Chapter 341: Ultimate Divine Marquis! Ascending the Marquis List! Illustrious Name Deters the Universe

Chapter 341: The Ultimate Marquis! Ascending the Marquis Ranking! A Name to Shake the Universe!

Qin Feng withdrew his thoughts, his gaze piercing the depths of the cosmos as if he could traverse the endless fabric of space-time to behold the forbidden cosmic realm known as the Seven Heavens Abyss.

"The task set by the cosmic will is complete; it is time to prepare for the next phase."

With a flicker of intent, he took a single step, his form dissolving into the void and vanishing from the blood-soaked battlefield.

Shortly after his departure, several vague yet majestic figures descended—Human race Lords, dispatched to investigate the carnage.

When they beheld the silent star field and sensed the lingering, overbearing aura that belonged to Qin Feng alone, even their ancient, tranquil hearts were stirred into a tempest of shock.

"A single man... decimated an army of thirty thousand?"

"And he is but a newly ascended Marquis?"

Following the shock came an incomparable surge of ecstasy and fervor.

They knew that the Human race had birthed a peerless prodigy, one truly capable of altering the trajectory of the future.

...

In a serene and peaceful star system, far removed from the main thoroughfares of the myriad races, Qin Feng’s figure quietly materialized.

He chose a desolate, uninhabited planet, cast several layers of concealment and defensive arrays with a wave of his hand, and sat cross-legged to begin his first deep meditation following the great war.

As his mind settled, an intangible yet supreme will descended, enveloping his soul.

It was the will of the universe.

[Task objective 'Primordial Fire' detected as acquired. Subject's vital signs stable; lethal crisis averted. Task status: Completed.]

[Distributing task rewards...]

A stream of light, laden with infinite, profound information, flooded into the sea of Qin Feng’s consciousness in an instant.

It was not a physical object, but an incredibly detailed and complex star map.

At the heart of the map lay an abyss shrouded in endless god-level seals.

The map of the Seven Heavens Abyss temple!

As Qin Feng’s divine sense immersed itself within, he was struck by the sheer magnitude of the information contained therein.

The map not only marked all known regions and paths within the Seven Heavens Abyss but also, in a manner transcending the understanding of ordinary laws, parsed the energy nodes, operational patterns, and even the weakest links of those divine-level seals.

Possessing this map meant having an absolutely safe passage through the Seven Heavens Abyss, a place where a single misstep would result in the annihilation of body and soul.

Those divine seals, which would make even the most powerful Lords recoil, would be rendered useless before him.

"Divine Art..."

Qin Feng’s breath hitched, an irrepressible longing rising in his heart.

"I have already mastered one true Divine Art—the Nine Tribulations War Codex."

He looked inward at the supreme codex branded deep within his soul; merely touching it gave him a sense of its vast and terrifying nature.

It was a fearsome Divine Art capable of enhancing one’s being from the foundations of life, the essence of the soul, and the roots of the Great Dao. Once mastered, his combat power would undergo a transformative leap.

"If I could acquire another Divine Art, especially an offensive one, the boost to my combat prowess would be immeasurable."

A thoughtful gleam flickered in Qin Feng’s eyes.

"Alas, the cultivation of a Divine Art is not a task of a single day. Even if one obtains such an art, digesting it and converting it into true strength requires long periods of contemplation and tempering."

He knew well that while his foundation was deep and his comprehension extraordinary, Divine Arts touched upon the ultimate mysteries of the universe and could not be rushed.

"Even so, I must strive for it! A Divine Art must never fall into the hands of the myriad races!"

His gaze grew resolute.

"Even if I cannot seize the Divine Art myself, I can pass this map to my Master or other Human Emperors. With them acting, the success rate will be higher. Regardless, this monumental opportunity must remain with the Human race!"

In this moment, he was thinking not just of personal gain, but of the interests of his entire race.

With his plans laid, Qin Feng began to assess the temporal pressure he faced.

"The Seven Heavens Abyss will open in about ten thousand years. Its duration is unknown; I must adjust myself to my absolute peak before then."

"And the Eternal Mountain, that forbidden land imprisoning tens of thousands of Emperors, will reopen in about ninety thousand years. When that time comes, countless Emperors suppressed for eons will break free, and the Golden Emperor... he will surely come for me first."

Ninety thousand years was an eternity to a mortal, but to a powerhouse of Qin Feng’s caliber, it was but a fleeting moment.

The pressure weighed upon him like an invisible mountain.

He had to seize every second to frantically elevate his strength.

"Meditation, begin!"

Qin Feng’s eyes closed slowly, his aura merging completely with the desolate planet until he seemed like a mere stone, devoid of all signs of life.

His cultivation officially commenced, divided into three distinct yet complementary paths.

First, his true body would focus on the core practice: deducing the Nine Tribulations War Codex.

His mind was fully immersed in the divine technique.

Countless profound runes and mysteries swirled, collided, and recombined within his soul.

Each rune seemed to contain a complete cosmic truth.

To understand even one required vast amounts of energy and time.

Qin Feng did not rush, instead utilizing the supreme analytical power of the Primordial Furnace Dao Seal to dissect and comprehend it bit by bit.

He used his "invulnerable" Silver Body as a testing ground, cautiously drawing a sliver of the Codex’s energy to temper himself, experiencing the sublimation and metamorphosis of his life essence firsthand.

The process was tedious, long, and fraught with peril.

A single mistake could lead to a backlash from the tyrannical power of the Divine Art, damaging his very foundation.

Second, his true body would, in the intervals of deducing the Divine Art, refine the "spoils of war" accumulated over a full century.

The essence of over thirty thousand Marquis-level powerhouses, once devoured by the Primordial Furnace, had become a vast ocean of energy and information stored within the core of his Dao Seal.

Qin Feng began to "process" this ocean.

He filtered, categorized, and purified the chaotic insights into laws, stripping away the dross to integrate the essence into his own Great Dao, fueling his "Ultimate Path."

He used the massive reserves of life essence and soul energy to wash over his Silver Body again and again, pushing his already invulnerable form toward a more profound and unfathomable level.

He analyzed the lifetime combat memories and secret techniques of those thirty thousand Marquises as data, integrating them into his combat instincts to vastly enrich his repertoire and experience.

This was a monumental undertaking, its value no less than obtaining a King-level treasure.

Third, far away across billions of light-years, within the Qin Feng Universe City built specifically for him by the Human Saint Academy.

In the central temple of the city, the perfect mechanical body forged from countless divine materials and supreme technology—the avatar known as "Vanguard"—suddenly opened its eyes, which shimmered with the brilliance of a billion stars being born and dying.

Vanguard's mission was to consume and analyze the god-seal-level "Intelligent AI Lifeform" core that Qin Feng had brought back from the Island of Death.

Simultaneously, it was to deduce the three hundred million Marquis-level inheritance techniques that Qin Feng had retrieved from the Saint Academy.

These three hundred million techniques were all-encompassing.

True body and avatar, one internal and one external, one focusing on the foundation and the other on the myriad laws, worked in parallel to propel Qin Feng’s strength toward an unfathomable realm at a rapid pace.

...

Time slipped away, silent and steady, within the monotony of that profound seclusion.

A year, a decade, a century...

As the first millennium of Qin Feng’s retreat drew to a close,

Deep within the cosmos, in that realm representing the primal laws of the universe, ripples suddenly began to stir.

A magnificent golden radiance, spanning the entire breadth of human territory and radiating into the countless star systems of alien races, erupted without warning.

Within this golden light, a scroll of infinite scale slowly unfurled.

The Golden Tome of Universal Will!

Whether it was a fleet navigating the star-seas, a warrior locked in mortal combat within a forbidden zone, or a mighty being meditating in a holy sanctuary, anyone who had attained the planetary level or higher could clearly "see" this soul-shaking spectacle within the depths of their own spirit.

Upon the golden tome were three lists of unparalleled prominence, shining like stars; every name inscribed upon them represented a legend, a soul favored by the destiny of an era.

The Emperor List, the King List, and the Marquis List!

Those who could leave their names upon these three lists were, without exception, peerless figures who had reached the zenith of their respective realms and possessed terrifying combat records that had shaken the very foundations of the universe.

They were the champions recognized by the Will of the Universe itself—the true "Ten Emperors, Hundred Kings, and Thousand Marquises"!

At this moment, all sentient beings who sensed this event were stunned to discover that the Marquis List, representing the thousand strongest at the Marquis level, had shifted!

At the very bottom of the list, the light surged, and the name that had held the one-thousandth position faded into obscurity. Immediately, every name on the list began a subtle, rhythmic displacement.

A brand-new name, accompanied by a dazzling, divine brilliance, surged upward from the very depths of the list with unstoppable momentum!

Nine hundred and ninety... nine hundred and fifty... nine hundred and twenty...

Finally, the name settled firmly into the nine-hundredth position!

The radiant golden light coalesced into three archaic and domineering characters—Qin Feng!

And following the name was the title personally bestowed by the Will of the Universe, based on his fundamental path—

The Limitless Divine Marquis!

The nine-hundredth position on the Marquis List: The Limitless Divine Marquis, Qin Feng!

The moment this name appeared, ripples—some small, some vast—spread across countless corners of the universe.

For this title was uniquely extraordinary.

The word "Limitless" signified that the path he walked was an unprecedented road of extremes.

And the word "Divine" carried even deeper meaning.

It signified that the Will of the Universe had acknowledged his "Limitless Path" as a "Divine Road," one comparable to the inheritance of the gods themselves!

...

Morning Star, First Martial Arts High School.

Lin Yue, long retired and strolling leisurely through the campus, suddenly lifted her head.

In the depths of her soul, she clearly saw that golden list spanning the firmament, and the name that she would never forget as long as she lived.

"Qin Feng..."

She murmured to herself, her clouded eyes instantly brimming with tears.

Shock, pride, relief... a thousand emotions intertwined, causing the old principal, who had seen so many storms in her time, to lose her composure.

She still remembered the boy who had sweated on the playground, giving his all just to be admitted to the martial arts high school.

In the blink of an eye, he had grown to a height she could only look up to, a height beyond the reach of her own imagination.

"The Marquis List... nine-hundredth place..."

"The Limitless Divine Marquis..."

Beside her, Gu Yue, who had sensed it all as well, stood in a daze.

"That kid... he... he became a Marquis? And he made it onto the list of the Universal Will?"

They knew what it meant to be a Marquis.

If the Domain Lord realm was already a master of a sector of the universe, a mythical existence,

Then a Marquis was a titan capable of influencing the entire strategic landscape of the cosmos!

They were the backbone of the human race, the battlefield commanders who galloped across the wars of ten thousand races, wielding vast armies and holding the power of life and death over billions!

Their student, Qin Feng, had actually grown to such an extent!

...

Canaan Interstellar Martial Arts University.

In the principal’s office, Wu Shangfeng, having seen his strength soar over tens of thousands of years—from his days on Morning Star to his trials on the battlefield of ten thousand races, and finally choosing to serve as the principal of Canaan University while consolidating his realm—paused his work.

A tremor from his soul had brought him to a sudden halt.

He looked up, his deep gaze seemingly piercing the ceiling to behold the golden tome in the depths of the universe.

When the words "Limitless Divine Marquis Qin Feng" came into view, even with his stoic nature, the corners of his mouth could not help but curl into a heartfelt smile.

"Good lad, you really didn't shame Canaan."

He stood up slowly and walked to the window, his eyes filled with emotion.

"A student who walked out of Morning Star has finally become a name that shakes the universe while still at the Marquis level. Limitless Divine Marquis... what a title! It seems he truly has walked this path to its end."

...

Human territory, a core holy land.

Within a palace floating amidst a nebula, Yu Han was sitting in silent meditation.

As a disciple of the Heaven-Swallowing King, the level he could access was far beyond that of Wu Shangfeng and the others.

The moment the Marquis List shifted, he felt it instantly.

"Hm?"

He opened his eyes, a flash of surprise crossing them.

When he saw the new name and title, even with his refined state of mind, he could not help but gasp.

"Qin Feng?!"

"Nine-hundredth place? He just appeared on the list and immediately landed at nine-hundredth?!"

A monstrous wave surged in Yu Han’s heart.

He knew better than anyone how difficult it was to make it onto this list!

It required more than just strength; it required a world-shaking combat record that the Will of the Universe itself would recognize!

"Wait... the intelligence that came from the Furnace Township a while ago... the Golden Emperor led eighty thousand Marquises to besiege the Artifact Sect, only to retreat in frustration. Afterward, that coalition of eighty thousand Marquises waited for a century, only to see their forces scatter in total collapse..."

"More than thirty thousand Marquises fell..."

When this record came to mind, even Yu Han was startled.

Beyond the Seven Heavenly Abysses, the forbidden threshold of the cosmos.

Here, at the edge of the universe, space lies in tatters and the laws of reality are shattered.

A pitch-black rift, so vast that language fails to capture its scale, stretches across the star-strewn void like an eternal, unhealing scar upon the body of the universe.

Within the abyss lies a silence of infinite darkness, a void so profound that even the divine senses of an Emperor-ranked powerhouse cannot penetrate its depths.

Yet, in the void outside this rift, a scene of unprecedented commotion unfolds.

Figures possessing auras so terrifying they make the very stars tremble stand anchored in the emptiness.

Some sit enthroned upon seats forged from bleached bone, their forms wreathed in billowing demonic mist.

Others have transformed into mechanical fortresses the size of suns, their cannon muzzles gleaming with a cold light capable of annihilating entire galaxies.

Still others stand in stillness, appearing so perfectly fused with the cosmos that they have become the laws themselves, the very embodiment of the Heavenly Dao.

Human Kings, Beast Kings, Zerg Kings, Mechanical Kings...

Countless King-ranked powerhouses have converged here from every corner of the universe, standing in distinct, formidable camps.

The air is thick with a tension that threatens to snap.

Every collision of gazes ripples through the void, distorting the fabric of natural law.

They wait, poised for the opening of the Seven Heavenly Abysses.

Suddenly, a majestic golden light pierces through the chaotic laws of the region, manifesting clearly before every King-ranked entity present.

The appearance of the Golden Scroll of Universal Will causes the suffocating tension to freeze for a heartbeat.

Every King, regardless of their prior intent, instinctively lifts their head to cast their gaze upon the shifting Rankings of the Marquises.

To these beings, the geniuses on the list represent the future of their respective races. Every change in the rankings demands their absolute attention.

"Oh? A newcomer on the list?"

A Human King, shrouded in endless thunder, speaks with a tone of intrigued curiosity.

"To surge directly to the nine-hundredth rank—it seems this one has achieved no small feat."

Another, a lithe Beast Queen wreathed in the vibrant aura of life, chuckles softly.

Yet, as the name and title emerge with absolute clarity, the expressions of every King-ranked powerhouse present undergo a subtle shift.

"The Ultimate Marquis... Qin Feng?"

To the majority of those present, the name is far from unfamiliar.

"Is that the little human who stirred up such chaos on the Island of Dead Meteors, the one against whom the myriad races issued an ultimate kill order?"

"I remember him. Wasn't it said that the Universal Will issued a public bounty on him, drawing over sixty thousand Marquises to hunt him down? How... is he not dead?"

"He not only survived, he successfully ascended to the rank of Marquis, and even... slaughtered thirty thousand of his pursuers!"

Within the human camp, a wave of jubilation and excitement ripples through the ranks.

In the alien camps, however, there is only dead silence and suspicion.

The Golden-Armored Beast race, the kin of the Golden Emperor, reacts with particular intensity; their leading King-ranked powerhouse turns deathly pale.

He remembers clearly that His Majesty, the Golden Emperor, had even abandoned the opportunity at the Mountain of Eternal Life to hunt this boy down personally.

And yet, the outcome...

Qin Feng is not only alive, but has ascended the Rankings of the Marquises with a brilliance that cannot be ignored!

What does this signify?

It means that the Golden Emperor’s top-tier assassination attempt ended in failure!

And in the end, the Golden Emperor had entered the Mountain of Eternal Life alone.

"The Ultimate Marquis..."

A Demon King, his aura as deep as the abyss, slowly recites the title, his eyes glinting with dangerous light. "To be crowned with the word 'Ultimate'... the humans have birthed another monstrous talent."

In an instant, the void outside the Seven Heavenly Abysses becomes a turbulent sea of undercurrents, stirred by this new name.

Countless divine senses—curious, admiring, frigid, or murderous—weave and collide in the emptiness.

They all know that from this day forward, the name "Qin Feng" is no longer merely a hunted genius, but a figure who has stepped onto the cosmic stage, possessing the qualifications to converse as an equal with veteran powerhouses like themselves...

The Ultimate Marquis!

...

The universe is vast, and the galaxies are brilliant. In a life-bearing star system untouched by large-scale development, a cerulean planet hangs silently in the void, radiating a gentle and burgeoning aura of life.

Outside the planet, a figure sits cross-legged, surrounded by a faint, silvery radiance that blends seamlessly into the cosmic background. Were it not for deliberate investigation, even a King-ranked powerhouse passing by would mistake him for nothing more than a speck of unremarkable cosmic dust.

This figure is Qin Feng.

Ten thousand years have passed since the earth-shattering bloodbath at the Hearth Village.

For a mortal, ten millennia represent the rise and fall of hundreds of generations, the shifting of seas into mulberry fields.

But for a powerhouse of Qin Feng’s caliber, it is merely a slightly extended period of seclusion.

At this moment, he slowly opens his eyes.

What eyes they are.

Deep, ancient, as if containing the mysteries of the universe’s birth and the silence of all things’ end.

There is not a trace of killing intent within them; all sharpness and hostility have been thoroughly washed away, refined into a state of return to simplicity, manifesting as the purest form of tranquility.

The moment he opens his eyes, the faint silvery radiance around him retreats into his body like a receding tide, and an aura of perfect, seamless unity naturally permeates the space.

"Ten thousand years..."

Qin Feng whispers, his voice carrying the weight of time.

He lifts his hand and slowly closes his fingers. There is no earth-shattering eruption of power, no surging of natural laws—only a sense of absolute, ultimate control.

He can clearly perceive the fundamental particles within every inch of space in his palm trembling at his will, as if he could easily annihilate them or reshape them into any form he desired.

This is the manifestation of power fully digested and perfectly mastered.

He begins to take stock of his gains from this ten-thousand-year seclusion, his clear thoughts flowing deep within his consciousness, summarizing all changes into three points.

First is the leap in his foundation—the "Ultimate Body."

The "Void Black Flame," a cosmic wonder obtained from the forbidden Hearth Village, has been thoroughly merged with his Dao Seal, the "Primordial Furnace," after forty thousand years of preliminary refinement and ten thousand years of deep integration.

The Dao Seal is no longer merely about devouring and refining; it has gained the property of "Void."

It can drag anything, tangible or intangible, into its depths, returning it to the original void, and from that void, extract the essential essence Qin Feng requires.

As for the most important "sustenance" of this seclusion, everything left behind by the thirty thousand fallen Marquises—including their indestructible Dao Seals, their lifelong insights into the laws, their massive vital essence, and even the remnants of the "ultimate" paths they walked—has been thoroughly "digested" by the Primordial Furnace over these ten thousand years.

It was a gluttonous feast.

Massive amounts of essential energy were continuously fed back into Qin Feng’s "Ultimate Body," and this "Silver Body," already impervious to all laws, began a new cycle of metamorphosis under the nourishment of energy sufficient to burst dozens of peak-level Marquises.

Qin Feng can clearly "see" within himself that every fundamental particle of his body has been branded at its core with a microscopic, ultimate imprint of the "Primordial Furnace."

These particles are no longer mere material structures, but rather independent, energy-circulating entities possessing the properties of devouring and refinement.

They were linked to one another in an unfathomably profound manner, forging an unprecedented supernatural material structure. This structure bestowed upon his Silver Body a terrifying pair of attributes—self-repair and energy absorption—erected upon the foundation of being immune to all laws.

Now, if an attack from an ordinary Marquis fell upon him, it would likely fail to stir even a single ripple; instead, it would be instantly absorbed and dismantled by the particulate structure on his body's surface, converting into the purest energy to replenish his own reserves.

"Compared to ten thousand years ago, the strength of my Limit Form has increased by at least thirty percent on its original foundation."

Qin Feng made a precise judgment in his heart.

This thirty percent was not a simple addition of strength, but a fundamental elevation. If his past self of ten thousand years ago was a piece of refined steel, his present self was a superlative divine metal alloyed with memory metals and integrated with an energy conversion core. Its resilience, plasticity, and combat endurance could no longer be spoken of in the same breath.

Secondly, his accumulation of knowledge and secret arts had reached an unprecedented peak.

This achievement was primarily credited to his mechanical avatar, the Vanguard, who sat thousands of miles away ruling the Qin Feng Cosmic City.

During the ten thousand years Qin Feng's true body had spent in secluded cultivation, the Vanguard had not paused for even a single moment.

Over this millennium, the avatar had dismantled, categorized, and modeled the hundreds of millions of Marquis-level secret arts that Qin Feng had brought out from the Human Sacred Academy, seeking their common laws and underlying logic.

Then, using Qin Feng's Path of the Limit as the core framework, it reorganized and wove together these shattered fragments of law.

It discarded ninety-nine percent of the useless data, fusing the remaining one percent of essence into sets of brand-new built-in secret art modules completely tailored to Qin Feng's Limit Form.

This process was akin to installing hundreds of millions of top-tier application software, each with different functions yet perfectly compatible with one another, onto a supercomputer that already possessed peak performance.

Every breath Qin Feng took, every heartbeat, and every circulation of energy unconsciously followed the optimal paths set by these secret art modules.

His combat instincts, energy conversion efficiency, law resistance, and physical striking capability... everything had attained a massive upgrade through this subtle, imperceptible reformation.

"The inheritance of King Guluo, the heritage of the Sacred Academy... have raised the strength of my Limit Form by another thirty percent."

Qin Feng could not help but marvel inwardly as he felt the harmonious, self-consistent power within his body, which seemed to contain infinite mysteries.

With two rounds of empowerment superimposed, the comprehensive strength of his Limit Form had surged by more than sixty percent compared to ten thousand years ago.

This meant that although his realm remained that of a Peak Marquis, his true combat power had already far exceeded the boundaries defined by this realm.

He now possessed a powerful confidence that if he were to face that army of eighty thousand Marquises again, he would not even need to spend a century; perhaps only ten years, or even less, would suffice to slaughter them completely!

Finally, the third harvest concerned that genuine god-level secret art—the Nine Tribulations Combat Codex.

At the mention of this, even with Qin Feng's current state of mind, a bitter smile could not help but surface.

Too difficult.

It was simply too difficult!

A divine art truly deserved to be a supreme method crowned with the name of God.

It possessed a fundamental dimensional difference from the secret arts of the Marquis, King, or even Emperor levels.

If the latter were deep applications and developments based on existing cosmic laws, then a divine art was the modification and redefinition of the cosmic laws themselves!

Cultivating the Nine Tribulations Combat Codex was not as simple as methodically circulating energy and comprehending laws. It was more akin to a fundamental remodeling of one's own existence.

Its general principles were profoundly mysterious; just the opening characters contained a vast volume of information sufficient to cause the soul of a King-level expert to collapse.

Qin Feng had spent thousands of years just to barely comprehend the core essence of the first layer.

The first layer corresponded to the Marquis Chapter, and its core held only one objective—the amplification of the Dao Seal.

Yet this so-called amplification was a concept beyond imagination.

It demanded the cultivator use their own will as a carving knife and the cosmic origin as ink to engrave a complete Divine Tribulation Seal, stroke by stroke, upon their own Dao Seal.

The complexity of this Divine Tribulation Seal surpassed any formation or rune within Qin Feng's knowledge. It seemed to be the materialization of cosmic catastrophes, brimming with the supreme truths of destruction, rebirth, cycle, and termination.

For ten thousand years, Qin Feng had expended nearly ninety percent of his energy trying to conquer this divine art.

However, even up to the moment of his emergence, he had only successfully engraved a negligible stroke upon that massive Divine Tribulation Seal, with the progress not even reaching one percent.

"Extrapolating at this speed, to completely finish cultivating the first layer of the Nine Tribulations Combat Codex would likely require at least a hundred thousand years of bitter labor."

Qin Feng estimated in his mind, shaking his head involuntarily.

A hundred thousand years—and this was under the premise that he possessed a Pure Black quality soul with extraordinary comprehension, alongside

Every gaze was riveted upon the seven slowly rotating abysses, eyes brimming with gravity, anticipation, and greed.

They were all waiting.

Waiting for the seven abysses to open.

According to the revelations of the cosmic will, the rules governing the Seven Abysses were singular.

Beings below the rank of Sovereign could enter safely to explore the boundless opportunities left behind by the fallen gods.

Yet, any powerhouse at the rank of Sovereign or above would be instantly obliterated by the residual divine will and shattered laws within.

The Marquises entered the abysses to scavenge the outer perimeters for divine blood, god-gold, and fragments of shattered artifacts—secondary resources, yet still of immense value.

But for the Kings of the various races, there was only one objective: Divine Arts!

They would enter the temples themselves to seize the ultimate power.

At this moment, the vast factions had clearly demarcated their positions around the seven abysses.

The human race, leading a coalition of close allies, occupied the areas surrounding three of the entrances.

Their formation was austere; war fortresses exuding an aura of iron and blood were linked together, forging an impenetrable steel defense that radiated a unified and formidable presence.

At the other four entrances stood the Alliance of Myriad Races, spearheaded by the peak civilizations: the Demon, Troll, Zerg, and Machine races.

Their camp was far more chaotic, a hodgepodge of bizarre flying palaces, demonic hives, and biological warships. Though their auras were discordant, the sheer magnitude of their collective malice and greed felt like a primordial beast poised to devour, chilling to the bone.

Though war had not yet erupted, the hair-trigger tension had plunged the temperature of the void to freezing.

In the heart of the human encampment, surrounded by the auras of countless powerhouses, lay a quiet sanctuary.

There was no clamor here, only four figures standing like pillars of the sea, suppressing the void around them.

One was a man of hulking stature with flowing black hair; merely sitting there, he seemed capable of swallowing the cosmos whole. This was Qin Feng’s master, the Heaven-Swallowing King.

Beside him, wreathed in violent thunder that seemed to rend the stars, sat the hot-tempered and peerless Thunderstorm King.

Beyond them were two other Kings.

One was an elder in simple linen robes, his presence as vast and boundless as the starry sky; he was the Star River King, ranked among the very highest on the human King List.

The other was a seemingly gentle middle-aged woman whose eyes held the flickering shadows of ten thousand swords; known as the Yaoguang King, she was equally renowned on the King List.

These four served as the interim command for the human operation at the Seven Abysses.

Their presence formed an absolute domain, shielding them from all outside prying.

Suddenly, the Heaven-Swallowing King’s eyes snapped open, a flash of indescribable joy erupting from pupils that seemed capable of consuming all existence.

"Hahaha, the lad is here!"

The Thunderstorm King, the Star River King, and the Yaoguang King sensed it at the same moment, turning their gazes toward the edge of the domain.

A silver-white streak of light appeared, ignoring the layers of defensive arrays and divine scans surrounding the human camp. Like a drop of water merging into the sea, it silently pierced their domain and materialized before the four.

As the light faded, it revealed Qin Feng’s calm and resolute face.

"Master, Senior Thunderstorm, and both esteemed seniors."

Qin Feng bowed slightly to the four, neither arrogant nor servile.

"Qin Feng!"

The Heaven-Swallowing King stepped forward, his fan-like hand clapping heavily onto Qin Feng’s shoulder, his eyes filled with undisguised excitement and pride. "Good! Good! Good! How long has it been? You’ve already ascended to the rank of Marquis!"

He could clearly feel the power within Qin Feng; though restrained to the extreme, its essence and quality far surpassed any peak Marquis he had ever encountered.

"It seems the [Primordial Fire] and your 'Path of Extremity' are a perfect match!"

The Thunderstorm King let out a booming laugh, his voice like rolling thunder, filled with satisfaction. "An Extreme Marquis! A true 'Extreme Marquis'!

How many years has it been since the cosmic will bestowed such a title?

Those old fossils who also walked the 'Divine Path' are all hiding in the shadows, hoarding their strength in some forgotten corner, waiting to shock the world in this Golden Age.

Now that you have claimed the [Primordial Fire], you have left them far behind at the starting line!"

The Thunderstorm King’s words were laced with pride.

Those who walked the "Divine Path" were monsters of their respective eras, each a future threat.

For Qin Feng, as the human walker of the Divine Path, to gain such a massive head start was a shot of adrenaline for the entire race.

"Indeed," the Star River King added, stroking his beard with a smile of admiration. "To slay thirty thousand Marquises while still a Domain Lord—such a feat is unprecedented in history. Qin Feng, your achievements deserve the most glorious page in our human chronicles. You are truly worthy of the title 'Extreme Marquis'."

The Yaoguang King nodded slightly, a hint of approval in her cold eyes. "Your aura is integrated and flawless. Your foundation is more solid than I could have imagined."

Facing the praise of the four Kings, Qin Feng remained calm; he knew this was no time for pleasantries.

He went straight to the point. "Master, seniors, I have brought something that may be vital to our upcoming operation."

As he spoke, he opened his palm, and a jade slip shimmering with faint golden light, composed of pure information, materialized.

"This is..."

The Heaven-Swallowing King and the others arched their brows, sensing the unique aura of the cosmic will within it.

"This is the reward granted by the cosmic will upon my completion of the mission," Qin Feng explained. "A complete map of the temple inside the Seven Abysses."

"What?!"

At these words, even these four top-tier Kings, who had weathered countless storms, wore expressions of utter shock.

A map of the temple!

They knew exactly what this meant!

The interior of the Seven Abysses was fraught with peril, and the temple itself was riddled with divine prohibitions; one wrong step meant total annihilation.

A complete map, certified by the cosmic will itself, was of immeasurable value!

It meant avoiding every lethal trap, reaching the core where the Divine Arts were stored, and gaining an insurmountable lead over the myriad races right from the start!

"Good! This is excellent!"

The Heaven-Swallowing King took the jade slip with trembling hands, his divine sense sweeping over it, his joy intensifying. "It is authentic! With this, our chances of seizing a Divine Art increase by at least fifty percent!"

Qin Feng shook his head, his voice low. "Master, my thought is that we should not seek to take it all."

"Oh?"

The four Kings looked at him.

Qin Feng continued, "According to the information I received, the Divine Art inheritance is divided into seven parts, stored in seven independent yet interconnected chambers.

Our goal should not be greed, but to concentrate all our strength, utilize the map's advantage, and at any cost, move with lightning speed to seize just one of them!"

His eyes gleamed with rationality. "If we succeed in taking one, the Alliance of Myriad Races can gather at most six. An incomplete Divine Art will have its value and threat significantly diminished. In this way, our strategic goal will be achieved."

Hearing Qin Feng’s words, the Heaven-Swallowing King and the others were stunned, then fell into deep thought.

A moment later, all four looked at him with profound relief and admiration.

They were pleased not only by the map Qin Feng had brought, but by the clarity, rationality, and the grand perspective he displayed—placing the interests of the race above personal glory.

He could easily have kept the map for himself, leveraging its secrets to secure the greatest personal gain within the temple. Yet he did not; instead, he chose to reveal it at once, proposing the most prudent strategy for the collective benefit of all mankind.

Such character, such magnanimity—these are the qualities that define a true leader.

"Qin Feng,"

The Heaven-Swallowing King folded the map, gazing solemnly at his disciple as he spoke in a low, resonant voice, "You are right. We had lost our way in our own obsessions."

"A heart tethered to the fate of humanity."

The Galaxy King sighed with deep emotion, "To have a prodigy such as you is the greatest fortune of our race!"

In this moment, the four supreme monarchs of humanity looked upon the young man before them, as if catching a glimpse of the hope and the very backbone of their people's future.

With such a brilliant scion among us, how could the coming golden age not flourish!

(End of chapter)