Chapter 392: Promotion to Cosmic Venerable, Venerable Qin Feng!

Chapter 392: Ascending to Cosmic Venerable, Venerable Qin Feng!

The deathly silence of the Myriad Phenomenon Star Domain was more chilling than the desolation of the Era Graveyard.

The former was a natural end, while the latter was an artificial "zeroing out."

When Qin Feng’s silhouette vanished from the sixty-eighth gate, the mid-to-high-level regions of the seventy-two Divine Gates fell into an eerie, unprecedented "peace."

Those prodigies of various races, who once fought tooth and nail over a blade of grass or a wisp of law, had now become cautious. They would intentionally or unintentionally avoid certain gates, and before entering the next, they would exhaust every secret technique to scout, terrified of stumbling upon that taboo existence currently "clearing the field."

The name "Qin Feng" no longer represented merely a powerhouse; it had become a phenomenon, a mobile natural disaster.

His path of advancement was the absolute "no-fly zone" within the Divine Gates.

Yet, Qin Feng himself cared nothing for this.

To him, that great purge was merely sweeping away some annoying flies on his path forward. His heart was already set on those final few gates and the legendary [Primordial Secret Art] said to lie at the finish line.

It had taken him a century to refine the [Origin Star Core].

During these hundred years, he had not sat still, but rather advanced while refining. The "Ultimate Holy Path" within him, supplemented by the information from the star core's origin, grew increasingly complete, like a nascent universe hurtling toward a singularity explosion; the potential contained within it even startled Qin Feng himself.

His current strength could no longer be measured by conventional Saint-realm standards.

Ordinary Saints were, in his eyes, no different from mortals.

Only those top-tier monsters who walked the same Divine Path, bathed in the fortune and laws of the Divine Gates, and ultimately succeeded in breaking through—those true "Divine Path Saints"—might still pique a sliver of his interest.

He knew they were just ahead.

Those names that had once followed closely behind him on the [Prodigy Progress Ranking].

They would be the final "gatekeepers" before he reached the end.

The sixty-ninth gate, the [City of Celestial Laws].

This was a magnificent city suspended in the void, constructed not of brick and stone, but woven from countless materialized lines of "rules" and "logic." At the heart of the city sat a central processor radiating absolute rational light—the [Celestial Law Core], which was the ultimate reward of this gate.

This city was a masterpiece of the Mechanical Race.

A peak race that worshipped absolute logic and attempted to parse everything in the universe through algorithms.

When Qin Feng stepped into this city, a grand, emotionless will enveloped him.

"Warning: Unauthorized lifeform detected. Identity: Human. Threat level: Extremely dangerous. Resolution protocol: Formatting."

Following this will, the entire city "came alive."

Countless mechanical guards composed of laws emerged from the shadows of the streets, cold muzzles locking onto Qin Feng. Above in the sky, an orbital star-annihilator cannon, comparable to a star, began to charge; the light gathering at its muzzle was enough to make even a Holy King turn pale.

And at the highest point of the city, upon the throne of the central tower, sat a figure.

He was composed entirely of liquid metal flowing with data, his form hovering between human and machine, his back connected to countless data torrents probing into the city's core.

He was the Mechanical Race's Divine Son who had appeared on the rankings, now a Divine Path Saint—the [Heaven-Controller].

"Qin Feng," the Heaven-Controller emitted a sound like the friction of data streams. "I have calculated all your battle records. Your appearance is a variable, a 'BUG' disrupting the order of the universe. And I, as the master of the City of Celestial Laws, have a duty... to clear the BUG."

He believed he had mastered everything. This city was his sanctuary; here, he was a god. Through the [Celestial Law Core], he could mobilize every rule in this place to launch a dimensional-reduction strike against his enemy.

Qin Feng looked at him as if watching a child amused by his own games.

"Your so-called mastery is merely having 'user permissions' for this city."

"Whereas I can directly modify its 'underlying code'."

"Ignorant biological, logic shall make you understand your own insignificance."

The Heaven-Controller raised his hand and issued a command: "Execute—Law Paradox Strangulation."

Instantly, the space around Qin Feng began to distort.

The concept of "up and down" was inverted, the logic of "before and after" was confused, and the boundary between "existence" and "void" began to blur. This was a kill-trap sufficient to plunge any Saint into a logical loop and cause them to collapse from within.

However, Qin Feng simply stood still.

[Ultimate Divine Light: Origin Definition].

He formed a thought.

A thought simple to the extreme.

"Definition: 'I' am the 'origin' and 'highest priority' of all logic in this place."

Hum—

The entire City of Celestial Laws trembled violently.

The law paradox that could strangle a Saint, before Qin Feng, became like a docile lamb, automatically smoothing out and subsiding.

Those mechanical guards aiming at him turned their muzzles in unison, pointing them at the throne in the center of the city.

The orbital star-annihilator cannon, still charging, slowly shifted its orientation, locking onto its former master.

"No... impossible!"

On the Heaven-Controller’s data-composed face, for the first time, appeared garbled code known as "fear."

"My permissions... why... why is the city betraying me?!"

"Because I just 'acquired' it."

Qin Feng’s voice, like a final verdict, echoed within the Heaven-Controller’s core program.

Boom!

The orbital star-annihilator cannon fired.

A destructive beam of light containing the concept of "formatting" instantly swallowed the central throne.

The Heaven-Controller could not even let out a scream; under the very weapon he was most proud of, he and his so-called "absolute logic" were wiped clean together.

Qin Feng stepped forward slowly, entered the central tower, and reached out to press his hand upon the slowly rotating [Celestial Law Core].

He did not refine it, but instead used his Ultimate Divine Light to decompose and absorb it directly.

The countless rules and logic that composed this city transformed into the purest stream of information, surging into his Holy Path.

His understanding and mastery of "rules" reached a new height.

His strength, once again, advanced.

His realm remained at the initial stage of the Saint realm.

The seventieth gate, the [Sea of Returning Void Light].

This was an ocean of light composed of the laws of pure "annihilation" and "purification." Any matter, energy, or even memory, upon falling into this sea of light, would be thoroughly decomposed, returning to the most primitive void state of the universe.

The reward for this gate was the core of the sea of light—the [Eye of Returning Void], a wonder capable of seeing through the origin and end of all things.

When Qin Feng descended, a beautiful female Saint was floating above the sea of light.

She was composed entirely of the purest light particles, holy beyond mortal description, as if she were the incarnation of the Law of Light.

She was a Saintess of the [Light Spirit Race], another rare race in the universe, and another prodigy who had achieved greatness on the Divine Path—the [Glazed Saintess].

Seeing Qin Feng’s arrival, there was no hostility on her face, only a kind of compassionate pity.

"Alien, your body is stained with too much slaughter and darkness. Your path of the 'Ultimate' is a plunder of the universe, a manifestation of 'entropy increase,' an error that must be corrected."

Her voice was ethereal and divine, as if she were delivering an oracle.

"To arrive here is your destiny. In this Sea of Returning Void, all your sins shall be purged."

She represented an order—a pure, absolute order that brooked no impurity.

In her eyes, Qin Feng, a being who devoured and shattered everything, was the universe’s greatest "cancer cell."

Qin Feng looked at her and suddenly smiled.

"I thought that once one reached the Saint Realm, such naive notions would vanish."

"Purify me?"

"Do you not know that 'light' itself is born from 'darkness'?"

"Obstinate and unyielding."

The Saintess of Glaze shook her head gently and raised a slender finger.

"Then, let me show you what it truly means to 'return to nothingness'."

"Saint Art: Grand Purifying Hymn of Light!"

The entire Sea of Returning Void boiled under her will.

Endless light of purification condensed into sacred musical notes, transforming into a grand movement capable of cleansing the cosmos, sweeping toward Qin Feng.

Before this hymn, all laws would be assimilated, and all existence erased.

This was the Saintess's ultimate technique; she had once used it to purge a genuine Saint King of the Demonic Path.

Yet, Qin Feng stood silently, spreading his arms as if embracing the sea of light.

[Ultimate Divine Light: Attribute Devour].

He issued a new definition:

"Definition: 'Purification' is a manifestation of 'extremity.' 'Light' is a subset of 'chaos'."

In an instant, a scene unfolded that the Saintess could not comprehend.

The hymn of light, capable of purging all things, did not harm Qin Feng in the slightest; instead, like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, it was frantically absorbed and devoured by his body!

Qin Feng’s [Hunyuan Ultimate Body] was forged from billions of laws, vast enough to contain all.

The Saintess's light, no matter how pure, was ultimately just a "law."

And as long as it was a law, it was on Qin Feng’s "menu."

"No... you... what are you doing?!" For the first time, the Saintess’s eternally serene face revealed shock and agitation. "You are actually... devouring my Saint Path?!"

"Your path is too narrow."

Qin Feng’s voice emerged calmly from the brilliant radiance.

"True extremity is the capacity to contain all, including your so-called 'purity' and 'cleanness'."

His body had become a bottomless black hole.

The entire Sea of Returning Void began to dim at a visible rate.

And the Saintess, as the core of the light, found her own body being uncontrollably pulled and absorbed by Qin Feng!

"No! I am the light! I am eternal and indestructible!"

She tried to resist, but it was all in vain.

Before Qin Feng’s higher-dimensional "definition," her existence had already become a part of him.

Finally, as the last wisp of light was drawn into Qin Feng, the entire Sea of Returning Void plunged into darkness and deathly silence.

The Saintess, along with her Saint Path and pride, became nourishment for Qin Feng’s further evolution.

Qin Feng hovered in the center of the darkness and beckoned; the [Eye of Returning Void], now stripped of its light, fell into his hand.

He merged it into his own eyes.

In an instant, his vision underwent a cataclysmic change. He could see the interwoven threads of law behind all things, leading toward the "End."

His power surged once more.

His realm remained firmly at the threshold of the Saint Realm, but he was drawing ever closer to that so-called "peak."

The seventy-first trial, [Throne of the God Emperor].

This was the final barrier before the destination.

There were no complex rules, no eerie environments.

Only a solitary, massive throne cast from unknown divine gold, suspended in the center of a sea of stars.

Seated upon the throne was a figure.

He was a man in platinum armor, with twelve pairs of wings of light on his back, his face handsome to the point of flawlessness.

His aura was deep as an abyss, sacred and domineering, as if he were a born emperor, the protagonist of the universe.

Merely by sitting there, he caused the surrounding stars to pale.

It was the First God-Son of the Protoss—[Di Shitian]—the only one who had once stood alongside Qin Feng on the rankings, even inciting countless prodigies to follow him.

He, too, had successfully broken through to become a Saint.

Moreover, his aura was far more powerful and refined than that of the Heaven-Wielder or the Saintess of Glaze. He walked the most orthodox, most kingly path of the "God Emperor."

The reward for this trial was not a physical treasure, but a "qualification"—the [God Emperor Mark].

Only by defeating the guardian on the throne could one obtain the mark and earn the right to open the gate to the seventy-second trial.

When Qin Feng appeared, Di Shitian slowly opened his golden eyes.

There was no anger, no surprise, only the fiery battle intent of a man meeting his match.

"Qin Feng, I have waited a long time for you."

His voice was grand and solemn, filled with unquestionable majesty.

"I did not expect that the one guarding the end would be you," Qin Feng replied calmly.

"It is only natural. For this divine path was prepared for beings such as us. Those wretches, whether killed by you or eliminated by the rules, were meant to be discarded." Di Shitian stood up slowly, holding a golden holy spear condensed from sacred light, its tip pointed directly at Qin Feng.

"You are strong, Qin Feng. You have walked an 'evil path' not even recorded in my clan’s ancient texts. But today, here, the evil path shall stop before the kingly way."

"Is that so?" Qin Feng raised his own spear, a dark, matte weapon infused with primordial divine iron.

There was no superfluous chatter.

The two Saint-level prodigies standing at the pinnacle of the divine path launched the most direct, most pure confrontation before the final gate.

Boom!

Di Shitian moved.

He used no complex Saint Arts, simply thrusting his spear.

[Divine Judgment]!

The golden spear-light instantly tore through space and time, containing the supreme divine laws of "trial," "verdict," and "irrefutability," as if it were the universe’s final judgment upon a heretic.

This strike was enough to make even the most exalted sages recoil in terror.

Yet, Qin Feng did not retreat; instead, he surged forward.

He met the blow with a spear thrust of his own.

[The Way of Extremity: Ten Thousand Laws Converge]!

He poured every law he had absorbed into his body into this single strike. Upon the dull, matte tip of his spear, there was no dazzling radiance, only a point of ultimate "chaos" that seemed to devour all existence.

Clang—!!!

The tips of the two spears collided with absolute, lethal precision.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a hum of laws so intense it could tear the soul of a Saint King asunder.

From the point of impact, a circular, black-and-white shockwave rippled outward, smoothing space like paper wherever it passed.

The first exchange ended in a stalemate.

A flicker of surprise crossed Di Shitian’s eyes, followed by a surge of even greater battle-lust: "Excellent! Again!"

The twelve pairs of light-wings behind him unfurled, his speed skyrocketing ten-thousand-fold as he transformed into billions of golden afterimages, attacking Qin Feng from every direction. Each afterimage unleashed a strike capable of piercing the world itself.

Qin Feng remained motionless, his spear dancing to weave a realm of absolute defense.

The chaotic shadows of his spear shielded him, leaving not a single gap.

The dense clashing of metal, like the fiercest storm in the cosmos, hammered against an eternal reef.

This battle raged for three full days and nights.

They fought from the Throne of the God-Emperor to the depths of the star-sea, from the timeline of the past to a potential future.

They competed not merely in strength, but in their grasp of the Holy Way and their mastery of the laws.

Di Shitian grew increasingly alarmed.

He realized that Qin Feng was like a bottomless abyss. No matter what powerful divine art he unleashed, his opponent could always neutralize or even absorb it with a more fundamental, concise method.

His Royal Way appeared so... "thin" before Qin Feng’s all-encompassing Way of "Extremity."

"It is over, Di Shitian."

Finally, after a most violent collision, Qin Feng’s voice resonated.

He had thoroughly mapped out every one of Di Shitian’s trump cards.

"It is not finished!" Di Shitian roared, burning his divine origin blood to unleash his final, forbidden divine art.

But Qin Feng gave him no further chance.

[Extreme Divine Light: Definition of the End].

"Definition: Your 'Divine Way' ends here."

A chaotic light, invisible to the eye, instantly enveloped Di Shitian.

His burning origin blood flickered and died in a bizarre fashion.

His forbidden divine art, about to be unleashed, was forcibly "severed" at the level of law, dying in its cradle.

The connection between him and the "Divine Way" he worshipped was utterly severed.

"Pfft—"

Struck as if by lightning, Di Shitian spat out a mouthful of golden divine blood, his aura instantly withering.

His face was etched with disbelief.

"You... you have stripped me of my... Way?"

"I have merely allowed you to see its 'end' ahead of schedule."

Qin Feng appeared before him, his spear tip resting lightly against the center of his brow.

Di Shitian looked into those deep, chaotic eyes and offered a bitter smile.

"The Royal Way... in the end, it cannot defeat the Heretical Way..."

"No," Qin Feng shook his head, "it is that your Royal Way was not 'extreme' enough."

Pfft.

The spear tip sank in.

The first son of the God race, one of the brightest stars on the Divine Path, Di Shitian, had fallen.

At the moment of his death, his vast and pure Holy Way essence, along with the invisible [God-Emperor Mark], were entirely absorbed and swallowed by Qin Feng’s spear.

Boom—!!!

A terrifying energy, unprecedented and nearly enough to burst Qin Feng’s holy body, erupted within him.

It was the total essence of three top-tier Divine Path sages, the accumulated laws of dozens of veteran sages, and the supreme fortune of seventy-one divine barriers, all converging into one.

The "Extreme Holy Way" within Qin Feng finally reached a critical threshold.

The "Primordial Singularity" that had long since turned into chaos began to shrink and rotate violently, as if collapsing into that very first "point" of the universe.

The barriers of the Saint Realm shattered before him, layer by layer.

Early Saint Realm... Minor Completion... Great Completion...

In the end, his aura settled steadily at an unprecedented, flawless, and supreme peak.

[Peak of Saint-Sealing]!

He was but a single step away from the legendary realm of the [Cosmic Venerable].

If he wished, he could trigger the Venerable Tribulation at any moment to complete his final transformation. But Qin Feng forcibly suppressed the urge to break through.

He sensed that his Holy Way still lacked one final thing.

A core element that would make his Way of "Extremity" truly perfect.

That was—the [Primordial Secret Art].

He raised his head, his gaze piercing through endless space-time toward the direction of the final barrier.

The [God-Emperor Mark] was in his possession; the gate to the end had been thrown open for him.

He took a step, and his figure vanished from before the Throne of the God-Emperor.

The seventy-second barrier—he was coming.

Passing through a light-gate composed of pure laws of "Origin" and "End," Qin Feng arrived at the terminus of the Divine Path.

The seventy-second barrier: the [Land of Primordiality].

There was no imagined golden splendor here, nor any earth-shaking phenomena.

There was only an endless, pure white void.

In the center of this void floated a multicolored orb of light, constantly shifting in form, as if containing all the mysteries of the universe.

That was the final reward all prodigies dreamed of—the [Primordial Secret Art].

It was protected by no seals, floating there in silence, as if waiting for its master.

Anyone who could reach this place seemed capable of taking it away with ease.

But Qin Feng’s footsteps faltered at the threshold of the gate of light.

He could sense that within this seemingly tranquil, pure white void, several powerful and obscure auras lay in wait.

He was not the first to arrive.

With his arrival, the stillness of this space was shattered.

Figure after figure emerged slowly from the pure white nothingness.

To his left stood three figures, each with a distinct aura, yet all possessing power of the highest order.

One was the Void Walker You Ye, his form blurred as if he might dissolve into the void at any moment.

One was the Titan descendant Gu Man, a burly figure radiating a primal, savage energy (a different, unfallen prodigy than the one of legend).

And one was the Holy Archangel Augustus, whose eighteen pairs of wings radiated a sanctity that felt inviolable.

These three were all renowned names from the Prodigy Progress Rankings. They had not chosen to confront Qin Feng directly; instead, they had used secret arts to bypass the later trials and arrive early, clearly hoping to reap the rewards while others fought.

To his right, a familiar figure slowly manifested.

It was Caesar.

He had somehow managed to arrive here as well. Though his aura could not compare to the other saints of the God Road, his eyes burned with an unwavering resolve.

These four were his competitors on the God Road.

But the true threat came from another direction.

Around the Primal Secret Art, the pure white void began to twist, and dozens of figures exuding decaying yet formidable auras stepped forth.

Without exception, every one of them was at the pinnacle of the Saint Realm.

They were not God Road prodigies, but ancient monsters from the Endless Sea who had survived for several epochs. They were the top-tier entities from the Hunting Alliance who had stayed in the shadows during the siege of the Vientiane Star Domain, watching and waiting.

Unable to pass the divine trials, they had used unknown means to forge a "back door" directly to this place.

Their purpose was self-evident.

"Hehehe... what a lively gathering."

An old monster shrouded in black robes let out a raspy laugh. "Prodigies of the God Road, you have worked hard. You have cleared all the obstacles for us. Now, this Primal Secret Art should be taken over by us old fellows."

"Indeed," another peak saint, his skin like withered bark, stared at the orb of light with greedy eyes. "Such a supreme treasure is not for you juniors to covet. If you are wise, you will crawl away now, and perhaps you might keep your lives."

The atmosphere turned hostile in an instant.

The God Road prodigies and the outsiders formed two distinct camps.

Qin Feng, however, was left isolated in the center.

For both the prodigies and the outsiders, he was viewed as the greatest threat.

"Qin Feng."

The Holy Archangel Augustus spoke first, his voice devoid of emotion, pure as holy light. "Your strength is beyond doubt. But the Primal Secret Art is of great consequence; it is not something you can swallow alone. I propose that the four of us join forces to clear these intruders first, and afterward, we shall decide the ownership of the secret art based on our own merits."

His proposal was immediately met with the silent consent of You Ye and Gu Man.

They knew well that facing dozens of peak saints of the same rank meant certain death if they fought alone.

Caesar also walked silently to Qin Feng’s side, his actions declaring his stance.

The situation instantly evolved into (Qin Feng + Caesar + Three Prodigies) VS (Dozens of Outsider Peak Saints).

Yet, Qin Feng merely shook his head.

He glanced at Augustus, then at the predatory old monsters, and finally, his gaze settled upon the Primal Secret Art.

"You all seem to have misunderstood one thing."

His voice was not loud, yet it reached every ear clearly.

"I did not come here to join forces with anyone, nor did I come to negotiate."

"I came to reclaim what belongs to me."

The moment the words fell, he moved.

Ignoring every party, his goal had been singular from the very beginning—the Primal Secret Art.

He took a step, his form turning into a stream of light as he lunged toward the center of the pure white void.

"Seeking death!"

"Arrogance!"

Qin Feng’s actions ignited the powder keg instantly.

The God Road prodigies and the outsiders reached a bizarre, unspoken agreement in that moment.

They struck simultaneously!

Augustus’s "Holy Light Verdict," You Ye’s "Void Annihilation," Gu Man’s "Titan Sky-Crushing Strike," and the earth-shattering combined assault of the dozens of peak saints rained down from all directions, overwhelming the figure who dared to covet the treasure alone.

This was an attack powerful enough to reduce this Primal Land back into chaos.

This was a death trap that would make even a Universe Venerable pale.

Facing the malice of the entire world, Qin Feng’s face remained devoid of ripples.

As he charged toward the Primal Secret Art, he slowly raised his right hand.

The entire world seemed to have been pressed into slow motion.

Every eye was fixed upon him.

They saw that in the center of the energy storm capable of destroying all things, the figure gently snapped his fingers.

Snap.

A crisp sound, as if piercing through the soul, echoed throughout the pure white void.

And then.

Everything went still.

That single snap.

Time did not stop, nor did space solidify.

But every bit of energy, law, and divine art directed at Qin Feng lost its original "meaning" in that instant.

Augustus’s "Holy Light Verdict," the sacred light meant to purify all heresy, bizarrely decomposed mid-air into the most primitive light particles, as docile as fireflies.

You Ye’s "Void Annihilation," the darkness meant to devour all things, suddenly lost its attribute of "annihilation," turning into a harmless, pure shadow.

Gu Man’s "Titan Sky-Crushing Strike," the fist intent condensed with supreme power, had its internal concept of "force" stripped away, turning into a soft shockwave that could not even stir the hem of Qin Feng’s robe.

And the earth-shattering combined strike of the dozens of peak saints was like a colorful, giant bubble that, upon reaching Qin Feng, popped silently with a faint sound.

The entire place fell into a deathly silence.

Whether they were God Road prodigies or ancient monsters from the outside, every face was frozen in an expression of extreme shock, incomprehension, and profound terror.

Their minds could no longer process what had just unfolded before them.

"What... is this?"

Augustus’s voice trembled, and for the first time, his eternally serene and holy countenance was marred by the unfamiliar emotion of bewilderment.

He could feel that his power had not vanished; rather, this world... no longer "acknowledged" it.

"I told you."

Qin Feng emerged from the dissipating ripples of energy, unscathed. His stride never faltered as he continued his steady advance toward the Primal Secret Art.

His voice echoed through the pure white void, calm as a final judgment:

"You all made one mistake."

"Where I stand, the rules are defined by me."

Limitless Divine Radiance, Final Definition: Absolute Domain!

This was the first time since ascending to the peak of the Saint Realm that Qin Feng had truly, without reservation, unveiled his holy path.

It was not erasure, not modification, and not consumption.

It was—overwriting.

With his own "Limitless Holy Path," he was temporarily and locally overwriting the existing cosmic laws of this Primal Land.

Within this domain, he was the sole "God."

"Now, I shall establish two new rules here."

Qin Feng’s voice was devoid of emotion.

He raised a single finger.

"First: The 'Saint Realm' is an 'error' that must be purged."

The moment the words fell.

"Ah—!!!"

A shrill, agonizing scream pierced the deathly silence of the space for the first time.

An outsider Saint at the peak of his power watched in horror as his holy body disintegrated and his holy path collapsed. The holy power within him turned into a lethal poison, violently turning against its master.

Thud!

With a muffled sound, he self-detonated.

He had not been attacked; rather, his very existence stood in fundamental conflict with the "new rule" Qin Feng had set, triggering a logical self-destruction.

This was merely the beginning.

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!

Like a string of firecrackers ignited, those peak Saints from the outside world followed suit, one after another.

Their faces were etched with despair and resentment. To their dying breath, they could not comprehend why the holy path they had cultivated for eons had suddenly become an "error."

The prodigies of the Divine Path fared slightly better. Their holy foundations were purer and their connection to the Divine Pass deeper, allowing them to barely resist this rule-level "repulsion." Yet, they suffered no less; their auras waned rapidly, and their holy bodies were webbed with cracks, ready to shatter at any moment.

"Second."

Ignoring the ants marching toward their own destruction, Qin Feng raised a second finger, his gaze falling upon Augustus, Youye, Guman, and Caesar.

"'Resistance' is a forbidden act."

Hum—

The four Divine Path prodigies shuddered.

They discovered that not only were they unable to mobilize any power, but even the very thought of "defiance" was forcibly suppressed by an invisible force.

They could only watch, helpless, as Qin Feng walked past them toward the ultimate prize.

Their pride, their will, and their dignity were utterly pulverized in that instant.

They finally understood that the chasm between them and Qin Feng was no longer a matter of "quantity," but a gulf of "dimension."

Under the gaze of all survivors—a mix of awe, terror, and despair—Qin Feng finally reached the shifting, multicolored orb of light.

The Primal Secret Art.

He reached out his hand and touched it gently.

There was no flood of information, no earth-shattering infusion of energy.

The moment his fingertip brushed the orb, the light transformed into a pure, attribute-less "Source," actively merging into his body to fuse perfectly with his "Limitless Holy Path," which had been on the verge of collapsing into a final singularity.

In an instant, Qin Feng’s consciousness was pulled into a perspective of unprecedented grandeur.

He saw the birth of the universe.

He saw how a singularity of "nothingness" exploded into time and space, evolving into three thousand great paths and billions of laws.

He also saw the end of the universe.

He saw how all things, at the end of entropy, returned to silence, collapsing back into that singularity of "nothingness."

Life and death, beginning and end.

Everything formed a perfect, closed loop before his eyes.

And the Primal Secret Art was the "key" to unlocking this loop.

It was not a specific "technique," but a "methodology"—a way for a living being to synchronize their own "Path" with the "cycle of life and death" of the universe, thereby transcending the universe itself.

Qin Feng realized it in a flash.

He had felt his holy path was missing one final thing, but it was neither energy nor law.

It was missing a "cycle."

His path of "Limitless" had always been consuming, plundering, and marching toward an infinitely expanding "extreme point."

Yet, he had overlooked that the other side of "Limitless" is "Zero."

Where there is life, there must be death.

Where there is an extreme, there must be emptiness.

The Primal Secret Art had provided the final link.

Boom—!!!

Within Qin Feng, the holy singularity, compressed to its absolute limit, ceased its inward collapse and began a profound, mystical "breathing."

An exhale: the birth of myriad laws and the expansion of the limit.

An inhale: the extinction of myriad laws and the return of concepts to zero.

A perfect, self-consistent, eternal "Limitless Universe" was born within him.

His aura vanished completely in that moment.

It was not hidden, nor was it restrained.

It was a true disappearance.

He seemed to no longer belong to this universe, having leaped beyond the three realms and stepped outside the five elements.

He slowly opened his eyes.

Within those clouded orbs, all emotion had vanished, replaced by an absolute serenity that encompassed all things, yet transcended them entirely.

He was no longer at the pinnacle of the Saint-Sealing realm.

He had completed that final, decisive leap.

He was now a Venerable of the Cosmos.

The moment Qin Feng finished his transformation, the Absolute Domain that had shrouded the Primordial Land dissipated into nothingness.

Augustus, Youye, and Gu Man gasped for air like drowning men surfacing, collapsing onto the ground. Their wounds remained, but the lethal suppression emanating from the very fabric of the laws had vanished.

They gazed at Qin Feng, their eyes devoid of any lingering desire to fight, replaced only by the awe one feels when looking upon a god.

Caesar stood silently in the distance, a faint smile of relief gracing his features.

He knew that the goal he had pursued his entire life had reached a height he could never hope to attain.

This race had ended long ago.

Qin Feng’s gaze swept slowly across them.

Finally, it rested upon Caesar.

"This path of gods has lost its meaning."

His voice was calm and indifferent, yet it seemed to contain the profound truths of the universe.

"The true Way lies not within these gates, but within the human heart."

With that, he paid no further heed to anyone.

He lifted his head, his vision seemingly piercing the barriers of the seventy-two divine gates and the chaos of the Endless Sea, looking toward the vast, unknown expanse beyond the universe.

There, perhaps, existed even more powerful entities.

There, perhaps, lay even deeper secrets.

But he now possessed the qualification to explore it all.

He took a single step forward.

His figure did not vanish, nor did it tear through space.

Instead, like a drop of water merging into the ocean, he naturally dissolved into the backdrop of the cosmos, forever beyond the reach of any divine sense or causality.

He was gone.

Carrying the Primordial Secret Technique and a cultivation that transcended the Saint realm, he walked toward a brand-new beginning.

Within the Primordial Land, only the four prodigies of the divine path remained, staring at one another in silence.

They knew that an era had come to an end.

And another legend, belonging to "Venerable Qin," had only just begun.

The final reward had been claimed by Qin Feng.

All his enemies had been personally slain or suppressed by his hand.

This journey, which had spanned millions of years, rising from the humblest of beginnings through endless blood and battle, had finally reached its perfect conclusion.

Yet, this was not the end.