Chapter 386: Erasure of Concepts! The True Way to Play the Burial Ground! This is

Chapter 386: The Erasure of Concepts! The True Gameplay of the Bone-Burial Grounds! How Could a God-Path Emperor Exist in This Era!

Before the Bone-Burial Grounds, a deathly silence descended upon all living things.

That inconceivable "mass resurrection" event hung over everyone's hearts like an invisible, crushing mountain. The antagonism and estrangement born of power disparities were temporarily eclipsed by a shared, primal fear of the unknown.

No one dared to make a move.

Slaughter had lost its meaning, yet that bone-wrought portal, radiating an ominous aura, remained the only path everyone was forced to face.

"This 'immortality' is undoubtedly a trap."

After a long silence, the Crystal Demon King broke the stalemate. His voice lacked its former arrogance, replaced by a deep, cautious dread.

He glanced at the other eleven God-Path prodigies, their mental fluctuations rapidly exchanging within their exclusive circle.

"The Evil God’s games are never so benevolent. Behind this, there must be a more lethal rule we have yet to discern."

The prodigy of the Fallen God race, the black flames surrounding him flickering, betrayed his inner turmoil: "I agree. I feel that with every resurrection, our connection to this land deepens. This feeling... it is foul, as if we are being 'assimilated' by some entity."

"My core processor detected a high-dimensional manipulation of causality during the last fluctuation."

The Mechanical race prodigy’s electronic eyes pulsed with red light, clearly performing overloaded calculations. "Our life state seems to have been forcibly defined as a superposition between 'life' and 'death.' Logically... this is impossible, unless this place is a realm unto itself, possessing independent laws of life and death."

Though their exchange was covert, the fragments that leaked out sent shivers through the ordinary Kings nearby.

Everyone became a cautious observer, attempting to glean clues from this eerie plain.

Yet, no matter how they probed, the grey-white expanse revealed nothing but that unsettling, deathly stillness.

Time drifted by in this bizarre standoff.

Finally, someone could no longer hold back.

"We cannot wait any longer!"

The Crystal Demon King lost his patience. His icy gaze fell once more upon the twelve trembling "pathfinders." "Rules must be tested with a price. If we cannot die, then go in and see what lies within!"

This time, no one objected.

Everyone understood that someone had to take the first step.

The Crystal Demon King waved his hand, and an irresistible force swept up the Beast-race King he had previously singled out, hurling him mercilessly toward the grey vortex at the heart of the bone portal!

"No—!"

The Beast-race King let out a desperate shriek, his body flying uncontrollably toward the vortex.

The moment he made contact, his figure met no resistance; like a drop of water merging into the sea, he vanished without a trace.

Within the portal, there was no sound, no feedback of energy.

It was as if he had been swallowed by a true, bottomless abyss.

Everyone held their breath, staring fixedly at the portal.

One breath... ten breaths... one hundred breaths...

Time ticked away, and the Beast-race King never reappeared.

He did not resurrect on the plain as he had before.

"Dead?"

"It seems the rule of 'immortality' is limited to the area outside the portal. Once you enter, you die for real!"

This realization caused everyone’s hearts to sink.

The Crystal Demon King’s expression turned grim. He had assumed that whatever the victim encountered inside, they would still resurrect outside, thereby bringing back intelligence. Now, it seemed his gamble had failed.

"Next!"

Without a shred of pity, he grabbed another pathfinder and threw him in.

The result was the same: a stone cast into the sea, with no word returning.

The third... the fourth...

When eleven consecutive pathfinders had been tossed into the portal and vanished without exception, the atmosphere became suffocatingly heavy.

Only the last pathfinder remained. He was a King from the "Stone-Man" race, his body composed of solid rock; yet now, that stony frame trembled violently and uncontrollably.

Just as the Fallen God prodigy prepared to toss him in:

"Wait!"

A hoarse, parched voice, as if it had not spoken in ten thousand years, suddenly rang out.

The one who spoke was among the twelve God-Path prodigies—one who had remained silent and motionless as a statue until now.

He was a bizarre creature, his body seemingly woven from countless withered, grey vines, his face devoid of features save for a tree-hollow that opened and closed.

"King Kuru," Qin Feng thought, recalling the information on this being. An ancient God-Path prodigy of the Plant race, said to have lived for several epochs, with a profound understanding of the laws of life and death.

"What have you discovered?" the Crystal Demon King asked.

King Kuru’s hollow-like mouth opened and closed slowly. "I believe... I understand the rules of this place."

Everyone’s focus sharpened instantly.

"This plain is called the 'Bone-Burial Grounds,'" King Kuru’s voice carried an ancient, weary cadence. "We have all misunderstood. It is not a place to bury the bones of the dead."

He paused, uttering a statement that was both inconceivable and bone-chilling.

"It... is the place where our own bones are buried."

"What do you mean?"

"It means..." King Kuru turned toward the massive bone portal, his voice deepening, "from the moment we stepped onto this plain, we... were already dead."

"What?!"

The words exploded in everyone’s minds like a thunderclap!

"Impossible!"

"I can clearly perceive my own heartbeat and origin; how could I be dead!"

Questions erupted from all sides.

"The form we exist in now is not flesh and blood, but... 'dead souls'." King Kuru ignored the uproar, continuing in his emotionless tone. "The laws of this land have forcibly stripped our souls from our bodies. Our 'vessels'—our bones—have been randomly cast into that portal. Our 'souls,' however, remain here."

"That is why we cannot be killed here. Because a 'dead soul' is already a thing of death; how can it die a second time? Every so-called 'resurrection' is merely the laws of this land pulling our shattered 'dead souls' back together."

This revelation completely overturned everyone’s perception.

"Then... those eleven who went inside, they..." someone asked, voice trembling.

"They did not die," King Kuru revealed a crueler truth. "They simply entered the portal in their 'dead soul' state. A soul without a physical vessel, scoured by the chaotic laws of death within that portal, can have only one outcome—the soul dissipates, and they perish utterly."

"Then... how do we pass?"

"Find your own bones and reunite soul with flesh," King Kuru provided the answer. "Only then can we transform from 'dead souls' back into 'living beings.' This is the trial of the first gate—'Bone-Gathering.'"

"There is no reward for passing this trial."

"The only reward is... to live. And to earn the qualification to proceed to the second gate."

Dead silence.

An absolute, deathly silence.

The words of the Withered-Prosperous King carried such a crushing weight of revelation that the minds of all the supreme monarchs present momentarily seized and stalled.

To step foot here was to have already perished?

What existed now were merely souls?

The only way to pass was to reclaim one's own corpse?

What a grotesque, what a preposterous set of rules!

Yet, as they calmed themselves and meticulously retraced the events that had transpired, they were horrified to discover that this explanation fit every phenomenon with chilling precision.

"So that is it... so that is it..." the Crystal Demon King murmured to himself, his black crystalline eyes revealing, for the first time, a flicker of genuine shock.

Just then, a new transformation unfolded.

The skeletal portal, which had remained dormant, saw its central gray vortex begin to churn violently.

"Ah—!!!"

A shriek, so shrill and inhuman, erupted from within the gate.

The next moment, a figure was violently spat out by the vortex, crashing in a heap onto the plains.

It was the final Stone-Kin scout who had been left behind!

No, that was not right!

Though he still bore the form of the Stone-Kin, the aura radiating from him had become wildly chaotic and deranged! A bestial, savage, and tyrannical energy, entirely foreign to his own, surged madly from his body.

More horrifying still, his arms were locked in a death grip around a set of remains... that were not his own!

It was a skeleton of pure gold, radiating the domineering aura of an ape!

"Power... such immense power!" the Stone-Kin monarch laughed maniacally, his eyes turning blood-red. "The 'Heaven-Dominating Ape Scripture'... a sacred text of the demon race... Hahahaha! I understand! I understand it all!"

He jerked his head up, scanning everyone present with a gaze that blended ecstasy and madness.

"The rules! I shall tell you the true rules!"

"Find your own skeleton, and you may survive!"

"But... if you seize the skeleton of another!" His voice rose sharply, dripping with infinite temptation, "you can claim their life's learning, their every insight into the Great Dao, and the very essence of their cultivation as your own!!"

"BOOM!!!"

If the Withered-Prosperous King’s words were a thunderclap, then the Stone-Kin monarch’s declaration was a divine judgment capable of shattering the world!

Every breath in the vicinity stalled completely at that moment.

To plunder the remains of another and inherit their life’s essence?

What a heaven-defying opportunity!

If an ordinary monarch could obtain the skeleton of a prodigy from the Path of Gods... would that not mean they could instantly qualify to challenge the Path themselves?

And if one were to obtain the skeleton of an Emperor, or even... a Saint?

This thought, like the most insidious of demons, took root and spread within every heart.

"And it is not just us!" The Stone-Kin monarch, as if fearing the fire was not burning brightly enough, cast another bombshell. "Within this portal, there are not only our own skeletons! There are... there are the remains of every powerhouse who has died here across countless epochs!"

"Gods, demons, immortals, buddhas, dragons, titans... they are numberless! Nearly... nearly a million skeletons of the mighty! It is an ocean... an ocean composed of treasures!!"

Having said this, he could no longer suppress the violent, alien energy within him; his body exploded, shattering into a sky full of stone fragments.

But his words remained, like an indelible curse, branded deep into the soul of every person present.

The scene fell into a deathly silence once more.

But this silence was no longer born of fear; it was born of an extreme, overflowing greed.

The eyes of everyone had changed.

In the glances they exchanged, there was no longer any reverence or caution, only the naked, predatory gaze one reserves for "prey" and "treasure."

Behind the distant asteroid belt, inside the Oracle, Qin Feng’s pupils contracted slightly.

"So... this is the complete set of rules."

A monstrous tide surged within his heart as well.

"To step foot here is to have already perished..."

He instinctively examined himself.

Sure enough, he sensed an incredibly subtle, yet now that the truth was known, an unmistakable "sense of severance."

It was as if his soul and this [Ultimate Emperor’s Body] were separated by an invisible membrane. The body remained his own, perfectly controllable, but that sense of absolute, seamless unity between soul and flesh had vanished.

It was like stroking one’s own cheek while wearing a glove.

The sensation was there, but ultimately... there was a layer between.

So, I... have already died?

This thought, even for a man with a heart like stone, felt absurd and shocking.

He hadn't even noticed when he had "died"; the moment he stepped onto these plains, under a rule he could neither comprehend nor resist, he had simply... died, in such a muddled fashion?

And what existed now was merely a "dead soul" clinging to a shell?

"Is this... the handiwork of the Evil Gods?"

Qin Feng’s expression was graver than ever before.

This was not a crushing of power, but a manipulation of the laws of existence! It was the dimensional strike of a higher-dimensional lifeform upon a lower one, akin to rewriting code!

For the first time, he felt the true terror of the four Evil Gods who had been laying their plans for eons.

Just then, the standoff outside was finally broken.

"Hahaha! So that is it! So that is it! This is no graveyard; this is a place of apotheosis!"

A wild laugh erupted from the Crystal Demon King. The caution in his eyes had vanished, replaced by boundless ambition and fanaticism.

"Gentlemen, the opportunity lies before us! Whether you survive as cowards or ascend to the heavens depends entirely on your own abilities!"

Before the words had even faded, he was the first to move!

His figure transformed into a streak of black light, and without a moment’s hesitation, he plunged headlong into the skeletal portal!

His action was like a spark hitting a powder keg.

"Charge!"

"The skeleton of the Path of Gods prodigy is mine!"

"Whoever blocks me shall die!"

In an instant, everyone went mad!

Whether they were prodigies of the Path of Gods or ordinary monarchs, they were now governed by an infinite greed, swarming toward the skeletal portal like a school of fish.

Former enemies and allies alike had become potential rivals.

The ugliness of human nature was, in this moment, laid completely bare.

Qin Feng did not move.

He merely watched this farcical spectacle in silence, his gaze cold as ice.

Only when the last of the crowd had surged through the portal, leaving the plains empty once more, did he finally take a step.

With a single stride, his figure appeared directly before the gateway.

Without a moment’s hesitation, he stepped into the swirling gray vortex.

...

The instant he passed through the vortex, the scene before Qin Feng shifted abruptly.

He had arrived in a world... beyond the reach of language.

There was no sky, no earth.

In every direction, there was only an endless, gray void.

And floating within this void were... bones.

Infinite, boundless bones!

Some were no larger than a palm, delicate and exquisite, like works of art.

Others were as vast as stars; a single finger bone could rival the size of a moon.

Some radiated a sacred brilliance, as if left behind by fallen deities.

Others were wreathed in ominous black vapors, thick with malice and curses.

Humanoid, bestial, botanical, elemental... for eons, the bones of the myriad races who perished here had coalesced to form this... sea of skeletons.

Every bone represented a once-mighty soul.

Every bone held the promise of a heaven-defying opportunity.

Qin Feng hovered amidst this bone-sea, and even with his tempered heart, he could not help but feel a tremor of awe at the grand, macabre sight.

He could clearly sense countless greedy, violent, and chaotic divine wills sweeping and colliding throughout the expanse.

Clearly, the kings who had entered earlier had already begun their frantic treasure hunt.

Qin Feng paid them no mind.

His primary objective was not treasure, but... resurrection.

He closed his eyes, slowly unfurling his black-gold divine will, vast enough to shroud an entire cosmic empire.

He did not probe the power contained within the bones; instead, he reached out to sense, to seek that singular resonance—the one born of his own soul and bloodline.

Soon, amidst the cacophony of skeletal auras, he captured a thread, faint yet unmistakable.

In that direction.

Qin Feng’s eyes snapped open, a flash of divine light piercing his pupils as he locked onto a coordinate deep within the bone-sea.

He hesitated no longer, his form shifting into a streak of light, hurtling toward that destination.

Yet, he had barely traveled far.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Three immensely powerful attacks descended upon him from three different directions!

They were three peak-level kings, clearly mistaking Qin Feng for a rival in the scramble for fortune, and without hesitation, they had joined forces to purge this latecomer.

Human, this path is closed!

Leave your death-soul behind and become our sustenance!

Facing this sudden ambush, Qin Feng’s face remained devoid of expression.

He did not even make a superfluous movement.

He simply... continued to fly forward.

The moment those three attacks—each capable of obliterating an ordinary peak king—were about to strike him, a terrifying aura, indescribable in words, flickered from his body.

It was the aura... of an Emperor!

Though it was but a sliver, it possessed the weight of the Heavenly Dao, instantly crushing the kings' attacks and surging onward to strike their very death-souls.

Puff!

The three peak kings could not even muster a scream; their death-souls, like foam under the sun, were shattered and annihilated by that imperial might!

In a single thought, he had slain three kings!

Having done this, Qin Feng’s speed did not falter in the slightest, as if he had merely crushed three ants blocking his path.

His gaze remained fixed on the distance, on the sole coordinate resonating with his soul.

He would reclaim his life first.

Then, he would properly "tour" this treasury... crafted by the hands of an Evil God!

He sped onward, his formidable imperial aura radiating without restraint. Along the way, every king who sensed this presence turned pale with terror, scattering in haste, no longer daring to harbor the slightest thought of obstruction.

Finally, he arrived at the place of strongest resonance. It was a mountain of bones, piled high with the remains of countless gargantuan beasts.

And at the summit, a skeleton lay in silent repose.

It was a humanoid skeleton, crystalline and white as carved jade. Every inch of bone emitted a faint, eternal radiance; within the marrow, billions of stars seemed to be born and die, flowing with a "limitless" Dao that encompassed and transcended all things.

It was his own [Limitless Imperial Body]!

Qin Feng’s figure descended upon the peak, standing before his own remains.

He reached out, slowly, toward the skeleton.

The moment his fingertips were about to touch the bone—

Hum—

The skeleton and his death-soul erupted simultaneously with a dazzling divine light, triggering an intense resonance.

Qin Feng’s hand passed through the skeleton’s chest, gently "reclaiming" it.

The skeleton transformed into a stream of light, merging into his death-soul.

In an instant, a feeling of unprecedented, seamless wholeness washed over him.

The "severance" between soul and flesh vanished entirely.

A warmth, heavy and brimming with vitality, flowed from his limbs and bones, giving him the sensation of... returning to solid, sun-warmed land after drifting in a frozen abyss.

He could feel his heartbeat, becoming powerful and resonant.

He could feel his origin, cheering in triumph.

Finally...

He was alive again.

...

At the very instant his soul and flesh reunited, Qin Feng experienced a sense of wholeness and power unlike anything he had ever known.

This was far more than a mere resurrection; it was a fundamental reshaping and sublimation of his very essence. Having passed through the threshold of death and returned in this realm constructed from the laws of mortality, he gained a profound, ineffable insight into the universe’s two ultimate concepts: life and death.

This realization seeped silently into his "Way of the Limit," causing his foundational path to grow deeper and more harmonious.

He slowly opened his eyes, and a gaze condensed into tangible divine light flashed, effortlessly piercing the grey mists of this space to behold the far horizon.

The entire burial ground became crystalline in his sight.

He could see countless "dead souls"—kings who had yet to find their own remains—battling and scrambling frantically across this boundless sea of bones.

Some fought tooth and nail to seize an ancient skeleton radiating a formidable aura; others were caught in the chaos, ambushed by stronger foes, their "dead souls" shattered and their ability to act temporarily extinguished; still others drifted like headless flies, anxiously searching this ocean of remains for the singular coordinate that resonated with their own souls.

Chaos was the eternal theme of this place.

Those who had already successfully "resurrected" were far more cautious. They either sought an immediate, hidden corner to begin refining their newly acquired "spoils," or they set their sights on the unresurrected "dead souls," attempting to eradicate them completely while they were at their most vulnerable to prevent future trouble.

For everyone understood that once those "dead souls" successfully returned to life, they would become formidable competitors in this hunting ground.

Qin Feng’s gaze swept across the field.

A cold, sharp arc curled upon his lips.

To him, this land of death—a place of mortal peril for all others—had transformed into a feast the likes of which had never been seen, and never would be again.

A feast of "laws."

His "Way of the Limit" was all-encompassing, seeking to reach the theoretical zenith in every domain. To perfect this path, he required a vast, diverse array of Great Dao laws as reference and sustenance.

And before him lay nearly a million skeletons of powerful beings, encompassing almost every mainstream and obscure cultivation system that had ever emerged since the birth of the universe.

The Divine, the Demonic, the Immortal, the Martial, the Technological, the Soul...

This was the ultimate "Library of Laws."

"Then..."

Qin Feng whispered to himself, his figure rising slowly from the peak of the bone mountain.

"...let the banquet begin."

His divine sense no longer sought merely his own resonance; instead, it unfurled like an invisible, colossal net covering the entire sea of bones, beginning to arrogantly and unreservedly deconstruct every single skeleton existing in this space.

"Hum—!"

A power of divine sense so vast it could make even an Emperor turn pale surged forth with a roar!

In an instant, every king within the burial ground—whether in the state of a "dead soul" or already resurrected—felt as if their minds had been struck by a supernova!

"Pfft!"

Some of the weaker peak kings, under the impact of this divine sense, could not even muster a defense; their "dead souls" were shattered on the spot, dissolving into pure soul particles that vanished into the grey mist.

Those with stronger foundations let out muffled groans of agony, their faces turning ash-white, their spirits trembling violently as if a red-hot branding iron had been pressed deep into their very souls.

"What is happening!"

"This is... an Emperor’s divine sense! How could there be an Emperor-level powerhouse here!"

"No! The intensity of this sense... it is more terrifying than any Emperor I have ever encountered!"

Panic spread like a plague through the hearts of all the kings.

They looked up in horror, tracing the source of that divine sense.

There, in the center of the bone sea, atop the mountain of giant beast remains, a black-clad figure hovered in silence.

He made no move, yet merely by standing there, his very existence became the sole center of this world of death.

The terrifying pressure that crushed all things, forcing every spirit to submit, emanated from him alone.

"It’s him!"

"That human who entered last!"

Everyone recognized Qin Feng.

But now, the way they looked at him had changed entirely.

Before, they had merely felt his aura was unfathomable, perhaps some hidden genius of the Divine Path.

Now, they finally understood how tragically mistaken they had been.

That was no genius of the Divine Path!

That was a true, living... Emperor!!!

An Emperor, disguised as a King, mingling among them like a wolf among sheep!

This realization brought an endless chill and despair to every heart.

How could they play this game?

It was as if a group of beggars fighting tooth and nail for breadcrumbs had suddenly discovered a King driving a tank in their midst.

This was not competition; this was a dimensional strike!

"Run!"

After a brief, deathly silence, someone let out a hysterical scream.

The next moment, the entire burial ground plunged into unprecedented chaos.

Every king abandoned their struggle for bones, abandoned the search for their own bodies; only one thought remained in their minds—flee! Get as far away from that terrifying human as possible!

Yet, would Qin Feng let them have their way?

"Since you have come, stay and serve as my sustenance."

His indifferent voice reached the ears of every living thing with absolute clarity.

The moment the words fell, he moved.

[Limit Domain] · [Cage of Laws]

"Hum—"

With Qin Feng as the center, an invisible domain of power expanded instantly, shrouding the greater part of the burial ground!

Within this domain, space was solidified, and the laws were rewritten.

All the kings fleeing in a frenzy found, to their horror, that their bodies were frozen as if trapped in amber, unable to move a muscle.

They had become, in truth, lambs waiting for the slaughter.

Qin Feng’s figure appeared, as if by teleportation, before a burly Demon King radiating an aura of destruction.

This Demon King had already successfully resurrected and had just seized a skeleton containing the laws of an ancient "Destruction Demon God," which he was in the middle of refining.

Feeling Qin Feng’s arrival, his crimson pupils filled with terror.

"No... do not kill me! I am willing to offer—"

His words were cut short.

Qin Feng simply extended a finger and tapped it lightly against the center of his brow.

There was no divine light, no energy.

[Conceptual Negation].

The body of that demon king, along with his soul and the "Destroyer Demon God" remains he had just acquired, were, before his very eyes, thoroughly "negated" at the most fundamental conceptual level.

His existence was erased.

The "Way of Destruction" he had cultivated his entire life, and the "Ancient Laws of Destruction" contained within those remains, transformed into two streams of pure, quintessential law-information, flowing like brooks into the tips of Qin Feng’s fingers, merging into his own "Way of the Limit."

Qin Feng closed his eyes, silently contemplating for a moment.

"The Law of Destruction... so that is how it is. It differs from my own understanding in such ways."

The puzzle piece of "Destruction" within his "Way of the Limit" became more complete and refined.

Having finished this, he turned his gaze toward the next target.

A one-sided, highly efficient "harvest" had begun.

Qin Feng’s figure, like a farmer walking through a field, moved unhurriedly across this "wheat field of laws" he had imprisoned.

Wherever he arrived, a king, along with the remains he possessed, would be "conceptually negated," transforming into the purest nourishment of laws to be absorbed.

The Law of Fire... the Law of Space... the Law of Time... the Law of Life... the Law of Death...

Countless profound and mysterious Great Dao laws, some he had encountered before and others entirely new, surged into his "Way of the Limit" like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, causing his Dao foundation to swell and surge at a pace visible to the naked eye!

This was infinitely more efficient than the three thousand years of bitter cultivation and the study of thirty billion body-refining techniques he had endured at the Human Sacred Academy!

Because what existed here were the distilled essences of peak kings, cultivated over lifetimes!

...

Just as Qin Feng was indulging in this "supplement," outside the range of the [Limit Domain], the twelve prodigies of the Divine Path all wore expressions of extreme ugliness.

Due to their immense strength and quick reactions, they had narrowly escaped the domain's reach.

But now, watching Qin Feng within the domain, harvesting the lives and laws of kings as easily as a god or demon, their hearts were filled with boundless horror and... a sliver of relief.

"An Emperor... he truly is an Emperor!" The Crystal Demon King’s voice carried a tremor for the first time. "And not an ordinary one! I have never seen such terrifying domain power, capable of imprisoning hundreds of peak kings simultaneously!"

"What... what is he doing?" The prodigy of the Fallen God Race watched Qin Feng’s eerie method of killing, his scalp tingling. "He isn't just killing; he is... devouring laws! Directly turning the opponent's Dao into his own!"

Such a method was unheard of, more domineering and sinister than any demonic art they had ever known!

"The Golden Age... hasn't it only just begun?"

The electronic eyes of the Mechanical Race prodigy flashed red to the extreme, indicating that his internal logic had fallen into total chaos. "According to the evolution of cosmic laws, it is impossible for an Emperor who has walked the 'Divine Path' to be born in this era! Where... where did this monster emerge from?"

"How much fortune does he possess? To be able to support him in reaching this stage in such a short time?"

Jealousy, confusion, fear... various emotions intertwined frantically in the hearts of these usually high-and-mighty Divine Path prodigies.

They had always believed themselves to be the protagonists of this era, the children of destiny born to meet the times.

But now, Qin Feng’s appearance was like a basin of ice water, chilling them to the bone.

It turned out that above them, there existed such a terrifying entity!

Just as they were gripped by suspicion and uncertainty, all the ordinary kings within the domain had been "cleansed" by Qin Feng.

Qin Feng’s indifferent gaze pierced the boundary of the domain and fell upon the twelve of them.

The moment they were touched by that gaze, the twelve Divine Path prodigies shuddered in unison.

They felt as if they had been targeted by a prehistoric behemoth.

"Damn it! He’s looking this way!"

"Run! This person cannot be fought!"

Without hesitation, the twelve Divine Path prodigies made the wisest decision—flee!

They transformed into twelve streaks of light, scattering frantically in different directions across the Bone Sea.

However, would Qin Feng let these twelve "fattest" sources of nourishment escape?

"Want to leave?"

He let out a cold snort, and his figure vanished instantly.

The next moment, he appeared on the escape path of the Mechanical Race prodigy, blocking his way.

"You..."

The Mechanical Race prodigy was horrified. His body disintegrated in an instant, turning into billions of nanobots, attempting to pass through Qin Feng’s blockade from different angles.

"Playing with disintegration in front of me?"

A mocking curve touched the corner of Qin Feng’s mouth.

He simply reached out his hand and gave a gentle squeeze toward the metal storm.

"Hum—"

An irresistible force of the "Limit" acted instantly upon those billions of nanobots.

The internal structure of every robot, its lowest-level energy circuits and information encoding, were forcibly tampered with and overwritten at the same time!

"Zzzzz..."

The metal storm stalled in mid-air, and then, those billions of nanobots actually reversed direction, re-converging in Qin Feng’s palm to form a sphere... shimmering with a metallic luster.

That arrogant Divine Path prodigy of the Mechanical Race had been, in Qin Feng’s understated manner, "formatted."

Qin Feng put away the metal sphere containing the opponent's life essence and cast his gaze toward the next target.

"Crystal Demon King, is it?"

He locked onto the black streak of light fleeing the fastest.

The Crystal Demon King, currently fleeing in a frenzy, suddenly felt a terrifying murderous intent capable of freezing his soul lock onto him tightly.

He turned his head abruptly and saw Qin Feng’s ghost-like figure in hot pursuit.

"Bastard! Who the hell are you!" The Crystal Demon King let out a roar of rage and terror; he knew he could not escape.

"If that’s the case, let’s see just how vast the gap between us on the Divine Path truly is!"

He roared, stopped fleeing, and turned to charge headlong at Qin Feng!

His divine body, constructed from "Demon Source Crystals," erupted with brilliant black light, throwing a punch that seemed as if it would shatter the entire burial ground!

Facing a strike capable of severely wounding an ordinary Emperor, Qin Feng’s face remained as indifferent as before.

He, too, threw a punch.

He used no laws, nor any divine abilities.

It was merely pure, physical strength.

[Limit Body] · [Conceptual Law-Breaking]

"Boom—!!!"

The two fists collided in the void with a thunderous crash!

There was no earth-shattering explosion.

At the moment of impact, the Crystal Demon King’s fist—touted as an impenetrable, indestructible "Source Crystal"—shattered into fragments like fragile glass.

That irresistible force of "Limit" surged forward with unstoppable momentum, racing up his arm to consume his entire being.

"Crack... crack..."

The crisp sound of disintegration echoed through the void.

With eyes wide in terror and bewilderment, the Crystal Demon King watched helplessly as his divine body was pulverized into a cloud of crystalline dust by a single, brutal blow.

Another prodigy of the Divine Path had fallen.

Witnessing this, the remaining fugitives were paralyzed by a primal, soul-shattering fear.

"A monster! He is a monster!"

"Quick! Scatter! Every man for himself!"

Abandoning all hope, they burned their life essence and unleashed forbidden arts, desperate only to escape the clutches of this god of slaughter.

Yet, before such absolute power, all efforts were in vain.

Qin Feng moved like the Grim Reaper, "calling the roll" one by one across the sea of bones.

Ten minutes later.

The entire boneyard returned to a deathly silence.

Save for Qin Feng, not a single living soul remained standing.

He hovered quietly in the heart of the bone sea, eyes closed, digesting the vast and surging ocean of laws he had just devoured.

In this brief span, his "Way of the Limit" had been filled and perfected as never before.

After a long while, he slowly opened his eyes, a flicker of satisfaction crossing his gaze.

"Next..."

His eyes turned toward this boundless treasury, where a million powerful beings lay in eternal slumber.

"Time to go 'treasure hunting'."

He had become the sole sovereign of this graveyard.

A frantic harvest of laws, belonging to him alone, had officially begun.

(End of chapter)