Chapter 401: A Million Years of Resources! Waving Hand to Bestow! Preaching, Imparting Knowledge, and Resolving Doubts

Chapter 401: A Million Years of Resources! Bestowed with a Wave! Preaching, Teaching, and Dispelling Doubts!

A century of time, gone in the snap of a finger.

As the final second of the hundredth year struck zero on the atomic clocks of Canaan, the entire Canaan star sector fell into an unprecedented silence.

This silence was not an absence of sound, but an extreme oppression born of overcrowding and profound solemnity.

If one were to stand on the surface of Canaan and gaze upward, they would find the familiar star charts had vanished entirely. In their place were countless figures radiating terrifying auras.

They eclipsed the brilliance of the stars, yet they themselves had become stars far more radiant.

It was a magnificent tapestry worthy of being etched into the annals of humanity, one that would make the entire cosmic sea tremble.

With the void directly above the Canaan Star Martial University as the origin, countless powerhouses were arranged in concentric circles according to their cultivation levels, resembling a lotus of life blooming in the deep cosmos.

At the core, closest to the origin, sat nine figures.

Laws swirled around them; some were like the midday sun, others like devouring black holes, and some like rivers of stars flowing in reverse. Every breath they took caused subtle collapses in the surrounding space.

These were the Sages.

The human Sages, usually elusive and masters of their own domains, now sat cross-legged in the void with the reverence of schoolboys, daring not to overstep their bounds.

Beyond the circle of Sages were the Emperor-rank powerhouses. Over three thousand of them, their life force like rainbows, formed a golden ocean—the backbone of the human race.

Further out were the dense ranks of King-rank powerhouses, numbering over ten thousand, forming the thickest petals of this lotus.

Then came the Marquis-rank, Domain Lords, Black Hole-rank…

The numbers exploded exponentially. By the time one reached the outer reaches of the Star-rank and Stellar-rank, the count was beyond the naked eye, a base of hundreds of millions, carpeting the orbit of the Canaan system and stretching into the deep space light-years away.

There was no clamor, no private exchange of divine thoughts.

Even the most unruly Star-Beast mounts lay submissively at their masters' feet, trembling.

All eyes were fixed on that single point of origin.

It was empty.

Then, without a hint of spatial fluctuation, a figure in black appeared out of thin air.

He had no earth-shattering entrance, no protective golden light.

He was like the most ordinary mortal, pulling up an invisible chair to sit cross-legged above the heads of these billions of powerhouses.

Qin Feng.

His gaze swept calmly over the beings below.

As his Eyes of Return to Ruins turned, he saw not just people, but countless causal threads climbing upward, the burgeoning martial destiny of the human race.

"Since you have come, be at peace."

Qin Feng spoke.

His voice was not loud, nor did he use any amplification, yet through the resonance of the laws, it rang clearly in the depths of every soul—no matter the distance, no matter the dimensional layer.

"Today I preach, not of divine arts, nor of secret techniques."

"I speak only of… the Path."

As the words fell, Qin Feng slowly closed his eyes and tapped his finger against the void.

"Thrum."

That single sound knocked open the gates of cosmic truth.

With that first tap, a phantom of the black-and-white millstone, symbolizing the "Ultimate Sage Path," slowly manifested behind him.

Life and death, creation and destruction, origin and end.

Two diametrically opposed forces merged perfectly around him, evolving into an arcane fluctuation that transcended the dimensions of the current universe.

"The beginning of martial arts lies in plunder."

Qin Feng's voice became ethereal, as if drifting from the end of time.

"Mortal bodies plunder the grains to strengthen the frame; martial artists plunder spiritual energy to open apertures; Sovereigns plunder the laws to construct worlds. All living things are in a state of contention."

"Yet, what is the end of this contention?"

"Is it to overflow when full? Or is it endless devouring?"

As Qin Feng spoke, a miracle occurred.

With every word he uttered, it transformed into a golden lotus flower.

This was no metaphor, but the product of high-density energy and laws compressed and materialized by his will.

The tongue blossomed with lotuses.

The first golden lotus drifted down, landing on the head of an old man who had been trapped at the peak of the King-rank for tens of thousands of years.

The lotus shattered, dissolving into countless golden runes that merged into the old man's consciousness. His body shook violently, his withered life force surged instantly, and that impenetrable bottleneck shattered like thin paper.

Then, the second, the third…

Thousands upon thousands of law-lotuses drifted from Qin Feng's mouth, falling like a golden downpour.

The entire void of the Canaan system boiled.

The cold, dark vacuum suddenly sprouted phantom vegetation—the manifestation of the "Law of Wood." The light of distant stars flared—the resonance of the "Law of Fire." Countless meteorites shattered and reorganized into precise geometric shapes—the cheers of the "Law of Metal" and "Law of Earth."

Qin Feng was not teaching a single attribute.

He spoke of the "Ultimate," of "Inclusivity," of "All Laws Returning to One."

Since it was the Ultimate, it contained all the laws of the world.

To a fire-attribute martial artist, it was the supreme truth of flame control; to a sword cultivator, it was the peerless intent to sever falsehood; to a spiritual master, it was the ultimate method to construct a soul palace.

"The so-called bottleneck is merely an illusion you have built to imprison yourselves."

Qin Feng tapped his finger, pointing at the Sages who watched in a trance.

"The God-realm is not the end; in fact… it is a mistake."

At these words, the heavens changed color.

The Sages opened their eyes wide, a flicker of horror passing through them before they fell into even deeper contemplation.

In the entire universe, only this man dared to claim the "God-realm is a mistake."

Qin Feng did not pause. He took the "Cycle of Life and Death" he had comprehended at the 72nd level of the Primal Land, and the "Will Barrier" he had forged while battling the Evil Gods, and broke them down, piece by piece, feeding them to the billions of seekers.

The galaxy rose and fell with his cadence.

When he spoke with passion, the distant nebulae surged like a tsunami to cheer him on;

When he spoke in low tones, even the black holes ceased their rotation to listen in silence.

Everyone was intoxicated.

Some wept, some laughed, some danced, some prostrated themselves in tears.

This was not merely a sermon; it was a profound surgery on the soul.

In the pursuit of cultivation, time loses its meaning.

For those warriors immersed in the ocean of the Dao, the very concept of time had dissolved into mist.

Above the Canaan starfield, this singular meditation endured for ten thousand years.

Throughout this epoch, while the outer universe churned with upheaval, the Canaan system seemed severed from the river of time by some supreme force, existing as a world apart.

The first millennium.

The firmament flickered incessantly with the radiance of ascension.

These were primarily the breakthroughs of low-ranking warriors.

Countless stellar-level beings crossed the threshold into the galactic stage; those who had come merely as spectators, being further removed from the epicenter, felt less of the initial shock and were the first to digest the insights, surging into the black hole stage.

The Canaan system had once boasted only tens of thousands of black hole-level masters, but in this millennium, that number increased tenfold.

The third millennium.

Quantitative change ignited qualitative transformation.

The backbone of the middle ranks began to erupt. "Boom—"

A magnificent pillar of violet light pierced the heavens.

It was an old professor from Canaan Martial Arts University, stalled at the peak of the black hole stage for three millennia, who, upon hearing Qin Feng expound the wonders of "micro-recombination," achieved sudden enlightenment and stepped into the rank of Marquis in a single stride.

Immediately following, as if by chain reaction, the auras of Marquis-level powerhouses exploded one after another.

Once rare and capable of suppressing entire star sectors, Marquis-level warriors now sprouted like bamboo shoots after a spring rain across the Canaan sky.

The sixth millennium.

The tremors grew ever more profound.

The King-level powerhouses in the inner circle began to stir. Their foundations were deep, and the paths they sought were far more arduous, yet once they broke through, the heavens and earth shook.

A peak King-level master from an ancient lineage, while listening to Qin Feng explain "causal grafting," suddenly laughed three times, his physical body disintegrating only to be reconstituted as an immortal divine form.

Emperor-level!

The human race had gained another sovereign!

And this was merely the beginning.

In the latter half of this ten-thousand-year sermon, the high-end combat power of humanity experienced an explosive growth.

Though the Saint realm remained difficult to cross—requiring great fortune and immense perseverance—the few Saints present, while not breaking through, found their auras deepened several times over. They had mended the flaws in their Dao foundations, increasing their combat prowess by at least thirty percent!

This was the providence Qin Feng had bestowed upon them.

The nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-ninth year.

The sermon neared its end.

Qin Feng’s voice grew lighter, more ethereal, eventually transforming into pure syllables that no longer carried specific semantics, but directly induced the trembling of the universe’s fundamental laws.

This was the final "blessing."

The energy density across the entire starfield reached a state of liquefaction. Countless warriors greedily absorbed this spiritual tide, which contained not only energy but the very essence of the Dao.

When the final day of the ten-thousandth year arrived.

Qin Feng fell silent.

The golden lotuses filling the sky dissipated, and the churning galaxy returned to stillness.

That profound, mysterious state slowly receded, and all living beings awoke as if from a ten-thousand-year dream.

"Awaken."

Qin Feng spoke a soft command.

The sound, like a spring thunderclap, dispelled the confusion and inner demons that had arisen in the hearts of the crowd from the sudden loss of the Dao’s resonance.

Billions of masters slowly opened their eyes.

In that moment, countless beams of sharp light intertwined in the sky; the energy index of the entire Canaan system was a hundred times more terrifying than it had been ten thousand years ago!

Everyone looked at the black-robed figure still seated on high, their eyes filled no longer with mere awe, but with the fanaticism and gratitude one might reserve for a reborn parent.

"We thank the Venerable for the grace of his teaching!!!"

The first cry of gratitude came from the newly ascended Emperor.

Following this, a mountain-shaking, sea-surging roar of voices drowned the entire system.

"We thank the Venerable for the grace of his teaching! We shall never forget this kindness!"

Billions of warriors bowed in unison. This gesture was enough to move the heavens and earth.

Qin Feng watched the scene, his expression calm, yet a trace of gratification flickered in the depths of his eyes. The stronger humanity became, the fewer worries he would have on the God-Selection Battlefield.

He rose slowly, his gaze passing through the crowd to land on the azure planet below, upon the campus of Canaan Starfield Martial Arts University.

There, he had once shed his sweat.

"Canaan Starfield Martial Arts University nurtured me."

Qin Feng spoke, his voice gentle. "I rose from the humblest of beginnings; without the resources and protection my alma mater provided back then, even with the ambition to reach the heavens, I could not have walked this far."

With that, he waved his hand.

"Whoosh—"

A massive rift tore open in the void.

Countless streams of light poured from the fissure like a silver river flowing backward, falling straight toward the treasury of Canaan Starfield Martial Arts University.

These were not mere waters; they were resources.

They were top-tier resources that would drive King-level masters to madness and make Emperor-level masters green with envy.

There were [Star Core Essences] radiating seven-colored halos, each containing the total energy of a star from birth to destruction;

There were mountains of [Void Divine Gold], the finest material for forging Emperor-grade divine weapons;

There were thousands of complete [Alien Emperor Remains], supreme treasures for research, dissection, and the extraction of essence blood;

And there were over a hundred [Supreme Spiritual Veins], sealed and compressed by Qin Feng’s great power, driven directly into the dragon veins beneath the earth of Canaan.

"These resources are all of Emperor-grade or higher," Qin Feng said calmly. "Gu He."

Principal Gu He, whose name was called, was already kneeling on the ground, trembling with excitement as he watched the treasures descend from the sky.

"This student is here!"

"Incorporate these resources into the school treasury."

Qin Feng pointed to the mountains of treasure. "Do not be stingy, do not seal them away. In this era, letting resources gather dust is the most foolish of acts."

"Use them all for the students."

"As long as they are geniuses, as long as they are willing to risk their lives, give them the very best!"

"These... should be enough for Canaan Martial Arts University to squander for millions of years."

Millions of years!

A collective gasp rippled through the assembly.

What did this signify? It meant that for the next several million years, every student at Canaan Interstellar Martial University, even the newest freshman, would enjoy resources and privileges surpassing those of the core members of the universe’s most elite races!

This was nothing less than brute-forcing a cradle of future powerhouses for humanity with sheer, overwhelming wealth!

"The Venerable's benevolence is boundless!"

Principal Gu He’s eyes brimmed with tears.

He knew that with this infusion of resources, coupled with the lingering Dao resonance from Qin Feng’s lecture today, Canaan Interstellar Martial University would transcend all other human academies to become a true sanctuary.

Down on the campus grounds.

Countless young students gazed up at the figure in the sky. Their eyes shimmered with tears, but even more so with an unprecedented ambition and hunger.

"Thank you, Senior!"

Someone cried out, the voice cracking the silence.

"Thank you, Senior!"

The roar of millions of students converged into a torrent—youthful, yet vibrant with the promise of a new dawn.

Qin Feng looked down at those young faces, a faint smile finally touching his lips.

These were the embers of the human race.

The fire passed down, burning ever onward, never to be extinguished.

"I depart."

Qin Feng turned, waving his hand at the masses with his back to them.

Since he had returned home, imparted his path, and repaid his debts.

Then, what remained.

Was to venture into that slaughterhouse known as the "God's Selection," and carve out a clear, bright heaven for these descendants of humanity.

His silhouette stepped into the depths of the void, stride by stride, until he vanished entirely from sight.

Leaving behind only that retreating figure, which would become an eternal, undying legend etched upon the skies of Canaan.

(End of Chapter)