Chapter 335: If There is Any Change, Kill on Sight! Great Changes in the Seven Heavens Abyss!

Chapter 335: If There Is Any Anomaly, Execute Without Mercy! The Great Upheaval of the Seven Heavens!

If cultivation is an act of addition, a constant condensation and sublimation of spiritual energy and insight;

Then what Qin Feng was doing now was an act of subtraction, a reverse, exquisitely refined decomposition.

Under his precise control, the immensely dense black hole core within Lei’s body, which devoured all things, was not brutally destroyed, but rather forced into a miraculous reverse evolution.

The event horizon that swallowed all light began to turn translucent, slowly dissipating.

The singularity of infinite mass began to undergo dimensional reduction, no longer a point of infinite density, but expanding outward.

In the process of this dimensional reduction, the black hole transformed into a brilliant, dazzling nebula.

Countless spiritual particles collided, annihilated, and were reborn as threads intertwined, snapped, and reorganized. The magnificent spectacle resembled the embryonic form of a universe.

Finally, as all the spiritual energy stabilized, the brilliant nebula settled into place.

The Dao foundation within Lei’s body was forcibly and completely reduced from a formidable black hole into a vast, boundless projection of golden immortality.

His cultivation had plummeted from the black hole level to the galactic level.

The entire process lasted less than ten breaths.

Yet for Lei, those ten breaths were longer than ten aeons.

It was the ultimate agony of having the very foundation of his existence shattered and then pieced back together. But he bit his teeth until they cracked, swallowing every scream back into his throat, not uttering a single sound!

When Qin Feng withdrew his finger, the power enveloping Lei dissipated.

Lei could no longer hold himself up; his body went limp, and he collapsed to the floor.

He was drenched in cold sweat, as if he had just been pulled from the water.

His face was pale as paper, his aura withered to the extreme, yet his eyes burned with an astonishing light!

It was the relief of a heavy burden lifted, the purity of having washed away the grime of the world, the joy of a rebirth.

He lay on the ground, gasping for air, yet a radiant smile bloomed upon his face.

Qin Feng completed this task as if it were a mere trifle.

He turned slowly, his pure black eyes falling upon Ling Yao, who had stood to the side, witnessing everything from beginning to end.

In that instant, Ling Yao’s body shuddered violently, like a startled deer.

Subconsciously, she took half a step back.

This subtle movement betrayed her true thoughts in an instant.

Her hands were tightly clenched into the corners of her robes, her knuckles white from the strain.

Her eyes were filled with terror and evasion; she dared not meet Qin Feng’s gaze, which was as calm as still water.

She was not like Lei, who had endured the agonizing struggle and reached a final, resolute decision.

On her face, Qin Feng saw only blatant reluctance, greed, and a trace of desperate pleading.

She could not bear to part with this power.

She could not imagine reverting from a high-and-mighty black hole level powerhouse back to a weakling.

She dared not endure the soul-tearing agony of having her own cultivation reverse-decomposed.

The torture-like scene that had just occurred to Lei, contrasted with the look of liberation on his face, formed a stark and ironic juxtaposition in her eyes.

The true power of the Evil God’s plot, known as the "Hook of Desire," was revealed before Qin Feng in all its bloody, visceral reality.

It hooked into the deepest desires of the human heart.

It tested the very essence of a practitioner’s Dao heart.

And in this silent trial, Lei had passed.

Ling Yao, however, already stood upon the precipice.

From start to finish, Ling Yao kept her head bowed, her long lashes veiling the expression in her eyes, making it impossible to read.

When Lei helped her up and they turned to leave, she never looked back, nor did she offer a word of thanks or farewell.

Qin Feng’s gaze remained calm, without a single ripple.

He had seen too much of human nature. He had seen fanatics who would sacrifice everything for the Great Dao, martyrs who held to their principles unto death, and naturally, he had seen mortals who wavered before temptation.

He could understand Ling Yao’s hesitation and reluctance; after all, that was the power to ascend to the heavens in a single step, a realm countless cultivators could never reach in a lifetime.

But understanding did not mean he agreed, nor did it mean he would tolerate a potential threat remaining at his very heart.

Lei’s resolve had earned his admiration and respect.

Ling Yao’s silence, however, had frozen the last shred of expectation in his heart.

As their figures vanished from the doorway of the quiet room, Qin Feng slowly withdrew his gaze, turning to the Red Feather Sovereign, who had remained silent throughout.

"Lord Red Feather."

His voice was flat, devoid of joy or anger.

"I am here."

The Red Feather Sovereign replied immediately.

He sensed keenly that with the departure of Lei and Ling Yao, the atmosphere in the room was undergoing a subtle and profound change.

Qin Feng did not speak immediately; instead, he waved his hand.

Hum—

A pure black ripple of mental energy surged forth, instantly shrouding the entire secret hall.

The bright light of the palace dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if covered by an invisible black veil. All sound, light, and even spatial fluctuations were thoroughly isolated and devoured.

The entire world seemed reduced to this secret hall, wrapped in eternal solitude, and the two men standing opposite each other.

An invisible, chilling, and murderous aura began to permeate the air.

The Red Feather Sovereign’s heart contracted violently; he felt as if he were being watched by a primordial beast, his very soul trembling.

He knew that what Qin Feng was about to say was an absolute secret, and more importantly... an order that could not be defied.

"I am going on a long journey."

Qin Feng finally spoke, his voice piercingly clear in the absolute silence, each word striking the Red Feather Sovereign’s heart like a physical hammer.

"The date of my return is uncertain. The path ahead is fraught with unpredictable danger, and perhaps..."

He paused, stating the fact with chilling indifference, "...there is a possibility of my fall."

The Red Feather Sovereign shook violently, looking up in shock and disbelief.

A fall?

Qin Feng ignored his shock and continued: "After I leave, all internal and external affairs of this territory will be handled entirely by the 'Vanguard.'

Its commands are my commands."

"However,"

Qin Feng’s tone shifted, his eyes, deep as black holes, locking onto the Red Feather Sovereign, "the Vanguard sits at the center, overseeing the whole, and cannot monitor every shadow in every corner. Therefore, there are some matters that require you to execute on my behalf."

The Sovereign of Red Feather immediately composed himself and replied, "Please, my Lord, issue your commands."

Among the seven hundred sovereigns under Qin Feng’s command, why had he chosen to entrust this final task to him?

It was a gesture of immense trust, yet a burden as heavy as a mountain.

Qin Feng looked at him, his gaze sharp as a blade, as if it could dissect his soul to peer into the deepest recesses of his loyalty.

"Especially Ling Yao."

When these three words escaped Qin Feng’s lips, the Sovereign of Red Feather felt his heart plummet.

"You must keep a close watch on her."

Qin Feng’s voice carried not a trace of human emotion, cold as the absolute zero of deep space. "The blessings of an Evil God are never mere gifts.

They are seeds—seeds of desire buried in the deepest part of her soul, waiting to sprout. I do not know when they will break through the soil, or in what form they will manifest."

"If..."

Qin Feng deliberately deepened his tone, every syllable heavy with unquestionable finality, "I mean, if you discover any signs of her corruption—whether it be a radical change in temperament, bizarre behavior, or any attempt to spread the faith of the Evil God to anyone, in any way..."

He paused for a moment, giving the Sovereign of Red Feather time to digest the terrifying information, before delivering the soul-shattering order:

"Execute her without mercy."

The Sovereign of Red Feather felt as if struck by lightning; he stood frozen, his blood seemingly congealing in that instant.

He jerked his head up.

Ling Yao... she was the beloved of his grand-disciple Lei, the princess of the Spirit Deer Universe!

He opened his mouth, his throat bobbing with difficulty, but not a single word emerged.

For he had seen what kind of eyes those were—eyes that transcended mortal sentiment, existing only for the highest of goals.

In those eyes, there was no kinship, no pity, only an absolute defense of the human cause and zero tolerance for chaos-tainted corruption.

Any plea for mercy seemed pale, ridiculous, and even... foolish before such a gaze.

Qin Feng’s voice continued to echo in the deathly silent secret chamber, growing colder still: "You need not report to me, nor to the 'Vanguard.'

Once you see the signs, strike immediately. You must ensure she is eradicated at the root, leaving not a trace behind—neither flesh nor soul."

This sentence severed the last shred of hope in the Sovereign of Red Feather’s heart.

No need to report meant Qin Feng had granted him the power of life and death, and it also meant he would have to bear this guilt and agony alone.

Eradication meant he could not afford a moment of softness or hesitation; he had to use the most ruthless, thorough means to evaporate Ling Yao from the universe entirely.

The Sovereign of Red Feather’s body began to tremble slightly, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

He recalled the fate of the Grand Elder of the Spirit Deer Universe, and the nonchalant coldness Qin Feng displayed when executing traitors.

The Sovereign of Red Feather took a deep, shuddering breath:

"As you command."

Qin Feng nodded in satisfaction; he was not surprised by the Sovereign’s choice.

A hegemon who had held his throne for countless years would never fail to weigh the importance of the greater good against private affection.

He flicked his finger, and a pitch-black jade talisman, shimmering with a dark, ominous light, floated silently before the Sovereign.

"This is a token that leads directly to the core of the City Lord’s Mansion in Qin Feng’s Universe.

With this talisman, you may bypass all formations and guards to see the 'Vanguard' directly.

If you encounter a catastrophe within your territory that you cannot resolve, you may use this to call for aid."

The Sovereign of Red Feather reached out with trembling hands to accept the bone-chilling talisman.

As he touched it, a surge of pure, extreme mental energy flooded his senses, allowing him to clearly perceive the supreme authority contained within.

"Your subordinate... will remember this!"

The Sovereign of Red Feather clutched the talisman tightly in his palm, responding solemnly.

Having finished his instructions, Qin Feng did not linger for a moment longer.

His figure, like a phantom that had never truly solidified, dissolved into a faint streak of light, vanishing instantly from the darkness-shrouded chamber.

Silent and traceless, as if he had never been there at all.

The pitch-black mental barrier that had enveloped the chamber receded like a tide.

Light flooded back in, dispelling the suffocating darkness and oppressive aura.

Inside the chamber, only the Sovereign of Red Feather remained, standing alone in the silence.

He held the cold jade talisman, motionless for a long, long time.

His heart was a tumult of mixed emotions—the excitement of being entrusted with a heavy duty, mingled with the bone-chilling dread brought by that ruthless command.

He slowly opened his palm, looking at the black talisman that represented both trust and slaughter, and finally, he could only heave a long, helpless, and complex sigh.

...

After leaving the Red Feather Universe, Qin Feng did not depart immediately.

Using the highest-level authorization of the Holy Academy, he returned once more to the headquarters of the Human Holy Academy.

This time, he did not seek out anyone, but went directly into the Academy’s Treasury of Knowledge—the supreme hall housing the crystallization of human civilization over billions of years.

With his status as the top of the [Heavenly Pride Ranking] and the authorization granted by the Lord of Extremity, he accessed a vast ocean of knowledge without obstruction.

He took everything—secret techniques on formations, artifact refining, and alchemy for the Domain Lord and Marquis levels—without reserve, devouring them like a whale drinking the sea. He copied and packed over three hundred billion volumes of various techniques into his storage space.

For others, this knowledge might be impossible to glimpse even a fraction of in a lifetime.

But for Qin Feng, who possessed an AI network and a mental quality of "Pure Black," all of it would become fuel for his growth.

Carrying this vast sea of knowledge, Qin Feng returned to his own universe.

In the deepest part of the City Lord’s Mansion, within the absolute forbidden zone he had carved out himself, Qin Feng began his final arrangements.

Using his own "Pure Black" mental energy as the core, the supreme techniques of the Mechanical Race as the framework, and massive amounts of rare resources as the flesh, he began to construct a brand-new intelligent AI.

One, ten, one hundred...

Finally, three hundred and sixty brand-new, top-tier AI brains, each with the ability to think and learn independently, stood in formation like stars in the forbidden zone, radiating the light of wisdom.

"You three hundred and sixty, along with the 'Vanguard,' are responsible for analyzing all the techniques I have brought back.

I want you to fully master this knowledge in the shortest time possible."

"Yes, Master."

The uniform electronic voices echoed through the forbidden zone.

Following this, Qin Feng constructed another three hundred and sixty AI brains.

"You shall be responsible for controlling all conditions within the territory. Monitor the movements of all universes, establish the most perfect intelligence network, filter all noteworthy information, and handle all daily affairs. I want my territory to become a precise, efficient, and absolutely loyal war machine."

"Yes, Master."

With this, the central control hub of a vast territory, managed in an unprecedented way, officially began to operate.

Qin Feng had completely become a "hands-off" ruler, delegating all trivial matters to the absolute rationality of the AI.

He himself would be thoroughly liberated, free to pursue the singular "Path of God."

Naturally, the mastery of these secret arts would be directly reflected within Qin Feng’s soul; after all, they were one and the same. Once the Vanguard learned them, Qin Feng learned them as well. Though their physical vessels differed, their souls were, in truth, a single entity.

Having finished all this, Qin Feng’s true self sat cross-legged in the center of the forbidden zone and slowly closed his eyes.

Deep within his consciousness, the complete star map left behind by the ancient King Guluo, pointing toward the place of inheritance known as "Furnace Village," emerged with absolute clarity.

And at the end of that star map, a cold coordinate was etched like a brand.

[Sector 239781]

A remote and unfamiliar sector he had never heard of before.

"Everything that needed to be arranged has been settled."

Qin Feng’s consciousness whispered.

"The Sovereign of the Crimson Feather Kingdom is kept in check by secret orders.

Within the territory, the 'Vanguard' and seven hundred and twenty AI minds stand guard; there is no room for error.

My mechanical clone possesses combat power nearly identical to my true self and can continuously analyze and learn secret arts. Once the three hundred billion arts are mastered, my strength will ascend to yet another level..."

"The only lingering concern is perhaps Senior Feng Zhiyu of the Tianxuan Ancient Kingdom..." A trace of apology flickered in his heart, but it was quickly replaced by a firmer conviction.

"I cannot worry about that for now."

"The storm of the 'Golden Age' is brewing beneath the horizon, ready to sweep across the entire universe at any moment.

'One cannot cultivate two paths,' 'The Path of God is singular'..."

"I must seize the lead and expand my advantage to a degree that leaves all those other monsters walking the 'Path of God' in despair, forever unable to catch up!"

"Time!"

"What I lack most right now is time!"

All distracting thoughts were severed in that instant. Qin Feng’s heart became clearer and more resolute than ever before.

He opened his eyes abruptly, his gaze shining with a divine light, as if billions of stars were being born and dying within them.

There was no longer a shred of hesitation.

Qin Feng’s true self took a step forward, his figure instantly appearing at the core hub of the Qin Feng Universe City, atop the grand spatial teleportation array that connected to the many universe cities of the Myriad Races Battlefield.

He entered those cold coordinates.

Hum—

A blinding light erupted, swallowing his figure entirely.

Space was torn asunder, dimensions twisted, and an irresistible force of teleportation enveloped his entire being.

The light flashed.

The teleportation array was now empty.

His target was set directly upon that place—Furnace Village—a land fraught with peril, yet potentially holding the key to perfecting his own path and forging a supreme divine foundation.

...

At the very same moment Qin Feng’s figure vanished into the radiance of the teleportation array, in the core region of the universe, spanning countless star sectors and dimensions far from his fiefdom, the highest seat of power for the human race—the Main Hall of the Saint Academy—was holding an emergency meeting that would decide the fate of countless living beings.

This was the Hall of Myriad Stars.

The existence of the hall itself was a myth.

It was not a building in the physical sense, but a star region intercepted from the true universe by the supreme power of the human race’s ancestors, then smelted with their own immortal wills.

Above the dome, there were no murals or projections, but a vast, real-time star map encompassing the entire human territory.

At this moment, beneath this condensed universe, a massive round table, seemingly woven from the light of newborn stars, floated silently.

Around the table sat dozens of blurred and majestic figures.

They took various forms; some were like magma giants, their bodies burning with flames capable of incinerating stars; others were like abyssal ice, their mere presence causing the surrounding light to stagnate; still others were completely shrouded in chaos, impossible to be glimpsed by any gaze or divine sense.

Each figure exuded a terrifying aura capable of easily crushing a universe kingdom.

Yet within the Hall of Myriad Stars, all pressure was perfectly contained, transformed into a near-solid field of absolute order.

At the head of the round table sat an exceptionally burly figure, his shoulders wide enough to bear mountain ranges.

He wore ancient armor adorned with a ferocious star-wolf totem, and in his eyes, there were no pupils, only two slowly rotating nebulae, within which countless stars seemed to be born and extinguished.

He was one of the highest rotating spokespersons of this generation’s Saint Academy, a Lord of the Universe who had carved out a fearsome reputation on the Myriad Races Battlefield—[The Lord of the Heavenly Wolf].

His voice was not loud, perhaps even somewhat low, but when he spoke, it did not seem to travel through the air, but rather resonated clearly within the depths of the soul and the origin of the will of every attendee.

"Gentlemen,"

The Lord of the Heavenly Wolf spoke, and the starlight in the hall grew solemn, "I have summoned you urgently because of top-level intelligence returned from the front lines concerning the future of our race. The provider of this intelligence is the current walker of the Heavenly Secret Sect, Master Sanruo."

As soon as he finished speaking, the space in the center of the light-woven table twisted slightly, and a clear screen unfolded.

Within the screen appeared the face of Master Sanruo, usually accompanied by a hint of a smile.

But at this moment, there was no smile left on his face, replaced by an unprecedented gravity and solemnity.

Under the gaze of dozens of the human race’s top-tier existences, Master Sanruo bowed slightly and began his orderly, core-focused report.

"Reporting to you all, I, Sanruo, have discovered conclusive evidence of 'Myriad Races Cult' infiltration on the edge of our human territory, in the 731st Sector, Crimson Feather Universe Kingdom."

In the screen, the image shifted, showing Marquis Zhu Wu, who had been captured by Qin Feng, and the Great Elder, who had been thoroughly erased.

Relevant interrogation records and memory fragments flashed across the screen like a waterfall.

In the hall, the auras of several King-level powerhouses fluctuated slightly, carrying a trace of cold murderous intent.

"The Myriad Races Cult... these parasites that gnaw on the flesh of their own kin, they are like ghosts that refuse to dissipate."

A voice like a booming bell rang out, coming from a King-level powerhouse surrounded by thunder.

Clearly, they were no strangers to this organization; in fact, they were filled with loathing for it.

The Lord of the Heavenly Wolf raised a hand, signaling everyone to remain calm.

Master Sanruo’s report continued, his tone becoming increasingly heavy: "The infiltration of the 'Myriad Races Cult' is merely a facade. Behind it lies a new, highly subversive corruption strategy adopted by the Chaos Evil Gods against our cultivation civilization. I have named it—'The Hook of Desire'."

Following this, he restored and analyzed in the most meticulous detail the entire process of how the Slaanesh Evil God had bestowed a "harmless blessing" at the wedding in the Linglu Universe Kingdom, allowing a pair of newlyweds to ascend to the heavens in a single step, their strength skyrocketing without any signs of pollution.

"...The Evil Gods no longer directly distort or pollute, but instead use 'blessings' and 'miracles' as bait, directly bestowing power."

"This power is pure, harmless, and even indistinguishable from the spiritual energy we cultivate ourselves."

"Its purpose is not to corrupt the body or soul, but to fundamentally shake the values and the path-seeking hearts of our cultivators."

"Once living beings become accustomed to this unearned power, once the concept that 'prayer brings harvest' takes root in people's hearts, then the 'hard cultivation,' 'resilience,' 'self-strengthening,' and 'struggle' that have supported our civilization for billions of years... these most precious cornerstones will cease to exist."

"When a civilization no longer relies on itself, but instead pins its hopes on the ethereal handouts of gods, it is not far from destruction. This is an open conspiracy, known as 'The Hook of Desire'."

Master Sanruo’s words struck like a heavy hammer against the hearts of every great power present.

The Hall of Myriad Stars fell into a deathly silence.

If the betrayal of the "Myriad Races Cult" only made them feel angry and disgusted, then the revelation of the "Hook of Desire" conspiracy made these ancient beings, who had lived through endless ages and seen countless bloodbaths, feel a chill from the depths of their souls for the first time.

This was not a simple war; this was a battle for the very foundation of their civilization.

Weapons are no longer blades or laws, but desires and faiths.

"What a diabolical scheme..."

After a long silence, a venerable elder known as the Sovereign, whose presence was as gentle as jade and as if he were enlightening all living beings, spoke with a trace of weariness in his voice. "Chaos has finally begun to strike at the very thing we pride ourselves on most: our 'hearts.'

This is a thousand times more terrifying than any legion's invasion."

In the deep eyes of the Lord of Sirius, the nebulae spun with accelerating speed, betraying the profound turmoil within him.

He did not interrupt Master Sanruo, for he knew that the intelligence capable of shaking the very foundations of the universe was yet to come.

Sure enough, Master Sanruo took a deep breath and dropped the final, most devastating bombshell.

"The reason the Evil God has changed strategy is because of an ultimate shift about to sweep across the entire known universe... a secret my sect has deduced and confirmed—"

His voice trembled slightly as he enunciated each word:

"The 'Golden Age' is approaching!"

"The universe we inhabit is about to enter an unprecedented period of extreme activity in its fundamental laws.

At that time, the 'rules' of the universe itself will become incredibly 'generous.' Countless sealed ruins will reappear, precious treasures will spring up like bamboo shoots after rain, and the difficulty of comprehending laws will plummet exponentially... opportunities will erupt in a geyser!"

"The direct consequence is that within the next few epochs, new gods will be born in great numbers!"

"Boom!"

An indescribable storm of terrifying will instantly detonated within the Hall of Myriad Stars.

Above the dome, tens of thousands of stars flashed violently, and the entire star map shook as if unable to withstand the immense impact of this information.

The dozens of great powers present, whether Kings or Sovereigns, could no longer maintain their composure the moment they heard the words "new gods will be born in great numbers."

Their auras leaked uncontrollably, colliding and stirring up ripples of spiritual energy sufficient to tear the dimensions of reality asunder.

The Golden Age! The War of Gods!

These two terms represented opportunity, but even more so, an unprecedented cruelty and bloodshed!

The existing cosmic order would be utterly shattered and reshaped!

"But... the Golden Age follows one of the oldest and most cruel iron laws. That is—'The Path of God is Unique'."

"One law cannot be practiced by two, and one path cannot tolerate two masters."

"Any supreme path leading to the realm of godhood allows only one person to reach the end.

All 'fellow travelers' on the same path will become mortal enemies.

They must compete, slaughter, and devour one another... only the final victor is qualified to condense a godhead and ascend to the throne of divinity.

The losers will be reduced to the foundation of the victor's path, their very traces of existence potentially erased."

In the light screen, Master Sanruo's report ended here; he bowed once more, and his figure slowly dissipated.

Inside the Hall of Myriad Stars, the storm of will that had just been stirred by the "Golden Age" now eerily subsided, falling into a deeper, more oppressive silence.

The Lord of Sirius did not allow the debate to linger.

He raised his eyes, sweeping his gaze across everyone present, his eyes—containing the birth and death of stars—filled with unquestionable majesty.

"Everyone, Master Sanruo's intelligence explains many of our previous confusions.

But it also confirms some of our recent findings.

The will of the universe has recently shown extremely frequent and violent anomalies.

Not long ago, in the lawless zone at the intersection of our human territory with the Demon and Machine races, around the ancient forbidden ground of [Mount Eternal], a brand-new forbidden zone appeared that had never been recorded before—the [Seven Heavenly Chasms]."

The light screen lit up again in the center of the round table; this time, it displayed a scene both magnificent and eerie.

A mountain range so unimaginably vast, seemingly composed of pure life-force energy, floated in the cold vacuum of space—that was [Mount Eternal].

Surrounding it, seven bottomless spatial rifts had appeared out of thin air, as if they could swallow all light. Each rift was like an inverted abyss, exuding a heart-stopping, ancient aura—these were the [Seven Heavenly Chasms].

The Lord of Sirius began to interpret the information obtained at the cost of the Holy Academy's intelligence network.

"[Mount Eternal] repels all beings below the Sovereign level; only Sovereigns are qualified to enter."

"And the newly appeared [Seven Heavenly Chasms] are even more mysterious."

The Lord of Sirius's tone turned grave. "Its laws are exactly the opposite of Mount Eternal; it restricts those above the King level from entering, allowing only Kings and those below to pass."

He spoke clearly, his voice resounding through the hall:

"Deep within each Heavenly Chasm lies a [Divine Art Fragment]. Combine all seven, and you have a scroll of... complete Divine Art!"

Divine Art!

The moment these two words fell, the temperature of the entire Hall of Myriad Stars seemed to drop to freezing.

If the "Golden Age" still felt somewhat distant and illusory, a "complete Divine Art" within reach was a fatal temptation for every King present!

It was a supreme technique pointing directly to the origin of the universe, something legendary that only gods could create and wield!

"Could this... be a trap?"

A meticulous female King frowned. "Such a great treasure appearing with such fanfare looks more like bait to lure us to our deaths."

"What if it is a trap?"

The hot-tempered Thunder King slammed his hand onto the table, causing the light-forged surface to vibrate violently and spray millions of light spots.

His eyes widened, his fighting spirit soaring to the heavens. "With a Divine Art before us, even if it's a dragon's den or a tiger's lair, a mountain of blades or a sea of fire, we must charge in!

Did our human race gain its current territory by being timid?

Never mind losing a few thousand Kings—even tens or hundreds of thousands! As long as we can ultimately secure that Divine Art, then one word—it's worth it!"

His words were crude, but they directly voiced the sentiments of most of the pro-war Kings present.

In the cruel competition of the universe, opportunity often coexists with risk.

To fear risk is to abandon opportunity, and one will ultimately be eliminated by the era.

"Lord of Sirius, give the order!"

"The Hall of War Kings is willing to be the vanguard!"

"The Heavenly Crafts Institute can provide all logistical and equipment support!"

For a moment, the crowd was impassioned, their fighting spirit boiling.

The Lord of Sirius swept his deep eyes over the faces filled with battle-lust. He nodded slowly, his voice firm and decisive, carrying an unquestionable authority:

"You are all correct. Divine Art... regardless of its authenticity, and regardless of whether it is a trap set by some unknown entity, it must never fall into the hands of other races!

Whether our human race uses it is one thing, but it must, and can only, be obtained by us!"

"In my capacity as the current rotating chairman of the Holy Academy, I decree the following!"

His voice rose sharply, and the starlight of the entire Hall of Myriad Stars converged upon him.

"First: Effective immediately, mobilize all elite Kings from every war zone, every cosmic nation, and every sacred secret realm!

No upper limit, spare no cost; the sole objective is to enter the Seven Heavenly Chasms and seize all seven Divine Art fragments!"

"Second: Regarding Mount Eternal, the Sovereigns shall decide for themselves."

For those willing to embark, the Sacred Academy shall unlock its vaults, providing war supplies of the highest caliber.

This journey is not only to secure opportunities for our human race but also to pin down the elite combatants of the alien factions for the expeditionary legions below!

Third: Regarding the Evil God’s "Desire Hook" stratagem, it is provisionally classified as a [Supreme Civilizational Threat], on par with the "Zerg Invasion" and the "Mechanical Scourge."

Order all frontline legions and local garrison forces to immediately shift to the highest state of alert, adopting "containment, suppression, and eradication" as the primary guiding principles to strictly prevent its spread within our borders.

As for a fundamental solution... this matter is of such gravity that it exceeds our authority; it must be reported to [Holy Terra] at once, requesting the awakening of an ancient entity, or perhaps... the direct decree of the Emperor’s own will!

The three resolutions, clear in logic and progressive in scope, instantly charted the course for the vast war machine of humanity at the dawn of this "Golden Age."

There was no dissent.

Faced with the immense stakes of racial survival, all reached a state of absolute unity.

The Lord of Sirius rose to his feet, his towering silhouette appearing as if it might trample the entire cosmic star map beneath his heels.

His gaze pierced through the barriers of the Hall of Myriad Stars, finally locking precisely onto the star map, upon the minuscule speck of light representing War Zone 239781.

"Transmit my command!"

His will, manifesting as invisible directives, instantly traversed the infinite void to reach every corner of the human domain.

"All titled kings summoned, cease all current affairs immediately and assemble at the Heavenly Origin Cosmic City in War Zone 239781! Those who defy this order shall be branded traitors to the race!"

"Order the Lord of Heavenly Origin Cosmic City to grant all combat readiness clearances and fully cooperate with the assembly and operations of the expeditionary legions!"

"Order the Sacred Academy’s Shadow Division, the Heavenly Mystery Sect, the Universal Mercenary Guild... all intelligence agencies, to focus their highest-priority surveillance resources on every flicker of movement within the Seven Heavenly Abysses!"

One directive after another was issued, like boulders cast into a tranquil lake, stirring up monstrous waves across the entirety of human territory.

Having done this, the Lord of Sirius sat back down.

Within the Hall of Myriad Stars, silence returned once more.

The meeting had concluded.

One by one, the avatars of will, representing the pinnacle of human authority, dissolved like bubbles into the starlight, leaving behind only an empty circular table.

Yet, everyone knew that a great storm, one destined to sweep across the universe and drag countless races and powerhouses into its wake, had already... raised its curtain.

And at the heart of the storm, that massive vortex upon which the eyes of the universe’s greatest were fixed—War Zone 239781—was, at this very moment, welcoming a pioneer who had just stepped out of the teleportation array, still blissfully unaware of it all.

Qin Feng!

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(End of Chapter)