Chapter 319: Nine Tribulations Battle Codex! Devouring Heaven King in Dilemma! Qin Feng is Born!

Chapter 319: The Nine Tribulations War Canon! The Swallowing King’s Agony! Qin Feng Emerges! Slaying a Marquis in Defiance!

The War Canon is divided into nine tribulations!

The First Tribulation: Once mastered, the strength of both flesh and soul will increase by ten thousand times over its original foundation!

The Second Tribulation: Survive ten thousand battles without perishing, condensing an undying battle intent.

Once mastered, the strength of flesh and soul surges again, reaching twenty thousand times the foundation!

...

The Ninth Tribulation: The flesh and soul shall receive a terrifying ninety-thousand-fold amplification!

What manner of horrific realm would that be?

Qin Feng could not even begin to imagine.

A ninety-thousand-fold increase, if applied to his already monstrous "Limitless Body" and his "Pure Black" quality soul, would be an ultimate, indescribable power—a force capable of shattering all laws with a single blow, treating the laws of the universe as nothingness!

Yet, such a terrifying elevation comes with a difficulty and a price so great it borders on despair.

Firstly, this secret art requires one to reach the Marquis realm before cultivation can even begin.

Secondly, the sheer volume of information within this War Canon is unimaginably vast.

Qin Feng merely cast a cursory glance at the opening methodology of the First Tribulation with his will, and he felt as if his soul were about to be burst asunder by the endless, infinitely complex arcane runes and profound truths of the Great Dao!

It was akin to forcing a mortal to memorize the entire contents of a universal library.

Just one look, and his head felt as though it were splitting, a pain so sharp it threatened to tear him apart.

"Is this... a gift from the gods? Or is it a deeper, more insidious lure left behind by the Blood God?"

Qin Feng stood in place, enduring the stinging agony of his soul, murmuring to himself.

He could clearly sense that this "Nine Tribulations War Canon" contained the purest pursuit of "power," which subtly aligned with the core philosophy of the "Path of Limits" he had pioneered himself.

But it was precisely for this reason that he remained vigilant.

For deep within every rune and every incantation of this secret art lurked a chaotic, frenzied, and tyrannical aura.

He had no doubt that if the practitioner’s will wavered even slightly, they would be instantly assimilated by the madness within, reduced to a war beast that knew only slaughter.

This was a gift from an evil god, a temptation coated in lethal poison!

Qin Feng fell silent.

He stood where he was, lost in thought for the duration of a stick of incense.

In his eyes, countless thoughts flickered and collided, performing billions of simulations.

Finally, the corners of his taut mouth curled upward, revealing a smile filled with boundless confidence and arrogance.

"Heh... hehehehe..."

He laughed freely, the sound echoing across the empty, deathly silent blood-colored continent.

"Whatever this may be, whether a gift or a trap... when a benefit is delivered into the hands of Qin Feng, how could I possibly refuse?"

"My path is the Path of Limits! My will is sufficient to master any power! Does mere chaos think it can shake my core?"

"Khorne, I accept this secret art of yours!"

He firmly believed that his will, tempered by over a hundred thousand years of direct confrontation with the will of gods, had been forged into a realm unprecedented.

He possessed absolute confidence that he could suppress the madness within the technique, turning it into fuel for his journey toward the "Limit."

The moment his words faded, Qin Feng clearly felt the blood-red barrier that had isolated this continent, severing it from all else, beginning to dissipate like snow under a scorching sun.

The time to leave had arrived.

The wounds on his body had long since healed in the final stages of the ten-thousand-year blood war, thanks to the terrifying regenerative power of his "Limitless Body."

With a thought, a brand-new black martial arts robe appeared upon him.

He smoothed his garments, drawing all his aura deep within his body until he appeared as nothing more than an unremarkable traveler.

Then, he took a step, walking unhurriedly toward the space beyond the fading barrier.

...

Outside the "Blood-Colored Arena."

In the cold, silent, and dark void of the universe, the concepts of time and space seemed to have frozen.

Several towering figures, like ancient statues existing since the dawn of time, stood silently, motionless.

Their auras were so vast and majestic that the surrounding light was warped by their presence; vast star systems appeared as insignificant as a sandbox in their palms.

The leader, a man of imposing stature with hair standing on end, possessed eyes that seemed to cycle through the birth and death of universes.

It was Qin Feng’s master, a pinnacle existence among the Human Kings—the Swallowing King!

Around him, the sharp, world-tearing aura of the Heaven-Splitting Emperor, the steady, earth-like presence of another Human Emperor, and the avatars of several other human titans waited in stillness.

They had waited here for too long, far too long.

For beings standing at the pinnacle of the universe, ten thousand years were but a fleeting moment.

A single meditation could span millions of years.

Yet, every minute and every second spent waiting here felt agonizingly long.

They were awaiting a result.

Just then, a sudden change occurred!

Every powerhouse present, whether King or Emperor, felt a tremor in their hearts at the same moment.

They turned their gazes in unison toward the area shrouded by the blood-red light curtain.

They could clearly feel that the chaotic will—filled with slaughter, madness, tyranny, and glory—that had occupied this space, the will belonging to the evil god Khorne, was rapidly dissipating and receding like a retreating tide!

"It is over!"

The voice of the Heaven-Splitting Emperor was low and hoarse, breaking the long silence.

His tone was filled with an irrepressible tension.

Every eye, sharp as the finest divine weapon, remained locked upon the blood-red continent as it shifted from solid to ethereal, its color rapidly fading.

The retreat of Khorne’s will could only mean one thing.

The life-or-death struggle within the arena had reached its final conclusion.

The sole survivor was about to emerge!

The Swallowing King’s mountain-like hand clenched into a fist, unnoticed by any.

His knuckles creaked with a jarring, teeth-grinding sound from the excessive force.

In his heart, he had already prepared for the worst and most cruel outcome.

If...

If the one stepping out from that dissipating blood-red curtain was the Blood-Slaughter Marquis.

Then, they would immediately, at any cost, strike with the force of a thunderbolt to ruthlessly annihilate him on the spot! But if... it was Qin Feng who emerged...

Contemplating this possibility, even the Heaven-Swallowing King, whose resolve had long been forged into iron, felt his heart contract violently, a nameless agony spreading from the deepest recesses of his soul.

If it were Qin Feng who emerged...

Then the first thing they must do was to judge his state.

To determine if he had been seduced by that evil god!

If, in Qin Feng’s eyes, there flickered even a hint of chaotic madness;

If, upon his body, there lingered the bloody stench of a devotee of Khorne;

If his soul had already been corrupted by the will of the dark deity...

Then...

They would have no choice but to kill him!

This thought, like the sharpest of blades, pierced deep into the Heaven-Swallowing King’s heart.

Qin Feng was his most prized disciple, a peerless prodigy he had watched grow from a tender genius into the monstrous force that now shook the foundations of the universe.

He regarded Qin Feng as his own kin, pinning a portion of humanity’s future hopes upon his shoulders.

Yet, it was precisely for this reason that he understood: once a heaven-defying prodigy who had stepped onto the "Path of God" fell, once corrupted by the Chaos God, it would spell a catastrophic, ruinous disaster for humanity and the entire order of the universe!

The danger he posed would be far greater than a hundred, a thousand Blood-Butcher Marquises combined!

They could never allow a madman blessed by Khorne, possessing such infinite potential, to plague the cosmos.

This was the bottom line, the iron law, the consensus of all orderly races!

"Sigh..."

A human Emperor, well-versed in ancient secrets, let out a long, weary sigh that shattered the heavy silence.

His voice was laden with boundless sorrow and helplessness.

"Since ancient times, the 'Bloody Arena' has manifested over thirteen hundred times in recorded history.

Regardless of the race or temperament of those who entered, the result has always been the same..."

He paused, each word weighing like lead: "They are thoroughly demonized, becoming the most loyal and fanatical champions of the Blood God."

"Without exception."

These words caused the hearts of every titan present to sink into the abyss.

Another King took up the thread, his tone growing even more mournful: "I recall that thirty-seven epochs ago, our race possessed a brilliant ancestor, a supreme prodigy who bore the 'Emperor’s Selection,' who also unfortunately stumbled into the 'Bloody Arena' during an expedition..."

"In that battle, he won. He slew an alien Emperor who had entered with him and walked out alive."

"However..."

Everyone present knew what followed that "however."

That human ancestor, once hailed as the "greatest beneath the Sages," emerged in the form of a terrifying half-man, half-demon.

His eyes burned with an eternal flame of slaughter, his mouth roaring praises to the Blood God.

In the end, humanity paid a bitter price—three Emperors fallen, seven severely wounded—to bury that fallen hero at the edge of the universe.

That history remained a bloody, festering scar in the Human Academy, one that none dared to mention.

If even a "God-Chosen" bearing the Emperor’s fortune could not resist the direct seduction of a god,

Could Qin Feng... create a miracle unseen through the ages?

No one held any hope.

Reason told them that Qin Feng’s victory over the Blood-Butcher Marquis was already a stroke of immense fortune, a glorious feat worthy of the annals of history.

But the final trial was never about defeating an opponent; it was about defeating the evil god seated upon the Throne of Skulls.

That was no battle; it was the corruption and assimilation of the soul’s essence from a higher dimension of existence.

It was not a confrontation on the same level at all.

"Prepare to act."

The Void-Splitting Emperor’s voice was cold, devoid of emotion, yet his slightly trembling fingertips betrayed the turmoil within. "Whoever walks out, immediately... examine, then purify!"

He spoke the word "purify" with iron-clad finality.

But even Emperors were human!

And human hearts were made of flesh and blood!

"Heaven-Swallowing... you should leave; this is too cruel for you."

The Void-Splitting Emperor said.

"I... I will wait for the result."

The Heaven-Swallowing King closed his eyes, falling silent.

But the increasingly violent aura radiating from him, threatening to devour the very void, revealed that his inner struggle and agony had reached their zenith.

He was a King of humanity, responsible for its future.

But he was also Qin Feng’s master.

The Heaven-Swallowing King wanted to leave, yet he could not bear to go.

If he were to watch the Emperors "purify" the disciple in whom he had placed his greatest hopes—or worse, if he had to strike the blow himself—it would leave an indelible wound upon his long life.

The powerful figures present fell silent.

The atmosphere was stifling to the point of suffocation.

They hoped more than anyone that Qin Feng would survive.

They hoped more than anyone that Qin Feng would not become the Khornate demon that would force them to swing their blades.

Every gaze was locked firmly ahead.

The bloody curtain of light had faded to the extreme, like morning mist, ready to dissipate at any moment.

A blurred, solitary figure slowly emerged from the boundary between the world of blood and the reality of the universe, stepping out, step by step.

Time, in this moment, seemed to slow infinitely.

The entire universe seemed to hold its breath.

...

It is here!

The hearts of all the powerful ones rose to their throats in an instant.

The Heaven-Swallowing King snapped his eyes open, two beams of light capable of piercing galaxies erupting from them, staring fixedly at the gate of light.

The solitary figure finally broke free from the shackles of the curtain, stepping into the void of the real universe.

He remained in his familiar black robes, appearing somewhat thin against the backdrop of endless darkness. His face remained resolute, showing no trace of the erosion of time.

However, his eyes had undergone a world-shaking transformation.

What kind of eyes were those!

His pupils were pitch black, so profound they seemed to swallow all light in existence, devoid of the slightest emotional ripple, still as an ancient well, like twin abysses silent for eons.

Yet at the very bottom of those depths, it was as if countless stars were being born and dying, civilizations rising and falling, and the blood and fire of a hundred thousand years were burning and settling!

It was the weathered, unyielding strength of a titan.

A single glance was enough to shatter the dao heart and drown the soul of any creature below the black hole level.

"Qin Feng..."

The Heaven-Swallowing King squeezed these words through his teeth, his voice so raspy it sounded alien even to himself.

It was him!

The one who stepped out was Qin Feng!

Yet, in this moment, there was no wild joy, no celebration.

On the contrary, a terrifying will, cold enough to freeze the soul, descended in an instant like a bursting cosmic torrent—from all directions, from past and future, from every dimension—completely shrouding Qin Feng as he emerged from the gate of light.

Hum—!

Qin Feng felt his consciousness freeze entirely.

The universe before him vanished; the concepts of time and space were stripped away. He felt as if he had been cast into amber, sealed within an absolute void, unable to move, unable to summon even a single thought.

What terrifying pressure!

This was the most thorough, most rigorous judgment and screening, devoid of all emotion, from the highest decision-makers of the human race!

Qin Feng’s body, from his outermost skin to his deepest marrow;

His soul, from the surface of his sea of consciousness to the core of his true self;

His dao, every rune and node of the "Path of Extremity" he had pioneered...

Everything he was, under this torrent of terrifying will, was laid bare, analyzed layer by layer, and seen through to the very bottom!

An ancient emperor with white hair and eyes swirling with galaxies of wisdom possessed the most vast and boundless spiritual will, like a giant net covering the entire universe, the first to probe into Qin Feng’s body.

His will saw it!

He saw the trillions of micro-arrays, like stars, scattered within every cell and particle of Qin Feng!

These arrays were so precise, so profound, interconnected to form ever-larger clusters, ultimately coalescing into an indestructible, eternally operating supreme divine treasury known as the [Limitless Grand Array]!

"Hiss..."

Even with the ancient emperor’s long-unruffled state of mind, he could not help but gasp upon "seeing" this sight. What a mad and genius conception this was!

To transform oneself into a mobile, infinitely evolving cosmic array!

Trillions of micro-arrays—what a terrifying scale of computation and control!

For an ordinary peak black hole powerhouse, even a billion years might not suffice to complete the first draft of such a vast project.

Yet this child had constructed it in a mere few thousand years!

"Genius" was no longer a sufficient word to describe him!

Immediately after, the domineering and peerlessly sharp will of the Void-Splitting Emperor descended.

His will, like blades of space, cut directly into Qin Feng’s spiritual energy core.

He saw the [Primal Furnace] suspended at the center of Qin Feng’s dantian universe!

What a furnace it was!

It seemed like the singularity of the universe, the end of all things, radiating a terrifying aura that devoured everything, refined everything, and returned all things to the "Primal."

Countless profound dao patterns flowed upon the furnace, as if expounding the most fundamental truths of life and death in the universe.

The Void-Splitting Emperor could even feel his own will tremble, as if it might be swallowed and refined upon approaching that furnace!

"What a domineering furnace! What a path of devouring the heavens and the earth!"

The Void-Splitting Emperor was shaken beyond measure.

As for the Heaven-Swallowing King, his will was the most complex.

It contained worry, anticipation, pain, and a trace of deeply buried killing intent—one he himself was unwilling to admit!

His will, like a gentle yet firm barrier, carefully wrapped around Qin Feng’s soul essence, probing the most critical place—to see if it was tainted by even a shred of the madness and filth belonging to the Chaos Evil God!

He saw it.

He saw that pitch-black ocean of the soul, like an absolute void.

That ocean was so pure, so silent, without a single impurity.

It was like the "Nothingness" before the birth of the universe, capable of containing all things and erasing all things.

Any external will, once fallen into this ocean, would only be assimilated and swallowed, unable to stir even a ripple.

No madness.

No bloodlust.

No traces of being bewitched.

Not even a lingering remnant of Khorne’s chaotic aura!

There was only the true self of Qin Feng, tempered by a hundred thousand years of spiritual warfare, now indestructible and flawless!

In this moment, the heart of the Heaven-Swallowing King, suspended for ten thousand years, finally... settled.

Almost simultaneously, all the Emperor-level powerhouses probing Qin Feng completed their screening.

They looked at one another, and in the depths of each other’s eyes, they saw a flash of unbelievable, post-catastrophe ecstasy!

The terrifying will that had shrouded Qin Feng, enough to freeze the universe, receded quietly like a tide.

Qin Feng blinked in a daze, his thoughts beginning to churn again, his body regaining control.

Before he could even process what had just happened, he was utterly stunned by the scene before him.

The human titans, who usually kept their emotions hidden and whose every word could shift the cosmic landscape, were now all radiating an incredibly brilliant light!

In their eyes, there was shock, admiration, and relief, but more than that, a joy born from the depths of their souls—the joy of a heavy burden finally lifted!

"Truly the greatest prodigy born to our human race in all eternity!"

The white-haired old emperor clapped in praise, his voice filled with awe, "Such a foundation, such a conception—I have never heard of it!"

"A prodigy of the Divine Path! Truly terrifying!"

Another Emperor-level powerhouse, as dazzling as the scorching sun, spoke with a voice like a booming bell that made the surrounding void hum, "To slay a mid-level Marquis who has been famous for tens of millions of years while still a Domain Lord—this feat is enough to be recorded in our human history for ten thousand generations!"

"The most terrifying thing is his dao heart!"

The Void-Splitting Emperor’s voice carried a hint of admiration he hadn't even realized, "That was the personal bewitchment of the Blood God Khorne! The corruption of the Chaos Evil God’s origin! Since ancient times, no creature has ever been able to resist it! He... he actually held onto his true heart!"

"It is the original Qin Feng! He has not been corrupted!"

"Wonderful! Heaven bless our human race!"

Sincere exclamations and cheers rang out in the silent universe.

These powerhouses, who stood at the pinnacle of the universe, could no longer maintain their usual dignity and composure; they were like travelers who had seen the dawn of hope, releasing their truest emotions without reservation.

The heavy boulder that had pressed upon their hearts for ten thousand years was, at this very moment, finally cast aside, crashing to the ground with a thunderous roar!

A rare, heartfelt, and radiant smile of relief blossomed upon the face of the Heaven-Swallowing King.

He gazed at the disciple before him—whose aura was countless times more formidable than it had been ten millennia ago, yet whose essence remained fundamentally unchanged—and felt a tempest of emotions surging within.

He could clearly perceive that Qin Feng’s very nature had undergone a staggering metamorphosis through this ten-thousand-year blood feud and the hundred-thousand-year tempering of his soul.

It was a strength that had become more rounded, more restrained, and infinitely more unfathomable.

Yet, none of that was the most important thing.

The most important thing was...

He was still himself!

The most important thing was... he would not have to personally strike down the disciple he was most proud of, the one in whom he had placed his greatest hopes!

At this thought, even the indomitable spirit of the Heaven-Swallowing King felt his eyes grow slightly moist.

Amidst this atmosphere of jubilation and joy, Qin Feng finally understood everything.

He looked at the human elders who had spent ten thousand years worrying for his sake, and at the genuine, heartfelt smile of his master; an indescribable warmth instantly flooded his limbs and bones, thawing the heart that had grown cold and hardened in endless slaughter and solitude.

He stepped forward, bowing deeply and solemnly to them all.

Without a word more, he raised his head, looked toward the Heaven-Swallowing King, and spoke in a voice that was profoundly calm yet carried infinite weight:

"Master, your disciple has returned."

A single sentence, worth more than a thousand words.

"Hahaha..."

The Heaven-Swallowing King could no longer suppress the agitation in his heart. He took a single step, appearing instantly before Qin Feng, and brought his massive hand—capable of crushing stars—down heavily and firmly upon Qin Feng’s shoulder.

"It is good that you have returned! It is so good that you have returned!"

His laughter was hearty and uninhibited, brimming with boundless relief and pride, as if he were venting all the anxiety and repression of the past ten thousand years in one go.

The Heaven-Rending Emperor and the others gathered around as well, observing Qin Feng as if admiring the most perfect artifact in the universe, clicking their tongues in wonder.

"Good lad! Truly a good lad!"

The Heaven-Rending Emperor’s giant palm patted Qin Feng’s other shoulder, exclaiming, "To think you, a mere Domain Master, actually managed to slay a mid-level Marquis who had steeped himself in the Nine Killings Sutra for tens of millions of years! It is simply inconceivable!"

"And that is not all!"

The white-haired old Emperor stroked his beard, his eyes filled with admiration. "Your Dao heart is truly rare in all of eternity! To face the Blood God’s temptations and remain unshaken!

You must know, in the last epoch, the brilliant 'Emperor’s Chosen' fell exactly in the Bloody Arena, becoming a champion of Khorne and bringing catastrophic disaster upon our race!"

"And the architecture within your body is truly breathtaking."

Another Emperor sighed with emotion. "Billions of trillions of micro-arrays, interconnected and self-sustaining, turning the flesh into a vessel for the Great Dao.

If this path can be pushed to its ultimate limit, it might truly be possible to break all laws with a single force and achieve supreme greatness.

Seeing your logic just now, we old fellows have all gained immensely."

"Indeed, such a vast engineering project—if left to an ordinary limit-level Black Hole, even given an entire epoch, they might not be able to deduce or construct it. Yet you achieved it in mere thousands of years, amidst life-and-death struggles. This level of comprehension defies all conventional logic."

Facing the unreserved praise of his elders, Qin Feng showed not a hint of arrogance. He remained calm, bowing to each of them in turn, keeping their kindness and recognition deeply etched in his heart.

"You are too kind, seniors. I was merely fortunate."

"Hahaha, this humility of yours is the complete opposite of your master, Heaven-Swallowing!"

"How is it the opposite! This lad’s internal furnace is even more arrogant than Heaven-Swallowing’s!"

"Haha—my disciple, even if I didn't teach him, would still conceive of swallowing the heavens and the earth!"

...

"Enough, enough. There will be plenty of time to talk when we return."

The Heaven-Swallowing King scanned the void, which still held traces of blood and chaos, his expression turning serious again as he said in a low voice, "This is no place to linger. Though Khorne has retreated, no one can guarantee that the Alliance of Ten Thousand Races hasn't left behind some contingency. We must return to the Sanctuary headquarters immediately."

The Heaven-Rending Emperor and the other powerhouses grew solemn at these words and nodded.

They all understood that the value of Qin Feng to the human race now surpassed everything else.

He was the hope of the human future; he could not be lost.

"Go!"

The Heaven-Swallowing King and the Heaven-Rending Emperor exchanged a glance, and the two giants standing at the pinnacle of the universe struck out simultaneously.

"Boom!"

The Heaven-Swallowing King threw a punch, and the infinite laws transformed into a visible, pitch-black singularity, frantically devouring the surrounding space.

The Heaven-Rending Emperor held his fingers like a blade and made a light slash against the space that had been twisted to the limit by the devouring laws!

"Sshhh—!"

A massive, stable spatial rift, like a wound torn open by an invisible beast, suddenly appeared before them.

On the other side of the rift was no longer the cold, dead, dark universe, but the magnificent sight of the Human Sanctuary headquarters, radiating infinite light and a sacred aura.

That familiar, peaceful atmosphere allowed every warrior on the front lines to feel a sense of tranquility from the depths of their souls.

"Let us go, child!"

The Heaven-Swallowing King grabbed Qin Feng’s arm and was the first to step into the spatial rift.

His voice was resonant and powerful, filled with boundless passion and joy.

"The Sanctuary has already prepared the highest-grade victory banquet for you!

You have performed an immortal service for our race and, with supreme will, broken through this eternal death trap; you deserve the highest honor of our people!"

Qin Feng followed behind his master, walking amidst the giants of the human race.

He looked at the faces of the elders around him, filled with relief, admiration, and expectation, and felt the firm, warm strength emanating from his master’s grip; an unprecedented warmth surged in his heart.

No matter how treacherous the path ahead, no matter how powerful the enemies of the future, standing behind him forever was his own race.

At this moment, he understood more profoundly why he had been able to cling to the words "I am Qin Feng, the pride of the human race" during that hundred-thousand-year war of the soul.

Because this was not just an identity; it was a responsibility, an honor, and a sense of belonging.

Passing through the shifting lights of the spatial rift, infinite brightness rushed to meet him.

The magnificent, sacred, and grand sight of the Human Sanctuary headquarters once again appeared clearly before his eyes.

Qin Feng had returned.

...

Rumble!

Just as Qin Feng and the others were about to step into the spatial rift to return to the Sanctuary headquarters.

The entire vast, boundless universe, from life-bearing planets to forbidden wastelands, felt a grand tremor—inexpressible in words—originating from the core of the universe’s origin!

This was the supreme will inscribed in the deepest depths of the universal laws, proclaiming to the trillions upon trillions of living beings an event capable of changing the pattern of the era!

Whether it was an old antique in deep seclusion striving for a higher realm, or a young warrior just starting out, filled with fantasies about the starry sky;

Whether within the borders of the human race, the heartlands of the myriad alliances, or the chaotic star sectors drifting beyond the reach of both camps, all living souls paused in this moment, looking up in shock at the seemingly empty void.

There, in the perception of every creature, golden divine scrolls of ultimate brilliance began to emerge slowly from the nothingness.

They seemed forged from the purest laws of the cosmos; every character held supreme resonance, and with every unfurling, the stars of the firmament swayed in response.

"It is the will of the universe. With such a stir, what kind of titan has emerged?"

Old monsters who had lived for endless eons gasped in disbelief.

The Cosmic Divine Scrolls are not physical entities, but manifestations of the universe's own will.

They rarely appear, but each emergence signifies that a prodigy of such breathtaking talent—one destined to leave a profound mark on the river of time—has performed a feat that shakes the foundations of history.

The scrolls are numerous, their hierarchy rigid and absolute.

Most striking of all are the legendary three primary scrolls.

First is the [Marquis Scroll], listing one thousand names; those who ascend it are the elite among the Marquis-realm, the pillars of the cosmic battlefield, capable of extinguishing star systems with a single thought.

Second is the [King Scroll], holding only one hundred seats; each name represents a powerhouse who traverses the cosmos, the anchors of their respective races and architects of stellar laws, whose mere footsteps cause entire cosmic nations to tremble.

Third is the [Emperor Scroll], the shortest of all, containing only ten names!

These ten names are the ten supreme beings standing at the very pinnacle of the cosmic pyramid!

They are myths walking the earth, living legends, and the very reason the two cosmic camps have remained in stalemate.

The legend of "a thousand Marquises, a hundred Kings, and ten Emperors" stems from this.

Yet, beneath the three primary scrolls lie two special lists, which do not judge by cultivation realm, but by "potential" and "talent" as the sole metrics.

One is the [Hidden Dragon Scroll], recording all beings at the black hole level and below; the universe’s will personally extrapolates their past combat records to judge their future potential and rank them.

It can be said that every name on the Hidden Dragon Scroll heralds a future Marquis or even a King!

It is the ultimate reference for all races to discover future pillars, and a hall of glory that countless geniuses strive to enter.

The other is the even more unique [Prodigy Scroll].

The criteria for this list are extremely harsh: it only tracks beings under one million years of age!

It also ranks based on talent extrapolated from combat records, but there is an iron rule: the Hidden Dragon Scroll takes precedence over the Prodigy Scroll.

Once a being ascends the [Hidden Dragon Scroll], their name is removed from the [Prodigy Scroll].

Consequently, the [Prodigy Scroll] is populated mostly by the younger generation who have already advanced to Domain Lords, exceeding the scope of the Hidden Dragon Scroll.

Of course, there are those rare, brilliant souls who break through to the Marquis or even King realm before reaching a million years of age!

Historically, there have even been Emperors, though none have appeared in the last tens of millions of years.

At this moment, under the gaze of all sentient life, the name at the top of the [Prodigy Scroll]—which had remained stable for thirty thousand years, belonging to a peerless genius of the Holy Fire race—suddenly began to dim, then dissipated like dust!

"Heavens! The top of the Prodigy Scroll has changed!"

"Who is it? Who has such terrifying potential to displace Yan?"

"Yan was known as the monster destined to become a King within a million years!"

Cries of astonishment erupted across the cosmos.

Yet, this was only the beginning.

Under the gaze of all, the vacated top spot did not immediately fill with a new name; instead, it erupted with an unprecedented, primordial golden light of chaos!

Within the radiance, two ancient divine characters, heavy with the aura of endless slaughter and dominance, slowly took form.

[Ferocious God]!

These two words alone made all living souls feel as if they were witnessing a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, a supreme god of slaughter stepping out from the depths of hell over a billion skeletons!

A bone-chilling cold spread through the souls of all who watched.

"Ferocious God? Whose title is this? I have never heard of it!"

"Such terrifying killing intent! Just looking at these words, my Dao heart nearly shattered!"

"Could it be Qin Feng, the former top of the Hidden Dragon Scroll? You are only twenty thousand years old, so it is normal not to know."

"Ah, a titan of the previous generation, truly terrifying."

Just as the crowd was in doubt, following the blood-red characters, two smaller, yet equally sharp and piercing words appeared.

[Qin Feng]!

Boom!

The moment this name was branded at the summit of the [Prodigy Scroll], the entire list roared, golden light flooding the universe!

It was as if the scroll itself felt supreme glory for bearing this name!

In the eyes of trillions of souls witnessing a miracle, the four characters "Ferocious God Qin Feng" shimmered for an instant on the [Prodigy Scroll], then solidified and branded themselves with the posture of a world-conquering sovereign!

A leap to the heavens!

Unheard of in all of history!

[Prodigy Scroll]

[First Place: Ferocious God Qin Feng]

When the ranking finally stabilized, everyone went mad.

Countless younger beings eagerly extended their consciousness, desperate to see who this "Qin Feng" was, and what heaven-defying deeds he had committed to earn such a high evaluation from the will of the universe!

And when they saw the combat records and evaluations listed on the scroll, the entire universe fell into a deathly silence.