Chapter 405: Anchor Point Loosening, Top Resonance

Chapter 405: Anchor Loosening, Top-Tier Echoes

God-Chosen Battlefield, Human Stronghold.

The extraction of the red flame copper vein has been fully taken over by the puppet factory; the low-frequency hum of mechanical arms echoes across the reddish-brown wasteland, composing a strange industrial rhythm.

Qin Feng sits cross-legged beside the "Spark of Civilization" at the heart of the stronghold. That golden flame reflects in his deep pupils, flickering occasionally as if responding to the breath of its guardian. One hundred newborns are housed in the constant-temperature life-nurturing chamber—the most fragile yet most resilient hope of humanity in this dimension.

"Venerable One, according to the monitoring of the Eye of Return to Ruins, the fluctuations of rules within a three-thousand-kilometer radius of the stronghold have stabilized."

Within Qin Feng's sea of consciousness, his divine sense reviews the data.

Just then, the gray, hazy clouds in the sky suddenly tear open, and a cold, mechanical voice strikes every corner of the battlefield like a heavy hammer, simultaneously resounding across the live-streaming light curtains of the real universe.

[Warning: Dimensional anchor loosening detected in Zone S-09.]

[Emergency Task Triggered: Dimensional Repair.]

[Task Description: Proceed to the "Fractured Corridor" and repair three collapsing dimensional anchors within thirty minutes. Failure will result in a void collapse in this region, consuming all surrounding strongholds (including the human stronghold).]

[Competitive Matching: Searching for nearby God-Chosen... Matching complete.]

[Opposing Faction: Spirit Race.]

Real Universe, Blue Star, Terra Council Hall.

Before the massive holographic screen, the faces of hundreds of councilors turn deathly pale.

"The Spirit Race? One of the top ten peak races in the universe?"

A councilor cries out, "This is unfair! The God-Chosen Battlefield has only been open for two days; why are we matched against opponents of this caliber?"

"Quiet."

The Speaker takes a deep breath, eyes fixed on the motionless figure of Qin Feng on the screen. "If we lack even this much trust, what right do we have to sit behind Venerable Qin?"

Meanwhile, in the God-Chosen live-streaming room covering the entire universe, the barrage of comments erupts like a tsunami.

"This is too unlucky! The Spirit Race—monsters born without physical bodies who specialize in mental power!"

"I heard the Spirit Race's 'Dream Weavers' can drag a Saint's soul into an illusion to be tortured for ten thousand years. Can God Qin... can God Qin block that?"

"Shut up, the one above! God Qin even scared away the Great Sage of the Demon Race; what is a mere Spirit Race member to him?"

"That's different! The Demon Race is physical, while the Spirit Race is magic and mental—it's a system suppression!"

[Spirit Race Observation Zone]:

"Heh, base flesh-and-blood life. To be matched against our Lord Huan Xu, this human is truly unfortunate."

"Humanity? That race that hasn't even entered the top one hundred? Lord Huan Xu doesn't even need to lift a finger; the spatial turbulence of the Fractured Corridor alone will tear him to shreds."

"Waiting to see the human's soul collapse; that will be an exquisite work of art."

"The betting is open! I bet the human won't last three minutes. Odds 1 to 0.01."

...

Inside the God-Chosen Battlefield.

Qin Feng slowly stands up, brushing non-existent dust from his lapel. He looks up at the distorted sky in the distance, his Eye of Return to Ruins instantly analyzing the task coordinates.

"Dimensional repair? The Spirit Race?"

The corners of Qin Feng's mouth lift slightly, revealing an incredibly calm smile.

"I hope they are more interesting than that pheasant."

He takes a step forward.

Space folds.

The next second, his figure vanishes directly from the stronghold.

The Fractured Corridor is a region that defies the laws of physics.

Here, gravity is chaotic, sometimes pulling upward, sometimes to the left. Massive floating rock islands drift in the void, colliding from time to time and shattering into countless fragments. Space itself is like a broken mirror, with the chilling black void peering through the cracks.

A ghostly blue light coalesces in the depths of the corridor.

It is a luminous body without a fixed form, vaguely presenting a humanoid silhouette; this is the God-Chosen of the Spirit Race—Huan Xu (Peak Saint Realm, Half-Step Venerable).

Huan Xu hovers above a massive floating stone, surrounded by visible tentacles of mental power. It looks at the task panel and lets out a shrill, mental-wave laugh.

"Humans... such fragile vessels. This task is a humiliation to me."

At this moment, the live-stream barrage refreshes again.

"Lord Huan Xu is the genius of our race with the most hope of reaching 'Soul Venerable' in ten thousand years; his understanding of space has already touched the edge of the rules."

"Look, Lord Huan Xu is setting up a 'Soul Labyrinth'! Once that human steps in, he will be lost in his own subconscious."

"The outcome is decided. This is not just a gap in strength, but a dimensional strike on the level of life."

...

"What the hell is that thing? Just looking at the screen makes me dizzy and nauseous!"

"That is the racial talent of the Spirit Race: mental pollution. Everyone, lower the resolution! Don't look directly at that blue light!"

"It's over... hasn't God Qin arrived yet? Two minutes have already passed!"

Just as the myriad races wait for a hunting game, a figure appears abruptly at the entrance of the Fractured Corridor.

There is no earth-shattering explosion of aura, no brilliant energy effects.

Qin Feng walks in as naturally as if he were coming home from work and pushing open a door.

The violent gravitational field here is enough to crush an ordinary King-level powerhouse into a meat patty instantly, but acting upon Qin Feng, it fails to stir even a single strand of his hair.

Primordial Ultimate Dao Body.

It is a terrifying physique capable of traversing black holes with its bare flesh; mere spatial turbulence is shattered against the surface of his skin by an invisible force field.

"You are that human?"

Huan Xu's mental wave booms directly into Qin Feng's mind. "Kneel and offer your soul, and I may let you die in the illusion..."

"Too noisy."

Qin Feng picks his ear, though there is no wax to be found.

He doesn't even glance at Huan Xu, his gaze locked directly on the three massive stone pillars in the distance emitting red light—the dimensional anchors on the verge of collapse.

"Ignoring me?!"

As a pride of the Spirit Race, when has Huan Xu ever received such treatment? It laughs in fury, the blue light around its body surging violently.

"You seek death! Mental Storm—Dream Weaver!"

Buzz—!

An invisible mental tsunami sweeps toward Qin Feng with Huan Xu at its center.

Wherever it passes, space distorts, and even the live-stream feed suffers severe static interference.

"It's here! The signature kill move of the Spirit Race! This strike is enough to turn a Saint into an idiot!"

"That human didn't dodge! Is he scared witless?"

It is over. No matter how formidable the flesh, the soul remains a fatal weakness. How could the spirit of a lowly creature like a human possibly...

The barrage of messages came to an abrupt halt.

Everyone stared in wide-eyed disbelief.

That terrifying psychic storm, upon touching the space three feet before Qin Feng, collided with an insurmountable wall of sighs.

No, it did not collide.

It was annihilated.

Qin Feng continued his stride.

With every step he took, the void beneath his feet solidified into level ground. The psychic storm, capable of shredding souls, brushed past his face, causing only a single strand of hair upon his forehead to stir.

Is that it?

Qin Feng halted, finally casting a direct gaze at the floating phantom, Huan Xu.

His eyes were terrifyingly calm, as if he were observing a roadside stone or a wisp of air.

How... how is this possible?!

Huan Xu let out a shrill, panicked scream. My psychic assault strikes directly at the causal level; how can you be unscathed?! Your spirit... what are you?!

Qin Feng offered no reply.

He merely raised his right hand, reaching out toward the first dimensional anchor.

Rule rewrite: Restore.

There were no complex incantations.

The ten-thousand-meter stone pillar, riddled with cracks and on the verge of detonation, seemed to have its timeline reversed in an instant.

Debris flew back into place, fissures sealed, and the red glow shifted into a steady blue light.

Time elapsed: 0.1 seconds.

?????

What the hell just happened?

Am I seeing things? Wasn't that pillar broken just a moment ago?

God Qin: I fixed it. The Gods: Huh? I didn't even see how!

Cheat! That is absolutely cheating!

That is dimensional rule corruption! How could he fix it with a wave of his hand? Even our elders couldn't do that!

This human must possess a cosmic-grade relic! It must be a cheat tool given to him by the Emperor!

Huan Xu was thrown into a total panic.

Its prideful psychic assault had proven useless, and the speed at which its opponent repaired the mission objective defied all logic.

I cannot let him complete the task! If I kill him, victory will still be mine!

Huan Xu let out a harrowing shriek, burning its very source core.

Forbidden Art: Void Funeral!

The entire space of the Shattered Corridor collapsed instantly. Countless spatial fragments transformed into razor-sharp blades, laced with the unique soul toxins of the Spirit race, forming a massive black vortex that swallowed Qin Feng whole.

Die! Die! This is a void funeral capable of grinding stars to dust! Huan Xu roared in madness.

At the center of the vortex, there was only pitch darkness.

The live stream lost all visual of Qin Feng.

God Qin... No! That power looks ten thousand times more terrifying than a nuclear blast!

Damn the Spirit race, they actually detonated their own source!

Yet, the next second.

From the heart of that black vortex came a voice of indifference.

Is this your full strength?

A hand—fair, slender, and appearing almost delicate—reached out from the black void vortex.

It was as if tearing through a thin sheet of paper.

The hand gripped the edge of the vortex and tore it open with force.

Rip—!

The Void Funeral, capable of crushing stars, was torn clean in two.

Amidst the swirling chaotic energy, Qin Feng emerged without a scratch. Not even a wrinkle had appeared on his clothes.

The Primordial Limit Dao Body, immune to all laws.

The soul perfected, invulnerable to external demons.

Qin Feng looked at the stunned Huan Xu and sighed.

I had hoped to see what new tricks the Spirit race had, but it is still the same old routine from millions of years ago.

Too disappointing.

He raised his hand and pointed at Huan Xu from afar.

It was no earth-shattering technique.

It was merely—

Rule Ability: Localized Concept Erasure.

No—!!!

Huan Xu’s scream had only just begun before it was cut short.

There was no explosion, no spray of gore.

Its body, like a pencil sketch being erased by a rubber, began to vanish into the air, starting from its feet.

Total nothingness.

Not even a fragment of its soul remained.

The God-Chosen Battlefield fell into a deathly silence.

Qin Feng turned and looked toward the remaining two dimensional anchors.

His divine sense stirred.

Restore.

Boom! Boom!

Two pillars of blue light shot into the sky.

The chaotic gravitational field of the Shattered Corridor instantly calmed; all floating islands returned to their positions, and the fissures healed.

The entire process, from Qin Feng’s entry into the battlefield to the end of the battle, took less than three minutes.

The system’s frigid chime resonated:

[Mission accomplished.]

[Duration: 2 minutes and 14 seconds.]

[Rating: SSS (Perfect).]

[Hostile Chosen One detected as deceased; commencing plunder of Spirit race fortune...]

When Qin Feng’s figure reappeared at the human stronghold, the reality of the universe had already erupted.

"..."

"..."

"What was that 'erasure' ability just now? Did anyone understand it?"

"I am a Machine race analyst... the data has overflowed. That human’s flick of the finger involved causal laws and the modification of fundamental rules. This cannot be power attainable by anyone below the Venerable tier!"

"The Spirit race's prodigy is just gone? Like a joke?"

"Terrifying... this human is a monster! We must re-evaluate the threat level of the human race!"

"God Qin is invincible!!! (Voice cracking)"

"This is the backbone of humanity! Whatever Spirit race, whatever mental attacks—before absolute power, they are all nothing but scum!"

"Who said earlier that humans wouldn't last three minutes? Come out and walk a few steps! Our God Qin didn't even need three minutes, because he wiped the floor with the opponent in two!"

"This isn't a mission; this is a max-level player going to the newbie village to bully the fish!"

"Tears in my eyes. With a guardian like this, how can our human race not flourish?"

Inside the stronghold.

Qin Feng paid no heed to the clamor of the outside world.

He glanced at the system panel, which displayed the new rewards.

[Mission rewards issued:]

Stronghold defense upgrade: Obtained "Void Disruptor" x4.

Feedback to all humanity:

National mental potential +2% (converted from Spirit race fortune).

Average intelligence of newborns across all territories increased by 5 points.

Unlocked technology tree branch: Primary Psionic Application.

Qin Feng nodded slightly.

"Mental and intellectual enhancement? Not bad. This is more conducive to the long-term development of a civilization than mere physical strength."

He walked to the life-nurturing chamber and, through the transparent crystal wall, watched the infants sleeping inside.

The battle that had just shaken the universe was, to him, nothing more than stepping out to take out the trash.

His gaze softened, and he touched the crystal wall gently.

"Sleep now."

"As long as I am here, nothing shall disturb your sweet dreams."

This was his path.

Slaughter was the means; protection was the destination.

Although the Chosen Battlefield was an independent dimension, its tremors were enough to propagate to the deepest reaches of the universe.

Spirit race home planet, Psionic Temple.

On a massive crystal throne, the Empress of the Spirit race crushed her scepter in a fit of rage.

"Huan Xu is dead? Killed by a human as if crushing a bug?"

Below the grand hall, countless Spirit race elders trembled, not daring to draw a full breath.

"That Qin Feng... his soul strength exceeds even that of our High Elder. This is irrational! How could a short-lived species like humans cultivate such a flawless divine soul?"

"Empress, calm your anger." An aged Spirit creature floated out tremblingly. "According to the Chosen rules, Huan Xu's death will lead to a psionic depletion in our newborns for the next decade. The priority is to contact our allies on the Chosen Battlefield..."

A venomous light flickered in the Empress's eyes.

"Contact the Machine race and the Zerg. Tell them this human is the greatest variable. We must join forces to strangle him before the 'First Divine Realm Opening'! At any cost!"

Chosen Battlefield, unknown region, Machine race stronghold.

This was a massive fortress of metal.

The Machine race Chosen, [Zero], was analyzing the footage of Qin Feng’s battle through tens of thousands of compound-eye screens.

On the screen, the image of Qin Feng’s "erasure" flick was slowed down countless times.

"Analysis failed. Logic error. Energy source unknown."

Zero’s cold, synthesized electronic voice rang out.

"Threat level adjusted to: Extremely Dangerous."

"Calculating optimal solution: Avoid single combat. Initiate 'Extinction Order' protocol; coordinate with other races for a siege."

Human stronghold.

Qin Feng sat cross-legged, seemingly oblivious to the conspiracies of the outside world, or perhaps, entirely indifferent.

His divine sense sank into his body, sorting through the wisp of Spirit race origin he had just devoured.

"The Spirit race's soul laws are indeed interesting. Though crude, they possess a certain uniqueness in the construction of 'illusions'."

Qin Feng flicked his finger, and a faint blue light danced at his fingertip before he casually merged it into the stronghold’s defensive array.

"With a slight modification, if anyone dares to sneak attack the stronghold in the future, let them taste an enhanced version of 'Infinite Tsukuyomi'."

At this moment, the leaderboard in the sky refreshed once more.

[Chosen Points Ranking]

First Place: God race (Points: 1200)

Second Place: Demon race (Points: 1150)

...

Ninety-eighth Place: Human race (Points: 350)

(Note: Due to the killing of a Spirit race Chosen, points have surged significantly, rising from 7200th to 98th place.)

Seeing this ranking, Qin Feng merely smiled faintly.

"Only 98th? It seems the road ahead is still long."

"However, since I have arrived, the first position will eventually belong to the human race."

He stood up and looked toward the core area of the "God-Fallen Land," shrouded in mist in the distance.

There, the bones of countless souls who had attempted to ascend to godhood lay buried.

It was also the place where he sought the ultimate secret of this divinely chosen battlefield.

(End of this chapter)