Chapter 403: Holy Realm Hounds? Nothing But Clay Chickens and Pottery Dogs! Entire Human Race

Chapter 403: Sacred Realm Hounds? Mere Rabble! The Human Race Ascends!

The moment Qin Feng stepped through the portal, the vast cosmos—from the trillion stars of human territory to the dark, distant voids occupied by alien races—saw every communication frequency hijacked by a supreme, overriding force.

There was no warning, no static, no signal lag.

A colossal curtain of light, spanning the firmament, manifested out of thin air beyond the atmosphere of every planet harboring intelligent life. Even above airless mining worlds, space stations, and wandering starship fleets, crystal-clear holographic projections appeared.

[The God-Chosen Battlefield, initiated.]

These words were inscribed in the script of the Great Dao; even the most primitive races, illiterate in any tongue, understood their meaning in an instant.

Then, the screen fractured.

Thousands of sub-screens appeared, each corresponding to a contestant from a different race. Some were shrouded in darkness, their inhabitants masters of stealth; others blazed with fire, their occupants slaughtering the moment they touched ground.

Yet, within human territory, every screen locked onto a single view.

It was a wasteland of deathly purple.

Three eerie suns—pallid, crimson, and dark violet—hung in a triangle above, casting rays of sickening radiation.

The ground bore no vegetation, only endless bones weathered by eons. Some were as vast as mountain ranges, others as fine as dust, forming a thick carpet of bone meal.

A figure in black stood silently in the heart of this "Bone-Burial Wasteland."

"It is Venerable Qin Feng!"

On Canaan Star, Principal Gu He pointed at the sky, his voice trembling.

On Holy Terra, countless citizens paused their labor to gaze upward.

In the frontier legions, soldiers who had just finished battle wiped the blood from their visors, staring fixedly at that lone figure.

This was a war that determined their longevity, their health, and the very survival of their descendants.

Meanwhile, in alien territory.

The Zerg Overmind. Countless brain-bugs hissed through the psychic network: "Human... Qin Feng... Venerable-tier... Threat assessment: Extreme."

The Divine Palace. With Di Shitian dead, the new generation of God-children sneered at the screen: "The God-Chosen Battlefield suppresses cultivation. Even if he is a Venerable, the rules reduce him to a sturdy mortal. The gravity of the Bone-Burial Wasteland is one hundred thousand times the cosmic standard. Let us see how long he lasts."

Inside the battlefield.

Qin Feng lifted his foot, the bone meal crunching beneath his weight.

The gravity was indeed terrifying—ten thousand times that of Blue Star, a thousand times that of Terra. For an ordinary Planetary-level warrior, it would crush their internal organs instantly, but for Qin Feng, who possessed the Hunyuan Limit Dao Body and was at the mid-stage of the Cosmic Venerable realm, it was no different from level ground.

"Ambient energy is extremely low, roughly one percent of the outside world."

"The spatial structure is rigid; the energy required to tear space is a thousand times higher."

Qin Feng walked, calmly analyzing the environmental data. His Eyes of Guixiu scanned the surroundings, constructing a 3D model of the terrain.

"No signs of life... No, there is something underground."

Qin Feng halted.

Three kilometers ahead, beneath a natural archway formed by a giant spine, lay a relatively flat plateau. Backed by a mountain of bones with a clear line of sight, it was a strategic point easy to defend and hard to attack.

"This will do."

Qin Feng flickered. He did not use spatial teleportation, relying purely on physical explosive power to cross the three kilometers in an instant, a sonic boom cloud erupting into a vacuum channel behind him.

Standing on the plateau, he flipped his wrist.

A crystal emitting a soft white light appeared in his palm. This was the [Civilization Spark] granted at the start of the battlefield.

"Establish stronghold."

Qin Feng whispered the command.

The crystal flew from his hand, hovering in the center of the plateau before shattering into countless streams of white light, spreading across the ground like 3D printing.

Outside, countless people held their breath.

Within the light curtain, on that desolate, terrifying mountain of bones, a silver-white complex, both futuristic and sacred, rose at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This was not brick and mortar; this was the manifestation of rules.

Towering circular walls rippled with energy shields; at the center, a spire-like control hub flashed with the signature blue beacon of the human race.

[Ding—]

[Humanity's primary stronghold established.]

[Current Level: 1.]

[Facilities: Defense Field (E-rank), Life Incubation Chamber (Special), Resource Converter (E-rank).]

As the system prompt faded, Qin Feng’s gaze shifted to the core of the stronghold—the Life Incubation Chamber.

There, one hundred giant transparent cylindrical containers stood in perfect rows.

Filled with pale golden nutrient fluid, they did not contain the data streams Qin Feng had expected, but rather...

Infants.

One hundred newborn human babies.

They slept, curled in artificial amniotic fluid, umbilical cords connected to the energy core below. They looked so fragile, their skin so delicate, as if a mere gust of wind could extinguish their spark of life.

Qin Feng’s pupils constricted.

Outside, in human territory, an uproar erupted.

"Are those... children?"

"My god! Why are there children in the stronghold?"

"Is this the cruelty of the God-Chosen Battlefield? Our destiny, manifested as these new lives? If the stronghold falls..."

No one dared to finish the thought.

If the stronghold fell, these newborns, representing the hope of humanity, would be torn to shreds by the monsters of the wasteland.

Qin Feng walked to a container, looking through the reinforced glass at the sleeping infant.

"No need to worry about feeding or waste; energy is supplied directly by the stronghold."

Qin Feng read the control panel, his expression cold.

"But they are alive."

"They are hostages, and they are the future."

The rules of this game, using life as a bargaining chip, filled Qin Feng with disgust for this so-called Divine Agreement, yet the killing intent in his eyes grew all the more pure.

Just then.

[Warning! Warning!]

[The first wave of attacks is arriving!]

[Countdown: 10, 9, 8...]

The three suns in the sky erupted with blinding light, turning the purple wasteland into a stark, pallid white.

"Awoooo—!!!"

A shrill, mournful howling of wolves erupted from the fissures of the bone-mountains in every direction.

The earth began to tremble.

In the distance, across the endless gray-white horizon, a black tide surged forward. It was not water, but a dense, swarming mass of thousands of monsters.

Wasteland Hounds.

They were no ordinary beasts. Each was the size of a tank, encased in armor of bone, with bared fangs and eyes burning with ghostly green fire.

Most despairing of all was the aura they exuded.

[Target Analysis: Wasteland Hound.]

[Rank: Saint-Sealing Realm (Early Stage).]

[Traits: Pack Hunting, Law-Biting, Undying Bone Body.]

When this data appeared on the sidebar of the universal live broadcast, the myriad races fell into an uproar.

"Saint-Sealing Realm?!"

"Are you kidding me? The first wave of beginner monsters is at the Saint-Sealing Realm?"

"This is madness! This God-Chosen Battlefield is nothing but a meat grinder!"

In an ordinary Tier-2 civilization, a single Saint-Sealing expert would be the master of a planet, worshipped by billions. Yet here, they were merely "stray dogs" used in packs to drain the players' stamina.

In the alien channels, countless comments flooded the screen:

"Hahahaha! Saint-Sealing dogs! Even a Venerable, under the suppression of the rules, would meet their end against a siege of thousands of Saint-level beasts!"

"The humans are finished! Wiped out in the very first wave!"

"Tear him apart! Shred that human stronghold!"

Within the human territories, the atmosphere was suffocating.

Countless mothers covered their children's eyes; countless warriors clenched their fists until their nails pierced their palms.

Thousands of Saint-level monsters... was this the scale of a God-War?

On the screen.

The black tide closed in rapidly. Their speed was terrifying; each leap spanned thousands of meters, their claws carving deep furrows into the hardened bone-earth.

They smelled the delicious, vibrant life-force of the one hundred newborns inside the stronghold.

Greedy, bloodthirsty, and insane.

Distance to stronghold: ten kilometers. Distance to stronghold: five kilometers.

Distance to stronghold: one kilometer.

They had reached the base of the highlands, close enough that one could see the rotting flesh caught between their teeth.

However.

The gates of the stronghold were wide open.

Qin Feng had not activated the defensive field, nor was he hiding behind the walls.

He had pulled up a chair and sat boldly at the threshold of the gate, holding a cup of freshly materialized hot tea.

The tea sent up curling wisps of steam.

Facing the overwhelming tide of beasts capable of destroying a galaxy,

Qin Feng simply blew gently at the floating leaves on his tea.

The first Wasteland Hound lunged onto the highland.

It opened its cavernous maw, dark light condensing from the laws of corrosion, and bit down fiercely toward Qin Feng’s head. The pressure of the Saint Realm erupted in full force; a normal Venerable, suppressed by the rules, might have had to dodge.

Qin Feng lifted his eyelids.

"Too noisy."

He did not rise, merely extending the index finger of his left hand to tap lightly against the void.

He did not point at the hound, but at the entire fan-shaped expanse of space before him.

[Concept Modification: In the area ahead, life does not exist.]

Although the rules of the God-Chosen Battlefield suppressed most of his abilities, preventing him from rewriting the underlying logic of the entire field, modifying local reality within the small perimeter of his stronghold was effortless for his terrifying mid-stage Venerable divine sense.

"Hum—"

No energy beam shot forth.

There was no earth-shattering explosion.

The Wasteland Hound mid-leap froze the moment it touched the area indicated by Qin Feng’s fingertip.

Immediately after, the ghostly green fire in its eyes extinguished.

Its bone armor, its tough muscles, and its bones imbued with the power of laws—all of it, like a pencil drawing erased by rubber, instantly decomposed into the most primitive atomic dust.

No blood, no chunks of flesh.

Just absolute "nothingness."

But this was only the beginning.

The power of that single tap rippled outward in a fan shape.

"Puff, puff, puff, puff, puff—"

The first hundred, the first thousand, the three thousand Wasteland Hounds at the front...

They were still running, still roaring, but in the next second, their bodies disintegrated mid-stride. The black tide collided with an invisible wall of annihilation.

In an instant.

The three-kilometer fan-shaped zone in front of the stronghold became a vacuum.

Three thousand Saint-Sealing monsters, without even a chance to scream, were reduced to bone powder that drifted through the air, scattering downward.

It was as if a gray snow had begun to fall.

Qin Feng withdrew his finger, lifted his teacup, and took a gentle sip.

"Mere mongrels."

The entire universe fell into a deathly silence.

Those aliens who had been clamoring moments ago were now like ducks with their necks throttled, unable to make a sound.

The high-ranking officials of the God race, the Zerg, and the Machine race stared fixedly at the screen, their eyes filled with disbelief.

"What... what kind of method is this?"

"No spiritual energy fluctuations, no collision of laws... just direct erasure?"

"Is this a human Venerable? Is this Qin Feng?!"

And within the human territories.

After a brief silence, a thunderous, mountain-shaking cheer erupted!

"Long live! Long live Venerable Qin Feng!"

"A magnificent slaughter! Those so-called Holy Realm hounds are nothing but filth before the Venerable!"

"Too powerful! How utterly cathartic!"

Within the Imperial Palace of Terra, the Emperor watched the scene unfold, his withered lips curling into the faintest of smiles.

As the final wasteland hound, attempting a cowardly flank, disintegrated under the mere weight of Qin Feng’s gaze,

the system’s chime resonated once more across the heavens.

[Ding—]

[Congratulations to the Human Representative, Qin Feng, for successfully repelling the first wave of attacks.]

[Mission Rating: SSS (No damage sustained, instantaneous kills, stronghold remains intact).]

[Distributing rewards...]

[Reward I: Total food production across all human territories increased by 5% (Effect active).]

[Reward II: Basic Defense Tower Blueprints x2 (Deposited into stronghold warehouse).]

[Reward III (SSS-tier bonus): A map of a random resource coordinate.]

Simultaneously, in the reality of the human domain,

countless farmers on agricultural planets stared in astonishment as the wheat in their fields seemed to swell with grain in an instant, fruit on the trees expanded visibly before their eyes, and even crops on barren soil surged with newfound vitality.

This was no hallucination.

It was a fundamental alteration of the laws of nature. This single reward alone added trillions of tons to the human food reserves, enough to sustain countless lives.

"It... it really increased!"

"Thank you, Venerable Qin Feng! Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Inside the Divine Selection Battlefield,

Qin Feng set down his teacup. He felt no complacency over such trivial rewards. For the vast human race, this was but a drop in the ocean, yet he knew it was a promising start.

He opened the [Random Resource Coordinate Map].

A translucent map unfolded before him; save for the illuminated area around his stronghold, the rest was shrouded in the fog of war. Yet, deep within that mist, a red dot pulsed.

Distance: Three hundred kilometers.

Label: [Crimson Copper Vein (Medium)].

Qin Feng raised an eyebrow. A medium-sized vein? In the early stages of the Divine Selection, this was a prize worth fighting for. With a mineral vein, he could upgrade his stronghold and forge more formidable defenses.

Just then, a new main quest refreshed.

[Ding—]

[Main Quest II Issued: Plunder and Expansion.]

[Mission Description: Passive defense cannot win the War of Racial Destiny. Within 48 hours, occupy a resource point and establish an outpost.]

[Mission Hint: The nearest resource point, the "Crimson Copper Vein," has been occupied by a vanguard of the "Lizard Race."]

[Mission Success Reward: Physical constitution of all human citizens increased by 1%; stronghold upgraded to Level 2.]

[Mission Failure Penalty: A random F-grade epidemic will break out across human territories; 50% of stronghold energy reserves will be deducted.]

Qin Feng stared at the mission panel, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"The Lizard Race?"

He remembered them; a mid-tier tribe subservient to the Demon Alliance, known for their cruelty and their penchant for preying upon weaker species.

"Constitution plus 1%..." Qin Feng murmured to himself.

This reward was far more enticing than food production. Increased constitution meant a firmer foundation for martial arts, allowing more people to pass the warrior examinations.

"Since you have seized my mine,"

Qin Feng stood, his black robes fluttering without a breeze.

"Then leave your lives behind as well."

He cast a final glance at the infants sleeping soundly in the life-nurturing chamber, then waved his hand. Two basic defense towers materialized instantly on either side of the stronghold, their automated targeting systems humming to life.

"Guard the home."

Qin Feng left the command with the stronghold’s intelligent core, then transformed into a streak of light, hurtling toward the red dot on the map.

This time, he would not be the one defending.

He was the hunter.

And the Lizard Race would be the first sacrifice trampled beneath the feet of humanity on the Divine Selection Battlefield.