Chapter 407: The Transformation of Myriad Poisons, Solved in the Blink of an Eye! Zerg Collapse!

Chapter 407: The Mutation of Myriad Poisons, Solved in a Blink! The Zerg Collapse!

The sky over the God-Chosen Battlefield remained a disquieting, bruised crimson, the "All-Race Death Warrant" hanging in the firmament like a sword of Damocles.

Yet, the operational logic of the God-Chosen System remained indifferent to the whims of any race.

Even as the entire universe conspired against humanity, the system’s tasks refreshed with cold, mechanical precision.

[Ding.]

[Detected irreversible biological contamination in the "Forest of Life," Sector C-12.]

[Emergency rescue mission triggered: The Microscopic War.]

[Mission Description: Sector C-12, originally a biological specimen repository for the God-Chosen Battlefield, has been occupied by the Zerg God-Chosen, "Plague Matriarch Sarah." She has injected a genetic virus known as "God-Eater Spores" into the sector’s core, the "Ancient Tree of Life."]

[Mission Objective: Eradicate all viruses before the Ancient Tree of Life withers completely (Time remaining: 20 minutes).]

[Restrictions:

No Destruction: The Ancient Tree of Life is extremely fragile; any energy impact exceeding the "King-Tier" will cause it to shatter instantly.

No Fire: The God-Eater Spores will accelerate reproduction upon contact with fire and detonate the host.

Total Purification: The residual virus rate must be 0.0000%, or the mission will be deemed a failure.]

[Current Difficulty: S-Rank (Micro-manipulation/Medical).]

[Hostile Faction: Zerg.]

In the physical universe, the Terra Council.

The atmosphere, previously buoyant from a string of victories, felt as if it had been doused in liquid nitrogen the moment the mission details appeared.

"This... this is a death trap."

A biologist in a white lab coat slumped into his chair, his face ashen. "The Zerg’s 'God-Eater Spores' are a forbidden cosmic weapon. They parasitize the interior of cell nuclei, entangling themselves with the host’s genetic chain. To clear them is akin to extracting every blood vessel in a human body one by one without breaking the skin... It is fundamentally impossible!"

"And there are only twenty minutes!" another strategist shouted in despair. "Even the most advanced medical nanobot legion in the universe would need three days and three nights to perform surgery of this precision!"

Inside the God-Chosen Battlefield.

Qin Feng looked at the mission panel, his brows arching slightly.

"Zerg? Sarah?"

He remembered the name. In the original timeline, this Zerg matriarch had turned half a galaxy of living beings into nothing more than puddles of oozing rot.

"Since you want to play with viruses, let us see whose scalpel is steadier."

Qin Feng flickered, not tearing through space (lest he disturb the fragile target), but transforming into a streak of light, skimming the ground as he charged toward the forest shrouded in sickly green toxic mist.

Sector C-12, Forest of Life.

Once perhaps a sanctuary of birdsong and fragrance, it had become a hellscape.

The bark of the towering trees ulcerated, weeping thick, yellowish-brown viscous fluid. The ground was carpeted in writhing fungal mats, upon which countless flesh-balls with compound eyes heaved, spewing lethal spore-laden mist.

In the center of the forest, a white ancient tree, a thousand meters tall, trembled in agony. Its leaves had turned black, and its trunk was covered in purplish-black, vein-like protrusions—the virus was ravenously devouring its life essence.

Perched on a branch of the ancient tree was a massive creature, a hybrid of spider and centipede.

This was the Zerg God-Chosen—Plague Matriarch Sarah (Late Saint Realm).

She possessed the upper body of a woman and the lower body of a bloated ovipositor.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss..."

Sarah emitted a blood-curdling laugh, broadcast through the psychic network to the live stream.

"Human... you have arrived. I smell that nauseating scent of order upon you."

"Look at this beautiful work of art. My children have already merged with this tree. You wish to save it? Unless you carve this tree down to the atom, you shall fail!"

At this moment, the universe-wide bullet comments surged once more.

"Cackle, Matriarch’s 'God-Eater Spores' are unsolvable! It is not a poison; it is a gift of evolution!"

"This human only knows brute force. The last round was just repairing pillars, which were inanimate objects! This is a game played at the level of living cells!"

"I bet he accidentally blows the tree to pieces! Humans are such crude creatures; they know nothing of the mysteries of the microscopic world."

"Waiting for the human to be infected by the spores and become one of us! Matriarch, please bestow upon him the 'Kiss of Corruption'!"

"So disgusting... I think I’m going to vomit..."

"How can he fight this? He cannot use force, he cannot use fire. Those bugs are burrowing all through the trunk!"

"Qin God... Qin God was a martial artist, not a doctor! This is the wrong profession!"

"It’s over. This is clearly a trap designed to counter Qin Feng’s combat style! The All-Race Alliance has begun targeted tactical planning!"

"Theoretically, this is a dead end. Unless the God-Chosen possesses 'God-Tier' psychic precision and mastery of biological genetic engineering. Both are indispensable."

Qin Feng hovered in the foul-smelling air.

He did not activate any protective aura.

The spore viruses that attempted to approach him, upon reaching a centimeter from his skin, encountered an invisible barrier and fell, losing all activity.

That was the innate life-field of the "Primordial Limit Dao Body"—immunity to all poisons was merely a basic configuration.

He ignored Sarah’s clamoring, his gaze piercing through the bark of the ancient tree to look directly within.

In the vision of the "Eye of Guixu," countless tiny black nematodes were ravenously tearing at the green light-points of the tree’s life force.

Order of magnitude: 380 billion.

Distribution: Every corner of the entire tree.

"Interesting."

Qin Feng commented faintly.

"Though the methods are base, they are indeed filthy enough."

Sarah was incensed by Qin Feng’s dismissive attitude.

"Base? You dare to insult the great evolutionary path of the Swarm!"

She shrieked, and the ovipositor on her abdomen contracted violently.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

Tens of thousands of Hydralisks erupted from the hollows of the tree trunk, spraying highly corrosive acid at Qin Feng. Simultaneously, the concentration of spores in the air increased a hundredfold, forming a torrential green rain.

"Boring."

Qin Feng did not even take a single step.

He merely raised his hands slowly.

His ten slender fingers danced gracefully in the void, as if playing an invisible piano.

The next second.

The acid, the toxic mist, and even the lunging Hydralisks—all froze in mid-air.

It was not a cessation of time.

Instead, he was entangled by countless lines invisible to the naked eye.

That was Qi.

It was the astral essence thread—his own vitality compressed finer than a nanometer, yet tougher than alloy.

This was a divine technique derived from Qin Feng's own insights after acquiring Zhou Xiong's legacy, the "Ten Complete Hands," during the "Outline Stages 6-7."

This move was named the "Thousand Threads Tribulation."

"Since numbers are what you pride yourself on, I will crush you with numbers."

Qin Feng's fingers snapped shut.

Pfft—!

In that exact same instant, the sky full of hydralisks was sliced into neat, fragmented pieces.

But this was merely the prelude.

Qin Feng did not stop; the rhythmic movement of his ten fingers abruptly accelerated, moving so fast that even the dynamic vision of Saint-realm experts could discern nothing but a blur of afterimages.

Countless invisible threads of astral essence, like a gentle spring rain, pierced silently into the trunk of the Ancient Tree of Life.

No wood chips flew, no sap bled.

These threads bypassed all the fibrous tissue of the ancient tree, tracing the plant's veins to pinpoint with absolute precision those three hundred and eighty billion points of viral infection.

"???"

"What is he doing? Playing the zither for a tree?"

"I don't get it, I don't get it at all. But those bugs seem to be dead."

"Look at the ancient tree's status bar! Its health bar has stopped dropping!"

"Impossible! What kind of combat technique is that? Materialization of spiritual intent? Or the manifestation of blood vitality?"

"Is he performing minimally invasive surgery? Operating on three hundred billion targets simultaneously? This makes no sense! It violates the computational limits of a biological brain!"

"Matriarch! Detonate the spores quickly! Don't let him succeed!"

Sarah, too, sensed that something was amiss.

To her horror, she found that her spiritual links with those "God-Devouring Spores" were snapping one by one.

They were not being destroyed; they were being... peeled away.

That human's threads were like the most masterful thief, stealing the spores right out of the cell nuclei without tripping a single alarm.

"Bastard! If that's the case, then let us die together!"

Sarah let out a shrill, wretched howl, issuing the command for self-destruction.

"All spores, undergo fission and detonate immediately!"

The order was given.

Yet, the anticipated earth-shattering explosion never occurred.

The Ancient Tree of Life still stood in absolute silence, and the originally blackened leaves even began to reveal a hint of green.

"What is going on? Why won't you obey my command?!" Sarah frantically beat against the trunk.

Qin Feng lowered his hands and stood with them clasped behind his back, calmly watching this hysterical insect.

"Because they have already been sealed." As his voice fell.

From every pore of the Ancient Tree of Life, tiny black particles enveloped in translucent bubbles slowly drifted out.

Those were the peeled-away "God-Devouring Spores."

Every single spore was wrapped in a layer of astral essence thinner than a cell membrane, completely isolating them from the outside world and severing the reception of the self-destruction signal.

This scene was breathtakingly beautiful.

Billions of microscopic bubbles rose from the tree trunk, converging into a black river of stars in the dim sky.

Meanwhile, as the toxins left its body, the ancient tree instantly radiated a vibrant, newfound life. The withered, yellow bark peeled away to reveal tender green new growth, and its massive canopy unfurled at a speed visible to the naked eye, blooming with white flowers of life.

[Mission accomplished.]

[Time elapsed: 3 minutes and 45 seconds.]

[Virus clearance rate: 100%.]

[Ancient tree damage rate: 0%.]

[Evaluation: SSS-grade (Miraculous skill).]

Qin Feng held out his hand, and that "black river of stars" composed of billions of viruses rapidly compressed and condensed within his palm.

Ultimately, it transformed into a bead as black as ink, radiating a terrifying aura of destruction.

"Thank you for your gift."

Qin Feng toyed with this "Ten Thousand Toxins Bead," looking at the deathly pale Sarah.

"If this thing is refined a bit, it could actually be used as fertilizer for the stronghold. After all, toxicity carried to the extreme becomes medicine."

Sarah trembled as she backed away.

She finally understood that the human before her was a creature completely beyond her comprehension.

This was not merely a crushing difference in strength; this was a chasm of realms. He was treating the ultimate biochemical weapon she prided herself on as... a handicraft?

"Flee! This intelligence must be brought back! This human is the bane of all carbon-based life!"

Sarah shrieked, her body violently exploding into countless tiny flying insects that scattered in all directions.

This was the ultimate survival technique of the Zerg—the Ten Thousand Avatars. As long as a single insect escaped, she could be reborn.

"Did I allow you to leave?"

Qin Feng's voice remained flat.

Yet, the space behind him suddenly distorted.

Law ability: Causality Lock.

Finishing move: Golden Canopy (The sublimated version of the fourth-stage sudden enlightenment move).

This time, there was no earth-shattering fist print.

There was only the crisp cry of a bird.

The phantom of a divine bird, condensed from pure golden light, soared into the sky from behind Qin Feng.

The divine bird flapped its wings, shedding tens of thousands of golden feathers.

Every single golden feather accurately tracked a flying insect, no matter what dimension they fled to, no matter how they changed direction.

Pfft pfft pfft pfft pfft!

A sky full of blood blossoms bloomed.

Tens of thousands of avatars were pinned dead in the void at the exact same second.

Before Sarah could even voice her final tragic scream, she was utterly erased from existence on a biological level.

With the fall of the Zerg Chosen, the livestream’s chat fell into a momentary, deathly silence, only to erupt immediately into an unprecedented frenzy.

"Insane... is this the human race? That micro-management—even the Machine race couldn't pull that off, could they?"

"I have a premonition: if he isn't eliminated soon, the Chosen Battlefield will become his personal stage."

"Go fetch a Divine Son of the God race! Only their Sacred Purification can contend with him!"

"This isn't martial arts; this is immortality cultivation! This is a miracle!"

"I am a professor at a medical school... I watched the entire thing on my knees. Qin's 'Qi-thread manipulation' has completely overturned the fundamental theories of surgery."

"So cool! That sense of effortless mastery—it’s truly so reassuring!"

"He’s no butcher; he’s a divine healer!"

At this moment, the system’s reward settlement chime resonated across the entire physical universe.

[Congratulations to the Human Chosen, Qin Feng, for perfectly completing the purification mission.]

[Commencing distribution of planetary fortune feedback:]

Racial Talent Evolution:

[Immunity to All Poisons (Basic)]: All human citizens are now immune to all viruses and bacterial infections below F-rank (including influenza, plague, and basic biochemical toxins).

[Healing Factor Activation]: Wound healing speed increased by 300%; success rate for reattaching severed limbs increased by 50%.

Special Assets:

Human stronghold acquires facility: [Fountain of Life] (capable of producing high-concentration life-restoration potions).

Life Extension:

Average human life expectancy increased by 10 years.

Physical universe, Blue Star.

Miracles unfolded in countless hospitals.

In ICU wards, patients on the brink of death from severe infections saw their vital signs suddenly stabilize.

High fevers broke, abscesses vanished, and breathing became steady.

On the streets, those long plagued by chronic bronchitis and rhinitis suddenly found their breathing clearer than ever before.

"I’ve stopped coughing? Is my asthma gone?"

"My God, the wound on my hand is scabbing over! It was bleeding just a moment ago!"

"Ten more years of life... this is truly salvation for all living beings!"

People rushed into the streets, kneeling toward the image of the man on the screens.

This was no longer mere worship of the strong; it was a devout faith in a "Giver of Life."

Chosen Battlefield.

Qin Feng tossed the [Myriad Poison Bead] into the stronghold’s warehouse and fed the "Saint-rank Zerg Core" left by Sarah to the "Seed of Civilization."

The flame of the Seed shifted from gold to a deeper, more profound violet-gold, and the stronghold’s perimeter expanded by another thousand kilometers.

"Hoo..."

Qin Feng exhaled a long, weary breath.

The continuous high-intensity micro-management, while not enough to exhaust him, had still taken a toll on his spirit.

He sat on the stronghold’s high tower, a cup of steaming tea (a battlefield manifestation) appearing in his hand.

"The Zerg are dealt with."

Qin Feng sipped his tea, his gaze deep. "The Spirit race, the Demon race, the Zerg... these three vanguards have been crippled. Now, it’s time for the true titans."

His Eyes of Return looked toward the distant horizon.

There, several terrifying auras were converging.

The cold, metallic luster of the Machine race, the billowing demonic energy of the Demon race, and even a trace of the hypocritical, sacred golden light of the God race.

"Finally couldn't hold back?"

Qin Feng set down his teacup.

On the system panel, the "All-Race Kill Order" that had been flickering suddenly turned a piercing, blood-red.

[Warning: The first stage of the Chosen Battlefield, the "Newbie Protection Period," has ended.]

[Warning: Large-scale alliance of Chosen detected moving toward S-09 area (Human stronghold).]

[Hostile count: 128.]

[Races included: God, Demon, Machine, Titan, Dragon...]

[War Mission Triggered: Enemies of the World.]

[Mission Objective: Defend the human stronghold for 48 hours against the siege of 128 alien Chosen.]

Looking at a number that would drive any civilization to despair, Qin Feng simply smiled.

His smile was cold, yet tinged with nostalgia.

"One hundred and twenty-eight?"

He stood up slowly, stretching his neck until it cracked with a crisp sound.

"Not enough."

"Not even enough for a warm-up."

He turned to look at the hundred infants sleeping soundly behind him, his expression softening instantly.

"Sleep now."

"By the time you wake, the world will be quiet."

Qin Feng turned his back to the stronghold, facing the approaching coalition of ten thousand races alone.

Just as he had done countless times before.

One man, one city, guarding the light of a thousand homes.