Chapter 343: Fierce Battle with the Plundering Heaven King, Accidentally Entering the Divine Tomb! Shocking Heavenly Secret Treasure!

Chapter 343: Fierce Battle with the Sky-Plunderer, Straying into the Divine Tomb! A Heaven-Shocking Treasure!

"A mere Marquis, yet capable of speed rivaling a common King. You harbor more secrets than I ever imagined."

"With such a foundation, if allowed to grow, you would surely become a grave threat. Today, you must die."

The Sky-Plunderer’s black wings gave a gentle flutter; without a sound or tremor, his figure vanished from where he stood.

In the next heartbeat, he appeared just behind Qin Feng, his speed a fraction faster even than Qin Feng’s, who was burning his very essence to flee!

Two streaks of light, one silver and one black, staged a chase of ultimate velocity through the deathly silence of the grey abyss.

Qin Feng focused his divine sense to its limit, constantly sensing the aura of death clinging to him like a maggot in the bone. He was horrified; the Sky-Plunderer’s speed defied everything he knew of the King-tier.

A common King could never sustain such a terrifying, extreme velocity.

"Is this also a part of his 'Divine Path'?"

The thought flashed through Qin Feng’s mind.

He pushed himself to the absolute limit, his figure twisting through the complex terrain, hoping to use the environment to shake off his pursuer.

Yet, no matter how he turned or accelerated, the black streak behind him maintained a subtle distance—neither too far nor too close—like a falcon toying with its prey, brimming with absolute confidence and control.

This sensation left Qin Feng feeling suffocated.

Just as he passed through a belt of chaotic meteorites, thinking he might catch a moment’s breath, an unprecedented sense of crisis erupted from all directions!

He slammed to a halt, scanning his surroundings.

There, appearing out of the void, were nine colossal black feathers.

Each feather stood ten thousand feet tall, inscribed with dense, golden runes that connected in an arcane trajectory, forming a massive cage that sealed him within!

"A formation!"

Qin Feng’s pupils contracted.

He hadn't even noticed when the formation was laid! It was like a phantom’s work!

The Sky-Plunderer’s figure slowly emerged outside the array. He looked at the trapped Qin Feng with indifferent eyes: "My 'Sky-Plundering Divine Feathers' are a formation unto themselves. Along your path of flight, I have casually laid nine thousand, nine hundred and ninety-nine killing arrays. You thought you were escaping, but in truth, you were merely stepping into the grave I prepared for you."

Before the words faded, the nine giant feathers shuddered in unison!

"Hum—!"

Infinite golden runes surged from the feathers, transforming into billions of razor-sharp golden blades that rained down upon Qin Feng from every angle, leaving no blind spot!

Each blade carried enough power to easily tear through the flesh of a peak Marquis!

"Break for me!"

Qin Feng roared; at the brink of life and death, he held nothing back.

The Primordial Furnace Dao Seal manifested behind him, erupting with a torrential devouring force that formed a massive black vortex, attempting to swallow the rain of blades.

Yet, the moment the golden blades touched the vortex, they did not vanish—they detonated!

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!!!

A chain of explosions erupted madly within the formation. The terrifying energy shockwaves caused Qin Feng’s Primordial Furnace Dao Seal to tremble violently, fine cracks spiderwebbing across its surface.

"It is useless."

The Sky-Plunderer’s voice was like a god’s judgment: "My formation suppresses all laws. Your Dao Seal cannot consume it."

Seeing his seal on the verge of collapse, a flash of ferocity crossed Qin Feng’s eyes.

He abandoned defense, gathering all his power into his spear, and launched a desperate, violent strike at a node of the formation!

"Break!"

Trading injury for a chance, he endured the agony of countless golden blades exploding against his Silver-White Body, turning his spear into a black ray that tore the heavens, driving it deep into the base of one of the black feathers!

That was the weakest point of the formation’s energy flow before it had fully stabilized!

"Crack!"

A crisp sound rang out; under Qin Feng’s desperate strike, a fissure was forced into the giant feather!

The entire formation’s operation stuttered for an imperceptible moment.

Now!

Seizing the fleeting opportunity, Qin Feng turned into a streak of light, forcing his way through the crack and fleeing into the distance without looking back.

"Oh?"

A flicker of surprise crossed the Sky-Plunderer’s eyes again: "To find the only gate of life the moment my formation closed? Your understanding of arrays exceeds my imagination."

Far from being angry, his lips curled into an intrigued smile.

"The game has become more interesting."

He flickered and vanished once more, resuming his unhurried pursuit.

And so, a chase long enough to drive any soul to despair began its bloody prologue.

The first hundred years.

Qin Feng lived on the edge of a blade. The Sky-Plunderer’s arrays were endless and unfathomable.

Sometimes, he would step into seemingly ordinary mist, only to find space stretched infinitely, turning into a gravity labyrinth from which he could never escape, every step heavy as carrying a star.

He could only detonate his essence time and again, using brute force to shatter the barriers of space.

Sometimes, he would encounter a rain of meteors falling from the sky on a desolate plain.

The moment those meteors hit the ground, they transformed into runic puppets with the combat strength of high-level Marquises, attacking him without fear of death.

He had to carve a bloody path, and every battle consumed massive amounts of his stamina and essence.

The most dangerous moment came when he was shrouded in an invisible "Nirvana Heart Array."

The formation silently invaded his mind, stirring the deepest negative emotions to make his Dao heart collapse and drive him to self-destruction.

Had he not endured a 150,000-year war of the spirit within the illusions of the Blood God Khorne, his will tempered to be indestructible, he would have long since become a walking corpse.

A century of time passed; the wounds on Qin Feng’s body grew, and his pride, the Silver-White Body, was now covered in hideous scars and cracks, with white bone exposed in places.

His Primordial Furnace Dao Seal was like a cracked porcelain vessel, ready to shatter at any moment.

His internal energy was long exhausted. Every escape and every broken array forced him to squeeze the very essence of his Dao Seal.

But he was still alive.

This century of life-and-death tempering was not entirely in vain.

In his repeated confrontations with the Sky-Plunderer’s "divine" arrays, Qin Feng’s understanding of his own power and his insight into the "Path of the Limit" deepened at an incredible speed.

He gradually realized that the Sky-Plunderer’s strength did not stem from pure power. The man walked a "Divine Path" centered on arrays, control, and calculation.

It was a path diametrically opposed to his own, filled with wisdom, technique, and exquisite precision.

This realization brought Qin Feng an unprecedented sense of powerlessness.

His proud physique and strength felt like a brute with nothing but raw force before his opponent, restrained at every turn, unable to touch the core of the man.

Even with everything he had, he could not win.

For the first time in his life, a sense of such profound despair took hold of him.

Yet, he did not surrender.

The instinct for survival, coupled with an unyielding will, sustained his flight.

More importantly, he could not simply perish here; his death had to be witnessed by all, so that he might cultivate in peace after his inevitable resurrection.

The fifth century arrived.

The hunt continued unabated.

The Sky-Plundering King seemed determined to toy with Qin Feng until the very end, his methods growing increasingly ruthless.

No longer content with mere killing formations, he began to exploit the natural perils of this abyss.

In a region known as the "Rotting Bone Deep Pool," the Sky-Plundering King stirred the corrosive death energy that had accumulated for eons, forging a "Myriad Spirit Corpse-Dissolving Array" that spanned several light-years.

Trapped within, Qin Feng’s [Silver Body] saw its regenerative powers suppressed for the first time; his flesh was relentlessly corroded and dissolved, the agony piercing to the marrow—a pain sufficient to drive even a titled king to madness.

He ultimately relied on the [Void Black Flame] to shield his core, carving a path of survival through that death trap, though his condition plummeted to its nadir.

Two hundred years passed.

In a chaotic zone riddled with spatial fissures, the Sky-Plundering King used supreme arts to chain millions of these tears into an unprecedented "Star-Domain Grinding Mill."

Qin Feng struggled through the fray, his body lacerated by thousands of bone-deep wounds, narrowly avoiding being swallowed by unknown dimensions into eternal oblivion.

A millennium might be but a fleeting meditation for the powerful in the outside world.

But for Qin Feng, trapped in this endless pursuit, every minute and every second was a torment.

His consciousness began to blur.

The cracks upon his Dao Seal were countless, dense as a spiderweb, the light of his origin dimmed to the point of extinction, flickering as if it might vanish at any breath.

He could no longer recall how many times he had brushed against death, nor how much of his origin he had burned. He knew only one thing: run, he must keep running.

It had become a primal instinct.

On this day, he dragged his shattered frame, moving mechanically through a range of grey mountains.

His senses, dulled by the excessive exhaustion of his origin, were failing him.

Suddenly, a familiar and violent aura, like a thunderclap in the dead of night, erupted from ahead!

That presence was filled with the tyranny and destruction of lightning!

It was... the Thunder-Storm King!

Qin Feng’s near-dry will felt as if a spring of clear water had been poured into it, and he jolted into sudden clarity!

He summoned his last ounce of strength, stumbling toward the source of that aura.

"Senior Thunder-Storm King!"

He poured his remaining mental energy into a desperate cry.

Almost simultaneously, the Sky-Plundering King behind him sensed the presence of another kingly aura that was not his own.

For the first time in a thousand years of pursuit, his brow furrowed slightly.

"A titled king of the human race?"

His figure, like a bolt of black lightning, instantly bypassed Qin Feng and appeared above the mountain range.

On the other side of the peaks, a burly figure bathed in purple lightning stood wielding a massive, crackling axe, locked in battle with an abyssal beast the size of a star. It was indeed the human Thunder-Storm King!

"You?"

The Thunder-Storm King cleaved the beast’s skull in two, sensing the cold, domineering aura of the Sky-Plundering King, and turned his head, his purple eyes flashing with gravity.

Then, he saw Qin Feng behind them, flickering like a candle in the wind, on the verge of being extinguished.

The Thunder-Storm King’s face darkened instantly, and a sky-shattering rage erupted from his body!

"Qin Feng! How have you come to this state?!"

He stepped forward, appearing instantly beside Qin Feng, pouring a vast surge of thunder origin into his body to stabilize his collapsing Dao Seal.

"Sky-Plundering King!"

The Thunder-Storm King’s gaze, like two materialized bolts of lightning, locked onto the figure ahead. "Was this your doing?!"

The Sky-Plundering King remained indifferent, ignoring the rage: "Human King, this does not concern you. This is a fated struggle between practitioners of the 'God’s Path.' I advise you not to interfere."

"A fated struggle? To hell with your fate!"

The Thunder-Storm King, known for his explosive temper, cursed aloud. "If you dare touch him, you make an enemy of the entire human race! Today, I shall cleave you in two!"

Before the words had faded, the Thunder-God Axe in his hand whipped up a mountain of lightning, descending upon the Sky-Plundering King with the force of creation.

"Foolish."

The Sky-Plundering King snorted, his black wings folding to shield his front.

"Clang—!"

The axe collided with the wings, a deafening roar echoing through the void.

Violent thunder and eerie runes clashed and annihilated one another, the resulting energy storm leveling the mountains for several light-years around!

A world-shaking battle of kings had begun!

Yet, at that very moment, several more formidable auras arrived in haste from different directions.

"Thunder-Storm, why such rage?"

A gentle voice resonated as the figure of the Heaven-Swallowing King emerged slowly from the void.

Following him, two other top-tier titled kings of the human race arrived in tandem.

They had clearly been drawn by the fluctuations of the battle.

When they saw the mortally wounded Qin Feng and the Sky-Plundering King confronting the Thunder-Storm King, their expressions turned icy.

"Sky-Plundering King, you have a lot of nerve!"

The Heaven-Swallowing King’s voice was soft, yet the killing intent within it caused the temperature of the entire abyss to plummet.

Four top-tier human kings surrounded the Sky-Plundering King, their four distinct yet equally terrifying kingly auras locking him in place.

The Sky-Plundering King’s expression finally shifted.

He was powerful, even arrogant enough to believe he could defeat any one of them in single combat, save for the Heaven-Swallowing King.

But against four peers of equal standing, he had no chance of victory.

He cast a deep look at Qin Feng, who was now shielded by the others, the longing and frustration in his eyes nearly overflowing.

He knew that today, he could not kill this Dao Fruit.

"Hmph."

The Sky-Plundering King snorted, offering no parting threats. With a flap of his wings, his form dissolved into a streak of black light, merging with the void and vanishing without a trace.

He departed with absolute decisiveness.

In truth, the thousand-year hunt for Qin Feng had been, for him, nothing more than an unexpected interlude.

His original plan had been to enter the temple first to seize the divine arts, bolster his own strength, and then emerge to slowly torment Qin Feng.

After all, in his eyes, a discovered prey could never escape the grasp of his palm.

Yet he had not expected to encounter Qin Feng prematurely on the road, nor had he anticipated that this "prey" possessed a resilience far beyond his imagination, enduring for a thousand years in his hands before finally drawing out the kings of the human race.

"So be it, the divine arts take precedence."

This was the final thought that flickered through the Sky-Plundering King's mind before he departed. Seeing the Sky-Plundering King retreat, the human kings finally breathed a sigh of relief. The Heaven-Swallowing King immediately approached Qin Feng to inspect his injuries, his expression growing increasingly grave.

"Your Dao Seal is nearly shattered, your essence less than a tenth remains... what on earth have you endured these past thousand years?"

Qin Feng offered a bitter smile. Nourished by the essence of the Thunderstorm King and the Heaven-Swallowing King, he finally caught his breath and briefly recounted his encounter with the Sky-Plundering King and the millennium of pursuit that followed.

Upon hearing this, all the titled kings present fell into a long, heavy silence.

After a long while, the Thunderstorm King patted Qin Feng heavily on the shoulder, his eyes filled with shock and approval: "Good lad... to survive a thousand years under the hunt of an old monster like the Sky-Plundering King... you have every right to be proud!"

"Let's put that aside for now, we must restore him quickly."

The Heaven-Swallowing King produced a fruit radiating a rich aura of life and placed it into Qin Feng's mouth. "This is no place to linger. The Sky-Plundering King's target is also the temple; we must reach it as soon as possible."

The others nodded.

Under the escort of the human kings, Qin Feng finally escaped the jaws of death.

They no longer tarried on the periphery, transforming into several streams of light, following the guidance from the depths of the abyss, and flying at full speed toward that legendary temple.

...

Time flowed on, and in the blink of an eye, several more decades passed.

Qin Feng had consumed many rare treasures, and his injuries were mostly healed, though he still appeared somewhat frail.

On this day, as Qin Feng traversed a strange woodland composed of countless floating crystals, his divine sense suddenly captured a trace of extremely faint, yet incredibly pure, spatial essence fluctuation.

"This is..."

His heart stirred, and he immediately followed the ripple.

Deep within a cluster of crystals, he discovered a narrow vein of ore. At the end of the vein, a strange crystal about the size of an infant's fist, translucent and seemingly containing countless stars being born and dying within, was quietly embedded in the rock wall.

"Void Marrow Crystal!"

Qin Feng's breath hitched sharply.

This was the supreme treasure recorded in the ancient texts, formed only when the essence of sub-space permeates the material realm and settles over billions of years!

It possessed miraculous efficacy for repairing Dao Seals damaged by spatial forces!

And his own Dao Seal, having been repeatedly bombarded by the Sky-Plundering King's formations and subjected to the desperate, forced spatial jump at the end, was already riddled with hidden wounds caused by the laws of space.

For him, this Void Marrow Crystal was a tailor-made panacea!

However, just as he prepared to step forward to claim the treasure, three figures flashed from the shadows of the crystal cluster, blocking his path.

These three were titled marquises from the "Thousand-Legged" race; their lower bodies were grotesque, multi-legged forms, while their upper bodies were identical to humans, their auras cold and eerie.

The leader was already a high-level titled marquis.

"Human, this Void Marrow Crystal was discovered by our race first. If you are wise, leave at once."

The lead Thousand-Legged Marquis spoke in a hoarse voice, his eyes filled with vigilance and greed.

Qin Feng's aura was currently restrained, and with his injuries not yet fully healed, he appeared to be nothing more than an ordinary, weakened mid-level titled marquis, failing to command their full respect.

"Begone."

Qin Feng's reply was but a single word.

"You court death!"

The Thousand-Legged Marquis flew into a rage. Without further ado, he kicked off with his hundred legs, his form blurring into an afterimage as two bone blades shimmering with toxic light crossed to slash at Qin Feng's neck!

The other two Thousand-Legged Marquises launched their attacks simultaneously, sealing off Qin Feng's retreat from both sides.

Facing the siege of the three, Qin Feng's expression remained entirely unmoved.

He did not even employ his spear; just as the enemy's bone blades were about to strike, he slowly raised his right hand.

Then, he threw a punch.

No laws, no Dao Seal, only the pure, extreme power of a physical body tempered a thousand times and honed through ten thousand trials!

"Boom——!!!"

A terrifying force, indescribable in words, erupted from the center of Qin Feng's fist!

The air before him was instantly annihilated by the blow, forming a zone of absolute vacuum!

The hideous smile on the face of the lead Thousand-Legged Marquis instantly froze.

He felt an irresistible, terrifying force—as if the entire universe were crashing into him—instantly impact his bone blades.

"Crack!"

Those two bone blades, comparable to high-level marquis-grade secret treasures, snapped instantly!

Following that, the force continued unabated, slamming solidly into his chest.

"Puff!"

No scream, no struggle.

The upper body of this fierce, high-level titled marquis, along with his Dao Seal and soul, were completely and cleanly erased by this single punch, reduced to the most basic particles.

One punch, a high-level titled marquis, body and soul utterly destroyed!

The attacks of the other two Thousand-Legged Marquises, only halfway through, were stopped dead in their tracks, their hearts shattered by the bloody and shocking scene before them.

What had they just witnessed?

A sickly-looking human had... punched a high-level titled marquis into oblivion?!

"Run!"

This was the only thought in their minds.

However, Qin Feng gave them no further chance. His figure split in two like a phantom, his left and right hands reaching out simultaneously to easily seize the necks of the two marquises.

The power of the [Primordial Furnace] erupted.

After two short, sharp cries, the crystal woodland returned to a deathly silence.

Qin Feng casually disposed of the remains and walked to the rock wall, carefully prying loose the Void Marrow Crystal.

A refreshing surge of spatial essence caused his crack-ridden Dao Seal to emit a comfortable "groan."

He did not refine it immediately, for he sensed that something else seemed to be hidden at the source of this ore vein.

He followed the vein deep into the earth, descending tens of thousands of kilometers until he arrived at a massive subterranean cavern.

At the center of the cavern lay a collapsed ancient ruin.

Amidst the broken walls and rubble, one could vaguely discern that this had once been a magnificent altar.

And at the very heart of the altar, an ancient formation, long buried under dust and debris, was emitting a faint, rhythmic spatial fluctuation. That ripple originated from the same source as the Void Marrow Crystal, yet it was billions of times more vast and profound.

"A teleportation formation?"

Qin Feng’s brow furrowed slightly.

He could sense that this formation was unimaginably ancient and of a terrifyingly high order, its underlying spatial laws far exceeding the limits of his comprehension.

His instincts screamed that he should not linger, yet the center of the array seemed to exert a strange, magnetic pull upon his soul.

Qin Feng approached with extreme caution, attempting to probe the core structure of the formation with his divine sense.

However, the moment his consciousness touched the heart of the array, a sudden, violent transformation erupted!

Hum—!!!

The entire ancient teleportation formation, like a primordial beast waking from a deep slumber, instantly exploded with a blinding, silver radiance!

An irresistible, vast, and oceanic force of space engulfed Qin Feng in a heartbeat.

Before he could even react, his vision plunged into darkness, and he felt his very being pulled and torn asunder, as if he were being decomposed into fundamental particles only to be reconstructed again.

This sensation lasted for but a fleeting instant.

When Qin Feng regained consciousness and control over his body, he found himself in a place entirely beyond recognition.

Here, there was only endless darkness.

No light, no sound, no matter; even the concepts of time and space had become blurred and indistinct.

The only thing that existed was a bone-chilling silence, and a presence... a supreme divine majesty that seemed to tower above the entire universe, compelling all things to bow in submission.

This majesty was not violent, but restrained and dormant, like the lingering will of a fallen deity, still silently suppressing this eternal void.

Qin Feng’s heart grew heavy with unprecedented gravity. He knew that the ancient formation had cast him into a place beyond all imagination.

He slowly opened his eyes, adjusting to the gloom.

Then, he saw it.

Floating within this boundless dark void were countless shimmering, mysterious runes composed of pure, fundamental laws.

These runes were linked in an arcane, intricate fashion, forming a vast, infinite sea of prohibitions!

Each barrier radiated a terrifying aura capable of striking fear into the hearts of even the most powerful monarchs; they stood like loyal sentinels, guarding the tranquility of this darkness.

This scene was vastly different from the Seven Heavens Abyss he had left behind. There was no gray mist, no earth, only pure darkness and these constraints.

But what shook him to his core was that he could feel no guidance from the temples here! It was as if those seven temples existed in a completely different dimension from this place.

"Where... exactly is this?"

Qin Feng murmured to himself, a surge of intense unease rising in his chest.

Subconsciously, he retrieved the golden jade map—the reward from the Universe’s Will—which recorded the weaknesses of the Seven Heavens Abyss temples.

He hoped to find some clue about this place within the map.

Forcing himself to remain calm, he hovered at the edge of this sea of prohibitions and carefully observed the barrier closest to him.

It was a cyclic formation composed of the three fundamental laws of water, fire, and wind. The three forces shifted and transformed before his eyes, creating a perfect closed loop; it appeared simple, yet it contained the profound truths of endless creation.

He looked down at the map and found a barrier with a nearly identical structure, also composed of water, fire, and wind.

However, the map’s method of breaking it was: inject pure earth-elemental law into the "Gate of Life" node to disrupt the internal balance and cause it to self-destruct.

Yet, the flow of energy in the barrier before him moved in the exact opposite direction of the map’s markings!

The "Gate of Life" indicated on the map was, here, a "Gate of Death" where the energy surged most violently! If he were to follow the map’s instructions, the only outcome would be to trigger the entire formation and be blown to smithereens!

"Opposite... it is completely opposite..."

A bolt of lightning seemed to flash through Qin Feng’s mind!

A wild, audacious thought—one that made his own scalp tingle—surged uncontrollably to the surface!

What if...

What if all the methods recorded on the map were meant to be understood in reverse?

Injecting energy becomes extracting energy.

Clockwise rotation becomes counter-clockwise rotation.

The "Gate of Life" is the "Gate of Death," and the "Gate of Death" is the "Gate of Life."

The positive is the negative!

Once this thought took root, it could no longer be suppressed!

Qin Feng’s heart began to hammer violently against his ribs.

He stared fixedly at the water-fire-wind barrier, then glanced back at the map.

On the map, the node corresponding to the "Gate of Death" here was labeled as "Drain."

And in reverse...

Qin Feng took a deep breath, gathered the last sliver of power within him into a needle-thin probe of energy, and, following his subversive hypothesis, carefully pierced the node that the map labeled as "Drain," but which was, in reality, the point of weakest energy!

He met no resistance.

The energy probe easily pierced the core of the barrier.

Then, following the exact reverse of the map’s instructions, he guided the cyclic flow of water, fire, and wind in the opposite direction.

"Hum..."

A faint, almost imperceptible vibration.

The internal energy flow of the once-perfectly cyclic barrier was suddenly cut off at the source, instantly collapsing into chaos.

A mere heartbeat later, the entire barrier dimmed, dissolving into pure law particles that vanished into the dark void.

He had succeeded...

It had actually... truly succeeded!

Qin Feng stood frozen, stunned in place, the golden jade slip in his hand suddenly feeling as heavy as a billion stars!

An unprecedented chill surged from the base of his spine to the top of his skull!

He finally understood!

The map granted to him by the Universe’s Will was never intended for those seven temples from the start!

The seven temples were a trial ground for the "Living," a place of opportunity left by gods for their descendants.

And here...

This was the forbidden land of the "Dead," the exact opposite of life!

The methods to break the seven temples, when reversed, were the keys to traversing this place!

"Temples... God’s Tomb..."

Qin Feng’s lips trembled slightly as he uttered these words that made his very soul shudder.

By some twist of fate, he had stumbled into... a tomb of gods!

Following the immense shock came a surge of boundless ecstasy and equally infinite dread.

The tomb of a god!

The hidden opportunities within, I fear, would eclipse the combined wonders of those seven divine temples!

Yet, by the same token, the perils concealed therein are surely beyond all human comprehension.

He forced his turbulent emotions into stillness, beginning to venture with utmost caution into the depths of this sea of forbidden seals.

He did not rush in search of earth-shattering treasures.

He knew well that within such a divine tomb, the slightest flicker of greed or negligence could invite a swift and certain death.

Relying solely on the "reverse map" in his hand, he meticulously unraveled the outer seals one by one, inching slowly toward the heart of this eternal darkness.

As he journeyed, he found no sign of coffins or the remains of any deity.

The entire tomb was vast, hollow, and deathly silent, as if nothing existed here save for these endless, suffocating barriers.

But Qin Feng’s intuition whispered that the true core of this divine tomb remained hidden at the very edge of that darkness he could not yet pierce.

And the map in his grasp was the only key capable of unlocking the path to that final destination.

(End of chapter)