their complexity was such that any master of arrays would exhaust their life force without glimpsing even a fraction of their truth.

They danced like dragons, aligned like stars, or collapsed into the fundamental points and lines that define the mystery of existence emerging from nothingness.

The process was agonizingly difficult.

Each core rune etched invited the invisible backlash of the Great Dao within his dantian universe.

Destructive thunder erupted from the void, and gales of annihilation swept through the chaos.

Yet, Qin Feng’s mind remained as steady as a rock. His pure black spirit displayed unparalleled resilience, suppressing and smoothing out every surge of backlash.

Time lost all meaning in this microscopic act of creation.

How much time passed? Perhaps a year, perhaps a century.

When the final rune representing "Return to Origin" was set, the core of the dantian—the nexus of those trillions of runes—suddenly collapsed inward.

All light, all energy, all arrays were swallowed by that single point in an instant.

A rotating singularity, glowing with a dim, abyssal light and denser than a neutron star by a factor of billions, was born.

It was silent, yet possessed a terrifying gravity that made the soul tremble.

It was the prototype of the Primordial Furnace, the engine of his "Limitless Path."

This birth was only the first step.

Over the following centuries, Qin Feng continuously fed his spiritual and physical energy into the singularity. It expanded slowly but firmly, its internal structure evolving according to his blueprint.

Finally, as the first millennium drew to a close, the singularity solidified amidst a grand, resonant hum echoing from the source of the Great Dao.

It was a furnace, suspended in the center of his dantian universe, so archaic it defied description.

The furnace was a dark gold, neither metal nor jade, as if forged from the very first light and shadow at the dawn of the cosmos.

The trillions of runes etched upon its surface seemed to come alive, transforming into chains of the Great Dao that circulated in an endless cycle.

From its mouth spewed a pure black flame capable of incinerating the heavens.

On its walls, one could faintly perceive the rise and fall of suns and moons, the birth and death of galaxies, as if the furnace itself bore the weight of a universe.

The Primordial Furnace Array was complete.

Qin Feng withdrew his consciousness from the depths of the construction, feeling the furnace as an extension of his own blood and soul.

It was a new organ, a vessel of infinite potential.

With a thought, he retrieved the remains of a peak-level God-Forbidden expert from his storage ring and cast them directly into the furnace.

In life, this being had been a powerful Domain Lord of the Crystal Race, a body tempered through eons, capable of bathing in the core of a neutron star.

Yet, the moment it touched the black flame, there was no explosion, no leakage of energy, not even a sound.

Like snow meeting the midday sun, the indestructible divine body was vaporized in less than a Planck time, its residual will and spirit dragged into the depths of the furnace.

Immediately, a stream of pure, unadulterated life particles, like the sweetest nectar, surged from the base of the furnace, flowing through his meridians to every corner of his body.

Hunger!

An unprecedented, primal hunger seized him.

Every cell in his body cheered and craved, like parched earth finally receiving the first rain of a millennium.

He felt as though he could devour an entire galaxy.

In this moment, the practical progress of his "Limitless Path" had leaped from 20% to 50%.

...

The second millennium.

If the Primordial Furnace was the engine of this war machine, the reactor providing infinite energy, then in the second millennium, Qin Feng’s task was to build the executive mechanism—the "Limitless Array" covering his entire body.

His perspective shifted from the macroscopic dantian universe to a microscopic level far beyond that of cells.

The human body contains trillions of cells.

To ordinary beings, they are merely the basic units of life.

But in Qin Feng’s design, each cell would no longer be mere flesh, but an independent, fully functional, and infinitely upgradeable "array node."

This was an engineering feat of such magnitude that it dwarfed the task of carving upon stars.

The difficulty surpassed even the construction of the Primordial Furnace.

For there was only one furnace, but trillions of nodes, each of which had to be flawless and perfectly synchronized with the others.

His pure black spirit once again demonstrated its terrifying control as the "Hand of the Creator."

It divided into trillions of threads, acting like a massive parallel computing cloud, descending into every cell to begin the meticulous work of transformation.

This was a process of a cell carving out a miniature world.

Within the nucleus, Qin Feng used his spiritual power as a chisel to engrave the "Energy Gathering" array, shrunk down countless times.

It would become the cell's core, tasked with compressing and storing the spiritual energy delivered by the Primal Furnace, as if creating an eternally burning sun for this tiny world.

Upon the cell wall, he inscribed the "Guardian" series of arrays.

This thin membrane would henceforth be more than a channel for material exchange; it would be an impenetrable world barrier.

It could automatically analyze and screen all incoming spiritual energy, repelling harmful or alien forces while absorbing beneficial energy with maximum efficiency.

In the cytoplasm, the most critical step, he engraved the "Refining" series of arrays.

The cytoplasm was no longer a mere biological substrate, but had become an incessant forge for tempering the body.

The energy provided by the gathering array would be converted here into billions of invisible Hammers of Dao, striking every structure of the cell in an endless, perpetual rhythm.

This was a tedious, protracted process that demanded an unimaginably vast expenditure of mental energy.

For a thousand years, Qin Feng had to maintain this extreme parallel operation, ensuring that trillions of individual projects advanced simultaneously without the slightest error.

The collapse of any single cell array node could trigger a chain reaction, leading to necrosis of the entire region or even causing his physical body to disintegrate from within.

Time drifted by, and several hundred more years passed.

Finally, when the last cell completed its internal inscription, a qualitative change occurred within Qin Feng’s body. Trillions of cells, like trillions of stars ignited at once, bloomed with a brilliant yet restrained radiance within him.

They were no longer independent individuals.

Hum—

A low vibration, as if from the dawn of chaos, resonated within his body.

Adjacent cell arrays began to sense and resonate with one another through their connections, spontaneously linking to form more powerful composite arrays.

Countless cellular arrays then linked by muscles, bones, and organs to form macroscopic organ-level arrays.

His heart transformed into a massive life-pumping array, each beat driving blood saturated with immense spiritual energy through his body with peerless pressure.

His bones became an Immortal Dragon-Bone support array, possessing a durability exceeding most divine metals in the universe.

Ultimately, all arrays throughout his body were integrated through the networks of his meridians and nervous system.

An unprecedented, unparalleled ultimate physical array—the Limit Array—covering every corner of his body, omnipresent and perpetually active, was officially formed!

The moment the array took shape, the Primal Furnace seemed to find its perfect outlet.

The immense nourishment previously refined from the God-Forbidden powerhouse surged like a bursting galaxy, instantly delivered through the meridian network to every node of the Limit Array—that is, to every single cell.

The "Refining" arrays within the cells were instantly activated to their zenith!

Under the influence of the array, the pure nourishment was automatically converted into trillions of invisible, shimmering Hammers of Dao.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

A sound of tempering, imperceptible to the ears but originating from the deepest depths of life, began to roar within Qin Feng.

Every cell was enduring billions of high-frequency strikes every single moment.

This tempering was far beyond any external method of body refinement.

It did not merely enhance cell activity and strength from the outside in; it was changing, reshaping, and optimizing the very foundation of his life structure.

His original carbon-based structure was being shattered and reorganized, shifting toward a brand-new form with higher energy efficiency, greater stability, and infinite potential.

Qin Feng could clearly feel his physical body undergoing a cataclysmic, essential leap.

He was no longer a mere biological entity, but a living Dao-artifact capable of self-evolution and self-tempering, composed of trillions of miniature refining factories!

The final wisps of the second millennium dissipated.

Sitting in the rift of time and space, Qin Feng’s body was naturally suffused with a faint, warm, jade-like white radiance.

This light was not an emission of spiritual energy, but a sign that his physical strength had reached a critical threshold; his very existence caused the surrounding space to warp slightly, as if he were an ancient deity cast from immortal metal, impervious to all laws and eternally indestructible.

The progress of the "Path of Limits" technique had steadily advanced to 80%.

...

The third millennium.

The moment the Limit Array was fully formed and perfectly synchronized with the Primal Furnace, Qin Feng slowly awakened from two thousand years of deep, microscopic construction.

A sense of unprecedented power flooded his limbs and bones.

He was confident that with his body alone, even if he stood still and allowed an ordinary Emperor-level powerhouse to strike him for ten thousand years, he might not suffer the slightest injury.

Yet, he felt no joy.

Because he had encountered the most core and fundamental bottleneck—scalability.

A path that cannot grow, a path without a future, is a dead end, no matter how strong the start.

Such a "Dao" was narrow, dogmatic, and exclusive; it could never be recognized by the supreme will of the universe, and thus, he could never ascend to become a Domain Lord.

His furnace and his arrays, while powerful, were fixed in their blueprints.

Once constructed, they seemed to reach their end.

This ran contrary to the very concept of the "Limit" he pursued.

"My path is named 'Limit.' What is a limit? What is the true meaning of a limit?"

Qin Feng fell into a long, silent meditation.

Within his sea of consciousness, the ocean of pure black spiritual power surged with waves billions of feet high.

Countless hypotheses and potential paths were generated, simulated, and collided in his mind, only to be self-negated and annihilated in the next instant.

He reviewed his life: his rise from the Star of Enlightenment, his tempering at Canaan Martial University, his conquests in the Universal Genius Tournament, and the life-and-death struggles on the battlefield of ten thousand races.

The powerhouses he had seen, the techniques he had learned, and the desperate situations he had survived flashed through his mind like billions of images.

The Mechanical Race’s "Intelligent Cultivation and Devouring" gave him inspiration for soul evolution.

The Devouring King’s "Devouring Fist" gave him the hegemony to consume all things.

The Emperor’s grand achievement of carving out a pure land in the subspace gave him the courage to break convention.

"A path that can be seen to its end is not worthy of being called a 'Dao'!"

"My Dao must be endless!"

"How can infinity be achieved? Where does the foundation of infinity lie?"

The storm of thought lasted for several months.

Qin Feng’s body remained motionless as a fossil, but his brain and soul were performing calculations and deductions faster than light.

Finally, on a day in the third millennium, as a wisp of chaotic space-time turbulence brushed his cheek, Qin Feng’s eyes, closed for three thousand years, snapped open!

In that instant, two beams of brilliant divine light erupted from the depths of his eyes, piercing the chaos before him and illuminating the eternal silence!

He had found it!

He had found the answer!

He had found the four pillars that would allow his "Path of Limits" to extend infinitely!

"I understand! Hahaha... I understand it all!!"

The pent-up emotions of three millennia were released in this singular moment, his laughter echoing through the desolate, isolated ruins, brimming with the ecstatic delirium and absolute confidence of one who has attained enlightenment.

"Limit! What is a limit? A limit is simply the absence of any limit!!"

His eyes shone with a brilliant, divine light, his thoughts flashing like lightning as he instantly established four paths of infinite growth for his future.

"First, the scalability of the [Limit Array]!"

"Trillions of cells, trillions of focal points!

Currently, these points are merely a foundational framework built upon my own insights.

But in the future, what if I were to refine trillions of secret treasures—even those of marquises, kings, or supreme masters—and fuse their core essences into every single cellular focal point within me?!"

A blueprint so magnificent it stole his breath unfolded in his mind.

"By then, a single cell of mine will be a formidable treasure! My body will become the ultimate divine vessel, forged from countless supreme artifacts! A single punch will unleash the power of trillions of treasures in unison! With a single thought, my flesh will transform into the most terrifying killing array in the universe! This is the first layer of 'Infinity'!"

"Second, the scalability of the [Primal Furnace]!"

"The grade of the furnace can also be elevated infinitely!

Today, it consumes only the remains of those at the Divine Prohibition level. But its essence is to devour, refine, and return to the origin! Why, then, should its targets not be higher-order matter and more immense spiritual energy?"

His gaze seemed to pierce through space and time, witnessing visions of the future.

"From devouring the flesh of the powerful to consuming destructive black holes, devouring star systems, or even devouring Dao seals, laws, and gods themselves!!

The higher the quality and power of my furnace, the purer the life essence it converts!

Ultimately, I shall reach the state of 'Devouring Heaven and Earth,' where nothing is beyond consumption or refinement, turning the entire universe into the fuel for my evolution!

This is the second layer of 'Infinity'!"

"Third, the scalability of my [Physical Grade]!"

"The infinite elevation of the array and the furnace will ultimately feed back directly into my physical body.

Every transformation will be a fundamental leap in the hierarchy of life!"

"The present is merely the starting point.

In the future, as more treasures are integrated and the spiritual energy I consume upgrades, my flesh will evolve continuously... Eventually, my body itself may no longer be matter, but the embodiment of 'Dao,' a collection of laws!

A single drop of blood could birth a universe; a single strand of hair could sever space-time!

This is the third layer of 'Infinity'!"

"Fourth, the scalability of my [Soul Grade]!"

"If the body is infinite, the soul can be infinite as well! The path of soul evolution shall follow the method I have already determined, borrowing from the Mechanical Race's 'Cultivated Intelligence Devouring' approach!"

"My jet-black spiritual power is the perfect foundation.

In the future, I will devour even more powerful auxiliary intelligences, using them as nourishment to let my spirit undergo constant metamorphosis, until it pierces through all illusions to reach the source! This is the fourth layer of 'Infinity'!"

The four directions were now crystal clear in his mind!

The [Limit Array] provides physical potential, the [Primal Furnace] provides evolutionary energy, the [Physical Grade] is the intuitive manifestation of that evolution, and the [Soul Grade] is the fundamental force that steers it all.

The four support and promote one another, forming a perfect, infinitely cycling, and endless closed loop!

This is the true "Path of Limits"!

"My Dao... is complete!!"

The moment Qin Feng uttered this silent cry in his heart, his entire aura underwent a seismic shift.

A sense of profound harmony, encompassing all things while transcending them, began to radiate from his being.

The secret technique progress, long stalled at 80%, shattered in this moment, surging forward without obstruction!

90%!

95%!

99%!

Finally, it settled firmly at the limit of 99.9%!

Only one final step remained—to invoke the recognition of the universe's will—to ascend in a single bound and become a Domain Lord!

...

Qin Feng's eyes, closed for three thousand years, snapped open.

What manner of eyes were these?

There was no sun or moon rising and falling, no stars flickering into extinction, only a depth of pure, absolute black.

It was as if all the light, all the laws, and all existence in the world would be utterly devoured by those eyes and returned to the primal void.

The dust of time slid silently from his shoulders; that body, forged like ancient divine gold, finally glowed with renewed vitality.

The breakthrough was at hand!

Accompanied by a silent roar from the deepest recesses of his soul—a roar never spoken aloud—Qin Feng's divine sense violently detonated the storage unit suspended in subspace!

"Boom—"

It was as if the celestial river had inverted, as if a sea of stars had burst its banks!

The space deep within the chaotic ruins, once deathly silent, was instantly filled with an endless, massive pile of corpses!

These were all the spoils Qin Feng had accumulated during fifteen hundred years of bloody hunting, the final provisions he had prepared for today's metamorphosis!

Mountain-sized remains of giant beasts, the corpses of Divine Prohibition prodigies still radiating terrifying divine might, and even the remains of several high-level Domain Lords he had slain with thunderous strikes, their souls unable to escape...

Tens of thousands of powerful corpses piled together, forming a continent of death that made one's scalp tingle.

The life essence contained within, if fully unleashed, would be enough to shatter a small star system into cosmic dust.

Yet, for Qin Feng at this moment, this energy—capable of destroying a galaxy—was merely kindling to ignite the divine fire of his Dao-body!

"Come!"

At his command, the [Primal Furnace] within his dantian, silent for a millennium and now thoroughly fused with his being, emitted a roar that shook the ages!

The furnace mouth burst open; no longer a phantom within his dantian, it projected directly into the physical world, transforming into a rotating, jet-black vortex over a million kilometers in diameter!

At the center of the vortex lay absolute darkness, from which not even light could escape, as if it connected to the ultimate abyss of the universe.

A terrifying, absolute power of consumption erupted from within!

The continent of death, composed of the corpses of myriad powerful beings, was as fragile as a sandcastle before this force.

Thousands of massive bodies, regardless of the status they held in life, were now powerless, dragged and torn apart by the giant vortex, reduced to a primal torrent of particles that flowed endlessly into the [Primal Furnace] like a hundred rivers returning to the sea.

There was no chewing, no burning, only the most thorough decomposition and return to the origin!

These beings, who had once dominated the star-fields, saw their indestructible bodies fail to last even an instant before the [Primal Furnace], utterly reduced to the purest, most primal torrent of life.

How vast and majestic that torrent of energy was!

Such terrifying energy, had it been encountered by any other Limit Black Hole-level powerhouse, would have caused their divine body to collapse instantly, resulting in the total annihilation of both form and spirit.

But Qin Feng, however, remained utterly fearless!

A hint of extreme yearning even flickered across his face.

"Temper!"

With a mere thought, the torrent of life, refined to an absolute purity by the Primal Furnace, did not ravage his body but was guided with perfection, instantly surging into the Limit Array that already permeated his entire being!

Hum! Hum! Hum!

In a heartbeat, Qin Feng’s interior erupted with the boundless radiance of a billion trillion suns rising in unison!

The myriad cell-nodes within him, flooded with this unprecedented, majestic energy, were thoroughly ignited!

Every cell transformed in that moment into an invisible "Hammer of Dao," and at a terrifying frequency exceeding a quadrillion times per second, began a frenzied pounding upon itself—and upon Qin Feng’s entire frame!

If his previous tempering had been the polishing of a trickling stream, this was the simultaneous scouring of a billion celestial rivers!

Qin Feng’s physical strength began to soar at a speed that defied the laws of the universe, visible to the naked eye!

His skin erupted with blinding, brilliant white light, each inch of flesh seemingly undergoing a thousand refinements, launching a final sprint toward a higher order of existence.

His bones roared, his blood boiled, and his soul trembled!

This was a total metamorphosis, a breaking of the chrysalis from the deepest core of life!

Yet, just as Qin Feng poured his full strength into the secret arts to breach the legendary realm of the Domain Lord, the commotion he stirred finally exceeded the limits of what this chaotic ruin could conceal.

A cataclysmic phenomenon, sweeping across the entire Isle of Dead Meteors and drawing the gaze of the universe’s primal will, descended without warning!

...

The outer reaches of the Isle of Dead Meteors.

The "Extinction Front," composed of millions of soldiers from ten thousand races, moved like a massive black comb spanning the horizon, scraping the earth inch by inch.

Leading this army were six supreme prodigies of the Divine Prohibition: Shi Lan, Wu Hen, Ba Xia, Verdict, Death Seven, and Morning Light.

Over three thousand years, they had turned more than a third of the outer island into scorched earth; mountains were leveled, rivers evaporated, and every cave or spatial fold that might offer refuge was obliterated by violent energy.

It was a dull, tedious advance, yet one laden with a suffocating sense of oppression.

They were like six tireless reapers, leaving only extinction and severed life in their wake.

At a certain moment, the six seemed to sense something, stopping in unison to gaze abruptly toward the firmament.

"Hm?"

For the first time, a look of uncertainty flickered across Shi Lan’s perpetually frost-covered face.

The leaden sky, without warning, darkened at a startling pace.

It was not the obscuring of the sun by clouds, nor the arrival of night.

It was the descent of a higher "Will," which, with an unquestionable posture, forcibly stripped the world of its color, its sound, and the flow of its laws!

Across the outer Isle of Dead Meteors, millions of soldiers and the thousands of human remnants—every living soul—felt a profound, indescribable tremor and awe rising from the depths of their spirits.

It was as if a supreme entity had cast a cold, indifferent glance from the nine heavens.

Within the Extinction Front, countless soldiers discovered with horror that their internal energy had stagnated, their prideful secret arts were unusable, and even their thoughts had grown sluggish.

Before this supreme pressure, they were as insignificant as dust.

"Is this... the Will of the Universe??"

Ba Xia’s voice was muffled, yet filled with unprecedented gravity.

His body was peerless in strength, yet he felt every muscle trembling beyond his control.

No one answered him.

For at the highest point of the firmament, all watched in terror as a scene they would never forget unfolded.

A colossal eye, woven from endless chains of order and runes of law, slowly and silently opened.

Within that eye, there was not a trace of emotion—no joy, no anger, only an absolute, icy indifference.

It seemed the embodiment of the Great Dao, the confluence of all worldly rules, merely "watching"—watching the source that had triggered this variable: the place of Qin Feng’s seclusion.

The gaze of the Universe’s Will!

And at this very moment, the anomaly shifted once more!

"Rumble—"

The thunder began to roll.