Chapter 391: Ultimate Saint, Qin Feng's Revenge! Knocking on the Divine Gate!

Chapter 391: The Ultimate Saint, Qin Feng’s Revenge! Knocking at the Divine Gate!

The moment the Beacon of Khorne’s Blood Sacrifice flickered out, Qin Feng felt no relief, only a profound exhaustion that seeped from the very marrow of his soul.

Ten thousand years of flight had stretched every nerve to the breaking point, draining every ounce of his potential.

Though he had survived, honing his saintly combat instincts to the absolute limit amidst this baptism of blood and fire, his foundation had been riddled with microscopic fractures from countless near-fatal wounds and extreme overexertion.

He was like a peerless blade, forged in haste and thrust into the cruelest of battlefields before it could be tempered—razor-sharp, yet harboring hidden, fatal flaws.

He needed time.

After another six months of erratic spatial leaps to ensure no divine sense could track him, Qin Feng chose a place known as the "Cemetery of Eras" for his seclusion.

It was one of the oldest, most desolate regions in the Endless Sea.

Legend held that the final remnants of several long-extinguished cosmic epochs had drifted here, forming a zone of "absolute void" where even light and the laws of physics had perished.

There were no resources, no living souls; for a saint, it was a "prison of withered silence" more terrifying than any death trap.

But for Qin Feng, it was the perfect sanctuary.

He sat cross-legged at the core of an epochal ruin, a "singularity of dead silence" so dense that even saintly power could not penetrate it.

He merged his aura with this eternal stillness, vanishing completely from the causal fabric of the universe.

The seclusion began.

For the first thousand years, Qin Feng did not cultivate or refine treasures. He merely "sorted."

He replayed every battle, every brush with death from the past ten thousand years in his mind, slowing them down to a crawl, millions of times over.

He saw the exquisite complexity of the Thousand-Handed Manifestation’s causal web, the eerie mystery of the Absolute Shadow Saint’s spatial shifts, and the sheer grandeur of the Immeasurable Spacetime Sealing Array cast by a hundred saints.

These enemies, once fatal threats, had become his greatest teachers.

He dismantled their saintly laws with his Ultimate Divine Light, analyzing and absorbing them, then using them as nutrients to integrate into his own "Ultimate Saint Path."

His path was built upon the core of the "Ultimate," a vast ocean that accepted all rivers. This ten-thousand-year hunt had inadvertently provided him with the finest library of "law materials" in the universe.

In the second thousand years, he began to mend himself.

The cracks in his saintly body slowly knit together under the powerful regenerative capacity of his Primordial Ultimate Physique. The depletion of his soul was replenished by soul-path treasures seized from his pursuers.

More importantly, he began to truly and systematically "look inward" at the power he had gained since ascending to the Saint Realm.

The Ultimate Divine Light.

It was no longer a mere means of attack, but an "authority"—a supreme prerogative to define, rewrite, and erase the underlying logic of the universe.

A single thought, and ten thousand laws manifest.

A single thought, and concepts collapse.

He began to experiment with finer operations. For instance, imbuing a common pebble with the concept of "eternal indestructibility," or stripping a ray of light of its "speed," leaving it frozen in the void.

It was an experience akin to that of a Creator.

By the third thousand years, all of Qin Feng’s injuries were healed, and his foundation was more solid than ever before. His aura had become more restrained than before his flight—a calm that returned to simplicity.

Standing atop the singularity of silence, the opening and closing of his chaotic eyes caused the very laws of the Cemetery of Eras to resonate and submit.

Though his cultivation level had not risen an inch, remaining at the entry level of the Saint Realm, his combat power was now worlds apart from what it had been three millennia ago.

"Thirteen thousand years of delay..."

Qin Feng whispered to himself, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"It is time to go back."

His goal had never changed.

The scattered treasures of the Endless Sea were but rootless duckweed. Only the Seventy-Two Divine Gates were the stairs leading to the ultimate secrets of this universe.

He would return to continue the unfinished journey.

He would return to settle old scores with those so-called prodigies and ignite a new "clash of titans."

Qin Feng took a step, his form dissolving into the void.

A saint could now partially ignore the spatial barriers of the Divine Gates. Instead of returning to the forty-fifth gate, he sensed the laws of the gates and tore through space, descending directly to a higher level.

When Qin Feng opened his eyes again, he was at the fifty-second gate—the Sea of Illusory Hearts.

There was no land here, only an endless sea of mist radiating seven-colored light. This sea was not made of water, but of pure spiritual energy and the laws of illusion; any creature that stepped inside would be dragged into the deepest layers of their own inner demons, sinking forever.

At this moment, on an island made of crystallized spiritual energy in the center of the sea, a hunt was underway.

Dozens of creatures resembling vultures, wreathed in black soul-fire, were surrounding three trembling prodigies of an alien race. These were the notorious soul-predators of the universe—the Netherfire Vultures—and their leader, massive in size, possessed an aura that was clearly of the Saint Realm.

"Hand over the Nine-Orifice Soul-Nurturing Jade, or your souls shall become our feast," the Netherfire Vulture Saint hissed with a sharp, icy divine sense.

The three besieged prodigies turned pale. One of them clutched a shimmering white jade that seemed to breathe with life, his eyes filled with despair. The Nine-Orifice Soul-Nurturing Jade was the ultimate reward of this gate, a supreme treasure capable of transmuting a saint’s very soul.

Just then, Qin Feng’s figure appeared at the edge of the island without warning.

His arrival caused no spatial fluctuations; he stood there as if he had always been there.

"Another one here to die?" The Netherfire Vulture Saint noticed Qin Feng, a trace of disdain in its scarlet eyes. "A mere human dares to covet this place? Get lost!"

Qin Feng ignored him, his gaze fixed solely on the Nine-Orifice Soul-Nurturing Jade.

After ten thousand years of flight, his soul was the most depleted; this item was of great use to him.

"It seems you do not understand my words."

Seeing Qin Feng ignore him, the Netherfire Vulture Saint flew into a rage. It opened its massive beak, and a bolt of black soul-fire capable of annihilating souls shot toward Qin Feng like an arrow.

Facing an attack that would make even a peer of the same rank turn pale, Qin Feng did not even lift an eyelid.

He simply raised his right hand.

There was no earth-shattering explosion of energy, not even a flicker of light.

An invisible, imperceptible "will" instantly enveloped the entire area.

Ultimate Divine Light: Conceptual Rewriting.

In his heart, Qin Feng issued a new "definition" for this space:

"In this place, the concept of 'soul' does not exist."

In an instant, an inconceivable scene unfolded.

The black soul-fire shooting toward Qin Feng extinguished and dissipated in mid-air, for the target it was meant to strike—the "soul"—had ceased to exist at the level of fundamental law.

Immediately after, the dozens of arrogant Netherfire Vultures, including their saintly leader, began to tremble violently. Their bodies, composed of soul-fire, began to dim and turn transparent at a rapid pace.

"No... my power... my existence..." The Netherfire Vulture Saint let out a scream of extreme terror, yet no sound emerged.

Without the vessel of a "soul," their very existence had become a paradox.

Pop, pop, pop...

Like bubbles being pricked, the dozens of Netherfire Vultures, along with their saintly leader, vanished into silence and nothingness within a single breath.

An instant kill.

It transcended even the act of a swift execution.

It was an erasure, fundamental and absolute in its logic.

The three surviving prodigies of the alien races were utterly paralyzed by terror, staring at Qin Feng as if witnessing an indescribable monster.

Qin Feng stepped forward slowly, and under the gaze of the trembling prodigy, he took the "Nine-Orifice Soul-Nurturing Jade" from his hand.

From beginning to end, he did not spare those three prodigies a single glance.

He walked to the far side of the desolate island, sat cross-legged, and pressed the soul jade into his brow right before their eyes.

A surge of vast, pristine soul energy flooded his consciousness, nourishing a spirit weary from ten thousand years of war.

His strength grew steadily.

Yet, his cultivation realm remained anchored at the threshold of the Saint Realm.

His foundation was too profound; the energy he required was a bottomless abyss.

After spending years refining the jade, Qin Feng’s soul power surged by more than thirty percent, his thoughts clear, rounded, and unimpeded. He tore through space, heading toward the next trial that piqued his interest.

The fifty-eighth trial, the [Star Furnace].

This stage was fashioned from the core of a super-giant star. Gravity here was billions of times stronger than in the outside world, and the temperature was sufficient to melt a Saint’s body in an instant. This trial tested the purity of one’s physical strength.

The reward—the [Primordial Dragon Marrow Crystal]—was a supreme divine object for tempering the flesh.

When Qin Feng arrived, the battle had already concluded.

A giant ape, ten thousand feet tall, covered in dark golden fur and exuding a violent aura, stood atop the unrecognizable corpse of a Saint-level powerhouse, roaring at the heavens.

"Who else?!"

Its voice boomed like a billion thunderclaps, causing the entire Star Furnace to hum and vibrate.

This was the greatest prodigy of the [Star-Bone Tyrant Ape] clan, known as the "Tyrant Ape King," a peak Saint who had reached the zenith of physical cultivation. His saintly body was so formidable he dared to challenge Saint-King weapons with his bare hands.

In his hand, he toyed with a fist-sized golden crystal, seemingly forged from pure, dragon-shaped lightning—the [Primordial Dragon Marrow Crystal].

Qin Feng’s figure appeared at the edge of the furnace; the terrifying heat and gravity were to him like a gentle breeze.

The Tyrant Ape King’s copper-bell eyes locked onto him instantly, his mouth curling into a grin that revealed jagged, white fangs: "Another one with a death wish? A human? Your frame isn't even enough to pick my teeth."

Qin Feng said nothing, merely extending his hand in a gesture that meant "give it here."

"You court death!"

The Tyrant Ape King was thoroughly enraged. He loathed nothing more than such a dismissive attitude.

He used no fancy techniques, simply throwing a single, straightforward punch.

This blow invoked the gravity laws of the entire Star Furnace, condensing into a tangible golden fist-print capable of pulverizing a galaxy, hurtling toward Qin Feng at speeds beyond light.

Facing this extremity of pure "force," Qin Feng remained motionless.

He merely lifted his eyes, watching the world-shattering fist-print with calm detachment.

[Ultimate Divine Light: Law Reconfiguration].

In his vision, the Tyrant Ape King’s indestructible body and his tyrannical force were composed of countless fundamental laws of physics and power.

What he had to do was simple.

Find the core laws that constituted "solidity" and "strength," and then... swap them.

Hum—

An invisible ripple, mediated by Qin Feng’s gaze, acted instantly upon the Tyrant Ape King.

The next second, the savage grin on the King’s face froze.

He discovered with horror that his proud, indestructible body was becoming "fragile" in a way that defied comprehension.

And the force of the punch he had thrown became as "soft" as cotton.

But his momentum was too great to retract.

And so, before the silent audience, a horrific scene unfolded.

The golden fist, capable of shattering stars, disintegrated the moment it flew, shattering into basic energy particles.

Following that, his ten-thousand-foot saintly body began to crumble, from fist to arm, then to torso... breaking apart inch by inch.

He was like a giant made of sand, blown away by the very wind his own punch had created.

"No... my body..."

That was the Tyrant Ape King’s final utterance in this world.

To his dying breath, he never understood why his strongest "spear" had shattered his strongest "shield."

Qin Feng stepped forward, catching the pristine [Primordial Dragon Marrow Crystal] amidst the swirling golden dust.

He did not even look at the ashes of the Tyrant Ape King, tossing the crystal into his mouth and chewing it like a piece of candy, the sound echoing with a crisp crunch.

The pure power of the Primordial Dragon Marrow surged through his limbs, his [Hunyuan Ultimate Body] becoming more refined, every cell branded with a trace of immortal gold.

Strength increased once more.

His realm remained unmoved.

Successive plundering and refining caused Qin Feng’s power to snowball. He no longer needed to clear every stage; he chose only those that offered useful, top-tier rewards.

His next target was the sixty-third trial, the [Heavenly Secret Weaving Workshop].

This was one of the most mysterious stages in the universe, rumored to be left behind by an ancient god who governed fate. The entire stage was a massive loom woven from countless threads of causality, destiny, and law, testing the challenger’s insight into "Heavenly Secrets" and "Fate."

The reward for this stage was a fragment of the [Ten Thousand Dao Law Stele].

It was said to contain the origin runes of three thousand Saint Daos.

When Qin Feng arrived, the [Ten Thousand Dao Law Stele] floated silently in the center of the workshop, the area seemingly empty.

But Qin Feng’s saintly consciousness clearly perceived, behind the countless overlapping threads of causality, a cold and sinister aura.

It was a trap.

Qin Feng cared not, walking straight toward the stele.

The moment his fingers were about to touch the stone, the hidden enemy finally struck.

There was no attack, no killing intent.

Only a pitch-black "Cursed Causality Thread" shot from the back of the stele, silently coiling toward Qin Feng’s saintly soul.

This was a death-trap set by the "Cursed Saint" of the [Thousand-Face Divine Sect]. He knew Qin Feng’s strength was immense and that a direct confrontation was futile. Thus, he had spent a millennium weaving a "Fate-Reversal Curse."

Once Qin Feng touched the stele, the curse would follow the thread, attacking his past, present, and future, erasing his "destiny" entirely.

"He's taken the bait..." the Cursed Saint sneered silently.

However, the black thread stopped an inch from Qin Feng’s brow.

It was not blocked; it had collided with an invisible, insurmountable wall.

Qin Feng turned his head slowly, his gaze piercing through billions of threads of causality, locking directly onto the true form of the Cursed Saint.

"Playing with causality?"

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

“Against me?”

[Ultimate Divine Light: Causal Retrospection].

Qin Feng did not even need to strike.

His Sacred Path was, in itself, the “Ultimate,” the “End,” an “Absolute Fruit” that transcended all causality.

Any attempt to attack him through cause and effect would be automatically “rebounded” by his Sacred Path.

The black thread of cursed causality shot back along its original path, ten thousand times faster than it had arrived!

Not only that, but Qin Feng’s Ultimate Divine Light had attached itself to the thread, imbuing it with the attribute of “Erasure.”

“No!! How is this possible?!”

The Cursed Saint, hidden deep within the dimensions of the void, let out a shriek of absolute horror.

He watched as the curse, meant to slay Qin Feng, bore a terrifying power he could neither comprehend nor resist, instantly piercing his defenses and driving straight into the origin of his Sacred Soul.

The next second, his existence was utterly erased from the level of “Cause.”

He did not merely vanish; every trace he had left in this universe, every memory and causal link associated with him, was wiped clean in that instant.

It was as if no one by the name of “Cursed Saint” had ever existed in this world.

Qin Feng withdrew his gaze, as if he had merely performed a trivial task.

He picked up the [Ten Thousand Paths Stele], his divine sense sweeping over it, branding all three thousand Sacred Path runes into his mind.

He did not bother to contemplate them.

Instead, he directly activated his [Ultimate Divine Light], forcibly decomposing and absorbing the essence of the laws represented by those runes, turning them into the building blocks to strengthen his own “Ultimate Sacred Path.”

His foundation became increasingly unfathomable.

And the threshold to his next realm seemed to have become… even more distant.

…

After absorbing the full essence of the [Ten Thousand Paths Stele], Qin Feng’s “Ultimate Sacred Path” grew ever more profound. He became like a self-contained micro-universe, where myriad laws lived and died within him, only to ultimately return to the final unity of the “Ultimate.”

Without pause, he tore through space and headed toward his next pre-selected target.

The sixty-eighth level: [Myriad Phenomenon Star Domain].

This was a strange cosmic expanse where billions of “Law Stars” of varying forms drifted. Each star represented the manifestation of a cosmic law, from the basic elements of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth to the more profound concepts of time, space, causality, and fate. The ultimate reward of this level was a curiosity known as the [Origin Star Core], said to contain the primordial information from the dawn of the universe’s birth.

When Qin Feng arrived, the [Origin Star Core] was floating silently in the center of the domain, radiating an intoxicating aura of creation.

Standing before the core was a single figure.

He was a strange being clad in white robes, his pupils reflecting the birth and death of countless stars. He was not a creature of flesh and blood, but a form woven from endless streams of information and causal threads. He belonged to an incredibly rare race in the universe—the [Thousand-Eye Celestial Silkworm Clan]—born with the ability to perceive heavenly secrets and manipulate causality.

“You have finally arrived, Qin Feng.”

The Saint did not turn around; his voice was calm, as if he had been waiting here for a long time. He was the strongest of his kind—the [Heavenly Secret Saint].

Qin Feng stopped a thousand meters away, his chaotic eyes revealing no emotion: “You were waiting for me?”

“Of course.” The Heavenly Secret Saint turned slowly, his eyes—composed of pure information—reflecting Qin Feng’s figure and the intricate web of fate trailing behind him. “I have been calculating here for three thousand years. I have seen your past, that ten-thousand-year hunt; and I have seen your present, a strength so unfathomable that even I cannot fully pierce it.”

He paused, his tone carrying the confidence of one who holds all the cards: “I have also seen that your purpose here is this [Origin Star Core].”

Qin Feng did not deny it, merely watching him with a calm gaze.

“I know I cannot kill you,” the Heavenly Secret Saint admitted frankly, which took Qin Feng slightly by surprise. “Your Sacred Path has transcended conventional law-based offense and defense, reaching the level of ‘Concept.’ Any attack directed at you is erased at its root. Therefore…”

He spread his arms, and the Law Stars of the entire Myriad Phenomenon Star Domain lit up; billions of causal threads surged from his body, binding themselves tightly to the fabric of this world.

“I do not intend to kill you. I have prepared an ‘open conspiracy’ you cannot refuse.”

“My life, my Sacred Path, my everything—all are inextricably linked to the information flow of this star domain and the entire universe. If you kill me, the moment my ‘Path’ dissipates, it will transform into an ‘information ripple’ that no power can block and no law can mask, broadcasting your coordinates to the entire universe once more.”

“This is not a curse, nor a beacon, but a ‘fact’ triggered by the very event of my death.”

The Heavenly Secret Saint smiled, a smile tinged with a pathological madness: “Now, the choice is yours, Qin Feng. Either you abandon this [Origin Star Core] and turn away, and I shall pretend I never saw you. Or, you kill me, take the core, and then… welcome back those ‘old friends’ who hate you to the bone.”

It was a perfect open conspiracy.

He was gambling with his own life.

He was betting on Qin Feng’s arrogance, on his thirst for power, betting that he would never abandon such a supreme treasure due to a mere threat.

Qin Feng listened quietly, his expression never changing from start to finish.

He simply shook his head gently.

“Your calculation is brilliant.”

“But you miscalculated one thing.” “Oh?” the Heavenly Secret Saint asked with interest, “And what is that?”

“You assume,” Qin Feng said, slowly raising his hand, “that I would care if they came again?”

The moment the words fell, Qin Feng moved.

There was no earth-shattering momentum; he simply took a step forward.

Yet with that single step, every Law Star in the entire Myriad Phenomenon Star Domain froze instantly. Those ceaselessly flowing threads of causality and fate were gripped by an invisible hand, unable to move.

The smile on the Heavenly Secret Saint’s face solidified.

He discovered with horror that his connection to this world had been forcibly severed.

No, not severed.

Rather, a “wall” of a higher dimension had been inserted between him and the world.

“You… what have you done?!” For the first time, he felt fear from the depths of his soul.

“Your so-called connection to the cosmic information flow is merely the borrowing of certain ‘permissions’,” Qin Feng’s voice echoed in his soul, cold and indifferent. “And I can directly modify the ‘source code’.”

[Ultimate Divine Light: Definition of Existence].

Qin Feng did not even look at the Heavenly Secret Saint; his gaze remained fixed on the [Origin Star Core].

He simply issued a definition:

“The existence of the Heavenly Secret Saint has nothing to do with ‘information’.”

*Sshhh—*

Like pulling silk from a cocoon.

The billions of information streams and causal threads that constituted the Heavenly Secret Saint’s body lost their “meaning” in that instant and began to disintegrate in disorder. The Sacred Path he was so proud of—his bond with the universe’s information—became a joke.

“No… my Path… my existence…”

In a silent roar, the Heavenly Secret Saint watched as he was forcibly “dimensionally reduced” from an information-based life form into a mass of meaningless energy, before dissipating entirely.

His final consciousness was filled with incomprehensible confusion.

Why? Why did his proud “open conspiracy” not even get the chance to be triggered?

Because Qin Feng did not “kill” him at all.

Qin Feng merely “modified” the essence of his existence, causing him to collapse logically in a self-contradictory manner and return to nothingness.

Yet, the Saint of Heavenly Secrets was, in the end, the Saint of Heavenly Secrets.

In the final heartbeat before his total dissolution, he exhausted his last ounce of strength to detonate the primal spark at the core of his holy soul.

He lacked the power to broadcast a message, yet he succeeded in causing his own death to ripple, however faintly and fleetingly, through the fabric of causality.

To the vast majority of beings in the universe, this ripple was imperceptible.

But to those saints who had hunted Qin Feng for ten thousand years, and who had long since etched his causal signature into the depths of their souls, it struck like a thunderclap in the dead of night.

Qin Feng picked up the Primal Star Core, his brow furrowing slightly.

He sensed the diffusion of that ripple.

"A final, dying strike... you still managed to leave a trace behind."

But he did not care.

He drew the star core into his body and began to refine it.

Then, in the center of this Myriad Phenomena Star Domain, he sat cross-legged in silence and closed his eyes.

He was waiting.

Waiting for those familiar auras to descend once more.

In every corner of the Endless Sea.

"Hmm?!"

Amidst a sea of scorching magma, a saint wreathed in undying divine flames snapped his eyes open, his gaze filled with shock. "This sensation... it is the causal fluctuation of that little beast! Though faint, it is unmistakable!"

In a frozen star system, an ancient being surrounded by shards of time slowly lifted his head. "He... has he returned?"

The saints who had survived the cataclysmic explosion of the Star Graveyard all, without exception, felt that fleeting ripple of causality.

At first, there was disbelief.

Then, ecstasy.

Finally, a towering, ravenous hatred.

"He is alive! He did not perish in that great explosion!"

"Coordinates! Quick! Lock onto those coordinates!"

"Thousand-Handed Manifestation! Is your causal compass still functional?!"

The Thousand-Handed Manifestation, who had once woven a net of causality only to have his divine avatar severed by Qin Feng, wore a face so dark it seemed to drip with bile. He summoned an archaic compass; its needle spun wildly before trembling to a halt, pointing in a single direction.

"The sixty-eighth gate, the Myriad Phenomena Star Domain!" The voice of the Thousand-Handed Manifestation dripped with suppressed excitement and bloodlust. "He is there! He has not moved!"

The remnants of the "Hunter Alliance" were instantly reactivated.

Ten thousand years of pursuit had cost them dearly and stripped them of their dignity. The name Qin Feng had become an inescapable nightmare, a demon in their hearts.

Now, that demon had reappeared, offering them not only a chance for vengeance but a path to sever their inner demons and ascend further.

"He hasn't moved? Hmph, he must be setting another trap!"

"What is there to fear? We were too scattered last time, allowing him to pick us off one by one before he lured us into detonating the star core. This time, we shall descend together, cast a net from which nothing can escape, and see what tricks he has left!"

"Indeed! No matter how strong he is, he is but a newly ascended saint! We have dozens of renowned saints here, and even three Saint Kings among our ranks! I refuse to believe he can turn the tide!"

"The treasures he carries are enough to compensate for all our losses! Kill him, and we shall divide everything equally!"

The fires of greed and vengeance burned bright once more.

This time, they were more cautious, and far more deranged.

Dozens of streaks of light tore through the void from every corner of the Endless Sea, converging at maximum speed upon the same coordinate: the sixty-eighth gate, the Myriad Phenomena Star Domain.

A final battle, far exceeding the scale of the siege at the Star Graveyard, was about to unfold.

Myriad Phenomena Star Domain.

Qin Feng remained seated in silence.

He had already completed the preliminary refinement of the Primal Star Core, his foundation as a saint now more consummate than ever.

He could clearly perceive the powerful, malicious auras tearing through space, closing in from different dimensions.

He felt not a shred of tension.

His chaotic eyes were as calm as a stagnant pool.

Three thousand years of seclusion had allowed him to master his own power completely.

The decades of plundering in the Divine Gates had bolstered his reserves to an unfathomable degree.

He was no longer the man who, ten thousand years ago, had to rely on schemes and terrain to scrape by with his life.

He had not left, and he had waited here, for a reason.

He intended to use a direct, absolute slaughter to draw a final line under ten thousand years of enmity.

He would let the entire Endless Sea, and indeed the entire universe, know that the era had changed.

Finally.

*Rip—*

The first spatial rift was torn open.

The "Saint Lord of the Flame Prison," wreathed in undying divine fire and billowing heat, was the first to descend.

He saw Qin Feng sitting in the center of the star domain, and his eyes erupted with visceral killing intent.

Following him.

The second, the third, the fourth...

Space shattered like a broken mirror as one figure after another, each radiating terrifying power, stepped forth.

The Thousand-Handed Manifestation, the Saint Lord of Time, the Source of Myriad Demons...

Each was a terrifying entity who had been renowned in the Saint Realm for several epochs.

In a mere few dozen breaths, forty-three saints had surrounded the Myriad Phenomena Star Domain, leaving no path of escape.

Their auras merged into a single, suffocating pressure capable of making the will of the universe tremble, sealing the space entirely.

"Qin Feng!"

The voice of the Flame Prison Saint Lord was like a volcanic eruption, filled with cruel delight. "You are indeed here! This time, you shall not escape!"

"Last time you were lucky enough to slip away, but today, let us see how you detonate a star!" the Thousand-Handed Manifestation sneered, his causal compass locked firmly onto Qin Feng, ensuring no illusions could mask his escape.

"Surrender all your treasures and take your own life, and we may consider sparing your soul from torment," declared a Saint King, whose aura was unfathomably deep and perpetually shrouded in shadow, in a tone that brooked no argument.

Forty-three saints viewed Qin Feng as a beast in a cage, a turtle in a jar.

In their eyes, the battle was already won.

Facing a lineup that would drive any other being to despair, Qin Feng slowly stood up.

He scanned the circle, his gaze passing over the face of every saint as if counting the number of offerings.

Finally, the corners of his mouth curled into a cold, chilling arc.

"Very well."

"You are all here."

"It saves me the trouble of hunting you down one by one."

"Arrogance!"

The Lord of the Inferno was thoroughly incensed by Qin Feng’s dismissive attitude, and he was the first to strike.

"Taste my Undying Divine Flame, refined from three thousand stellar worlds! Burn the heavens and boil the seas!"

Boom!

A golden sea of fire, vast enough to vitrify an entire star system, surged toward Qin Feng like a tidal wave.

Facing this strike capable of incinerating all existence, Qin Feng merely lifted a hand.

No seals were formed, no holy power was channeled.

He simply willed it.

[Ultimate Divine Light: Conceptual Erasure].

"In this place, the concept of 'fire' is not permitted to exist."

Hum—

An invisible, incomprehensible will swept instantly across the field.

As the golden sea of fire reached a hundred meters from Qin Feng, it was as if a delete key had been pressed; from the leading edge, it silently and cleanly... vanished.

It was as if it had never appeared at all.

"What?!" The Lord of the Inferno’s eyes nearly bulged from their sockets.

But the horror that followed was far worse.

He discovered that the "Undying Divine Flame" within his own body—the very foundation of his holy path—was rapidly extinguishing!

His connection to the "Law of Fire" had been forcibly severed!

"No... my path..."

He let out a terrified shriek, but in the next heartbeat, his holy body, deprived of the support of the laws, crumbled into a cloud of drifting ash.

A peak Saint, without even touching the hem of Qin Feng’s garment, was just... gone?

The field fell into a deathly silence.

Every Saint present was stunned by this bizarre and extreme display.

"Attack together! Do not give him the chance to break us one by one!" The Thousand-Hand Manifestation was the first to recover, shouting sharply, "Form the Myriad Saint Convergence Array! Use the power of causality to suppress and kill him!"

In an instant, over a dozen Saints led by him struck simultaneously, billions of causal threads weaving into a net that descended upon Qin Feng.

This net was ten thousand times more powerful than the one in the Chaos Debris Belt!

Qin Feng looked at the net and shook his head.

"Still playing with causality?"

[Ultimate Divine Light: Severing of Causality].

He still did not move.

His gaze merely swept across the dozen Saints forming the array.

Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!

Without warning, the dozen Saints coughed up holy blood in unison, their auras instantly wilting.

They discovered with horror that the "causal links" they used to construct the array had been severed at the root by an irresistible force.

The array collapsed from within.

Every Saint involved suffered a terrifying backlash from the laws.

"This... this is not the power of the Saint Realm..."

"He is a monster! He is a monster!"

Fear, like a plague, spread through the hearts of the remaining Saints.

They finally realized that they were not facing a "newly ascended Saint."

But a higher-dimensional existence they could neither comprehend nor oppose.

"Flee!"

Someone cried out.

The last remnants of reason were crushed by the instinct for survival.

The remaining twenty-plus Saints turned in a frenzy, tearing through space, desperate to escape this demon god who made their very souls tremble.

Yet, would Qin Feng grant them such an opportunity?

"I said it before."

"The game is over."

Qin Feng’s voice echoed in the ears of every fleeing Saint.

His figure had appeared at the zenith of this star system, looking down upon the "multitude of Saints" scattering like headless flies.

He slowly opened his arms.

This time, the chaos-colored [Ultimate Divine Light] was no longer intangible.

It erupted from his body as billions of visible, pure torrents of light.

The light held no heat, no sound, no killing intent.

But as it shone upon those Saints,

Space froze.

Time stood still.

The faces of all the Saints were forever locked in expressions of terror, despair, and regret.

Their holy bodies dissolved like snow under the brilliance.

Their holy paths were decomposed by the light into primitive runes.

Their existence was erased simultaneously from the past, the present, and the future.

It was a unilateral, silent... slaughter.

The light lasted for ten breaths.

After ten breaths, the radiance faded.

The Myriad Phenomenon Star System returned to calm.

It was as if nothing had ever happened.

Only, those forty-three arrogant Saint-level powerhouses, capable of stirring the cosmos, had vanished entirely.

No corpse remained, no lingering soul, not even a single ripple disturbed the long river of causality.

They had been "erased."

Qin Feng hovered silently in the heart of the star field, his robes fluttering, his expression indifferent.

He had merely performed a task he believed was long overdue.

Withdrawing his gaze, he took one final look at the ravaged battlefield, turned, and stepped forward, his figure vanishing into the void.

He was bound for higher thresholds, to seek out the ultimate secret.

And what he left behind was a legend destined to make the Endless Sea, and indeed the entire universe, tremble for ten thousand years.

Soon, the news spread.

The forty-three saints of the "Hunter Alliance" had been annihilated at the sixty-eighth gate.

Among them were three long-renowned Saint Kings.

No one knew exactly what had transpired.

Every powerful being who attempted to uncover the truth through temporal regression or causal deduction either found nothing or suffered a total collapse of the soul, dying on the spot.

It was as if that stretch of space-time had become an absolute "forbidden zone."

From that day on, the name "Qin Feng" became the greatest taboo in the Endless Sea.

No one dared to track his path again.

No one dared to covet the treasures he carried.

The prodigies continued their fierce contention within the divine gates.

Yet, a Sword of Damocles hung over their hearts.

They knew that high above these seventy-two gates, there existed an entity beyond comprehension and beyond defeat, advancing toward the end in ways they could not imagine.

Some called him the "Saint-Realm Butcher."

Others called him the "Eraser of Concepts."

And still others, in fearful whispers, named him...

The walking deity.

With a cataclysmic slaughter, Qin Feng had brought an end to the grievances of the past, forging for himself a formidable reputation across the Endless Sea.

His legend had only just begun.

(End of Chapter)