Chapter 349: Lamentation Divine Gold! Another Dead End! Qin Feng Slashes Three Kings

Chapter 349: The Weeping Divine Metal! Another Dead End! Qin Feng Slays Three Kings! A King Self-Destructs!

The Kurgan Star Abyss.

This place is no sanctuary.

It belongs to no cosmic empire; it is a lawless zone in the truest sense, a paradise for interstellar pirates, a graveyard for mercenaries, and the final destination for countless outlaws.

Shattered stellar remains, the frigid skeletons of ancient warships, and perpetually erupting energy storms compose the chaotic, disordered palette of this star field.

A nondescript streak of light silently pierced the darkness, precisely evading all patrol fleets and chaotic gravitational traps, finally descending upon a gargantuan space station known as "Rust-Bone."

The station is less of a facility and more of an ugly metallic planetoid, its core hollowed out and its surface patched together with the armor of countless discarded warships.

Mottled rust and charred black scars from energy blasts cover its expanse, while the massive spaceport gulps down various ships with grotesque liveries.

The air is thick with the pungent stench of machine oil, inferior energy cells, and the mingled odors of dozens of different alien species.

Qin Feng stepped off his small shuttle, his figure and appearance already thoroughly disguised.

He now appears as a weather-beaten human mercenary with his aura restrained to the peak of the Domain Lord level, his eyes carrying just the right measure of exhaustion and vigilance.

This is the perfect disguise.

The identity of a Marquis is too conspicuous, especially now that the name "Ultimate Divine Marquis" has topped the Marquis Rankings; the appearance of any human Marquis would invite unnecessary attention.

But as a Domain Lord, he possesses enough strength to protect himself in this chaotic land without becoming a target for being overly powerful.

Ignoring the hostile glares from brokers and thugs around the spaceport, he walked straight into the interior of the station.

His goal is clear—information. The most chaotic places are often where information flows fastest and secrets are least secure.

Six thousand years ago, from the memories of an interstellar pirate, he caught a glimpse of a clue regarding "Cosmic Divine Metal," and the source of that clue pointed directly to this star abyss called Kurgan.

...

The "Meat Grinder" Tavern.

This is the largest and most chaotic tavern on Rust-Bone Station.

Its name perfectly interprets the essence of the Kurgan Star Abyss.

Pushing open the doors, which were fashioned from a blast-proof bulkhead of a warship, one is greeted by a wave of noise and heat.

Deafening alien music, crude curses, the clatter of plates and glasses, and the frantic roars of various creatures at holographic gambling tables weave together into a symphony of chaos.

The interior of the tavern is vast, with creatures of different species occupying their own distinct territories.

Massive Zerg warriors pour barrels of corrosive liquid into their arthropod mouthparts; lizard-man mercenaries covered in scales lick sharp daggers with forked tongues; in the corners, several figures shrouded in cloaks conduct unspeakable transactions in hushed tones.

Qin Feng’s arrival caused no ripples; countless "newcomers" arrive here every day, and countless "old-timers" vanish forever into the darkness of the abyss.

He found a secluded corner to sit and ordered a glass of the local staple, "Lava Ale," the spicy liquid sliding down his throat into his gut.

Qin Feng was in no rush to inquire; he sat like a reef, silently observing the undercurrents surging around him.

His mental energy, like an invisible spiderweb, quietly spread outward.

It was not a forceful probe, which would immediately invite alertness or even attack, but rather like mercury seeping into the ground, blending into the noisy environment to capture fragments of information drifting on the wind.

"...Damn it, we lost three brothers again! The psionic tides in that hellhole have no pattern whatsoever; our detectors failed in an instant!"

A burly, one-eyed man with a face full of flesh slammed his metal cup onto the table, splashing liquor everywhere.

"Save it, 'One-Eye.' Who doesn't know that the internal environment of the Kurgan Star Abyss changes in the blink of an eye? Without a 'stable route map' certified by the deep abyss, going in is just suicide."

A gaunt cyborg at the next table sneered, his electronic eye flickering with red light.

"A stable route map? That thing costs more than a capital ship! And they say it expires every hundred years. How could people like us, licking blades for a living, afford that?"

The one-eyed man grumbled, his words laced with helplessness.

Qin Feng remained calm.

This information is useful; at the very least, it proves the physical environment inside the abyss is extremely hostile, and rushing in blindly is not a wise move.

His attention was soon drawn to a conversation at another table.

Seated there were several beings with significantly more powerful auras. The leader was a member of the Winged Race—not the holy, noble type, but one whose wings were a war-torn gray-black, his eyes as sharp as knives.

"...Is there still no definite news about the 'Weeping'?"

The Winged one’s voice was low and hoarse.

"Boss 'Night Owl,' that thing is too evil. In the last few months, the range of the 'Weeping' has expanded again. Now, as long as you enter within three thousand light-years of the abyss, you can feel that... that sorrow that makes you want to die."

A humanoid creature with tentacles lowered its voice, its face full of dread. "The day before yesterday, a frigate from the 'Blood Claw' mercenary group hit an asteroid belt because the pilot suddenly suffered a mental breakdown. Of the three hundred people on board, not a single one survived."

Weeping!

Qin Feng’s heart stirred slightly.

This began to overlap with the fragments of information he had obtained from the pirate’s memories.

The Winged one, the powerhouse known as "Night Owl," snorted coldly: "Mental breakdown? That’s just their weak will. Are true treasures so easily obtained? I only ask, has anyone seen that thing with their own eyes?"

"Seen it..."

The tentacled creature hesitated, glanced around, and then spoke in an even lower voice. "It is said that three months ago, the 'Black Flag' fleet briefly captured an image of a psionic energy source in the 'Bone Spiral Arm' deep in the abyss.

It was a light, a light that... seemed to be weeping.

The image lasted less than a second, but the AI systems of three 'Black Flag' warships crashed collectively because they couldn't parse the sorrowful information contained within that light, and they nearly suffered total annihilation.

Since then, the 'Black Flag' people haven't dared to approach the Bone Spiral Arm again."

"A weeping light..."

A flash of uncontrollable greed and fervor crossed Night Owl’s eyes. "It can't be wrong... Legend has it that the [Weeping Divine Metal], one of the thirty-six cosmic divine metals, takes the form of the 'Light of Eternal Sorrow.'

Every creature that approaches it is infected by the endless sorrow it radiates; those with weak wills will have their Dao hearts collapse instantly and take their own lives."

The thirty-six cosmic divine metals!

Qin Feng’s breathing stalled for a fleeting moment.

He had originally thought that finding one of the seventy-two divine metals would be a supreme stroke of luck.

He had never expected that the rumor in the Kurgan Star Abyss would be the [Weeping Divine Metal], ranked among the thirty-six!

The seventy-two divine metals are the supreme treasures used to forge the foundation of a "King."

But the thirty-six divine metals possess quality and power far exceeding the seventy-two!

They are supreme divine objects that would drive even an Emperor-level powerhouse to madness!

If used to forge his [Ultimate Body], the effect... Qin Feng dared not even imagine it!

His [Ultimate Body] follows a path that encompasses everything and accommodates all laws; its requirements for quality far exceed those of ordinary divine paths.

An ordinary seventy-two divine metal might allow him to successfully ascend to the rank of King, but his foundation might not reach the true "limit" he pursues.

But if he could use the [Weeping Divine Metal], one of the thirty-six, as the core material... after ascending to the rank of King, his combat power would absolutely reach an unfathomable height!

At this moment, Qin Feng’s heart burned with fire.

He knew he had come to the right place.

This place has a high probability of possessing the Weeping Divine Metal!

"Hmph, and what if it is the Lamentation God-Gold?"

At the neighboring table, a Demon-race Marquis reeking of sulfur sneered. "The location is uncertain, and its properties—that bizarre soul-assault—are treacherous. How many powerhouses are gathered in the Kurgan Star Abyss right now? There are over a hundred Marquises alone, and I have heard that even a few Kings, who have long haunted these parts, have taken an interest in the object. Do you few really think you can carve out a slice of the pie?"

Night Owl’s gaze turned frigid, a sharp, piercing aura instantly locking onto the Demon Marquis. "'Burning Heart,' watch your tongue. If you can come, why can’t I, 'Night Owl'? The God-Gold has no master; it belongs to whoever has the skill to claim it."

"Hahaha, well said! Whoever has the skill!"

Burning Heart erupted into wild laughter, his voice dripping with provocation.

The atmosphere in the tavern grew taut, poised on the edge of violence.

Qin Feng, however, no longer paid them any mind.

He had already obtained the key information he sought.

First, the name of the God-Gold: [Lamentation God-Gold], ranked among the thirty-six God-Golds.

Second, its properties: it emanates intense waves of sorrow, capable of directly assaulting the soul and the will.

To him, this was not a problem at all. His will, tempered by 150,000 years of hallucinatory torture within the Blood God Khorne’s realm, was long since indestructible.

His soul quality had reached the legendary "Pure Black" grade, granting him a resistance to mental attacks that likely surpassed even many Kings.

Third, the probable location: the "Skeleton Spiral Arm" deep within the Star Abyss.

Though it was a vague lead, it was better than wandering like a headless fly.

Fourth, the intensity of the competition.

Over a hundred Marquises, with Kings lurking in the shadows.

This was bad news, but it confirmed the authenticity of the rumors.

Otherwise, it would not have attracted so many powerhouses.

He downed the lava-ale in his cup, left a few cosmic coins, and rose to depart the clamorous den.

From the moment he entered the tavern to his departure, barely half an hour had passed, yet he had already formed a preliminary assessment of the entire situation.

Now, two paths lay before him.

The first was to wait—to wait for more information to surface, to wait for the powerful factions to scout the path or even tear each other apart, and then seize the opportunity to reap the rewards.

This was the safest method, but it carried the risk of missing the window. Once an item like God-Gold was claimed by another, seizing it would be a monumental task.

The second was to depart immediately, relying on his will and strength—which far exceeded his peers—to plunge alone into the Skeleton Spiral Arm and find and claim the God-Gold before anyone else.

This path was fraught with extreme risk; the physical dangers of the Abyss, the bizarre properties of the God-Gold itself, and the other powerhouses he might encounter at any moment were all lethal threats.

Qin Feng chose the latter without a moment’s hesitation.

His path of martial arts had never been forged through "caution."

Every step he took was a dance on the edge of a blade, a struggle for survival in the face of despair.

The Golden Age was approaching, and the ancient prodigies who had slumbered for eons—the likes of the Sky-Plundering King—would emerge one after another.

Though Qin Feng had ascended to the top of the Marquis Ranking, that was merely a list of the current era.

Compared to those old monsters who had accumulated millions, tens of millions, or even more years of depth, his foundation was still too shallow.

He had no time to wait.

Qin Feng had to seize every possible opportunity to push his strength to the absolute limit!

The [Lamentation God-Gold]—he would have it!

...

Leaving the Rust-Bone Space Station, Qin Feng did not linger for a second. Piloting his shuttle like an arrow released from a bow, he plunged headlong into the deep, boundless darkness of the Kurgan Star Abyss.

The moment the shuttle entered the reach of the Abyss, an indescribable sensation quietly enveloped his mind.

It was not a sound, nor an energy fluctuation, but a more fundamental resonance originating from the very laws of the universe.

Sorrow.

A sorrow so grand it was beyond imagination.

It was as if the entire Star Abyss were weeping.

The extinction of a star, the shattering of a planet, the passing of a civilization... for eons, all the death and finality borne by this star field seemed to have condensed into this eternal grief, washing over every living soul that entered this place, without pause.

Within Qin Feng’s sea of consciousness, the [Primordial Furnace] Dao-seal trembled slightly, radiating a heavy, ancient aura that easily walled off the sorrow invading his mind.

Yet, he could clearly perceive that the "tide" of sorrow remained, like an invisible ocean, wrapping around his shuttle.

"It truly lives up to its reputation."

Qin Feng muttered to himself.

Even on the periphery of the Abyss, the mental influence was this potent.

If an ordinary Domain Lord-level powerhouse stayed here too long, their Dao-heart would likely be eroded by this sorrow, turning despondent and hopeless until their fighting spirit was extinguished.

It was no wonder the pilot of that frigate had suffered a mental collapse.

He did not slow down; instead, he pushed the shuttle’s engines to their limit.

According to the star map he had purchased at a high price from the Rust-Bone Space Station—not the most detailed, but sufficient—the Skeleton Spiral Arm was located in the central region of the Abyss, nearly a month’s journey away.

This month was destined to be anything but peaceful.

The shuttle streaked at high speed between shattered stars and the wreckage of warships. The roar of the engines could not travel through the vacuum; only the tail flame piercing the darkness bore witness to its existence.

On the third day of the voyage, he encountered his first wave of trouble.

A small band of space pirates, consisting of three destroyers, surged from the shadows of an asteroid belt, surrounding his shuttle in a pincer formation.

"Human shuttle ahead, stop your vessel and submit to inspection immediately! This is the territory of the 'Black Sails'!"

An arrogant warning blared over the public channel.

Qin Feng could not even be bothered to respond.

With a shift of his will, the power of the [Primordial Furnace] Dao-seal surged through his body, forming a dark, invisible energy field outside the shuttle.

The next second, he drove the shuttle forward, without a hint of evasion, crashing straight toward the lead destroyer!

"Madman!"

The Black Sails commander roared in shock and fury over the channel; he had never seen such a reckless lone traveler.

The destroyer’s main cannons began to charge, a dazzling sphere of energy coalescing at the muzzle.

However, it was all too late.

The moment the destroyer’s shields made contact with the shuttle, there was no earth-shattering explosion, only an eerie silence.

The thousand-meter-long destroyer, along with its energy shields, was like cheese colliding with an invisible black hole. From the point of contact, it began to silently annihilate and decompose, completely devoured by that dark energy field!

Not even an atom remained!

The shuttle pierced through the space where the destroyer had been, completely unscathed.

The crew on the remaining two pirate ships stared in a stupor at this inconceivable scene, their minds blank.

It took a full three seconds for them to react, at which point they let out screams of absolute terror, frantically turning their ships around in a desperate attempt to flee from the devil.

Qin Feng did not pursue.

His goal was the divine metal; he had no interest in wasting time on these ants.

The shuttle transformed into a streak of light, vanishing into the deeper reaches of the Star Abyss, leaving behind only two pirate ships filled with terror and a void that had just witnessed the meaning of "dimensional reduction strike."

Throughout the subsequent journey, similar troubles arose several more times.

But without exception, every entity that attempted to strike at him—be it pirates, mercenaries, or malicious aliens—was utterly erased by the power of the Primal Furnace before they could even make contact.

Gradually, a legend began to circulate along this route: a "ghost" piloting an ordinary shuttle was hurtling into the depths of the Star Abyss, and anything that stood in its path was reduced to nothingness.

As he ventured deeper, the aura of sorrow that shrouded the entire Star Abyss grew increasingly dense.

It shifted from an initial "tide" to an "ocean," and finally to a "quagmire" that felt almost tangible.

The shuttle’s AI system had already issued an overload warning.

Certain sophisticated emotional simulation components had begun to produce garbled code, unable to process the massive influx of negative information.

Qin Feng simply shut down most of the auxiliary systems, relying entirely on his own perception and control to pilot the craft.

He could feel that his "Limit Body" was undergoing a unique "tempering" in this environment.

That sorrow sought to infiltrate his flesh, erode his cells, and extinguish his will at every moment. His body, however, functioned instinctively, every cell resisting, analyzing, and even absorbing this power.

It was an extremely slow process, but Qin Feng could clearly perceive that his mental resilience was becoming more robust at an imperceptible rate through this high-intensity "passive confrontation."

This brought Qin Feng great joy!

For at this level of mental strength, it was truly rare to find conditions that could elevate its quality.

Yet here, his mental quality could be improved!

Though the progress was agonizingly slow, it was progress nonetheless.

Even if he failed to obtain the divine metal, spending countless years here would still yield immense growth.

A month later.

The shuttle finally arrived at the "Bone Spiral Arm" region marked on the star map.

The sight before him left even Qin Feng, who had seen countless cosmic wonders, feeling genuinely awestruck.

...

The Bone Spiral Arm was less an arm suspended in the cosmos and more a colossal scar stretched across space-time.

Qin Feng walked alone through this land of death, composed of the remains of ancient behemoths.

His figure, compared to those massive skeletons that were often the size of stars, was as insignificant as a speck of dust.

Yet, the restrained but peerlessly sharp aura he exuded made him the only "living" thing in this silent graveyard.

His Silver-White Body emitted an eternal, faint glow in the darkness, insulating him completely from the violent cosmic rays and chaotic energy turbulence surrounding him.

This body, tempered by the Nine-Colored Divine Lightning and having absorbed the essence of tens of thousands of marquis-level origins, had reached the initial stage of being "impervious to all laws."

The "wailing" here was no longer mere mental erosion, but a resonance of laws that struck directly at the origin.

It was like countless invisible threads attempting to bore into Qin Feng’s Dao Seal, stirring the most primal sorrow and annihilation deep within his soul.

Had it been any other marquis with even the slightest flaw in their will, staying here for more than a day would have fractured their Dao heart, leading them to sink into endless grief and self-destruction within a century.

But for Qin Feng, though the external sorrow roared like a tsunami, he remained as immovable as a mountain.

In fact, the moment those fragments of sorrowful laws attempted to invade, they were ignited by the power of the Void Black Flame, transforming into the purest nourishment to feed his soul.

His mental power, like an invisible net covering millions of kilometers, scanned every inch of space and every piece of bone with meticulous detail.

Even in this environment of terrifying mental suppression, his range of detection far exceeded that of an ordinary peak marquis. His pure black-quality soul granted him a unique advantage in analysis and perception.

Time lost all meaning in this dead zone where no stars revolved.

Qin Feng did not remember how long he had been searching; it might have been a month, or perhaps half a year. He moved slowly through this magnificent graveyard like the most patient of hunters.

During this time, he was not without encounters with other explorers.

He once sensed a team of over a dozen Zerg marquises riding a hideous beast stitched together from countless bones, roaring past at the other end of the spiral arm.

He also detected an aura as dark as the abyss, lurking in the shadow of a massive skull; that power had reached at least the level of a king.

But he paid them no mind.

Until he found the exact location of the Wailing Divine Metal, any conflict was a meaningless waste.

"Hum—"

Just as he passed through a beast's rib that stretched for tens of thousands of kilometers like a pillar of heaven, a faint tremor rippled through the depths of his soul.

It was not the "wailing" from the outside world, but from within himself—from Xiao Qi, the seven-colored Bodhi tree seed that had signed a soul contract with him.

A sense of longing was transmitted through their soul link.

Qin Feng halted, his gaze piercing the endless darkness toward the deeper reaches of the Bone Spiral Arm.

"Is it in that direction?"

With a thought, his speed erupted.

He transformed into a streak of silver-white light, carving a straight trajectory between the countless massive bones as he raced toward the direction Xiao Qi had sensed.

The further he advanced, the more intense the sorrowful laws shrouding the world became, nearly solidifying.

In the void, gray-black crystals resembling tears began to condense; the moment they formed, they would quietly shatter in the endless grief, only to reform in a cycle.

At the same time, he clearly perceived that in the direction he was locked onto, several powerful and disparate auras were converging.

Among them were not only marquises, but also three distinct, terrifying auras, each carrying the majesty of a king.

"It seems I am not the first to discover it."

Qin Feng’s expression did not change; if anything, it grew colder.

This was well within his expectations. A divine object of such caliber could not go unnoticed.

Since so many powerhouses had gathered, it meant the divine metal itself was right there!

...

Half a day later, Qin Feng arrived at the core of the Bone Spiral Arm.

The sight before him caused even his rock-solid Dao heart to ripple.

Floating before him was a skull of such magnitude that words failed to describe it.

This skull was larger than any star-beast skeleton he had ever seen, its volume exceeding that of an ordinary life-bearing planet.

It hung silently in the void, its two pitch-black eye sockets like abysses leading to hell, radiating an eternal, deathly stillness. Merely gazing at it evoked a sense of desolation and tyranny that spanned eons.

At the center of the giant skull’s brow was a massive, irregular opening.

The source of the sorrow that made the entire Star Abyss "wail," as well as those dozen-plus powerful auras, all originated from within that hole.

Qin Feng did not hesitate. With a flash, he turned into a sliver of light and plunged into the deep, dark aperture.

Inside the skull lay a vast, natural cavern.

The walls possessed the texture of jade, covered in naturally formed, profoundly mysterious Dao patterns.

The entire space was shrouded in a spectral radiance, a haunting tapestry of iridescent hues and suffocating gray.

At the very heart of the cavern, the fundamental laws of reality had been twisted into grotesque shapes.

A light.

A fist-sized orb of iridescent divine brilliance, seemingly burdened with every sorrow born since the dawn of the universe, hung suspended in the void.

It emitted no heat, released no ripples of energy; it simply existed.

Each pulse of its light was like the final, ragged breath of a dying star, each shift in color the terminal lament of a fallen civilization.

It was weeping.

A light of eternal mourning.

The Weeping God-Gold!

Qin Feng’s gaze was instantly ensnared, and deep within his soul, Xiao Qi’s yearning reached a fever pitch.

Yet, he did not rush forward.

For around the divine metal, a tense, precarious stalemate had already taken root.

Over a dozen formidable Marquis-level warriors stood scattered about, watching one another with predatory caution.

These beings were of diverse origins: armored demons, alluring succubi, and grotesque insectoids—each a paragon of their respective race.

Beyond the circle of Marquises, at three distinct points, loomed entities whose presence felt as vast and unfathomable as the abyss.

These were three Kings!

To the east, a humanoid entity composed entirely of crystalline shards.

It possessed no features, only a smooth, faceted face, every surface refracting a cold, sterile light.

This was a King of the Crystal race, whose mastery of law caused the surrounding space to crystallize in his wake.

To the south, a golden ape the size of a mountain.

Its fur was like spun divine metal, rippling with explosive, raw power. It sat cross-legged, its very breath causing the void to shudder.

This was an Abyssal King of the Beast race, possessing a physical form likely rivaling Qin Feng’s own Silver-White Body.

To the west, the most unsettling of the three.

It appeared as a roiling shadow composed of countless black beetles, lacking a fixed form, yet radiating an evil that threatened to rot the soul.

This was a Soul-Devouring Mother, a rare and terrifying King of the Insect race, master of the laws of the spirit.

These three Kings and the dozen Marquises held the chamber in a delicate, lethal equilibrium.

All craved the God-Gold, yet none dared be the first to shatter the peace and become the target of all.

Qin Feng’s arrival was a stone cast into this stagnant pool.

He made no effort to conceal his aura, and the energy signature of a peak Domain Lord instantly drew every eye.

"Another one here to die," a Marquis sneered, his expression dripping with disdain.

To him, a creature not even of the Marquis rank daring to covet such a treasure was the height of absurdity.

"Begone, ant."

The golden ape did not even open its eyes, merely emitting a thunderous, muffled grunt. "This is no place for you."

Only the Crystal King turned its smooth face toward Qin Feng, projecting a thought devoid of emotion: "This place is sealed by our decree. You have three breaths to return to whence you came. After three breaths, you die."

The voice was cold, imperious, and absolute.

In its eyes, crushing a Domain Lord was simpler than extinguishing a gnat.

Qin Feng hovered at the entrance, his gaze sweeping calmly across the assembly.

He saw the contempt and greed of the Marquises, and the lofty indifference of the three Kings.

Qin Feng’s voice was quiet, yet it rang clearly in the ears of every powerhouse present: "Begone, or die."

A deathly silence fell upon the cavern.

Every warrior, Marquis and King alike, froze in disbelief.

They doubted their own senses. A mere Domain Lord dared speak such words to a dozen Marquises and three Kings?

The silence shattered into a chorus of uproarious laughter.

"Hahahaha! What did I hear? What is this fool saying?"

"He’s mad! Utterly insane! The ‘Weeping’ must have rotted his brain!"

"Amusing, truly amusing. It has been a long time since I’ve seen someone so eager to perish."

Even the three Kings turned their attention to Qin Feng.

The golden ape opened eyes like twin suns, brimming with mockery. "Little human, it seems you are desperate for death. I shall oblige you."

"No need," the Crystal King’s cold thought resonated again. "Since he chooses to court death, I shall clear away this trash myself."

Before the words faded, it made no physical movement, merely exerting its will.

"Law—Crystal Prison."

In an instant, the space around Qin Feng solidified. Countless frigid crystals materialized from the void, converging from all sides to crush and entomb him!

It was a strike from a King, imbued with the full weight of the laws. Not even a peak Marquis, caught off guard, could hope to survive such a suppression!

Yet, facing this absolute prison, Qin Feng stood motionless, not even twitching a finger.

Just as the crystals were about to touch his skin—

A terrifying aura, beyond the reach of language, erupted from his seemingly ordinary frame!

It was no longer the aura of a Domain Lord, nor that of a common Marquis. It was a presence that transcended all Marquis-level beings—sharp, absolute, and imbued with the divine.

BOOM!

The crystalline prison, capable of crushing a peak Marquis, shattered into stardust under the impact of that pressure!

"What?!"

For the first time, a flicker of shock pierced the Crystal King’s eternal, icy consciousness.

The laughter of the assembly died instantly.

Their faces still held traces of mockery, but their eyes were now wide with raw, unadulterated terror.

They stared, paralyzed, at the black-haired human hovering at the entrance.

Qin Feng no longer hid his power.

His Silver-White Body blazed with light, his dark hair whipped in a windless gale, and his eyes burned like twin furnaces.

The terrifying momentum of the one who topped the Marquis Rankings and had slain a true King swept through the cavern like a storm, crushing the spirit of every living thing present!

"This aura... this feeling... it’s impossible!"

A Charm-race Marquis, who had once watched the carnage at the Seven-Day Abyss, let out a shriek of absolute terror, his voice trembling uncontrollably, "It is him! It is that Human!"

"Who?"

His companion asked, his own face drained of color.

"The top of the Marquis Ranking! The monster who defied the heavens to slay a King!"

"The Ultimate God-Marquis!!!"

These four words struck like a primordial thunderbolt, shattering the very souls of every powerhouse present.

The Ultimate God-Marquis!

The forbidden existence who, while still a mere Marquis, had faced a Demon King in open combat and slaughtered him!

How could he be here?!

"Run!!!"

It was unclear who had screamed first.

A moment ago, these dozen Marquises had been arrogant and posturing, but now, like mice before a cat, the blood vanished from their faces. Abandoning all thoughts of divine metal or dignity, they burned their life essence in a frenzy, transforming into streaks of light as they fled for their lives toward the cavern exit!

What a joke!

Stay and face such a monster? That was suicide!

If he could slay a King, what difference was there between butchering them and slicing through grass?

Though every one of them coveted the inheritance Qin Feng carried, but—

"Thinking of running now?"

A cold, sharp arc touched the corner of Qin Feng’s mouth. "Too late."

He did not even bother to pursue.

He merely raised his right hand slowly and, facing the fleeing streaks of light, closed his fist in the void.

"Dao Seal—Primordial Furnace."

Hum—

An invisible, world-devouring suction instantly enveloped the entire space.

The dozen Marquises, burning their essence to reach impossible speeds, suddenly stalled, as if trapped in the thickest mire in the universe.

Then, expressions of utter horror contorted their faces, for they felt their flesh, their Dao Seals, and even their souls being forcibly torn from their bodies by an irresistible force!

"No!!!"

"Mercy! Have mercy, God-Marquis!"

The shrill, wretched wails echoed through the cavern.

But it was all in vain.

Under the tyrannical devouring power of the Primordial Furnace, these dozen powerhouses, who could have dominated entire regions in the outside world, did not last even a single breath before being utterly dismantled and consumed, their essence flowing into Qin Feng as pure, raw energy.

The cavern fell into an instant, eerie silence.

Only the three Kings remained, their bodies rigid, their faces pale as death.

They did not run.

For they knew that before an Ultimate God-Marquis, ordinary flight was meaningless.

"Ultimate God-Marquis..."

The Crystal-race King’s voice lacked its former cold arrogance, replaced by an unprecedented gravity. "Do you truly intend to make enemies of the three of us?"

"Enemies?"

Qin Feng walked toward the Weeping Divine Metal, strolling as if through his own private garden. "I can grant you a quick end."

Arrogant!

Arrogant beyond measure!

"You court death!"

The Golden Giant Ape was the first to explode in fury.

As a Demon King, he valued honor and dignity above all; never had he suffered such humiliation!

"Savage Beast Domain!"

He slammed a fist into his own chest, releasing a roar that shook the heavens.

A golden domain of law, thick with wild and violent intent, instantly expanded, shrouding Qin Feng within.

In this domain, his strength, speed, and recovery were amplified to terrifying levels, while his enemies were crushed under immense suppression!

"Die!"

His massive body, comparable to a planet, turned into a golden bolt of lightning. He threw a punch—simple, direct, yet containing enough power to shatter a star!

Simultaneously, the Soul-Devouring Mother Empress, composed of a swarm of beetles, moved.

"Soul’s Lament."

Countless black beetles erupted from her body, each emitting a piercing, discordant screech.

These shrieks converged into an invisible shockwave targeting the soul, enough to leave any King’s spirit dazed for a heartbeat.

Two Kings, a joint strike!

Facing a lethal blow that would make any renowned King pale, Qin Feng’s face remained without a ripple.

He merely raised his right index finger.

At the tip, a point of extreme light ignited.

The light was tiny, so small it seemed it might flicker out at any moment.

Yet the sharpness and piercing power contained within made the very laws of the cavern moan in agony.

It was the ultimate killing move he had forged by melting everything he had learned into one furnace.

It was the final strike, amplified by the first layer of the Nine Calamities War Code and the first layer of the Primordial Secret Art: Kill!

"Inch-Light."

He whispered the two words.

The point of light at his fingertip shot forth, silent and soundless.

There was no earth-shattering momentum, no world-destroying display.

It simply flew.

And then, the Golden Giant Ape’s fist, capable of shattering a star, stopped.

His violent domain of law dissipated like a pricked balloon.

He looked down at his own chest.

There, a tiny, almost imperceptible hole had appeared.

In the next instant, centered on that tiny aperture, countless fissures spread like a spiderweb across his indestructible golden frame.

"Ho...w... pos..."

His colossal eyes were filled with disbelief and bewilderment.

Boom!

The following second, his mountain-like body, along with his immortal King-level Dao Seal, shattered into a sky of golden light, swallowed whole by the Primal Furnace.

One strike, and a Demon King was slain!

The "Inch-Light" that had pierced the golden ape lost none of its momentum, plunging precisely into the soul-shattering wave composed of countless beetles.

"Screee—"

Every beetle emitting a wail let out a final, piercing shriek the moment it touched that light, then dissolved silently like snow under a scorching sun.

The writhing shadow of the Soul-Devouring Matriarch shuddered violently, letting out a roar of agony.

The power of the "Inch-Light" had pierced his soul laws, dealing a grievous blow to his very essence!

"Flee!"

In that moment, all will to fight vanished. This Limit Marquis was far more terrifying than the legends suggested! He was no mere novice at the God-Forbidden level; he possessed strength capable of rivaling a peak King!

The Soul-Devouring Matriarch transformed into a mist of black, preparing to vanish into the void.

But Qin Feng would not grant him the chance.

"Trying to leave? Stay."

Qin Feng flickered, appearing instantly before the black mist, and unleashed a punch.

It was an unremarkable blow, yet it contained the terrifying, impervious power of the Silver-White Body.

Boom!

The black mist exploded, and the Matriarch’s true form was violently forced out of the void, his aura instantly withered by half.

"You..."

Before he could speak, a hand encased in silver-white light clamped around his throat.

"Now, only you remain."

Qin Feng hauled the half-dead Matriarch, turned, and looked toward the Crystal King who had remained motionless from the start.

On the Crystal King’s smooth, crystalline face, an emotion called "fear" surfaced for the first time.

Too fast!

From the golden ape’s strike to the capture of the Matriarch, the entire process had taken less than a single breath!

Two powerful Kings: one slain, one captured!

This was no longer a battle; it was a crushing, absolute dimensional strike!

The Crystal King fell silent.

The fierce reputation of the Limit Marquis was forged from the bones of countless experts.

He might be loyal to his own, but to his enemies, he was a reaper who pulled up the roots.

Since death was inevitable either way...

The fear on the Crystal King’s face slowly faded, replaced by a frantic, desperate resolve.

"Fine! A fine Limit Marquis indeed!"

"Even if I die today, I will never let you have it easy!"

"You want to swallow the Divine Gold alone? Dream on!"

"I shall use these King-level laws to broadcast your location to the entire universe!!!"

Before the words died away, his crystalline body erupted with billions of rays of divine light!

A destructive aura surged wildly from within him!

He was self-destructing!

Not merely his physical form, but his very essence laws!

When a King-level expert detonates the laws they have cultivated for a lifetime, the power might not be enough to deal a fatal blow to Qin Feng’s Silver-White Body, but the "Law Beacon" created by the shattering of those laws would, in an instant, transmit the coordinates of this place—along with his final thought—to every corner of the universe at speeds far exceeding light!

This was the ultimate act of mutual destruction!

He would use his life to bring the entire universe to hunt Qin Feng down!

Boom!

The King’s essence laws detonated, light flashing and collapsing, the heavens trembling as if under a cataclysm!

Endless streams of spiritual energy swept through the Star Abyss!

In that moment!

The entire Kurgan Star Abyss shuddered violently!

A supreme, transcendent will, far above all things, descended.

The Will of the Universe!

Under Qin Feng’s astonished gaze, the space he occupied, constructed from the skulls of giant beasts, began to tremble intensely.

Golden chains forged of laws emerged from the void, sealing every exit of the Kurgan Star Abyss!

An invisible, massive restriction encompassing the entire abyss had formed!

Then, a cold, emotionless message was branded directly into Qin Feng’s mind.

[Universe Will Mission Triggered]

[Mission Scenario: Weeping Star Abyss (Restriction sealed; lockout will last thirty thousand years)]

[Mission Objective: Successfully refine the 'Weeping Divine Gold' and escape before the restriction is lifted.]

[Mission Reward: Three thousand ancient offensive secret arts.]

[Mission Failure: Death of body and soul, total annihilation.]

[List of Hostile Mission Takers (Updating in real-time):]

[Golden Emperor (Starry Sky Beast - Golden Armored Beast Clan)]

[Sky-Plundering King (Feathered Clan)]

[Abyssal Heart King (Abyssal Clan)]

[...]

Watching the list of enemies, which had instantly spawned hundreds of names and was growing rapidly, and seeing the name at the very top—a name he knew all too well—Qin Feng’s pupils shrank to the size of needles.