Chapter 413: Frostmourne, Most Holy Sage and Teacher

Chapter 413: Frostmourne, The Supreme Sage

The second layer of the God-Chosen battlefield: the Spirit Realm.

Passing through the ashen gate of light, Qin Feng stepped into a world of deathly silence.

There was no sun here, only a pale, shattered moon hanging in a leaden sky.

The earth was paved with countless grey bone ashes, crunching with a teeth-gritting sound underfoot. The air was thick not with rot, but with a frigid chill that could freeze the soul.

"Is this the periphery of the God-Fall Land?"

The God-Slaying Spear in Qin Feng’s hand trembled slightly; the dark red blood grooves along its length seemed to pulse with excitement at the environment.

"So much resentment. It seems those who died here were far from willing to let go."

Ten kilometers ahead stood a grey wall, ten thousand fathoms high.

It was not made of stone, nor of iron.

It was the Wall of Sighs.

A barrier woven from billions of twisted faces and tormented souls.

They struggled and writhed within the structure, emitting silent screams. Every face represented a life extinguished during the War of the Gods.

As Qin Feng approached, a massive psychic shockwave crashed into him like a tsunami.

Countless shrill voices burrowed into his mind:

"Why... why wasn't it the gods who died..."

"So cold... give me your warm blood..."

"Stay... become a part of us..."

For an ordinary God-Chosen, even a Saint-level powerhouse, such psychic pollution would likely shatter their Dao heart in an instant, turning them into just another face upon the wall.

In the livestream, the human audience felt dizzy and nauseated even through their screens, some even retching.

"Heh, the Wall of Sighs is the Lich King's masterpiece. It is not merely a physical barrier, but a psychic black hole. While this human’s body is invincible, his soul..."

"Look! He’s stopped! Has he been ensnared by the vengeful spirits?"

"Inevitably. The human soul is the most fragile; without faith or divinity, it is but raw meat tossed into a pack of starving wolves."

Yet, Qin Feng had indeed stopped.

He stood beneath the wall, looking up at the twisted faces.

There was no fear in his eyes, only a trace of... pity?

"Too noisy."

Qin Feng spoke softly.

Suddenly, a golden light ignited from between his brows.

It was the "Radiance of the Teacher" he had cultivated over ten thousand years of preaching at the Terra Council, the manifestation of his perfected spirit.

"Be still."

A single word, resonant as a temple bell.

The golden light radiated from Qin Feng, instantly washing over the entire Wall of Sighs.

Those faces, previously hideous and screaming, fell eerily silent the moment they touched the light. The malice in their expressions dissipated, replaced by a vacant sense of release.

"Dust to dust, earth to earth."

Qin Feng struck the ground with his spear.

"Since you are dead, stop making a spectacle of yourselves."

Crack—Boom!

Before the horrified gaze of the myriad races, the Wall of Sighs, which had stood for epochs, split open with a massive fissure down its center.

Countless souls dissolved into specks of fluorescent light.

This was no trial; this was a funeral rite.

"He... he cursed the Wall of Sighs until it broke?"

"Not a curse, but the manifestation of his will! His mastery of soul laws has suppressed the resentment here!"

As the wall crumbled, the scene behind it was revealed.

A throne piled high with bones hovered in mid-air.

Seated upon it was a terrifying entity clad in ice armor, wielding a runic magic sword.

The Lich King, Arthas (Demigod Projection).

The Lich King slowly opened his eyes, where icy blue soul-fire burned.

He rose, pointing his magic sword, Frostmourne, at Qin Feng.

In an instant, the temperature for a thousand miles plummeted to absolute zero. The spiritual energy in the air froze into ice crystals, falling like snow.

"Mortal..."

The Lich King’s voice echoed as if from the depths of the netherworld.

"You dare disturb the peace of the dead."

"Kneel. Offer your soul, and I shall grant you eternal servitude."

As he spoke, the ground began to tremble.

Countless skeletal hands burst from the soil.

In the blink of an eye, an undead legion of over a million surrounded Qin Feng. Among them were not just skeletal soldiers, but bone dragons, death knights, and even several liches radiating Saint-level auras.

This was the Scourge.

One man, an entire nation.

Qin Feng stood in the center of the million-strong army, his red cloak snapping in the freezing wind.

He glanced at the dense mass of undead, finally fixing his gaze upon the Lich King.

"A demigod projection?"

Qin Feng shook his head, his tone heavy with disappointment.

"All form, no spirit. At best, a high-level puppet program."

"Arthas... if your true self were here, you might have lasted three strikes. But now..."

Qin Feng held his spear in one hand, the tip slanted toward the ground.

"You are too weak."

"Arrogant!"

The Lich King roared in fury. As a demigod projection, he possessed an independent, prideful will.

"Scourge! Devour him!"

Roar—!!!

A million undead let out a heaven-shaking howl, surging toward Qin Feng like a tide of black ink. Bone dragons unleashed frost breath, and death knights charged forward.

In the livestream, everyone’s heart leaped into their throat.

This was a million-strong legion charge! And on the undead’s home turf of the Spirit Realm, no less!

Qin Feng moved.

He did not resort to wide-area energy bombardment.

He simply took a single step forward.

Asura Purgatory.

Boom!!!

A tangible, blood-red aura of malice erupted from Qin Feng as the epicenter.

It was not energy; it was pure, distilled slaughter.

It was the "God-Slaying Domain" condensed from Qin Feng’s massacre of billions across the myriad-race battlefields.

The hundred thousand skeleton soldiers at the vanguard were reduced to bone dust the instant they touched this malice, leaving not even a scrap behind.

The bone dragons diving from above saw their soul-fires flicker violently; they let out whimpers of terror in mid-air, forcing themselves to a halt, not daring to come within a hundred meters of Qin Feng.

The undead were supposed to be incapable of fear.

But Qin Feng’s malice was more terrifying than death itself.

"Begone."

Qin Feng spoke softly.

The malice transformed into a gale, carving a path straight through the million-strong legion toward the throne.

The undead on either side trembled and knelt, as if welcoming their true sovereign.

Qin Feng trod over the bone dust, walking step by step toward the Lich King.

"Your underlings don't seem very obedient."

Qin Feng looked up, his eyes cold and sharp.

"Now, it is your turn."

The soul-fire in the Lich King’s eyes pulsed violently.

He felt a threat. An absolute, existential threat.

"Good... very good!"

"You are worthy of making me draw my blade!"

The Lich King leaped from his throne, his Frostmourne erupting with a blinding blue light.

"Divine Skill: Soul Freeze!"

This strike did not target the flesh; it severed causality and the soul itself.

Where the blade light passed, time seemed to freeze. A black fissure appeared in space—a scar where even the laws of reality had been shattered.

Facing this strike involving "demigod laws,"

Qin Feng did not dodge.

He slowly raised his God-Slaying Spear.

The movement was not fast, yet it possessed a natural, seamless rhythm.

"Playing with souls?"

A mocking curve touched Qin Feng’s lips.

"Let me show you what true... soul annihilation looks like."

Spear Art: Return to Void.

There was no earth-shattering explosion.

Only a single point of red light.

A faint, yet incredibly condensed point of crimson light bloomed at the tip of the God-Slaying Spear.

It ignored the freezing cold, ignored the frozen space-time, and ignored the Lich King’s seemingly indestructible demigod armor.

Ding.

Spear tip and blade tip collided in mid-air.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

Then.

Crack.

A crisp sound echoed throughout the entire Spirit Realm.

The legendary demonic blade, Frostmourne, began to shatter inch by inch from the tip.

The red light, its momentum unchecked, followed the broken blade and pierced directly into the Lich King’s brow.

"No... this is impossible..."

The Lich King’s movements froze.

He stared in disbelief at the tiny human before him.

"What... is this power..."

"This is not psionic energy... this is... primordial..."

Qin Feng retracted his spear and turned away.

"For the dead, knowing too much is no benefit."

Bang!

The Lich King’s ten-meter-tall demigod body, the moment Qin Feng turned, burst like a punctured balloon.

There was no flesh or blood, only a sky full of dissipating, pure soul energy.

The floating bone throne collapsed along with him.

The million-strong undead legion let out one final wail as their master fell, then dissolved into ash.

One spear strike.

Slaying a demigod projection.

Ending the undead scourge.

[System Announcement (Global):]

[Shocking! Human Chosen One Qin Feng has successfully slain the regional boss: Lich King (Demigod Projection).]

[Time taken: 3 minutes and 45 seconds.]

[Casualties: 0.]

[Evaluation: EX-Rank (God-Slayer Prototype).]

The Myriad Races channel fell into a deathly silence.

This time, even the voices of mockery and skepticism had vanished.

There remained only a profound sense of despair.

A demigod... even if it were but a projection, it was an entity that touched the divine realm.

How could it fail to withstand even a single strike from this human?

The God-child of the Protoss watched the screen, the wine glass in his hand crushed into dust.

"We must re-evaluate the threat level of the human race... This Qin Feng can no longer be defined by the standards of a Venerable."

Qin Feng stood amidst the ruins, beckoning with one hand.

Where the Lich King had shattered, a polyhedral crystal radiating a cold, icy-blue glow drifted slowly downward.

[Faint Divinity Fragment (Death/Frost)].

"Though it contains many impurities, it barely qualifies as a rarity."

Qin Feng tucked it away, not rushing to use it. Keeping this for the stronghold’s "Civilization Spark" to consume would be far more effective than refining it himself, as it would grant the entire human race resistance against the laws of death.

Beyond the divinity fragment, vast amounts of soul essence floated in the air.

It was the legacy left behind after the million-strong undead legion dissipated.

"Inhale."

Qin Feng opened his mouth and drew a breath.

The soul essence filling the sky surged into his body like a great whale drinking the sea.

Yet, he did not convert it into his own cultivation; instead, through the rules of the God-Chosen Battlefield, he transformed it into pure "National Destiny nourishment."

[Task completed.]

[Rewards obtained:]

Core Item: [Divinity Fragment (Faint)].

Special Blueprint: [Hall of Valor] (Can resurrect fallen heroes and transform them into Heroic Spirits).

National Destiny Feedback (Core Reward):

[Soul Bastion]: The soul strength of all humans increases by 50%. Immunity to all mental control, fear, and charm effects below B-Rank.

[Psychic Perception]: The intuition of all humans is significantly enhanced. 10% of the population will awaken the "Spirit Sight" or "Mental Interference" talent.

[Will of Steel]: When facing desperate situations, the willpower check for all humans is forced +20, with a high probability of triggering a "Limit Break" state.

Qin Feng looked at these rewards, a hint of gratification flashing in his eyes.

"Soul Bastion... excellent. With this, when facing those Protoss who love to toy with faith, humanity will no longer be lambs waiting for the slaughter."

As the golden pillar of light soared into the sky once more, the human race in the reality universe welcomed a metamorphosis of the "soul."

This was a silent evolution.

Unlike the strengthening of the flesh or the explosion of technology, the enhancement of the soul manifested in those most subtle, most desperate moments.

Deep in the Mariana Trench, the submersible "Explorer."

The red alarm light flashed frantically.

"Oxygen leak... power system paralyzed... depth 10,900 meters."

Zhao Min huddled in the icy cockpit, surrounded by absolute darkness and a terrifying water pressure capable of crushing a tank.

In such a deep-sea claustrophobic environment, the human mind usually collapses within ten minutes, producing hallucinations before succumbing to self-destruction.

"Am I going to die..."

Zhao Min’s teeth chattered, the immense fear like an invisible hand gripping her throat. In the darkness, it felt as if countless monster tentacles were slapping against the glass.

Just as her mind was on the verge of snapping.

[Soul Bastion] took effect.

[Will of Steel] activated.

Suddenly.

The fear vanished.

Zhao Min’s gaze shifted from vacant to clear, even sharp.

She felt a warm power surging from the depths of her soul, dispelling all hallucinations and cold.

"What is there to fear?"

She calmly spoke to herself, her voice terrifyingly steady.

"As long as I haven't stopped breathing, there is a chance."

She groped in the darkness, and with the super-intuition brought by [Psychic Perception], she precisely located a loose cable in the backup circuit.

Click.

Connection made.

The backup power started, and the searchlight flickered to life.

The light pierced the darkness of the deep sea.

Zhao Min looked at the strange fish swimming past the window, a smile curling at the corners of her mouth.

"Want to eat me? Try your next life."

Qingshan Psychiatric Hospital, Intensive Care Ward.

In A-Dai’s world, there were always countless voices arguing. Some told him to kill, others told him to jump. He curled into a corner, clutching his head and screaming.

"Get away! All of you, get away!"

The doctors shook their heads, preparing to inject a sedative.

Just as the needle was about to pierce his skin.

Golden light particles fell upon A-Dai.

Those noisy, chaotic, and evil voices suddenly went quiet.

A-Dai froze.

He slowly raised his head, the madness in his eyes receding like a tide, replaced by a clarity as pure as an infant's.

His soul strength had increased by 50%, enough to suppress those pathological brainwave disorders.

Not only that.

He looked at the doctor in front of him and suddenly said: "Dr. Li, the pocket watch in your pocket has stopped."

Dr. Li was stunned; he took it out and saw that it had indeed stopped.

"How did you know?"

A-Dai pointed at the empty air: "I heard it... the sorrow of gears grinding to a halt."

This was the nascent form of [Spirit Sight] and [Communion with All Things].

The man who was once a madman had now become a genius capable of listening to the voices of all creation.

A-Dai stood up and smoothed out his hospital gown.

"I want to be discharged. I want to go write poetry."

The Federal Supreme Court, the scene of the trial of the century.

In the defendant's dock, the second-generation heir of a conglomerate, guilty of monstrous crimes, was weeping bitterly, recounting with tears how he had been coerced.

His acting was so exquisite that even the jury was moved.

Only Judge Chen frowned. He felt something was wrong, but he could find no evidence.

Just then.

The feedback from the nation's destiny arrived.

Judge Chen felt a warmth between his brows.

He looked at the weeping defendant once more.

The world had changed.

He did not see tears, but a mass of black, foul-smelling mist shrouding the defendant.

Every time the defendant told a lie, the black mist churned, taking on a mocking shape.

And deep within the defendant's eyes, Judge Chen saw absolute indifference and triumph.

"Is this... Spirit Sight?"

Judge Chen understood. He could see the color of the soul directly.

Before the soul, lies had nowhere to hide.

"Order."

Judge Chen struck his gavel.

His voice was not loud, but it carried a pressure that struck directly at the soul (bolstered by the Soul Barrier).

"Defendant, there is no remorse in your tears, only calculation."

"Your defense is rejected. Based on logical fallacies, this court sentences you..."

In that moment, justice was no longer delayed, nor could it be blinded.

...

The transformation of the human race was comprehensive.

Bodies like dragons, wisdom like demons, and now, souls as firm as rock.

A prototype of the perfect combat race was slowly being born under the influence of the God-Chosen Battlefield.

God-Chosen Battlefield, deep within the Spirit Realm.

After Qin Feng finished processing the Lich King's loot, he did not return the way he came.

He looked at the spot where the throne had once stood; a spiral staircase leading downward into deeper darkness had appeared.

"A demigod is merely a gatekeeper."

"The thing beneath this is what’s truly interesting."

The system prompt chimed right on cue.

[Ding.]

[The "Wall of Sighs" has been detected as shattered.]

[Hidden area unlocked: Corridor of Silence.]

[Chain puzzle quest triggered: The Lost Truth.]

[Quest Description: Before the War of Gods, this was the library where the gods stored "Forbidden Knowledge." After the gods fell, the library sank into the abyss of the Spirit Realm. Only by passing the test of "Truth and Lies" can one enter the core area.]

[Quest Objective: Find and retrieve an ancient tome titled "The Original Sin."]

[Hint: Violence is prohibited here. There is only the game of rules and logic.]

[Time Limit: 12 hours.]

[Hostile Faction: Arcane Phantoms (skilled in rule-based killing, immune to physical/energy attacks).]

"Violence prohibited? A library?"

Qin Feng put away his God-Slaying Spear, his killing intent instantly receding, and that refined, easygoing demeanor returned.

He adjusted his collar, looking like a scholar off to an appointment.

"Perfect."

"All this fighting gets tedious after a while."

"Since this is a place for reasoning..."

Qin Feng stepped into the gloomy spiral staircase, a confident smile curling at the corners of his mouth.

"When it comes to reasoning, I am the 'Most Holy Mentor' who lectured on the Dao at the Terra Council for ten thousand years."

As Qin Feng's figure vanished into the darkness, the style of the live broadcast shifted abruptly.