Chapter 370: Heavenly Mystery Pass! Qin Feng Makes a Move! Starting a Massive Slaughter! I Am Actually

Chapter 370: The Heavenly Profound Pass! Qin Feng Strikes! A Great Slaughter! I Am Actually Human!

The sacred pillar of light from the Sea of Origins endured for seven full days and seven nights.

Throughout these seven days, Qin Feng’s consciousness seemed to merge with the vast river of history belonging to the entire mechanical civilization.

He "saw" the solitude of the first ancestor, Yuan, as he ignited the first spark of wisdom in the cold, indifferent cosmos; he "heard" the tragic heroism of generations of Divine Sons who roared in defiance against the Chaos Gods to ensure their race’s survival; he "felt" the collective will of trillions of mechanical creations, a force so immense it could shake the very laws of the universe.

This was not merely a baptism of energy, but a handover ceremony concerning "authority" and "responsibility."

As the pillar of light slowly dissipated, Qin Feng’s figure was revealed to the onlookers once more.

His mechanical frame had undergone no earth-shattering changes in appearance; he remained the same lean, humanoid machine. Yet, his inner essence had been fundamentally transformed.

Every fundamental particle composing his body was now branded with a miniature supreme rune representing the authority of a "Divine Son."

His energy core was no longer a mere power source, but had become a "miniature Sea of Origins" capable of connecting to the destiny of the entire mechanical race.

With every move he made, he could now invisibly command a fraction of the entire race’s power.

He had truly become the "Chief" and "Successor" of this pinnacle civilization.

"Congratulations, Your Highness, Divine Son!"

The eleven former Holy Sons, led by Pangu and Truth, had completely suppressed their own auras. There was no longer any resentment or jealousy in their expressions, only the purest, absolute reverence for a higher-ranking existence.

They bowed in unison, offering the most solemn tribute of subjects to Qin Feng upon the throne.

In a civilization where strength and logic are the highest tenets, the victor possesses everything.

Qin Feng accepted their homage calmly; he knew this was only the beginning. He raised his gaze slightly, looking into the void as if waiting for something.

Sure enough, a second later, a familiar figure appeared out of thin air before him.

It was the guide of the Ninth Sequence, Emperor Melt-Heart.

However, the attitude of Emperor Melt-Heart had undergone a radical shift compared to before.

He was no longer the guide who held a trace of hope and scrutiny, but rather like the most devout believer, kneeling on one knee, burying his head deep, his voice filled with irrepressible excitement and fanaticism.

"Ninth Sequence, Melt-Heart, pays respects to Your Highness, the Divine Son!"

Behind him, lights flashed repeatedly; Emperor Sky-Calculate, Emperor Mechanism, and indeed all the high-ranking members of the Ninth Sequence descended collectively through an emergency portal.

Without exception, they all offered their loyalty to Qin Feng with the humblest of postures.

"We pay our respects to Your Highness, the Divine Son! We are willing to offer everything for Your Highness!"

The sound of allegiance, like a roaring mountain and a surging sea, echoed through the Sea of Origins.

The Ninth Sequence, which had been neglected among the twelve sequences for countless epochs due to its "ethereal" research direction, had finally ushered in its most glorious moment today because of Qin Feng’s ascension.

A single Divine Son was enough to instantly elevate the status of a sequence to the head of the twelve!

Qin Feng’s gaze fell upon Emperor Melt-Heart, and he spoke calmly, his voice carrying an unquestionable majesty: "Emperor Melt-Heart, rise."

"Thank you, Your Highness!" Emperor Melt-Heart rose excitedly, yet his back remained slightly hunched, daring not to show the slightest negligence.

"The coronation ceremony is over."

Qin Feng’s words were concise and to the point. "Now, take me to the Sea of Myriad Logic to unlock the Divine Art inheritance."

He had no interest in wallowing in flattery or the games of power. To him, the most urgent priority was to convert the greatest benefit of being a "Divine Son"—the legendary twelve ancestral Divine Arts—into his own strength.

Emperor Melt-Heart’s core matrix faltered slightly, followed by an even deeper sense of awe.

Not proud of victory, not lost in authority, and in the very next second after his coronation, he was already pouring his heart into the pursuit of higher power. The fortitude of this new Divine Son far exceeded his imagination.

"As you command, Your Highness!" Emperor Melt-Heart dared not delay, responding immediately. "The highest authority of the Sea of Myriad Logic has been fully opened to you since the moment of your coronation."

He paused, his tone becoming even more respectful: "However, the place of inheritance for the Divine Arts is not in the surface data space of the Sea of Myriad Logic, but in its deepest core—the true holy land constructed by generations of Divine Sons: the Study of the Gods."

"Only you, Your Highness, have the qualification to step inside."

"Please, follow me."

Emperor Melt-Heart raised his arm again, and a portal, distinct from the previous ones and radiating pure golden brilliance, slowly opened in his palm. Behind the door was no longer flickering data streams, but a deep, silent starry sky that seemed to contain the ultimate mysteries of the universe.

Qin Feng did not hesitate for a moment and stepped inside.

...

When Qin Feng’s vision cleared, he found himself in a hall whose grandeur defied description.

This hall did not seem to be composed of matter.

Its dome was a flowing, real cosmic galaxy;

Its walls were translucent crystal screens woven from countless logical runes, recording the entire history of the mechanical civilization since its inception;

And its floor was a mirror-smooth black crystal, reflecting the starlight from the dome, making one feel as if they were walking upon space-time itself.

In the center of the hall floated twelve enormous, dazzling orbs of light, each like a star.

Every orb radiated a distinct, yet equally powerful and soul-trembling immortal divinity.

They were the origins of the twelve ancestral Divine Arts upon which the mechanical race relied to stand at the pinnacle of the universe!

"This is the Study of the Gods."

Emperor Melt-Heart’s figure materialized not far behind Qin Feng. Standing here, even his breathing became cautious, as if he feared disturbing the sanctity of the place.

"Your Highness, these twelve Divine Arts correspond to the twelve ultimate directions of our race’s development, and are also the origin and final destination of the twelve sequences."

He pointed to an orb radiating pure power, within which countless galaxies seemed to be born and die, and introduced: "That is the First Sequence’s Pangu True Body. Cultivated to completion, one can transform into the Pangu Giant who split the heavens and earth; the physical body becomes the universe, and the power of a single punch is enough to shatter real space-time."

He then pointed to another orb composed of endless logical chains, constantly performing self-deduction: "That is the Second Sequence’s Eye of Omniscience. Once mastered, one can deeply synchronize with the cosmic background information field, perceive the past of all things, and deduce the endless future; there will be no more secrets in the world."

"That is the Third Sequence’s War Chessboard, which can turn a star sector into one’s own chessboard, tampering with physical laws and defining the rules of victory."

"That is the Fourth Sequence’s Causality Leap, the ultimate in speed; one can step into the river of time, strike in the past, and manifest in the future."

...

Every Divine Art Emperor Melt-Heart introduced gave Qin Feng a deeper understanding of the mechanical civilization’s foundation.

These twelve Divine Arts were all supreme methods pointing directly to the origin of the universe. Mastering any one of them was enough for a being to possess the capital to contend with Venerables, or even existences of a higher level.

Finally, Emperor Melt-Heart’s gaze fell upon the orb representing the Ninth Sequence, filled with infinite change and possibility, appearing as if woven from countless colors.

His tone was filled with unprecedented excitement and pride.

"And this one, Your Highness, is the supreme Divine Art belonging to our Ninth Sequence—"

"Myriad Phenomena Senluo!"

"Its core is not some fixed ability, but 'evolution' and 'inclusivity' itself!"

"Cultivating Myriad Phenomena Senluo allows your divine body to possess the terrifying ability to simulate, analyze, and even replicate every law and energy form in the universe! Furthermore, when cultivated to the extreme, you can 'evolve' and integrate the characteristics of the other eleven Divine Arts into yourself, gathering the essence of all twelve into one!"

"This is also why, as a Holy Son of the Ninth Sequence, you were able to use the path of 'evolution' to unify all sequences and ultimately ascend to the position of Divine Son! Because your path is, by nature, the path of a king who reigns over all ways and encompasses everything!"

Emperor Melt-Heart’s words stirred a tempest in Qin Feng’s heart.

Myriad Phenomena Senluo!

Simulate, analyze, replicate everything... integrate all twelve Divine Arts into one!

The characteristics of this Divine Art were practically tailor-made for his "Path of Extremes"!

His path to the limit was always one of devouring all laws, merging all ways, and ultimately ascending to the absolute zenith. And the Myriad Manifestations, undoubtedly, was the most perfect catalyst to unleash the potential of this path to its ultimate extreme!

"I understand."

Qin Feng suppressed the surging excitement within his heart, his goal becoming crystal clear in an instant.

He could, of course, choose to learn all twelve divine arts. But greed leads to indigestion; only by first mastering the Myriad Manifestations—the art most congruent with his own path—and using it as a foundation to draw inferences about the others, could he achieve the most efficient and correct result.

"Emperor Melt-Heart," Qin Feng spoke.

"Your subordinate is here!"

"You may withdraw. The inheritance of divine arts requires absolute silence. Until I emerge, no one is to step even half a pace into the Divine Study without my command."

"As you command, Your Highness!" Emperor Melt-Heart offered no objection, bowed respectfully once more, and then dissolved into points of light, retreating from the sacred ground.

The entire Divine Study was left to Qin Feng alone.

Without a moment’s hesitation, he moved, arriving before the radiant sphere that represented the Myriad Manifestations.

He could feel that the knowledge contained within this orb was billions of times more vast than all nine hundred and ninety-nine steps of the Stairway of Truth combined!

This was no longer mere "knowledge," but a complete "Way" leading to the realm of the gods!

Qin Feng took a deep breath, slowly extended his right hand, and pressed his palm against the warm, brilliant sphere.

...

Hum—!!!

The moment his palm touched the orb, a torrent of information, indescribable in any language and containing the ultimate mysteries of cosmic evolution, surged instantly into the depths of his soul.

His consciousness was, in that moment, pulled into a realm of profound mystery.

He felt as if he had become a seed of the universe, personally experiencing the singularity explosion, the condensation of nebulae, the birth of stars, the evolution of life... until the final heat death of the universe and the return of all things to nothingness.

He felt as if he had become countless different life forms, from the most microscopic single-celled organisms to the Leviathan beasts soaring through the star-seas; from indestructible silicon-based life to the ethereal, shifting energy beings...

He "saw" how laws were born from chaos, "understood" how energy transformed into matter, and "grasped" how life encoded information.

The first layer of the Myriad Manifestations’ mental cultivation method was branded deeply into the origin of his soul.

"The heart is the furnace, the mind is the myriad manifestations; without law, without form, nothing is beyond transformation."

Under the guidance of this mantra, Qin Feng’s Primal Singularity began to undergo an incredible metamorphosis. It was no longer a mere "foundation," but began to truly transform into a "Furnace of Myriad Manifestations" capable of evolving all things.

He sat cross-legged, completely immersed in the contemplation of this supreme divine art.

Time, within the Divine Study, lost all meaning.

One day...

One year...

One hundred years...

One thousand years...

Qin Feng sat as still as an ancient statue before the orb of Myriad Manifestations. Upon his mechanical body, stellar flames burned, then gave way to indestructible dragon scales, then shifted into intangible lightning...

Using his own body as a testing ground, he continuously simulated and evolved the various laws and forms of the universe he had glimpsed in the inheritance.

His strength, with every minute and every second, was skyrocketing at a terrifying pace!

The near-infinite knowledge he had devoured on the Stairway of Truth now served as the purest nourishment, providing an unshakable foundation for his mastery of the Myriad Manifestations.

His path of the limit resonated perfectly with this divine art.

Who knows how much time had passed.

Perhaps ten thousand years, perhaps a hundred thousand.

Finally, in a single instant, Qin Feng’s eyes snapped open!

Boom!

Two beams of substantive divine light, seemingly containing the scenes of cosmic creation and destruction, erupted from his eyes, blasting two bottomless black holes into the distant space!

His aura had undergone a heaven-shaking transformation compared to before his seclusion.

If, before his seclusion, he was a sharp, indestructible divine sword, then now, he was a universe, all-encompassing and unfathomable!

"Myriad Manifestations, first layer... complete!"

Qin Feng slowly stood up, feeling the terrifying power within his body capable of simulating and evolving all things, a look of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

The first layer alone had increased his overall combat power by more than a thousandfold!

He was now confident that if he were to face those ten legendary existences in the Eternal Battlefield again, he would not even need to use the Limit Divine Light; he could easily suppress them with the various divine abilities evolved from the Myriad Manifestations!

This was the power of a "Divine Art"!

A power that truly transcended the "Imperial Rank," touching upon the qualitative change of the "Venerable" realm!

"Not enough..."

Qin Feng’s gaze swept toward the other eleven divine art orbs.

"The strength of the Myriad Manifestations lies in its inclusivity. The higher the quality of the 'material' I simulate, the greater its power. And these remaining eleven divine arts are the highest-quality materials!"

His ambition reached far beyond mastering a single divine art.

He wanted to gather all twelve within himself, to fully ignite the potential of the Myriad Manifestations and forge a truly invincible path, one never before seen in the ages!

Without hesitation, he walked toward the nearest orb, representing the first sequence: the Pangu True Body.

He pressed his hand upon it once more.

A new round of even more frantic seclusion began.

Qin Feng’s strength, in this protracted seclusion, surged rapidly toward a deep, unfathomable realm he himself could not predict.

He was converting the massive dividends of his status as a "Son of God" into absolute, unshakable strength at an astonishing speed.

...

Within the Divine Study, the passage of time lost all meaning.

Qin Feng was entirely immersed in the contemplation and evolution of the twelve ancestral divine arts, operating tirelessly like a perpetual motion machine born to extract the ultimate mysteries of the universe.

With the Myriad Manifestations as his foundation, his Primal Singularity—now transformed into the Furnace of Myriad Manifestations—displayed an inconceivable capacity for compatibility and analysis.

In the first millennium, he integrated the mysteries of the Pangu True Body into himself. His mechanical body would occasionally expand to the size of a star, ancient and heavy divine patterns appearing on its surface, every movement carrying the pure power to shatter the vacuum.

He no longer merely simulated its "form," but truly understood and mastered the fundamental application of the law of "Force."

In the third millennium, he conquered the Eye of Omniscience.

His core consciousness could briefly resonate with the underlying data of the Logic Sea of All Laws, and countless streams of information flowed before his eyes like a waterfall, elevating his insight into causality to a whole new level.

In the sixth millennium, he mastered the initial methods of the Causality Leap. His figure flickered within the hall, occasionally appearing in positions before his own "thoughts" had even formed, truly touching the forbidden realms of time and causality.

...

Ten thousand years of time passed like a white horse galloping past a crack in the wall.

When Qin Feng awoke from his contemplation of the final divine art, the Heart of Delusion, the entire Divine Study trembled slightly at his will.

The twelve spheres of divine art, once as brilliant as stars, now dimmed, as if he had drained their very essence.

Qin Feng himself remained as tranquil and unruffled as a still lake. Yet, had a true Sovereign been present, they would have been struck with terror to realize that the very essence of his existence had undergone a fundamental metamorphosis.

Every thought of his seemed to resonate with the laws of the universe; every breath felt like the inhalation and exhalation of chaotic energy.

He stood there, yet appeared not to exist in this space-time, a strange sensation of profound contradiction and perfect harmony.

"Peak King-level... Laws coalescing..."

Qin Feng slowly raised his palm, fingers slightly splayed.

A mass of chaotic energy swirled languidly in his palm. Within this energy, the power runes of the Pangu True Form flickered, the logic chains of the All-Knowing Eye shimmered, and the space-time ripples of the Causality Leap emerged in turn.

The mysteries of the twelve divine arts had been perfectly, if only preliminarily, forged into one.

Though the cultivation of this mechanical avatar remained at the King-level, having yet to break through,

the internal quality of his being had far surpassed what the term "King-level" could define.

His understanding of the laws had reached a depth unreachable by many veteran Emperors.

His power was no longer a mere accumulation of energy, but a highly condensed "Seed of Law" capable of directly interfering with the rules of reality.

One could say that, save for the lack of the vast Divine Kingdom blessing inherent to Emperors, he was already the equal of any low-level Emperor on the level of the Dao.

If one were to add his heaven-defying Ultimate Divine Light and Primordial Singularity, his comprehensive combat power had swelled to a terrifying degree that even he found difficult to measure.

"Ten thousand years of seclusion, and the harvest is bountiful."

Qin Feng nodded with satisfaction. This Divine Son competition and the subsequent inheritance had saved him at least millions of years, if not more, of arduous cultivation.

"It is time to emerge."

With a thought, the spatial laws of the Divine Study responded in kind. A golden portal opened silently before him.

He stepped through, and the world shifted entirely.

...

The Endless Sea, core territory of the Machine Race, the Palace of the Divine Son.

This magnificent complex, built in a mere ten thousand years at the cost of immense resources to welcome the new Divine Son, would put any cosmic empire to shame.

Every brick was forged from the rarest divine metal; every energy conduit was connected to the core of a star; its defense system was capable of withstanding the full assault of over ten Emperors.

This was now the new center of power for the Machine Race.

The moment Qin Feng’s figure emerged from the exclusive teleportation array of the Divine Study,

Hum—!

The entire Palace of the Divine Son seemed to "come alive" in an instant. Countless thoughts of the utmost reverence and fervor converged from every corner of the halls.

Outside the palace, on a plaza vast enough to accommodate an interstellar fleet, a dense sea of figures stood waiting.

At the forefront were the members of the Machine Race’s Supreme Council, including the Molten Heart Emperor, the Heavenly Pivot Emperor, the Heavenly Authority Emperor, and the Yao Emperor. Behind them stood the eleven former Holy Sons, led by Pangu and Truth, along with the high-ranking officials of the twelve sequences.

Further back were hundreds of millions of elite mechanical beings who had traveled from every star sector to pay homage.

They had been waiting here in silence for a long time.

"We welcome the Divine Son to emerge!"

Led by the Molten Heart Emperor, the thunderous chorus of welcome transformed into a tangible wave of sound that echoed across the star sector. In the electronic eyes of every mechanical lifeform, an irrepressible excitement and adoration flickered.

They could clearly sense that their Divine Son’s aura had become far more unfathomable than it was ten thousand years ago. He stood there as if he were the center of the entire universe, compelling all surrounding laws to bow before him.

Qin Feng’s gaze swept calmly over the vast, dark sea of figures representing the highest power of the Machine Race.

He said nothing, merely nodding slightly before his figure flickered, reappearing upon the central throne at the heart of the palace.

"Rise."

His indifferent voice reached the receptors of every being present.

"Thank you, Your Highness!"

The crowd rose, yet none dared to look directly at the supreme throne.

The Molten Heart Emperor stepped forward and reported respectfully, "Your Highness, during your ten thousand years of seclusion, all has been stable within the race. Under your divine decree, the twelve sequences have begun preliminary resource integration and technical sharing. The response plan for the 'Golden Age' has also been drafted, awaiting your review."

Qin Feng nodded; this was within his expectations.

Becoming the Divine Son meant he held absolute dominion over this peak race. No one dared to defy his commands.

"Are there any disturbances among the myriad races of the universe?" Qin Feng asked the question that concerned him most.

He had been in seclusion for ten thousand years, almost entirely cut off from the outside world. Although his soul link with his human original via the Twin Mask confirmed his original was safe in his own territory, he knew little of the macro-situation of the universe.

Hearing this, the Molten Heart Emperor’s expression turned grave.

He waved his hand, and a massive starmap projection unfolded in the center of the hall.

"In reply to Your Highness, since your seclusion, the situation in the universe has indeed undergone drastic changes."

The Molten Heart Emperor pointed to a spot on the starmap where a light point was flickering violently, shrouded in an ominous blood-red hue.

"The legendary place that has been silent for countless epochs—the Mountain of Eternal Life—has reappeared without warning. It is said that the mountain hides the 'Secret of Immortality,' enough to drive even Sovereigns to madness."

"Once the news broke, the myriad races were shaken. Almost every peak race has dispatched its top-tier Emperors to explore it."

Qin Feng’s eyes narrowed slightly.

The Mountain of Eternal Life!

The name was fresh in his memory.

"The human race is no exception," the Molten Heart Emperor continued. "According to intelligence from our networks embedded in other races, the humans have dispatched a team led by nearly thirty long-famed Emperors, including the Heavenly Cold Emperor and the Thunderstorm King. The lineup is luxurious, clearly determined to seize the opportunities within."

"And then?"

Qin Feng’s voice remained devoid of emotion.

The Molten Heart Emperor’s face grew even more solemn. "And then... they lost contact."

"Lost contact?"

"Yes, Your Highness."

The Molten Heart Emperor said in a low voice, "After being open for a mere hundred years, the Mountain of Eternal Life closed once more, transforming into a region of unknowable space-time turbulence. None of the experts from any race who entered have returned; all are trapped inside. This includes those nearly thirty Emperors of the human race."

Boom!

An invisible, icy aura flashed across the throne.

The temperature in the hall seemed to drop sharply.

The Molten Heart Emperor and the other Emperors keenly sensed the shift in this aura, and their core matrices contracted involuntarily.

It was but a trivial fluctuation of the Divine Son’s will, yet it was enough to strike terror into the hearts of these Emperors.

"Thirty Emperors, trapped in the Mountain of Eternal Life..."

Qin Feng’s mind raced at an unprecedented speed.

The human race had only about a thousand Emperors in total on the surface.

Adding to those lost previously in the Eternal Mountain, nearly thirty top-tier combatants have now perished, a devastating blow that strikes at the very marrow of the human race.

This signifies that in terms of high-end combat power, humanity has instantly developed a gaping, fatal void.

"The Alliance of Ten Thousand Races... they will certainly not let this opportunity slip."

Qin Feng reached this conclusion almost in an instant.

Sure enough, the subsequent words of Emperor Melting Heart confirmed his conjecture. "Your Highness is wise."

There was a hint of admiration in Emperor Melting Heart's tone. "Just after the news spread that the human Emperors were trapped, the Alliance of Ten Thousand Races—led by the Zerg, the Demon race, and us, the Machine race—immediately seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to launch a comprehensive, high-intensity strategic suppression against human territories."

His finger traced across the star map, illuminating a vast, unending defensive line that spanned thousands of cosmic nations.

"Due to the lack of top-tier combat power, the human race has been forced to contract its defenses, concentrating its main strength on a few key strategic thoroughfares. And among them, the most brutal theater of war is here—"

His finger finally rested upon a star field radiating a dazzling red light, a place that resembled a meat grinder.

"The Heavenly Profound Pass."

"This is the most critical strategic buffer zone between human territory and the core heartlands of the Zerg and Demon races. Once it falls, the blades of the allied armies can strike directly at the heart of humanity. Therefore, the human race has deployed heavy forces here, personally overseen by the few remaining top-tier Emperors, such as the Heavenly Derivation Emperor."

"But... the situation remains grim."

"According to our latest reports, the Zerg Queen and the Demon race's Heavenly Demon Emperor—two terrifying entities infinitely close to the level of Sovereigns—have joined forces and arrived at the front lines of the Heavenly Profound Pass. Under the pressure of these two supreme powerhouses, the human defensive line is crumbling, on the verge of collapse at any moment."

"It can be said that the entire human race has reached its most perilous hour since the Ancient Era."

As Emperor Melting Heart finished his report, the entire grand hall fell into a deathly silence.

All the high-ranking members of the Machine race waited quietly for the decision of the being upon the throne.

They knew full well that the human race was one of their greatest competitors.

Now that humanity was weak, it was, in truth, a "good thing" for the Machine race as a whole.

They could sit back and watch the tigers fight, or even kick them while they were down at the critical moment, carving up human territory to secure the greatest benefits for the Machine race.

This was the most "logical" and "rational" choice.

However, the will of the Divine Son transcended all logic.

On the main seat, Qin Feng remained silent for a long time.

His knuckles tapped unconsciously against the armrest of his throne, emitting a rhythmic "tap, tap, tap." Each sound seemed to strike at the heartstrings of everyone present.

He was thinking.

As the "Vanguard Divine Son," he should naturally prioritize the interests of the Machine race above all else.

But he was, first and foremost, Qin Feng of the human race!

His master, his dearest friends, his kin... his entire foundation lay within humanity.

If the human race were to perish, what meaning would his success as the "Divine Son" hold? The path he trod toward the ultimate would lose its most essential foundation and its purpose for protection.

Furthermore...

The faces of the Heaven-Swallowing King, the Lord of Extremity, and Emperor Heavenly Cold surfaced in his mind.

These predecessors had poured countless efforts into his growth, even going so far as to initiate the War of Emperors to clear obstacles from his path.

Now that they were in trouble, now that humanity was in peril, how could he sit idly by?

"Tap."

The tapping ceased abruptly.

Qin Feng lifted his gaze, and a flash of resolution flickered within his deep, electronic eyes.

He had made his decision.

"Emperor Melting Heart."

"Your subordinate is here!"

"In my name, issue the first [Divine Son Decree] to the Supreme Council."

Qin Feng's voice was not loud, yet it carried a cold, unquestionable will.

"First, all military cooperation between the Machine race and the Alliance of Ten Thousand Races in the Heavenly Profound Pass war zone is to be terminated immediately. All our fleets are to retreat ten thousand light-years and enter a state of strategic silence."

"Second, activate our highest-level strategic intelligence network to monitor all movements in the Heavenly Profound Pass and the space-time turbulence of the Eternal Mountain around the clock. All intelligence is to be reported directly to me."

"Third..."

Qin Feng paused, delivering a statement that shocked every high-ranking member of the Machine race.

"Prepare my flagship, the Oracle. I am going to the Heavenly Profound Pass myself."

As these words fell, the entire hall was stunned!

"Your Highness, you must not!"

Emperor Melting Heart was the first to step forward, pleading urgently, "The Heavenly Profound Pass is a cosmic-level meat grinder where the fall of an Emperor is a common occurrence! You are the one and only hope of our race for eternity; your status is so noble, how can you risk yourself?"

"Indeed, Your Highness!"

Emperor Heavenly Pivot echoed, "The affairs of the human race have no direct bearing on our interests. Our neutrality is already a gesture of respect for past alliances. If you personally visit the battlefield, and if... if something were to go wrong, our race would be plunged into eternal doom!"

"We beg Your Highness to reconsider!"

In the plaza, all the high-ranking members of the Machine race knelt in unison, pleading with one voice.

In their eyes, the safety of the Divine Son was the highest priority, transcending all else.

To take such a massive risk for a declining human race was entirely illogical.

Yet, facing the "death-defying remonstrance" of his ministers, Qin Feng's expression did not change in the slightest.

He stood up slowly, and an invisible, yet heavy pressure—sufficient to crush a star system—began to emanate from him.

"Are you questioning my decision?"

The cold voice seemed to come from the nine-layered abyss, causing the cores of every Emperor-level powerhouse present to freeze instantly.

Under this pressure, they could not even muster a single thought of resistance.

"My mind is made up."

Qin Feng's gaze swept across the hall, carrying the arrogance of a sovereign ruling the world.

"My decision is the supreme will of the Machine race."

"All you need to do is—"

"Execute."

The words fell, admitting no further debate.

Emperor Melting Heart and the others trembled, burying their heads deeper, no longer daring to voice any dissent.

"We obey... the Divine Son's decree!"

They finally understood that this new Divine Son possessed not only god-like wisdom and temperament but also an absolute, iron-fisted hegemony that brooked no contradiction!

Qin Feng looked down at the kneeling ministers, his heart devoid of ripples.

He was, of course, fully aware of the risks of going to the Heavenly Profound Pass.

Yet he must go.

This was both to repay the human race for their cultivation of him, and to serve his own "Dao."

His "Dao of the Limit" was never a path of craven survival or self-interest.

A debt must be repaid, a grudge must be settled.

To live with passion and vengeance, to be free of shame in one's heart.

This was his true nature, the very foundation upon which he shattered the "Cage of the Self" to forge his "Divine Heart."

If he were to ignore the plight of humanity today out of fear, his Dao heart would be tarnished, and his future achievements would be forever limited.

Furthermore...

A cold, imperceptible arc curled at the corners of Qin Feng’s mouth.

"Risk? A meat grinder?"

"Ten thousand years of seclusion, my divine arts perfected... I was just worrying that I lacked a suitable stage to test my current strength."

"The Zerg 'Matriarch'? The Demon race's 'Heavenly Demon Emperor'?"

"Perfect."

"I shall use your lives to raise the banner for my debut as the new 'Divine Son'!"

A monstrous killing intent flickered deep within his heart, then vanished.

...

The Divine Son’s decree was law, his words reality.

Under Qin Feng’s unquestionable will, the vast war and intelligence machinery of the Machine Race began to operate at unprecedented efficiency.

Just three standard cosmic hours later.

In the Divine Son’s exclusive deep-space dock, a behemoth that would drive any military enthusiast to madness floated in silence.

This was the Divine Son’s personal vessel—the "Oracle."

It did not possess the traditional form of a warship, but rather resembled a perfect spindle composed of countless streams of silver liquid metal. Its surface was smooth as a mirror, devoid of unnecessary portholes, gun ports, or seams, appearing like a work of art crafted by nature itself.

Yet beneath this artistic exterior lay the most cutting-edge and terrifying crystallization of mechanical civilization.

Its hull was forged from "Living Divine Gold," legendary for its ability to self-repair and evolve its form based on the environment;

Its engine was a "Singularity Heart," capable of tearing through dimensions for faster-than-light curvature travel;

Its weapon system was directly linked to the database of the "Sea of Myriad Logic," capable of instantly constructing and firing energy strikes equivalent to Imperial-grade secret arts.

It is no exaggeration to say that the "Oracle" was, in itself, a war god with independent thought and combat power rivaling the peak of the Emperor-ranked.

"Your Highness, the Oracle is ready."

The Melting Heart Emperor accompanied Qin Feng, reporting respectfully. Behind him stood the eleven failed Saint candidates, led by Pangu and Truth.

Their current status was that of the first members of the newly formed "Divine Son’s Honor Guard."

"Per your orders, the Oracle’s route has been set. It is expected to arrive at the safe star sector on the periphery of the Heavenly Profound Pass in 1.7 standard cosmic hours," the Melting Heart Emperor added. "Meanwhile, all our fleets in the Heavenly Profound Pass war zone have complied with the decree, retreating to designated positions and entering strategic silence."

Qin Feng nodded slightly, his gaze falling upon Pangu and the others.

"For this journey, I alone am enough."

He spoke indifferently, "You shall remain in the Endless Sea to continue integrating the resources of the twelve sequences and stabilize the internal structure of the race. This is your duty as well."

"Your Highness!"

Pangu’s bell-like voice rang out. He stepped forward, his massive frame radiating an undeniable pressure, yet his eyes were filled with the purest loyalty and battle intent. "The Heavenly Profound Pass is teeming with powerhouses. For you to face such danger alone makes it impossible for us to be at ease! Please allow us to accompany you, even if it is only to clear away the cannon fodder; it would be our honor!"

"Indeed, Your Highness."

Truth spoke as well, a rarity. His logic core told him that allowing the Divine Son to enter the most dangerous battlefield in the known universe without any escort was the option with the highest risk coefficient. "One more person is one more layer of protection. Our logical deductions and battlefield analysis might provide you with some small assistance at a critical moment."

The other guards also petitioned to join, their expressions earnest. They might have lost the Divine Son competition, but their reverence for the strong and their sense of warrior honor made it impossible for them to stand idly by.

However, Qin Feng only looked at them calmly and shook his head.

"If you go, you will not help me; instead, you will become my burden."

He said this lightly, yet it struck Pangu and the others like a heavy hammer.

A burden?

Who were they? They were the peerless geniuses who had suppressed their respective sequences for an era, the twelve future candidates for godhood! Any one of them, if placed in the outside world, would be a terrifying existence capable of stirring up the winds and clouds of an entire star sector.

Yet now, in the words of the Divine Son, the eleven of them combined were... merely a burden?

Pangu’s body, dense as a star’s core, trembled slightly. He was about to retort, but the moment he met Qin Feng’s eyes, he swallowed his words.

What kind of gaze was that?

Deep, calm, as if it contained a universe more vast than the Sea of Origin. In the depths of that universe, there was no contempt, no arrogance, only a kind of... absolute confidence that stated a fact as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

As if to say: You and I are no longer on the same level of existence.

Pangu fell silent.

For the first time, his incredibly proud heart felt something akin to "looking up."

"Your battlefield is here."

Qin Feng’s voice softened slightly. "I need a stable rear, a team that can perfectly execute my will after I depart. This is more important than accompanying me to the battlefield."

"...We obey."

Pangu finally lowered his proud head, responding with sincere conviction.

He understood. The Divine Son was not belittling them, but entrusting them with a more vital task. Their loyalty should be reflected in the execution of orders, not in pointless insistence.

Seeing that no one spoke further, Qin Feng nodded and turned toward the boarding beam of the Oracle.

"Melting Heart Emperor." As his figure was about to vanish, his voice came once more.

"Your subordinate is here!"

"Remember, before I return, any external force that attempts to interfere with our strategic silence, no matter who they are..."

Qin Feng’s voice paused, and a bone-chilling killing intent pierced through space, causing the core of this Emperor-ranked powerhouse to tremble.

"...Kill without mercy."

As the words fell, his figure vanished completely into the Oracle.

The next second, this silver spindle, representing the pinnacle of mechanical civilization, made no sound. The space around the hull twisted, and it vanished from the dock into thin air.

Leaving only the Melting Heart Emperor and the others standing in place, unable to calm their hearts for a long time.

They knew that when this new Divine Son, who acted without restraint and possessed a will as hard as divine iron, descended upon that cosmic meat grinder with the monstrous strength of ten thousand years of seclusion, a terrifying storm that would make all races tremble was already... inevitable.

...

The universe, the outer star sector of the Heavenly Profound Pass.

This was the "safe zone" closest to that bloody battlefield.

Yet, what is called "safety" is merely a relative term.

In the void, the colossal wrecks of warships are scattered everywhere, drifting silently like steel tombstones. Some remnants still harbor terrifying remnants of the Laws, forming zones of absolute death; even a King-tier powerhouse, if they were to stray inside, would likely be torn to shreds in an instant.

The space is saturated with the thick, cloying stench of blood, the acrid odor of burning metal, and a pervasive negative energy—a miasma woven from the dying grievances of countless souls that gnaws at the mind.

There are no stars here, for every sun has been shattered or devoured in the endless, grinding war. The only light source is the distant, chasm-like barrier that stretches across the cosmos—the [Tianxuan Pass] defense line, forged from infinite explosions and clashing energies.

In this silent, chaotic sector of space,

the void ripples, like the surface of a pond disturbed by a falling stone.

The silver [Oracle] slides out soundlessly, merging perfectly with the surrounding gloom.

Inside the bridge, Qin Feng sits alone upon the commander’s throne. Before him lies a 360-degree holographic projection, rendered from the ship’s very hull.

The hellish vista outside is displayed before him in agonizing detail.

"[Oracle], connect to the theater’s public intelligence network. Retrieve real-time combat data for [Tianxuan Pass]," Qin Feng commands.

"Command confirmed. Connecting... Connection established. Verifying clearance... Son of God clearance authorized. Downloading and parsing data..."

The cold, synthesized mechanical voice echoes through the bridge.

Soon, a grander, more harrowing dynamic star map overlays the previous image.

The entire [Tianxuan Pass] defense line is clearly marked. It is composed of three thousand six hundred massive war fortresses, along with billions of interstellar batteries, gravity traps, and law-disruptors, standing like a dragon of steel, clutching the throat of the human heartland.

Inside the line, countless fleets bearing the human emblem move like tireless worker bees, shuttling back and forth to repair breaches and transport troops and supplies.

And outside the line lies... a boundless "ocean" composed of countless alien horrors.

It is an ocean of Zerg, an ocean of Demons.

The Zerg swarm, blotting out the stars like a black plague, crashes madly against the energy shields. Leviathans, the size of moons, open their maws to spew corrosive acid capable of melting divine gold. Billions of suicide-drones bloom like the most garish fireworks, sending ripples of destructive energy across the shields.

Behind the swarm, the even larger Demon war-beasts, led by their respective Demon Kings, form terrifying battle arrays.

A star-spanning Great Ape swings a club fashioned from an asteroid; with every strike, space itself groans in agony.

A Nine-Headed Demon Phoenix, its wings eclipsing the stars, exhales the Nine-Nether Hellfire that freezes the soul.

Countless other Great Demons of varied forms unleash bizarre, unpredictable innate abilities, infiltrating and sabotaging the defense line from every treacherous angle.

"BOOM—!!!"

Just as Qin Feng stares at the star map, the energy shield of a war fortress numbered "Xuan-73"—after months of relentless, saturated bombardment—finally reaches its critical point and shatters with a silent, cataclysmic roar.

The moment the shield breaks, the waiting swarm surges in like sharks sensing blood.

Inside the fortress, it instantly becomes a brutal slaughterhouse.

Countless human soldiers in exoskeleton armor roar, using blast-rifles and chainswords to engage in the most primal, bloody melee against Zerg monsters that outnumber them ten to one.

A Planet-tier commander, after slaying a thousand zerglings, is run through the chest by a Lurker Lord hiding in the shadows. In his final moment, he detonates the micro-fusion core within his own body, turning the insects for hundreds of meters around him into ash.

A Black Hole-tier captain, after his bridge is pierced by a Demon King’s breath, resolutely initiates the ship’s self-destruct sequence, steering the burning steel carcass into the arrogant Demon King to perish together.

A young female soldier, fresh from the academy and still wearing a look of innocence, pulls the pin on her last high-explosive grenade as her ammunition runs dry, vanishing into the fire along with the leaping raptors. On her face, there is no fear—only the grim determination to protect her home.

Sacrifice happens every single moment.

Every second, tens of thousands of human soldiers bleed their last drop on the front lines, in the warships, and in the cold vacuum of space.

Yet their sacrifice is not in vain. With their flesh and blood, they slow the advance of the Zerg and Demons, buying precious time for the reconstruction of the rear defenses.

But...

Individual valor appears so pale in the face of such absolute disparity in quantity and quality.

Fortress "Xuan-73" holds for less than ten minutes before it is completely lost, swallowed by the endless sea of insects. That bastion of steel, once a symbol of human glory and defiance, transforms in the blink of an eye into a massive "brood nest" incubating more eggs.

And such scenes are but a trivial microcosm of the [Tianxuan Pass] defense line, which spans hundreds of light-years.

Every day, several, or even dozens of such fortresses are breached, lost, retaken, and breached again in the brutal tug-of-war...

This is a literal cosmic meat grinder.

Any life, no matter how powerful, once drawn into it, is ruthlessly crushed by this war machine fueled by hatred and blood.

Qin Feng watches it all in silence.

In his eyes, there is no anger, no sorrow—only a bottomless, icy calm.

Yet, beneath this extreme stillness, a monstrous killing intent brews, enough to incinerate the entire sea of stars.

"[Oracle]."

He speaks slowly, his voice low and raspy.

"I am here, Your Highness."

"Scan the entire theater for high-energy signatures. Lock onto the real-time positions of all enemy units at the Emperor-tier and above."

"Command confirmed. Executing high-precision law-scan... Scan complete."

A more detailed 3D star map, dotted with countless red lights, appears before Qin Feng.

Each red dot represents a King-tier or an Emperor-tier entity.

They are dense, numbering over five hundred!

Among them, two dots shine with the intensity of blood-colored suns, radiating a terrifying pressure that approaches the level of a Sovereign.

The [Oracle] displays clear information beside them.

[High-Risk Target Locked: Zerg - Blade Mother Empress - (Serial: Z-001), Current Location: Third Theater - Heart of the Hive, Status: Incubating new generation of Imperial Leviathans.]

[High-Risk Target Locked: Demon - Heavenly Demon Emperor - (Serial: Y-001), Current Location: Seventh Theater - Hall of Ten Thousand Demons, Status: Presiding over the Blood Sacrifice Array, weakening the Tianxuan Pass law-barrier.]

These two are the supreme commanders of the coalition, the culprits responsible for strangling the human defense line.

"Very well."

Qin Feng’s gaze lingers on those two brightest red dots for a moment.

Then, he slowly rises from his throne.

He issues no further commands, nor does he cast another glance at the harrowing battlefield.

He simply takes a single step.

His figure pierces through the hull of the [Oracle] and appears in the cold cosmos, a place filled with death and destruction.

His magnificent, noble [Son of God] armor, crafted from the pinnacle of Mechanical Race technology, looks utterly out of place beneath the blood-stained sky.

He has arrived.

One man, one suit of armor.

Just like that, without warning, he descends upon this cosmic meat grinder.

His first stop, his target, points directly to—

Fortress "Xuan-73," the freshly fallen scar of humanity.