Chapter 345: The Might of Ten Thousand Kings! Qin Feng Steps into Divine Restriction! Facing Ten Thousand Kings Directly

Chapter 345: The Might of the Myriad Kings! Qin Feng Steps into the Divine Prohibition! Facing the Myriad Kings! Who Dares to Kill Me!

"The volume of my knowledge is still far from sufficient."

Qin Feng engaged in a profound self-analysis.

His "Primal Furnace" Dao Seal, a fusion of the "Undying Tower," "Primal Singularity," and "Void Black Flame," possessed the characteristic of "devouring heaven and earth," essentially a form of ultimate "integration" and "transformation."

This laid a foundation of unparalleled stability and endurance, yet it remained fundamentally distant from forming a complete, self-consistent, and infinitely extensible "Law System."

"References to mundane secret techniques are no longer enough."

He thought of the thirty billion body-refining techniques he had mastered during his three-thousand-year seclusion at the Saint Academy headquarters, the three hundred million artifact-forging legacies inherited from the Ancient Luo King, and the massive amount of combat data parsed after slaying tens of thousands of Marquises.

These fragments of knowledge formed the cornerstone of his current vast library.

At the Marquis realm, this knowledge allowed him to look down upon his peers, even enabling him to elevate "Inch Radiance" into a lethal Marquis-level strike.

However, when the goal is "King-level," especially on this unprecedented "Ultimate Divine Path" he treads, the utility of these techniques began to plummet sharply.

"The requirements of the Divine Path are too high."

Qin Feng sighed inwardly.

"Ordinary secret techniques, even the top-tier Marquis techniques collected by the Saint Academy, can only serve as references or inspirations for me. I can 'use' them, but to 'integrate' their cores into my own Dao Seal is nearly impossible."

Because his "Path of Extremity" is, in essence, a pursuit of the "Absolute" and the "Perfect."

Any external element integrated into his Dao Seal must meet an incredibly high standard of quality; otherwise, it would not strengthen his seal but rather become an "impurity," polluting his foundation and shaking his path.

It is like building a palace of pure gold; no non-gold material, no matter how precious the diamond or how sturdy the black iron, can be used as the primary structure.

"I must create more, higher-quality secret techniques that belong entirely to me. These techniques will become the foundation of my future 'Laws' and the pillars supporting my throne."

"The road ahead is long and arduous; I shall search high and low."

A long, lingering sigh echoed through the empty corridor.

Qin Feng stood up, the confusion and pressure in his eyes transformed into a firmer, deeper will.

He stopped dwelling on distant matters, focusing all his attention on the present.

"No matter how difficult the road ahead, the most important thing now is to finish exploring this divine tomb."

"Here, perhaps, lies the key to breaking my current impasse!"

He took a step forward, with an indomitable resolve, continuing toward the main tomb chamber.

...

Another ten thousand years of time slipped away in silence.

These twenty thousand years of solitary exploration were, for Qin Feng, not just a treasure hunt but an unprecedented tempering of his Dao Heart.

In this isolated environment, devoid of any breath of life, the only thing he could do was converse with himself and his own martial path.

His heart became increasingly calm and transparent, like a mirror washed of all dust, capable of clearly reflecting his own path and direction.

His aura, too, became more introverted and harmonious.

The radiance emitted by the "Silver-White Body" no longer leaked outward but was entirely contained within, making him appear as an ordinary youth in black, save for those eyes, which, when opened or closed, held a fleeting, profound depth that seemed capable of swallowing all things.

Finally, on this day, he reached the end of the corridor.

Before him, the view suddenly opened up.

An incomparably magnificent and vast space appeared before his eyes.

This was the very core of the divine tomb—the main burial chamber.

In the center of the space, contrary to Qin Feng's expectations, there was no single, massive main coffin.

On the contrary, seven enormous stone coffins, identical in style, size, and material, were placed side by side.

The seven coffins were arranged in the pattern of the Big Dipper, exuding a mysterious and profound aura.

And what made Qin Feng's scalp tingle most was—

The lids of these seven coffins were all wide open, and they were empty inside, the deep darkness seemingly capable of swallowing all light.

It was as if the owners of the coffins had long since awakened and departed on their own.

And directly above each open coffin, a black stone tablet, roughly the height of a man, floated silently.

The seven tablets were ancient and unadorned, devoid of any text or patterns on their surfaces, yet they radiated a torrential flood of information, vast as the sea.

This flood of information was not an active attack but a natural emanation; merely by existing there, it exerted unprecedented pressure—and... longing—upon Qin Feng's pure black spiritual power!

His "Primal Furnace" Dao Seal began to tremble violently and uncontrollably at this moment.

Qin Feng's breathing stopped instantly.

His eyes were fixed on the seven stone tablets, his pupils contracting to the limit in a heartbeat.

He had felt this sensation before; he was intimately familiar with the source of this aura!

Divine Technique!

It was the aura of a Divine Technique!

And not fragmented, not singular, but... complete, systematic, yet clearly divided into seven distinct parts!

A thought so absurd that he found it hard to believe struck his mind like a bolt of creation-shattering lightning.

"The Seven Heavens Abyss... Divine Technique fragments..."

"Seven coffins... seven stone tablets..."

Qin Feng stood frozen in place, as if struck by a binding spell, unable to move.

He finally understood.

He finally realized that the so-called "Divine Technique fragments" that were causing such an uproar outside, drawing countless Marquis and King-level powerhouses from across the universe to gather, fight to the death, and spill blood, had their true, complete essence...

Actually all contained within this mysterious divine tomb, which was born alongside the Seven Heavens Abyss!

A massive deception!

A shocking trap that had been playing all the powerhouses of the universe for fools from the very beginning!

After the shock, an endless chill surged up his spine, making his soul tremble.

Who?

Who had laid out such a grand scheme?

Was it that fallen deity?

And what was their purpose?

Countless questions flooded Qin Feng like a tide.

He stared blankly at the seven stone tablets, then at the seven empty coffins, and a more lethal, more mind-boggling question emerged from the deepest part of his heart, occupying his entire mind—

"Then... what is inside the seven divine temples outside?"

...

Inside the main chamber of the divine tomb, there was only deathly silence.

Qin Feng’s gaze swept across the seven open, ancient sarcophagi, finally settling upon the seven legacy stelae hovering above them, each suffused with an aura of immortal Dao.

His brow furrowed, a colossal enigma swirling within his mind.

If the ultimate fortune sought by countless kings fighting in blood and fire outside—the legendary divine art capable of shaking the cosmos—was laid bare here, then what was the purpose of those seven magnificent temples that had drawn so many powerhouses into a frenzy?

Was it a deception spanning eons? A grand facade designed to divert the gaze of the entire universe?

Qin Feng could not fathom it.

The depth of the schemer behind this, and the sheer scale of their handiwork, far exceeded his current comprehension.

He felt as though he had inadvertently stepped into the center of an invisible web woven from the will of gods and the causality of ages.

But for now, he had no time to delve into such earth-shattering secrets.

The opportunity was before him, within his grasp. Regardless of the truth outside, securing these tangible benefits was the wisest choice.

With this thought, Qin Feng hesitated no longer.

He took a deep breath, steadying his mind, which had been stirred by this startling discovery.

With a wave of his hand, the immense power manifested by his Primordial Furnace Dao seal surged forth, like an invisible hand, precisely and gently enveloping all seven legacy stelae.

The stones felt heavy and cold to the touch, the Dao patterns etched upon them seeming to come alive, flowing faintly beneath his fingertips. Meeting no restrictions or obstacles, these fragments, bearing supreme mysteries, were gathered into his possession with ease.

He sat cross-legged in the center of the seven empty coffins, his consciousness sinking into one of the stelae.

Boom!

In an instant, a torrent of vast, indescribable information, like a bursting sea of stars, shattered his mental defenses and flooded the depths of his soul.

This sensation was not unfamiliar to Qin Feng.

He had experienced something similar when he first learned the Ten-Perfect Hands. But this time, the scale and quality of the information torrent were billions of times greater!

If the Ten-Perfect Hands were a rushing river, then what surged into his mind now was a boundless, chaotic ocean composed of the pure concept of "slaughter."

Countless images, runes, and principles of Dao flashed, reorganized, and evolved within his consciousness.

He saw the slash, chop, lift, and thrust of the blade; each basic movement evolved into trillions of subsequent variations, forming exquisite sword arts that pointed directly to the origin of slaughter.

He saw the lightness, weight, cunning, and majesty of the sword; billions of sword-dao philosophies collided and fused, all returning to the single character: "Kill."

He saw the spear, lance, halberd, axe, hook, and fork; every tangible weapon in the world, from the most primitive stone spear to divine armaments capable of piercing stars, had its usage, technique, and killing move demonstrated to the extreme in this torrent.

He even saw the invisible art of slaughter.

A glance, a breath, a syllable, a flicker of thought—all could be transformed into lethal weapons.

This was no longer the realm of "art," but the origin of "Dao" itself!

Qin Feng’s Primordial Furnace Dao seal spun frantically, but its terrifying power, capable of devouring heaven and earth, seemed like a mere whirlpool, powerless against the vast ocean.

Massive amounts of information scoured his Dao seal, and even with his monstrous analytical ability, he felt dizzy, his soul on the verge of being shattered by the infinite essence of "slaughter."

Time lost all meaning in this profound realization.

Within the main tomb, only Qin Feng remained, a figure like a monolith, surrounded by a halo of law-light condensed into substance by his rapidly spinning Dao seal.

Who knows how much time passed—perhaps a thousand years, perhaps five thousand.

Finally, at a certain moment, as Qin Feng managed to unravel a thread of clarity from the information torrent of the seventh stele, he snapped his eyes open.

In those pitch-black pupils, billions of blades seemed to clash and intersect, emitting a terrifying, icy light.

He exhaled a long, turbid breath, which condensed in the air into the shape of a miniature blade, swirling for a moment before slowly dissipating.

"So... that is how it is."

A complex expression of shock, realization, and ecstasy crossed Qin Feng’s face.

"This is not a divine art at all!"

After ten thousand years of arduous analysis and realization, he had finally glimpsed the shocking truth hidden behind the seven stelae.

This was not a "divine art" created by later gods, but one of the manifestations of the eight fundamental laws that accompanied the Great Dao at the birth of the universe!

It was a Primordial Secret Art, standing above all other "arts"!

The eight Primordial Secret Arts each corresponded to one of the eight fundamental concepts of the universe.

And the complete legacy formed by the seven stelae in his hands had but one name—

[Kill]!

The Primordial Secret Art [Kill] contained no fixed moves.

It was the very essence of the Dao of "slaughter."

The infinite evolution of killing methods it contained was not meant to be learned, but served as an "example" for one to understand the nature of "slaughter."

Its true utility was simple and brutal to the extreme: it directly amplified the power of all "slaughter arts" used by the practitioner!

This secret art was divided into seven levels.

Each level mastered doubled the power of every slaughter art one performed!

One level, double the power.

Two levels, quadruple the power.

...

At the seventh level of perfection, it was a terrifying sevenfold amplification!

What made Qin Feng’s heart race even more was that this amplification operated on the underlying logic, at the level of law, ignoring all grades!

This meant that even if he were fortunate enough to learn true god-level or even beyond-god-level slaughter arts in the future, this Primordial Secret Art [Kill] would still amplify them!

What a terrifying concept this was.

Divine arts already represented the pinnacle of a field.

Yet, the Primordial Secret Art could add several times that power on top of that pinnacle!

"Hoo..."

Qin Feng took a heavy breath, forcibly suppressing the turmoil in his heart. He finally understood why this legacy was hidden so deeply and why the grand deception of the seven temples had been laid.

Such a thing, once revealed, would drive every peak race in the universe into a frenzy. Even true gods would likely covet it.

He glanced at the Enlightenment Fruit in his subspace storage unit, produced by Xiao Qi and yet to be used, a flash of determination in his eyes.

Opportunity knocks but once.

With the Golden Age approaching and powerful enemies lurking outside—especially the Heaven-Plundering King who had embarked on the path of godhood, a Damocles' sword hanging over his head—he had to seize every chance to push his strength to a new height.

Without the slightest hesitation, Qin Feng took out the crystalline, Dao-rich Enlightenment Fruit and swallowed it.

The fruit melted upon contact, transforming into a cool, profound energy that coursed through his limbs and bones, finally merging into the origin of his soul.

In an instant, his consciousness seemed to break free from the shackles of his flesh, entering an unprecedented state of "unity between heaven and man."

The previously obscure and chaotic essence of [Kill] became clearer than ever in his perception.

Countless lines of law and trajectories of Dao presented themselves in a way he could understand.

Qin Feng immediately closed his eyes, his mind completely immersed in the realization of the Primordial Secret Art [Kill].

This period of seclusion was more protracted than any that had come before.

Within the main tomb chamber, time flowed in a silent river: ten thousand years, twenty thousand, thirty thousand...

Qin Feng’s figure remained as motionless as a statue.

His aura shifted, at times as sharp as a peerless divine blade, as if to pierce through the very fabric of this tomb, and at others, as contained as an abyss, concealing all killing intent within the void.

Finally, on the last day of the thirty-thousandth year, Qin Feng’s eyes snapped open!

Boom!

Two beams of tangible, murderous divine light erupted from his gaze, striking the indestructible walls of the tomb and leaving behind two bottomless gouges.

An indescribable, terrifying pressure—one that transcended the laws of the universe—burst forth from his body!

"The Primordial Secret Art [Kill], first layer, complete!"

Qin Feng rose slowly, sensing the vastly different power coursing through his veins.

Every cell, every wisp of mental energy, and even the very essence of his soul had been branded with a primitive rune representing "Kill."

With a flick of his will, he channeled his ultimate technique, which he had refined to the peak of the Marquis level: [Inch Glow]!

Hum!

A sliver of silver light, nearly imperceptible, coalesced at his fingertip. Yet, the destructive power contained within this sliver was many times greater than before!

This was due to the doubling of his base stats after mastering the first layer of the "Nine Calamities War Canon."

More importantly, it was the result of the first layer of the Primordial Secret Art [Kill], which had amplified the technique once more!

Under the blessing of these two supreme arts, the might of [Inch Glow] had reached an unfathomable level!

Qin Feng felt clearly as if he had pierced through an invisible membrane separating him from the world.

He could perceive his surroundings with greater clarity and, to a certain extent, use his own power to leverage the domain of a higher life form.

That was... the domain of a King-level powerhouse!

"Divine Prohibition!"

Qin Feng’s chest heaved, his eyes blazing with an unprecedented, brilliant light.

"Finally, through my own accumulation and destiny, I have truly stepped into the 'Divine Prohibition' realm!"

Divine Prohibition was a legendary state.

It was not a specific rank of cultivation, but a manifestation of combat prowess.

It signified that within a major realm, one possessed the terrifying strength to defy and defeat those in the realm above!

A Domain Lord in Divine Prohibition could battle a Marquis!

A Marquis in Divine Prohibition could battle a King!

And at this moment, Qin Feng was the latter!

He carefully assessed his current strength.

With the [Silver Body]’s immunity to all laws, the [Primordial Furnace]’s ability to devour the heavens, and the dual amplification of the "Nine Calamities War Canon" and the Primordial Secret Art [Kill], he had absolute confidence that he could stand toe-to-toe with a newly ascended King, or even slay one!

But that was the limit.

Those Kings who had long been famous, or even peak-level Kings, had laws deeply rooted in the origins of the universe; their application of power was far beyond that of a novice.

Not to mention that among the Kings, there existed monsters who had also stepped into the "Divine Prohibition" realm.

Facing such existences, Qin Feng knew he was still no match.

Yet, even so, this was a qualitative leap!

With his strength surging, Qin Feng’s mindset grew increasingly steady.

He was not intoxicated by his power, but instead continued to explore the main tomb chamber.

Since the complete inheritance of the Primordial Secret Art was hidden here, there might be other unexpected gains.

His gaze was soon drawn to an inconspicuous object in the corner of the chamber.

It was a shattered formation disk, barely one percent of its original size, cast from an unknown bronze and covered in spatial dao patterns so complex they made one’s head spin.

Even as a mere fragment, it radiated a terrifying fluctuation capable of distorting space-time.

"A corner of a Divine Formation disk?"

Qin Feng’s heart stirred.

He could see that the patterns inscribed on this fragment belonged to a highly advanced spatial formation. Its complexity far exceeded any spatial art he had ever witnessed.

If he could obtain this fragment and study it, even if he could not fully replicate the Divine Formation, mastering even one ten-thousandth of its mysteries would cause his attainments in the Way of Space to advance by leaps and bounds.

By then, whether hunting enemies or fleeing for his life, he would possess an incomparable advantage.

This thing was a "trump card" that could teleport him to the ends of the earth at any moment!

Suppressing his inner excitement, Qin Feng approached with caution.

He could feel an extremely subtle restriction surrounding the fragment. It shared the same origin as the other seals in the tomb, yet it felt different, as if it were one of the core hubs of the entire tomb.

He attempted to touch the corner of the disk with the gentlest of mental energies.

However, the moment his fingertip was about to make contact, a sudden change occurred!

Hum—!

The formation fragment, silent for eons, seemed to be instantly activated, erupting with billions of rays of brilliant light. Countless spatial runes shot forth, instantly filling the entire main tomb chamber.

An irresistible, heaven-defying spatial force erupted from the center of the disk!

At the same time, far outside the tomb, the internal space of the entire Seven Heavens Abyss began to undergo a cataclysmic upheaval!

...

Within the First Divine Hall of the First Heaven Abyss.

The human masters, King Devourer and King Thunderstorm, along with dozens of top human Kings, were carefully dismantling the seals of a great hall. Suddenly, the entire temple began to tremble violently without warning.

"What is happening?"

King Thunderstorm’s expression shifted, lightning flickering around his body as he scanned his surroundings with vigilance.

"Space... space is twisting! No, it is overlapping!"

A King proficient in the laws of space cried out in horror, his eyes filled with disbelief.

The ground beneath their feet, the dome above, and the walls around them began to turn illusory and transparent.

Through the layers of spatial phantoms, they could actually see the scenes of other divine halls!

They saw the Kings of the myriad races who should have been in the Second and Third Heaven Abysses!

The world spun, and the heavens shifted.

This sensation lasted for less than a single breath.

When space stabilized once more, everyone was stunned into silence by what lay before them.

They discovered that they were no longer in the original temple, but standing within a colossal, unimaginably magnificent divine hall.

The scale of this temple seemed to be the sum of the previous seven combined!

More importantly, all the King-ranked powerhouses who had been scattered across the seven abysses, fighting their own battles, were now gathered within this brand-new, singular, gargantuan temple!

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

Almost simultaneously, every King-ranked powerhouse made the most instinctive of reactions.

The human Kings, led by the Heaven-Swallowing King and the Thunder-Storm King, instantly tightened their formation, gathering back-to-back to form a battle array capable of both offense and defense.

Every King’s face was etched with gravity and vigilance.

On the other side of the hall, the Kings of the myriad races—from the Feathered, Mechanical, and Insectoid tribes, among dozens of other peak civilizations—also rapidly assembled.

They likewise formed a distinct and massive coalition, their cold, wary, and even murderous gazes locked onto the human side from across the expanse.

The two factions stood in a tense, sword-drawn standoff within this abruptly manifested temple.

The air seemed to have frozen solid.

No one knew what this sudden upheaval signified.

After all, this was a ruin left by the gods of legend; any bizarre occurrence was possible.

In such an unknown environment, any rash move could invite total annihilation.

Amidst this deathly silence and confrontation, a wall directly in front of the hall suddenly began to turn transparent without warning, slowly dissipating like melting ice crystals.

Behind the wall lay not another chamber, but a tomb space filled with the aura of death and immortality.

The gaze of every King was instantly drawn toward it.

They saw, in the center of the tomb, seven open divine coffins radiating an ancient, eternal aura!

"Those are... the seven divine coffins!"

A King of the myriad races gasped, his voice filled with greed and shock.

The legends of the temple were inextricably linked to the number seven.

The seven coffins before them undoubtedly proved they had found the true heart of the ruins!

Yet, in the next second, when their eyes moved past the coffins to the figure standing in the center of the tomb, every pupil contracted to the limit.

A flash of bewilderment crossed the Heaven-Swallowing King’s face, immediately replaced by deep shock and concern.

And in the coalition camp, the Feathered tribe’s prodigy—the Sky-Plundering King, who had been forced back earlier by the Thunder-Storm King and others—shuddered, his eyes erupting with a heat like a stellar explosion!

For they all saw him: the Marquis-ranked youth, Qin Feng, who should have been training in the outer regions of the abyss!

What made them unable to breathe was that Qin Feng was quietly cradling seven archaic stone tablets in his hands!

The aura of the origin, transcending all paths, radiated from those tablets, clearly discernible even across the vast space!

"The seven secret arts... the inheritance of divine arts... they are in Qin Feng’s hands!"

A King of the myriad races roared in a hoarse, distorted voice.

This cry was like a spark thrown into a powder keg.

In an instant, the last shred of reason and vigilance in the eyes of the myriad Kings was replaced by boundless greed and bloodlust!

Divine arts!

A complete inheritance of divine arts!

This was the ultimate goal of their journey!

Now, this supreme fortune was held in the hands of a mere human junior at the Marquis rank!

"Kill him!"

Someone let out a hysterical roar.

"Kill Qin Feng! Take back the divine arts!"

"Boom—!"

In an instant, the auras of tens of thousands of Kings erupted like a collective volcanic explosion, their terrifying murderous intent coalescing into a tangible tidal wave that shook the entire temple!

...

The first to recognize the truth was a King from the Mechanical tribe, his compound eyes flickering with billions of data streams as he instantly analyzed the terrifying volume of information and law fluctuations contained within the seven tablets.

His voice, unlike that of a living creature, carried a greed and fanaticism capable of freezing the cosmos.

This shriek was the spark in the boiling oil, instantly detonating the entire scene.

"Boom—!!!"

Terrifying energies, beyond the power of words to describe, erupted in unison at this moment.

The eyes of the tens of thousands of Kings turned blood-red, their reason devoured by the most primitive and naked greed.

It was a craving for supreme power, a covetousness for the path of transcendence.

Divine inheritance!

A complete divine inheritance!

These four words were enough to drive any King, or even an Emperor-ranked powerhouse, to total madness.

The Golden Age was approaching; whoever obtained a complete divine art held a ticket to the final table.

And now, that ticket was in the hands of that human junior who had only just stepped into the Marquis rank!

"Kill!"

A Demon King, his body wreathed in abyssal flames, offered no empty words; the vast Demon God Dao-seal behind him, capable of obscuring the galaxy, roared into motion. A black beam of light, imbued with the laws of "sinking" and "destruction," ignored the distance of space and struck directly at Qin Feng’s head.

He did not want a capture; he wanted to obliterate Qin Feng as quickly as possible and seize the inheritance!

"Who dares touch my disciple!"

The Heaven-Swallowing King’s hair stood on end, his eyes wide as he let out a heaven-shaking roar.

His terrifying Dao-seal, capable of devouring stars, manifested behind him, transforming into a deep, infinite black hole that suddenly loomed before Qin Feng.

"Protect Qin Feng!"

The Thunder-Storm King was equally incensed, his burly body bathed in billions of lightning bolts, like a god of thunder wielding divine retribution.

He took a step, and the laws of the universe trembled; he threw a punch, and the violent lightning laws coalesced into a thunder dragon that pierced the heavens, roaring to meet the black demonic light.

"Humans, you cannot protect him! He will die today!"

"Hand over the divine arts, and we shall leave your corpse intact!"

The myriad Kings were in a full-scale riot.

In an instant, tens of thousands of attacks, each capable of easily erasing a galaxy, swept toward Qin Feng’s position from all directions, blotting out the sky.

The radiance of laws intertwined, the shadows of Dao-seals obscured everything, and the entire temple space trembled violently under this terrifying power, as if it might collapse at any moment.

In a flash, the war of the Kings erupted in this newly merged, mysterious temple in a way no one had anticipated!

The human Kings, led by the Heaven-Swallowing King and the Thunder-Storm King, acted at the very first moment.

Without a second of hesitation, they instantly formed a battle array, shielding Qin Feng firmly in the center.

Powerful Dao seals belonging to the human race surged upward, some manifesting as immortal divine shields, others evolving into eternal galaxies, and still others condensing into supreme swords of slaughter, crashing violently against the attacks of the myriad-race kings.

"Rumble—!!!"

A terrifying energy storm swept outward, and upon the temple walls, countless arcane and complex golden divine runes were activated, radiating a brilliant light that barely withstood the aftermath capable of destroying all things.

However, everyone immediately sensed that something was wrong.

"Damn it! My laws are being suppressed!"

A king of the demon race cried out in horror. He had intended to summon his Demon God manifestation, only to find the operation of his Dao seals obscure and sluggish, the power of his laws mired as if in a swamp, their potency diminished by at least seventy percent!

"It is the temple's restrictions! The seals here suppress all law-based power at the king level!"

"No! My Dao seals cannot fully unfold!"

Amidst the chaos, the kings of the myriad races discovered with dread that this temple was itself a colossal cage.

The king-level power they took such pride in was fettered here, unable to unleash even a fraction of its true might.

Every attempt to channel their laws triggered the omnipresent restrictions within the temple, inflicting agonizing backlash upon them.

Yet, just as the myriad-race kings scrambled in confusion, hampered at every turn, Qin Feng and the human kings appeared entirely at ease.

"Disciple, share the map!"

The voice of the Heaven-Swallowing King echoed in Qin Feng's mind.

With a flick of his intent, the map—a reward from the universe's will, documenting every weakness and layout of the temple's restrictions—was instantly transmitted to every human king present in the form of a mental imprint.

"So that is how it is!"

"Hahaha, these fools! This is the 'Silence of Ten Thousand Laws' formation; the stronger the law invoked, the greater the backlash!"

"That over there is a 'Spatial Fault.' It looks like a path, but it is actually a trap!"

Having received the map, the human kings were instantly enlightened.

They watched the myriad-race kings, who were flailing like headless flies, suffering under the backlash of the restrictions while trying to attack, and cold smiles of absolute control appeared on their faces.

As for Qin Feng, at the center of this chaos, he remained exceptionally calm.

He chose not to resist head-on, for he knew that even having entered the Divine Forbidden, confronting tens of thousands of kings in a direct clash would still lead to certain death.

His advantage lay in speed, and in his absolute mastery over this temple!

"[Nine Calamities War Code]! [Slaughter]!"

Qin Feng whispered inwardly, activating two god-level secret arts simultaneously.

His aura surged several times over in an instant; his [Silver-White Body] bloomed with immortal radiance, and his [Primordial Furnace] Dao seal spun with unprecedented, frantic speed.

He moved.

With a flash, Qin Feng did not choose to break out toward the exit, but instead charged toward an area that appeared to be the most densely packed with restrictions and the most violently turbulent in energy.

"Is he mad? That is the core of the restrictions!"

A myriad-race king exclaimed.

Yet, the next moment, a scene unfolded that left all his pursuers dumbstruck.

Qin Feng’s footsteps traced seven steps in the void with an incredibly eerie rhythm.

Each step landed precisely upon the nodes of the golden divine runes.

The restriction energy, previously so violent that it could have shredded a king, parted of its own accord the moment Qin Feng passed, yielding a path of absolute safety.

"How is this possible!"

A Stone-race king, hot on Qin Feng’s heels and seeing him about to escape, roared as his massive body transformed into a meteor, crashing forward along Qin Feng’s trajectory.

However, the moment he stepped into that area, the "docile" restriction energy around him erupted instantly!

Billions of spatial blades appeared out of thin air, enveloping him like a storm.

"No—!"

The Stone-race king only had time to let out a shrill scream before his indestructible Divine Stone Dao seal was instantly decomposed and annihilated by the dense cutting of the spatial blades.

A long-renowned king-level powerhouse had not even lasted a single breath before his body and soul were extinguished on the spot!

This sight caused all the pursuing myriad-race kings to gasp in unison, their footsteps faltering.

"The map! He has the map of the temple!"

"The humans know how to break every restriction!"

Panic and fury spread through the hearts of the myriad-race kings.

They finally understood that this hunt had been an unfair game from the very beginning.

They were hunters who had stumbled into a labyrinth, while Qin Feng was the master of that maze!

"Hahaha! A bunch of trash, daring to covet the inheritance of the gods!"

The Thunder-Storm King laughed wildly, following the map’s guidance to strike a blow against a seemingly empty wall.

The divine runes on the wall lit up, and a violent lightning restriction was triggered, transforming into a sea of thunder that instantly swallowed several myriad-race kings.

"Withdraw!"

The Heaven-Swallowing King’s voice reached every human king clearly. "The divine technique is obtained, the mission is complete! Everyone, follow me and leave!"

At his command, all the human kings, who had long been prepared, immediately sprang into action.

They ceased their fighting, following the Heaven-Swallowing King in an arcane formation as they moved rapidly toward the temple’s exit.

Wherever they passed, all restrictions were bypassed or dismantled in the most ingenious ways, their speed reaching the absolute limit.

Qin Feng, meanwhile, had long since transformed into a streak of light, weaving through the incredibly complex maze of restrictions and leaving the myriad-race kings who pursued him far behind.

Under the augmentation of his two god-level secret arts, his speed had reached an inconceivable level, so fast that even the divine senses of king-level powerhouses struggled to lock onto him.

"Pursue! Do not let them escape!"

"Follow the humans' path! The restrictions they break are safe!"

The myriad-race kings were furious and anxious, yet utterly helpless.

They dared not intrude into unknown restricted areas at will; their only recourse was to cling to the heels of the human kings, exiting along the safe passage they had carved out.

For a time, a truly comical scene played out within the temple.

Qin Feng sped along at the very front, the human kings following closely behind, calmly and methodically dismantling the restrictions.

Behind them, tens of thousands of myriad-race kings followed like cattle led by the nose, frustrated and unable to even get within striking distance.

This chase did not last long.

When a flash of light appeared before them and the sensation of being suppressed by the restrictions vanished, everyone realized they had emerged from the temple’s interior space.

They appeared in the cold, dead silence of the cosmic starry sky.

Every king-level powerhouse, whether human or of the myriad races, instinctively looked back the moment they appeared.

At this sight, everyone froze.

The Seven-Day Abyss, once shrouded in endless mist, had vanished completely.

In their place, two colossal behemoths hung suspended in the void.

One was the magnificent structure that had just "spat" them out, a seamless fusion of seven divine temples radiating an aura of supreme majesty.

And the other...

Was something far more ancient, far more vast, and pitch-black, as if it could swallow light itself. Inscribed with countless long-lost divine runes, it exhaled an aura of death and immortality that made even the Kings tremble—a Divine Tomb!

The main chamber where Qin Feng had once hidden, the place where he had claimed every inheritance, now floated silently beside the temple, revealing its existence to the entire universe.

"A Divine Tomb... it is actually a Divine Tomb!"

"The truth of the Seven Heavens is not seven temples, but one temple and one tomb!"

"Qin Feng... he not only obtained the divine arts of the temple, he entered that tomb!"

Every King was rendered utterly speechless. They finally understood that what they had schemed and fought for within the temple was perhaps merely "bait" cast by the gods, while the true treasure, the tomb itself, had been claimed by Qin Feng alone from the very beginning.

Amidst this deathly silence, a roar filled with boundless jealousy and incitement suddenly exploded in the ears of every King.

"Qin Feng has seized the entire divine inheritance!"

A Zerg King, who had caught a fleeting glimpse of the tomb’s interior while hunting Qin Feng, screamed with hysterical intensity, pouring every ounce of his strength into the cry.

"I saw it! I saw it with my own eyes! Inside that tomb, mountains of divine weapons! Countless divine elixirs! Everything, all of it, was stolen by Qin Feng alone!"

These words, nine parts false and one part true, possessed a demonic power capable of destroying everything.

Like a fuse touching a powder keg, it instantly ignited the string of "greed" in the hearts of every King of the myriad races.

Divine weapons! Divine elixirs!

These words hammered relentlessly against their reason.

If the previous inheritance of divine arts had merely driven them to madness, the scene painted by these words was enough to make them abandon everything, regardless of the cost!

"Hum——!!!"

The void itself shuddered.

Tens of thousands of Kings from the myriad races saw their eyes turn a deep, blood-red in that instant.

They stared fixedly into the distance at the figure fleeing rapidly, guarded by a dozen human Kings.

To them, that figure was no longer a human prodigy.

He was a walking, breathing treasure vault, containing the entire life’s wealth of a god!

Even the Kings on the human side were filled with shock and bewilderment.

King Swallowing Heaven and King Thunderstorm exchanged glances, seeing unparalleled astonishment in each other's eyes.

They had not expected Qin Feng’s fortune to be so heaven-defying!

A temple plus a tomb—it meant an entire divine inheritance system had been plundered by him alone!

After the shock came a sense of infinite gravity.

They clearly sensed that the hundreds of gazes behind them no longer held mere killing intent, but a greed and resolve capable of incinerating the universe.

For this inheritance, the myriad races would surely spare no cost, even if it meant igniting a racial war that would sweep across the entire cosmos!