Da Qin: Become stronger and immortal by picking up attributes from the battlefield

After the passage was opened, Zhao Feng himself quietly returned to Xuandu City.

The atmosphere in Xuandu City has changed drastically at this moment.

The 500,000 elite Qin soldiers did not panic in the slightest despite being in a foreign land. They quickly took over the city's defenses, with guards every three steps and sentries every five. Their imposing military formation exuded a fierce aura that even forced the surrounding turbulent air currents back by three points.

The originally undisciplined cultivators of the Human Sect were all shaken when they saw this disciplined and unyielding iron-blooded army.

Zhao Feng found Li Mu, who was handing over defense duties to Xuandu.

"General Lee."

"The general is here!"

Li Mu immediately clasped his hands in a fist salute, stood ramrod straight, and respectfully responded.

Zhao Feng calmly gave the order: "This place is called the Outer Heaven, which is the first line of defense for our Great Qin against other worlds."

"From this day forward, you shall lead the Northern Camp to be stationed here."

"Cooperate with the disciples of the Human Sect to eliminate the invading enemies. If any extraterrestrial demons cross the border, kill them without exception."

Li Mu replied without hesitation, "This subordinate obeys!"

For soldiers, orders are their duty; who the enemy is or where they come from is not important.

The important thing is to kill him outside the territory of Qin.

Zhao Feng then turned to Xuan Du, bowed, and said, "Fellow Daoist, this place is now in your care."

"Rest assured, fellow Daoist." Xuan Du's face was full of gratitude as he smiled and said, "With the help of the Qin warriors, Xuan Du City is as solid as a rock."

He is very clear.

From this moment on, the control of the defense of this outer heaven has quietly shifted from the Human Sect to the Great Qin.

But he had no complaints about it; on the contrary, he was relieved.

Having guarded this place for countless eons, only he himself truly understands the pressure he has endured.

Now, finally someone can share this heavy responsibility.

Having finished explaining the matter, Zhao Feng did not linger any longer.

He stepped into the teleportation array, and with a flash of light, his figure disappeared.

……

The Great Qin, the Heavenly Palace.

Zhao Feng's figure emerged from the void.

Ying Zheng stood in the center of the hall, seemingly having been waiting for some time, and smiled, "Feng'er, has the matter been settled?"

Zhao Feng smiled and replied, "The Northern Camp has been stationed in Tianwaitian, and the defenses are secure."

Ying Zheng nodded, stood with his hands behind his back, and looked towards the direction of the Southern Continent outside the palace: "Now that the five-person group of the westward journey has gathered, the primordial calamity has reached its peak."

"Countless demons and cultivators in the Southern Continent are involved, and the Buddhist sect and the Heavenly Court are also preoccupied with their own affairs. This is the perfect opportunity for our Great Qin to devour the world."

"Now, the eight major camps of our Great Qin are taking this opportunity to steadily expand westward."

Zhao Feng understood his father's methods.

With his father in charge of the internal strife in the Primordial World, he no longer needs to worry about it too much.

immediately.

Zhao Feng immediately said, "Father, I have gained some insights from my trip to the Outer Heavens. I need to go into seclusion for a while in order to achieve a breakthrough."

"Go ahead." Ying Zheng turned around and smiled, "With me in charge of Qin, you can focus on your breakthrough."

Zhao Feng said no more, bowed to Ying Zheng, and then stepped out, returning to his palace.

Deep within the palace, in a secret chamber.

Zhao Feng sat cross-legged.

Although his journey to the Outer Heavens went without any major setbacks, the appearance of this other world still put him under unprecedented pressure.

He must take that final step as soon as possible and attain the Primordial Dao.

Only those who possess strength comparable to sages can truly have the right to play a move in this game of chess, with the entire primordial world as the chessboard.

Meanwhile, the twelve-winged angel avatar possessed by Zhao Feng's divine sense had already passed through the golden passage opened by the Chaos Bell and stepped into another completely different world.

……

The world of gods.

Heavenly Kingdom.

As soon as he stepped in, Zhao Feng sensed a world rule completely different from that of the primordial world.

There was no spiritual energy in the air; instead, there was a pure, sacred energy filled with light and order.

He called it "divine power".

The entire space seemed to be an ocean of light.

Magnificent hymns echoed in my ears, and countless winged angels moved through the sea of ​​light, praying, each radiating a powerful aura.

Zhao Feng's divine sense, which was infinitely close to that of a Primordial Golden Immortal, instantly spread out, silently analyzing the laws and power composition of this world.

Just then, a grand voice rang out: "Uriel, you've returned."

Following the sound.

Ahead, tens of thousands of angels surrounded a figure as it slowly flew towards them.

The leading angel had a handsome face and a majestic expression. He had sixteen enormous wings of light spread out behind him and held a giant sword burning with golden flames.

His strength had reached the level of a Quasi-Saint in the Primordial Era.

This was Michael, one of the seven archangels of the Heavenly Kingdom, who was in charge of war. He looked at the safely returned 'Uriel' and asked, "How is the situation in that dark, sinful land?"

Just as Zhao Feng was about to use Uriel's memories to fabricate a story, another voice came, "The Father God has summoned you."

Zhao Feng looked over.

Then another sixteen-winged archangel flew over.

Its aura was exactly the same as Michael's.

It was the Archangel Gabriel!

Although both angels were incredibly powerful, they couldn't see through Zhao Feng's disguise.

Led by the two archangels, Zhao Feng, in the form of Uriel, flew through countless holy temples toward the most central palace of the divine kingdom.

The Temple of Light.

This palace is made entirely of the purest luminous crystals, and it is magnificent beyond compare.

The massive pillars soar into the sky, and the dome is painted with countless strokes depicting the creation of the world by Jehovah.

Here.

It is the dwelling place of Jehovah, the God of Light, and the core of faith for countless believers throughout the entire Heavenly Kingdom and even the world of gods.

The moment Zhao Feng stepped into the divine palace with the two archangels, an immense and overwhelming pressure came towards him.

At the far end of the hall, on the supreme throne, sat a figure.

He wore a simple white robe, his face blurred, as if shrouded in an eternal mist.

But behind him, the twenty-four enormous wings of light that slowly flapped revealed his supreme status and power.

saint!

Moreover, they are saints from another world, completely different from the primordial saints, and entirely constructed from faith and divine power.

God of Light, Jehovah.

“My devout child, Uriel,” Jehovah’s voice rang out, calm, gentle, holy, and majestic: “Welcome back to you.” “Praise be to you, my great Father God.”

Zhao Feng perfectly played the role of Uriel, kneeling on one knee and performing a standard audience ceremony. Every movement and every glance was exactly as he remembered.

Michael and Gabriel stand on either side of the throne, their expressions solemn, as Jehovah’s most faithful protectors.

Jehovah’s gaze fell on Zhao Feng.

That gaze seemed to pierce through time and space, seeing through to the very essence of things.

however.

Zhao Feng's soul had long been in harmony with the human way and the heavenly destiny, and he also had the Chaos Bell, a supreme treasure, to suppress his destiny and isolate him from all detection.

Jehovah’s gaze swept across the area, but he found nothing unusual.

“Child, lift your head.” Jehovah’s voice rang out again, gazing upon Zhao Feng, the angel incarnation: “Tell me, what do you see on the other side of that crack, in that world shrouded in darkness?”

Zhao Feng was prepared. He slowly raised his head, his face revealing a look of fear and lingering dread. Then, he organized his thoughts and said, "Great Father God, that...that was an incredibly terrifying world."

"The darkness there is not pure evil, but a kind of... a power system called 'Tao' that is opposed to light."

That world is called the Primordial Era.

"I only got close, and I sensed thousands upon thousands of powerful auras, no weaker than those of Lord Michael and Lord Gabriel."

Upon hearing this, Michael and Gabriel, standing on either side of the throne, both looked utterly astonished.

Thousands or tens of thousands of beings at their level?
how can that be!

Jehovah remained calm, simply asking, "Where is their god?"

Zhao Feng took a deep breath and said with a look of horror, "Father God, in that world, my divine sense only swept through it briefly, yet I sensed no fewer than twenty supreme beings whose auras were as vast and majestic as yours!"

boom!
The angels present were astonished.

Twenty!
An existence on par with the Father God?

how can that be!

The Father is the only true God who created the world, the source of light, and the supreme being.

How is it possible that there are so many equally powerful individuals in another world?
"Not only that," Zhao Feng continued, adding fuel to the fire and trying to mislead, "those twenty-odd supreme beings seem to belong to different camps, which they call 'Taoist lineages' or 'sects'."

In his words, Hongjun, the Three Pure Ones, Jieyin, Zhunti, Nuwa, and others became otherworldly gods who each ruled over a pantheon and had countless powerful subordinates.

He depicted the entire primordial world as a terrifying world filled with gods, endless wars, chaos, and power.

"When I returned, I saw the two great pantheons, 'Buddhism' and 'Demons,' engaged in a massive divine war that affected the entire world, with countless lower and middle-level gods falling!"

Under the throne of God.
Michael and Gabriel were utterly horrified, completely stunned by the terrifying world Zhao Feng had described.

How could one world possibly contain so many supreme gods at the same time?
This completely contradicts their understanding of divine power and faith.

Just as all the angels were terrified by Zhao Feng, Jehovah, who was shrouded in light and mist on his throne, suddenly focused his gaze.

An indescribable and irresistible power descended from the throne in an instant.

Zhao Feng, who was kneeling on one knee, felt the space around him freeze instantly, as if he were being suppressed by billions of divine mountains, and even moving a finger became a luxury.

This power far surpasses that of a quasi-saint; it is the true might of a saint.

The change came too quickly and too suddenly.

Michael and Gabriel didn't even realize what was happening.

"The thread of faith that binds you has been severed." Jehovah's voice remained calm: "Tell me, who are you?"

Upon hearing Jehovah's words, Zhao Feng felt no lingering hope.

He knew that he had ultimately underestimated this saint from another world.

Below the saints are all ants.

Even saints from other worlds are the same!
Those who can rule a world and achieve the highest godhood are not people who can be fooled with a few words.

The so-called thread of faith is probably the foundation of his control over the angels under his command.

With his own divine sense taking over, Uriel's original consciousness had long since dissipated, and the thread naturally broke.

“Great Father God, what are you saying? Your child does not understand.”

Zhao Feng did not give up, but remained bewildered, pretending to be stupid, just in case Jehovah was only deceiving him.
however.

Jehovah seems to have lost patience.

Without further ado, the power binding Zhao Feng tightened abruptly: "Since you won't speak, then this god will come and see for himself."

A divine sense, completely different from the Primordial Soul Searching Technique, yet equally domineering, probed towards Zhao Feng's brow.

See this.

Zhao Feng had no more illusions and chose to self-destruct without hesitation: "Explode!"

next moment.

This twelve-winged angel body, possessing the strength of the early stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal, along with the terrifying divine thought within it that was infinitely close to that of the Primordial Great Luo Golden Immortal, exploded with a bang!

Boom! ! !
A destructive force exploded instantly within the solemn and sacred Palace of Light!

This was not a simple explosion of divine power, but rather the self-destruction of a wisp of divine thought mixed with Zhao Feng's understanding of the Great Dao.

The violent power transformed into a black storm of destruction, threatening to engulf the divine palace and even a small part of the heavenly kingdom.

"presumptuous!"

Michael and Gabriel were both shocked and enraged. They attacked simultaneously, flapping their sixteen wings and using their quasi-saint-level divine power to create a wall of light in an attempt to block the attack.

But their power seemed insignificant in the face of that destructive storm.

Letting them cause destruction is easy, but stopping Zhao Feng's self-destruction and protecting the Divine Palace is far too difficult.

That's when.

Jehovah, who sits on the throne of God, finally moved.

He simply raised his hand and gently clenched it against the black storm that was capable of destroying everything.

In an instant.

Time seems to stand still.

Space froze.

That violent, destructive power, powerful enough to make even a quasi-saint turn pale, was actually squeezed together by that seemingly ordinary hand, compressed into a pitch-black dot, and ultimately completely annihilated.

The whole process was described in a very understated manner.

It was as if a speck of dust had been brushed away.

Within the shrine, all was calm again, with only the void left behind by the self-destruction of the angelic avatar serving as proof of what had just happened.

Michael and Gabriel stared at the void with lingering fear, their faces filled with lingering dread and self-reproach.

Gabriel and Michael immediately bowed and begged for forgiveness, "Father God, it is our dereliction of duty that allowed heretics to infiltrate us!"

Jehovah slowly rose from his throne, looked down, and said calmly, "That world is indeed extraordinary. But what this imposter says is an exaggeration, intended to confuse my mind. It is clear that the world's foundation is far inferior to mine."

“But…” He paused, his gaze seemingly piercing through endless time and space as he looked at the world rift that was still slowly healing, “The world barrier is not yet fully open, and the divine army cannot descend yet.”

"Proclaim my divine decree."

"From this day forward, guard the rift passages and send messengers to spread the glory of our Lord to that dark world."

"Waiting for the day when the barriers are completely breached."

"At that time, I will personally lead the army of the divine kingdom and spread light across that sinful land."

...(End of chapter)