Chapter 320: Airborne to Number One on the Genius List! Fierce God Qin Feng! Commissioning Ceremony

Chapter 320: A Parachuting First Place on the Heaven’s Pride Ranking! The Fierce God Qin Feng! The Investiture Ceremony, the Empire Trembles!

[Battle Record:]

[I: Completed the Path of God in three thousand years, an unprecedented feat in history.]

[II: Upon entering the Domain Lord realm, at the Island of Dead Meteors, slew six peak God-Forbidden Domain Lords and slaughtered an army of four hundred thousand peers.]

[III: Upon entering the Domain Lord realm, at the Bloody Arena, reversed the order to slay the intermediate Marquis-level 'Blood Slaughter Marquis'.]

[IV: Within an illusion personally cast by the Blood God Khorne, held firm to his Dao heart for one hundred and fifty thousand years, never falling, never worshipping the Blood God.]

These four brief records, each like a divine hammer imbued with supreme power, struck the hearts of all who beheld them, leaving them dizzy and their souls reeling!

Three thousand years to complete the Path of God?

What kind of concept is this?

To the vast majority of living beings, the "Path of God" exists only in the oldest legends; it is a path to the ultimate that exists only in theory!

Countless eras have seen countless brilliant talents attempt it, yet without exception, they all failed.

And this Qin Feng, not only walked it, but did so in a mere three thousand years?

Is this some kind of joke?

Just entered the Domain Lord realm, killed six God-Forbidden masters, and slaughtered an army of four hundred thousand Domain Lords?

This is nothing short of a fantasy!

God-Forbidden geniuses are synonymous with invincibility among their peers; each one is the darling of an era.

Six God-Forbidden masters joining forces could sweep any battlefield of the Domain Lord level.

Yet they were killed by someone who had just ascended to the same rank?

And that army of four hundred thousand—those were not four hundred thousand pigs, but four hundred thousand Domain Lord-level powerhouses capable of traversing the star seas!

Reversed the order to slay an intermediate Marquis?!

If the first two records challenged the common understanding, this one completely shattered every conventional wisdom they held regarding martial realms!

Between a Domain Lord and a Marquis lies a chasm known as the "Dao Seal," a difference in the essence of life, the distinction between an ant and a dragon.

Throughout history, it is not that no God-Forbidden genius could battle an entry-level Marquis, but that was merely "exchanging blows."

But to "reverse-slay," and to kill a long-renowned intermediate Marquis, this... this defies all reason!

As for the fourth point...

When reading the words "Blood God Khorne" and "held firm to his Dao heart for one hundred and fifty thousand years," even the high-ranking Kings and Emperors gasped, a chill rising from their heels to their crowns!

Compared to the shocking feats before it, this final one was what truly filled them with dread!

Who is Khorne?

He is a Chaos Evil God, the progenitor of manipulating souls and will, a terrifying existence that even Emperors are loath to provoke!

His personal seduction is a whisper from a god, a temptation aimed directly at the origin of the soul.

Let alone Emperors, even Lords of the Universe would be seduced if they were not careful.

Yet this Qin Feng not only refused, but resisted within an illusion for a full one hundred and fifty thousand years!

What kind of indestructible will is this?

What kind of terrifying, peerless Dao heart is this?!

Finally, the ultimate evaluation given by the Will of the Universe.

[Evaluation: Path of God completed, invincible across the universe.]

A simple eight-character phrase, yet it felt like a final verdict from destiny itself!

This is not the speculation of some powerhouse, nor the expectation of some faction, but the supreme will of this universe, personally stamping the seal of "invincible" upon Qin Feng's future!

After the silence, a silence like death, the entire universe erupted into a frenzy!

...

Alliance of Ten Thousand Races, Void Temple.

This temple, condensed from the wreckage of countless shattered universes, hung in the endless darkness, exuding a heart-palpitating aura of decay and ill omen.

At this moment, in the deepest part of the temple, a majestic figure shrouded in prismatic light, whose face could not be discerned, slammed a hand onto the throne beneath him!

"Bang!"

With a thunderous roar, the entire temple trembled violently, countless profound chains of law flickering wildly on the walls, nearly collapsing on the spot.

"Qin! Feng!"

The roar of the Prismatic Emperor sounded like billions of thunderclaps exploding within the temple, the rage and killing intent contained within enough to ignite this space-time entirely.

He stared fixedly at the golden list in the void, especially those eight characters—"Path of God completed, invincible across the universe"—which stung his eyes.

"The Path of God... it is the Path of God again!"

The Prismatic Emperor's voice was filled with unwillingness.

He remembered the imperial battle outside the Island of Dead Meteors not long ago, remembered the young man who, under his very nose, was protected by the Limit Lord and the Heaven-Swallowing King at the cost of their lives.

At the time, although he was shocked that the other had walked the "Path of God," deep down, he did not truly view him as a threat of the same level.

After all, the Blood Slaughter Marquis had pursued him, and a genius who dies young is nothing.

But now, this list from the Will of the Universe was like a resounding slap across his face!

Reversed-slaying a Marquis!

Resisting the seduction of Khorne!

This is no longer a sprout needing to grow; this is a prehistoric beast that has already bared its fangs and is growing at an incredible, frantic speed!

"If this child is not removed, he will become a great disaster!"

The Prismatic Emperor's roar echoed through the temple, his cold will instantly spreading across the entire high-level network of the Alliance of Ten Thousand Races.

"Pass on my order! Issue the highest-level alliance bounty for the human 'Qin Feng'! Dead or alive, whoever brings back his corpse or soul shall be rewarded with an Emperor-level treasure!"

Upon this decree, countless powerhouses of the ten thousand races watching the event were struck with horror.

An Emperor-level treasure!

Those are supreme artifacts that only imperial-level existences can forge and use, each possessing world-destroying power, a strategic resource capable of driving even a powerful race to madness.

To offer such a sky-high price for a young man who has not yet become a Marquis?

But everyone understood that the Prismatic Emperor had not gone mad.

Though an Emperor-level treasure is precious, what is it compared to a mortal enemy destined to be "invincible across the universe"?

They must spare no cost to strangle this threat in its cradle!

...

In another desolate star field of the universe, within the core of a star about to extinguish.

A terrifying beast, covered in golden armor and so massive that it could use planets as marbles, slowly opened eyes that shone brighter than the stars.

The Sovereign of the Golden Armored Behemoths—the Golden Emperor!

His gaze likewise fell upon that very [Roll of Heavenly Geniuses].

The moment his eyes caught the two characters of "Qin Feng," a tyrannical and murderous intent surged uncontrollably from within him, coating the surrounding stellar cores in a layer of golden frost.

And as his gaze swept across Qin Feng's historical record, catching the faint, obscure mention of a karmic thread tied to the "Guro King’s Ruins," that murderous intent instantly reached its absolute zenith!

"The Guro King..."

The Golden Emperor’s low growl vibrated so deeply that the entire star began to wail. "This Sovereign wondered why that old bastard's remnant soul clung so desperately to life in those ruins for so long. It turns out he was waiting for such a successor!"

He had no need to ask, no need to guess.

With his understanding of the Guro King, the old man would have undoubtedly bound a covenant before vanishing, and the terms of that covenant could only be two things—

First, vengeance!

To slay him, the Golden Emperor!

Second, inheritance! For the sake of his sickening Winged Race!

Had it been any ordinary cultivator, even an Emperor’s Chosen, the Golden Emperor would not have spared them a thought.

What difference was there between the vow of an ant and dust in the wind?

But now, the one who had accepted this covenant was a

"I wonder, this path of limits I could not traverse—you, young man, will you truly be able to walk it to the end..."

A long, lingering sigh echoed through the Eternal Pure Land.

A moment later, the Lord of Limits withdrew his thoughts, and that faint smile returned to his face.

His grand and majestic voice rang out slowly, spreading across the entire headquarters of the Holy Academy.

"Come here."

"Prepare the investiture ceremony; let us celebrate the achievements of our human prodigy, Qin Feng!"

...

The Holy Academy, a supreme palace suspended at the heart of human territory, possessed a vastness and grandeur that transcended the common understanding of the word "academy."

It was, in itself, a condensed universe, carved out by supreme, god-like power.

Ancient stars had been refined into streetlights, hanging along both sides of a divine path paved with white jade that stretched longer than a galaxy; brilliant rivers of stars had been captured and transformed into endless waterfalls in the courtyards, washing over stones of eternal, indestructible Dao.

Here, the concept of space was blurred, and the flow of time could be artificially manipulated. The cosmic primordial energy, so dense it could not be dissolved, permeated the air like oxygen, nourishing every blade of grass, every tree, every grain of sand and stone.

At this moment, the Holy Academy was operating as it always did.

Countless human prodigies, warriors, and cultivators moved like schools of fish between the various suspended divine islands, each serving its own unique function.

Some debated philosophy in the Hall of Dao, sparks of wisdom flying from their discourse;

Others sparred with data phantoms in the Trial Towers, honing their martial techniques;

Still others sat cross-legged beneath the starlit waterfalls, meditating on the grandeur and magnificence of the universe at its inception.

The update to the Prodigy Ranking by the Will of the Universe was like a massive boulder cast into a calm lake, stirring up monstrous waves within the vast academy.

"Have you seen it? The Prodigy Ranking! The top spot has changed hands!"

"...How overbearing! To think the Will of the Universe would bestow such an evaluation!"

"Look at the battle record! My God! Traversing the Divine Path in three thousand years... this... this overturns my entire view of martial arts! It is unheard of in all of history!"

"Freshly entered the Domain Lord realm, yet slaughtered six peak Divine Forbidden experts and four hundred thousand peers... is he even human? He is a primordial beast draped in human skin!"

"The most terrifying part is the last entry! Holding fast to his Dao heart for one hundred and fifty thousand years within the Blood God Illusion! The Blood God! That is the most adept of all Chaos Evil Gods at corruption! One hundred and fifty thousand years... my own Dao heart would likely crumble in less than an hour, leaving me a madman who knows only slaughter!"

"Invincible throughout the universe! Even the Will of the Universe has given such an assessment... what glory, what recognition this is!"

Discussions, gasps of astonishment, and sharp intakes of breath rose and fell in every corner of the Holy Academy.

Almost every student, every visiting warrior, whether in seclusion or training, was shaken by this news.

They repeatedly stared at the brief yet cosmically heavy description of his feats; every word struck their minds like a heavy hammer.

Before today, the name Qin Feng was, to the vast majority of warriors in the Holy Academy, merely a legend—a vague, heroic symbol returned from the battlefield of the Isle of Death.

But from this day forth, the name became a towering, immortal monument, branded deep into the souls of all, a target for countless prodigies to look up to, chase, and perhaps never reach in a lifetime.

Yet, the Holy Academy was far too busy, its population numbering in the trillions.

After the initial shock and frenzy, most returned quickly to their own cultivation.

To them, Qin Feng’s strength was indeed exhilarating, but it was, in the end, someone else’s glory.

Only by turning this shock into the momentum for their own progress could they truly pay tribute to this human hero.

Thus, the overall atmosphere of the Holy Academy, after experiencing an unprecedented storm, gradually returned to its usual order and calm.

However, no one knew that a welcome ceremony of the highest order, prepared for this hero, was about to unfold in the firmament above their heads.

Just then—

Crack!

Crackle... crackle-crack—

As if the spine of the universe had been snapped by force, a crisp, heart-stopping sound of shattering resounded without warning over the central main continent of the Holy Academy.

Immediately following, a pitch-black, bottomless rift was slowly torn open by an invisible hand, under the horrified gaze of countless people!

This was no ordinary spatial rift; the edges of the fissure burned with brilliant, extreme silver flames born from the collapse of spatial laws.

Deep within the rift lay a void purer than the deepest black hole, as if it connected to the other side of the universe. "It is a spatial passage! So stable... a Sovereign-level expert has acted!"

BOOM—!!!

A terrifying, ancient Imperial pressure, indescribable in words, surged from the massive spatial rift like a burst cosmic flood!

The pressure was so immense that it targeted no one; its mere existence caused the main continent of the Holy Academy below to sink violently!

Countless students felt their souls trembling, as if billions of divine mountains were pressing down upon them, their very thoughts nearly frozen.

Some weaker Black Hole-level warriors even turned deathly pale.

"It is the Emperor of our human race!"

"And not just one! Heavens, this aura... it is the Void-Splitting Emperor! The supreme will that commands space and tears all things asunder!"

"And... that overbearing aura that seems capable of devouring the stars of the heavens... it is the Heaven-Swallowing King!"

Among the crowd, students with profound backgrounds recognized the sources of these auras, their voices filled with excitement and awe.

Under the gaze of the masses, several figures that stood between heaven and earth stepped slowly out of the massive spatial rift.

They were like ancient gods stepping out of myth and legend, each radiating a terrifying aura capable of crushing the eternal sky.

The Void-Splitting Emperor was surrounded by spatial laws, and with every step he took, countless small worlds were born and destroyed beneath his feet.

Behind the Heaven-Swallowing King, it seemed as if an infinite black hole universe was connected; any light or divine sense that approached was instantly devoured and returned to eternal silence.

Besides them, several other Sovereign and King-level experts with equally unfathomable auras stood guard at their sides like the most loyal of sentinels.

Such a luxurious lineup, all to welcome a single person!

In the center of those god-like, majestic figures, a slightly slender figure, yet as straight and unyielding as a divine spear, walked out with them.

He wore black, his face was resolute, and his eyes were as deep as the ancient starry sky, containing a weariness and steadfastness that transcended time.

Qin Feng’s aura was not as overbearing and outward as the Emperors around him; it was restrained to the extreme, like a stone weathered by billions of years—calm, tough, and unshakable.

In an instant, the entire main continent of the Holy Academy fell into a deathly silence.

Every eye was focused on that young figure.

The next moment, it was unclear who was the first to scream at the top of their lungs.

"It’s Qin Feng!!"

The name, like an ignited star, instantly set everyone’s emotions ablaze!

"Qin Feng!!"

"It’s Qin Feng! He’s back! He’s still alive!!"

"Our human race’s eternal prodigy!!"

"The hero has returned!!"

Cheers!

Earth-shaking cheers, like a landslide or a tsunami, swept through the entire Holy Academy!

Innumerable warriors, regardless of age, gender, or cultivation level, were flushed with excitement, their faces burning. They raised their arms and cheered, pouring every ounce of their strength into venting the wild joy and fervor surging within their hearts.

They could never forget!

Forty thousand years ago, when reports from the Island of Deadfall arrived like falling snow, the news that the Human Expeditionary Force had been besieged and utterly annihilated nearly broke the spine of the entire race.

That despair and bitter grief remained vivid, as if it were only yesterday.

They could never forget!

Ten thousand years ago, when the human high command suddenly announced that they had seized total control of the Island of Deadfall and captured a massive bounty of cosmic crystals, the sheer contrast—the leap from hell to heaven—moved countless souls to tears of joy!

And the central figure who had wrought this miracle was none other than Qin Feng!

They could never forget!

When Qin Feng’s name plummeted onto the top of the Heaven’s Pride Ranking, the shocking battle record behind it also revealed the cruel truth: he had been hunted by the Blood-Slaughter Marquis, his life and death unknown.

For ten long thousand years, everyone’s heart had hung in the balance, praying for this peerless prodigy of humanity and feeling a profound, gnawing anxiety for his future.

Now, he had returned!

He had not only returned alive, but was escorted by several Emperors and Kings, descending upon the Holy Academy in a posture of supreme, unparalleled glory!

How could they not be stirred? How could they not be driven to madness?!

Within the crowd, several familiar figures gazed up at the figure in the sky who held the world’s attention, their eyes rimmed with red.

"Virtuous, truly virtuous..."

Master Sanruo’s face, usually etched with a hint of lethargy, now wore a smile of heartfelt, gratified relief.

Among the crowd from the East Academy, Di Wen, Qian Yue, and the others stood together.

They watched the companion who had once fought side-by-side with them in the trials of the Holy Academy, now standing at a height they would have to spend their entire lives merely looking up to.

There was no jealousy in their hearts, only a pride and sense of honor that they were part of his story.

"This guy... he always manages to create miracles."

Yun Zhou’s lips curled into a smile of admiration, genuinely happy for him from the bottom of his heart.

Long Zhan, Cang Lang, and the other warriors who had been on the Island of Deadfall were trembling with agitation.

They knew better than anyone what Qin Feng had sacrificed for humanity and what he had endured.

Seeing him return in glory, the excitement and gratitude they felt were beyond the reach of language.

High above, facing the surging ocean of cheers below, a gentle smile touched Qin Feng’s face.

He waved softly at the crowd, a simple gesture that ignited yet another wave of fanatical cheering.

"Qin Feng! Qin Feng! Qin Feng!"

The sound waves soared into the firmament, causing the very stars to hum in resonance.

"Enough."

The resonant voice of the Heaven-Swallowing King rang out. He glanced at the excited students below, a hint of a smile in his eyes, and then said to Qin Feng, "Follow me."

As the words fell, he and the other powerhouses vanished with Qin Feng in a flash, entering the core of the Holy Academy—the Main Academy Sanctuary, a place where ordinary beings could never set foot.

...

The Main Academy Sanctuary was one of the true seats of power for the human race.

Within the hall, laws intertwined and the rhythms of the Dao were innate; every floor tile contained immortal matter, and every pillar was inscribed with ancient legacies.

"Qin Feng, rest here for a while."

The Heaven-Swallowing King gestured toward a secluded, mist-shrouded celestial grotto, his tone filled with concern and gratification.

"The investiture ceremony will begin in three days."

He paused, a mysterious smile playing on his lips. "The rewards from above have already been decided. Don't be too startled when the time comes. Prepare yourself well."

"Understood."

Qin Feng nodded slightly, his expression calm.

Everything he had done was for humanity and for his own martial path, not for the sake of rewards.

But since the human race wished to bestow this honor and compensation upon him, he would not be hypocritical enough to refuse. He accepted it with equanimity, for it was something he had bought with his own life.

Moreover, a flicker of curiosity did indeed stir within him.

Given the magnitude of his contributions, what kind of reward would the human high command bestow upon him?

He walked into the grotto arranged by the Heaven-Swallowing King and sat cross-legged.

For these three days, he did not fully relax, but began to organize his own state.

The ten-thousand-year blood struggle had not only granted him the "Nine Killings Scripture," but had also elevated his understanding of combat and his grasp of the "Limitless Path" to a new level between life and death.

In particular, the confrontation with the will of Khorne—lasting one hundred and fifty thousand years in the illusion—had tempered his Dao heart to be more solid and pure than ever before.

He needed time to let these gains settle, transforming them into the foundation of his true strength.

...

Three days, to the Holy Academy, was but the blink of an eye.

Yet in those three days, the entire academy was busy preparing for the coming grand ceremony.

The Starry Sky Temple, sealed for countless ages and opened only during major historical moments or to celebrate heroes of unparalleled merit, was reactivated.

This temple was so magnificent that it was itself a supreme secret treasure, containing a universe within its walls.

When it opened, the entire main continent of the Holy Academy was bathed in its sacred radiance.

The investiture ceremony officially began.

Though held at the Holy Academy, the ceremony was broadcast live to countless viewing agencies across human territory!

Inside the temple, the crowd was vast, yet the order was absolute; one could hear a pin drop.

At the very base of the temple stood tens of millions of the human race’s most elite Black Hole-level warriors.

Clad in uniform battle armor, they stood in solemn, rigid phalanxes, silent and still.

Each of them was like a black hole on the verge of eruption, their silence concealing a terrifying power capable of tearing the star-sea asunder.

The convergence of these tens of millions of auras formed a suffocating torrent of iron and blood.

Above them were the Domain Lord-level warriors, fewer in number but possessing auras more powerful and harmonious.

They were the backbone of the human race on the cosmic battlefield, each holding sway over their own domain.

Higher still, in the vast void, figures flickered in and out of existence.

These were the Marquis-level powerhouses of humanity, each having condensed their own Dao Seals.

They dotted the void like stars, distinct and clear, each radiating their own unique Dao rhythm.

Higher yet were the King-level powerhouses, fewer still, but with auras of even greater terror.

They were like suns, blazing with immense light; merely sitting there, they caused ripples to spread through the surrounding space.

High above in the furthest reaches of the firmament, figures resembling ancient idols sat in silent stillness upon thrones forged from the very fabric of law.

They were the pillars of the human race, the true titans—the Sovereign Kings!

The Sages and the Lords of the Universe did not appear,

For the human race was engaged in conquests across other hidden realms.

At the end of every gaze, at the highest point, stood a colossal, unadorned dais of white jade.

Upon this dais, the avatar of the Lord of Extremity, a phantom of light coalesced from pure law and will, stood motionless, his presence the very axis of this universe.

Before him stood a single, upright figure,

None other than Qin Feng.

He was clad in custom-made blue-gold power armor,

A suit of heavy, majestic beauty, echoing the style worn by the heroes who followed the Emperor during the dawn of the Empire’s crusade across the stars.

On his pauldrons were etched the sigil of the Human Sanctuary and the totem of the Heaven-Swallowing King.

Upon his chest hung two medals—the Imperial Chief Medal and the Morning Star General Medal.

These two honors marked his glorious past, rising from the Morning Star to emerge triumphant in the genius trials.

Today, however, new and even more dazzling glories would be added.

The Lord of Extremity’s luminous avatar spoke, his grand and majestic voice resounding in every corner of the temple and deep within the soul of every witness.

"Human, under the banner of the Extreme Legion, of the Canaan Galaxy, Morning Star warrior, Qin Feng."

The voice was calm, yet carried an unquestionable authority.

"You have achieved repeated feats of valor.

In the peril of the Dead Meteor Island, you infiltrated alone, and amidst the encirclement of ten thousand races, rescued over nine thousand isolated black-hole-level beings, over one thousand domain-level warriors, and one hundred and twenty marquis-level fighters!"

"Amidst the enemy ranks, you slew six peak-domain-level god-forbidden warriors, slaughtered over a million of the enemy, seized countless resurrection marks, and secured billions of cosmic crystals for our race, sealing our victory!"

"Even when trapped in a desperate situation, hunted by a marquis, and cast into the bloody arena, facing certain death and the seduction of evil gods, Qin Feng, you carved out a path to survival! You defied the odds and slew the Blood-Butcher Marquis!"

Every word from the Lord of Extremity rang like the music of the Great Dao, setting the blood of the countless warriors below to a boil.

"By the unanimous decision of Holy Terra and the Supreme Council of the Human Sanctuary, we bestow upon Qin Feng the 'Desperate Situation Medal,' the 'Martial Might Medal,' and the 'Champion Medal,' to honor his peerless achievements and the glorious martial power he has displayed for our race!"

"The investiture ceremony, begin!"

The voice of the Lord of Extremity was the final command.

As the words fell—

Clatter—!!!

A single movement, a motion so synchronized it seemed as if controlled by a single soul!

Within the temple, those tens of millions of black-hole-level beings and countless domain-level warriors stood tall and rose in unison!

The terrifying aura they exuded, like black holes and stars, surged toward the heavens without reservation!

This torrent of iron and blood, gathered from the will of millions, was so vast and majestic that it moved even the mightiest of souls!

Countless gazes converged upon the young figure on the dais.

In those eyes were awe, gratitude, fanaticism, and worship!

Qin Feng felt the fire of honor in his heart ignited, burning fiercely!

How familiar this scene was!

He felt as if he had returned to his youth, back to the Morning Star, watching Company Commander Zhou Xiong accept his honors under the gaze of the masses.

Back then, he was merely an onlooker watching the recording; today, he was the hero on the stage receiving this supreme glory!

"Investiture!"

The voice of the Lord of Extremity rang out once more.

"Salute!"

Clatter—!

Another sound of metal clashing, so uniform it made the scalp tingle!

Millions of strong arms clenched into fists, striking their armored chests with a dull thud like the beating of ancient war drums!

Then, millions of arms thrust upward in the most solemn and noble Imperial salute!

The movement was crisp, clean, and filled with power!

The next moment, a roar born of the will of millions shook the firmament!

"Qin Feng! Please accept your honors!!"

The sound was like thunder, the waves of noise echoing through the temple until the very laws hummed in vibration!

The most fanatical of all were two galaxy-level warriors.

Wang Hao and Wang Jie!

Because of the battles around Dead Meteor Island and their status as Qin Feng’s kin, they had earned the right to attend this ceremony!

On the dais, Qin Feng stood solemn and resolute.

He raised his arm, clenched his iron fist, and struck his blue-gold chest armor, returning the solemn Imperial salute!

Then, under the gaze of all, the avatar of the Lord of Extremity stepped forward and drew three medals shimmering with immortal light from the void.

One medal was engraved with a war sword cleaving light from darkness, symbolizing an indomitable will—the "Desperate Situation Medal."

Another depicted a god standing between heaven and earth, shattering stars with his fists and treading upon the cosmos, symbolizing invincible majesty—the "Martial Might Medal."

And the third was the "Champion Medal," inscribed with blades of war!

The Lord of Extremity moved with a gentleness that carried an unspeakable gravity, pinning the three medals of supreme human honor onto Qin Feng’s armor.

The moment the medals touched the armor, a voice filled with a faint, amused smile—audible only to Qin Feng—echoed deep within his soul.

"Kid, you did well."

"The public ceremony ends here; let us speak of the true rewards."

"Considering your future growth and your merits, the Sanctuary has decided to grant you a territory..."

"It is not large, perhaps... seven or eight hundred cosmic nations.

Everything within these nations falls under your jurisdiction, with absolute autonomy."

"Furthermore, given your nature, you are specially authorized to form a 'Rogue Trader' fleet.

With this authority, you may assemble your own ships to explore the unknown Endless Sea.

Represent our race in contact with newly discovered civilizations, or even wage war.

All spoils are yours."

"There are also resources, divine metals, secret arts... a mess of other things, all packed and placed in your private subspace storage unit. Check them when you have time."

The Lord of Extremity’s voice calmly listed rewards that would drive any warrior to madness, as if he were speaking of the most trivial of matters.

(End of this chapter)