High Martial Arts: Liver Becomes the Master of the Universe

Chapter 393 The Four Evil Gods Make Their Move, and the Illusory Dream of Millions of Years Vanishes in an Instant!
A new era has begun, ushered in by a venerable figure named "Qin Feng".

However, at this very moment, the background color of the “Primordial Land,” which had become empty and pure white due to the absorption of the “Primordial Secret Technique,” ​​began to undergo a strange change.

A faint hint of dark red, like dried blood, seeped out from the pure white.

From the depths of the space came a faint, chilling laugh and whispers.

The air was filled with a cloyingly sweet, nauseating fragrance that was a mixture of pleasure and pain.

On the pure white floor, patches of dark green moss, symbolizing decay and despair, began to emerge, constantly appearing and disappearing.

"Then...what is that?!"

Among the prodigies of the Divine Path, the Void Walker Youye, most sensitive to auras, was the first to let out a terrified scream. His body trembled uncontrollably, as if he had seen some kind of nemesis originating from the depths of his bloodline, a natural enemy more terrifying than death.

For the first time, the archangel Augustus's perpetually icy face revealed an expression of extreme solemnity. His eighteen pairs of wings of light suddenly unfurled, forming a shield of holy light that protected everyone. However, the shield of light emitted a hissing, corrosive sound the moment it came into contact with the strange auras.

“It is ‘them’…” Augustus’s voice was hoarse and filled with dread, “It is chaos…it is the gaze of the abyss!”

Caesar's face turned deathly pale instantly. He had faced Khorne's illusions in the Arena of Evil Gods and remembered that aura vividly. But the scene before him was a billion times more terrifying than what he had encountered before!
That was not some evil god's illusion.

Instead, four completely different, yet equally filthy, equally terrifying, and equally above the ordinary laws of the universe, supreme malice descended simultaneously!
The battle cry of blood and slaughter—from Khorne.

Whispers of change and intrigue—from Tzeentch.

The whispers of extremes and indulgence—from Slaanesh.

A love born of decay and despair—from [Nurgle].

At this moment, the four supreme rulers of the dark side of the universe and the four evil gods of chaos seemed to have reached some kind of tacit understanding. Their gazes, which transcended time and space, pierced through the barriers of the endless sea and the laws of the seventy-two divine gates, focusing with unparalleled precision on the newly ascended Venerable Qin Feng, whose life form was at its most "fresh," most "delicious," and most easily "molded."

“It’s over…” Gu Man, this descendant of the Titans, had also lost all will to fight, his voice filled with despair. “Any living being, at the moment of ascending to the Venerable level, is challenging the order of the universe, and is most likely to attract the attention of Chaos. But… but at the same time, it attracts the corruption of four evil gods… Such a thing has never been recorded in the ancient history of the universe!”

“Because he is too ‘perfect’.” Augustus stared intently at Qin Feng, his eyes filled with complex emotions. “His ‘ultimate’ path is the most top-tier ‘material’ for the four evil gods. His decisive killing makes him the warrior Khorne most admires; his thirst for power and the unknown makes him the perfect pawn for Tzeentch; his pursuit of ultimate perfection is the kind of believer Slaanesh craves most; and his holy path, which encompasses everything and even includes ‘the end’ in its cycle, is the most ideal ‘nourishment’ for Nurgle’s decaying garden…”

"Historically, any newly ascended Venerable who has been corrupted by Chaos will become one of the most terrifying generals in the forces of Chaos. And he... if he falls... it will be a catastrophe for the entire cosmic order."

All eyes were on Qin Feng.

They saw that in Qin Feng's eyes, which had just transformed into "nothingness," four completely different, twisted, and insane scenes began to be reflected.

His body was entangled by four chaotic auras of different colors, as if it were about to be torn into four pieces.

To all the onlookers, the outcome was already predetermined.

No one can withstand the erosion of the wills of four chaotic evil gods at the moment of advancement.

Absolutely not.

This newly born legend is about to fall into the deepest darkness at its most glorious moment.

Chaos is about to welcome its most powerful champion in history.

Qin Feng's consciousness was instantly pulled into a blood-red world.

Here, there is no sky, no earth.

There was only one throne, composed of endless, mountain-like skulls, towering into the clouds. Seated upon the throne was a terrifying being whose form could not be described in words, a being composed of pure rage and murderous intent.

[Terrorism].

"warrior!"

A tremendous sound, like the simultaneous outbreak of billions of wars, resounded in Qin Feng's soul.

"Your hands are stained with the blood of saints! Your spear has drunk the soul of the divine child! Your path is a glorious path paved with corpses! I have seen all of this, and... I am very satisfied!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Feng found himself in a vast, boundless battlefield.

Beneath his feet lay a land flowing with blood and lava. Around him stretched an endless, ferocious army of demons wielding all manner of weapons. And opposite him stood all the enemies he had ever slain!
Thousand-Handed Dharma Image, Shadowless Saint Lord, Fiery Prison Saint Lord, Heavenly Ruler, Glazed Saintess, Emperor Shitian...

Each of them was resurrected in their prime, their eyes burning with endless hatred for Qin Feng.

"Come, warrior!" Khorne's voice was full of temptation. "This is the eternal battlefield prepared for you! Here are the most powerful enemies and the most exhilarating battles! You no longer need to fight for survival, no longer need to fight for resources! You only need to follow your instincts—kill! Kill! Kill!"

"Offer their heads to me! Let their blood stain this land! I will grant you boundless power, making you the strongest champion under my command, and wherever you go, a sea of ​​blood will follow!"

This was the most direct temptation to Qin Feng's fighting instincts.

It distorts the act of "stopping war with killing" into a desire for "killing for the sake of killing".

Qin Feng gripped the spear tightly in his hand.

Looking at those familiar, hate-filled faces before him, his blood instinctively began to boil.

A pure, primal fighting desire rose from the depths of his soul.

He fought his way out.

He brandished his spear, unleashing the full power of a Venerable.

The divine judgment of Indra was shattered by his single shot.

The paradox of the laws of the Celestial Ruler automatically fails in the face of his domain.

He was like a tiger among sheep, repeatedly slaying and tearing apart these "enemies" made of illusion.

Blood splattered, and a head rolled off.

With each enemy he killed, he could feel a pure, violent power surging into his body from this world, making him even stronger.

This feeling is intoxicating.

He has been killing for a thousand years.

He has been killing for ten thousand years.

He has been killing for a million years.

He forgot about time, forgot who he was, and only remembered his fighting instinct.

His eyes turned bloodshot, and his body was covered with armor formed from congealed blood.

He was almost completely corrupted, becoming one of the demon gods under Khorne who only knew how to kill.

However, in the nine million nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand years of the illusion.

When he once again pierced the heart of the phantom of Indra with a spear, looking at the face with which he had fought for three days and three nights, a moment of clarity suddenly flashed through his mind.

"Why... did you have to kill me?"

This question, like the morning bell and evening drum, resonated deep within his soul.

Khorne's voice rang out once more: "For power! For glory! For the killing itself!"

"Do not."

Qin Feng's bloodshot eyes slowly regained a sliver of clarity.

"I kill in order to survive."

"I kill to protect what I cherish."

"I kill in order to reach a higher peak and see a wider view."

“My killings have a ‘purpose’.”

"But your killing only involves the 'process'."

“My path is ‘limit’. Slaughter is just one of the means for me to reach the limit, not my whole path.”

boom!
The moment he uttered those words, the entire blood-red world trembled violently.

Those endless enemies, that towering skull throne, all began to shatter like a mirage before his clear will.

"Foolish!" Khorne roared in fury, "You have rejected supreme power!"

"What I refuse to do is become a slave to power."

Qin Feng's sweeping shot was not aimed at the enemy, but at the "rules" of this world.

He tore a huge gash in the blood-red sky.

He took a step forward, leaving this eternal battlefield.

The first illusion is broken.

Having broken free from the blood-soaked world of carnage, Qin Feng's consciousness did not return to reality, but instead plunged into another, even more bizarre and unfathomable space.

This is a world made up of an ever-changing, crystal-like labyrinth.

Each wall reflects a different "future".

In some futures, he becomes the ruler of the universe, and all races submit to him.

In some futures, he transcends the universe and roams the endless sea of ​​chaos.

In some futures, he finds a way to resurrect his deceased loved ones and enjoys the happiness of family life.

In some futures, he encountered even more powerful enemies, and his blood was spilled across the starry sky.

……

A billion possibilities, a billion destinies, were all before him, within his grasp.

"The wise man."

A whisper, seemingly composed of countless overlapping voices, filled with change and intrigue, rang in his ears.

【奸奇】

“Your approach to ‘limits’ is interesting. But it is ultimately just a ‘line’. I, on the other hand, can show you the entire ‘plane’.”

“Look at these futures. Each one is more glorious, more… interesting than the path you are on now.”

Why do you cling to a fixed path? Change is the eternal truth of the universe. Abandon your narrow 'limits' and embrace me. I will grant you the wisdom to see through all destinies, and I will make you a 'weaver of fate' who manipulates countless possibilities.

“You crave power? I can give you a shortcut to becoming a ‘Transcendent’.”

"You crave knowledge? This labyrinth itself is a collection of the ultimate mysteries of the universe."

"You yearn...to change the past?"

Tzeentch's whispers were filled with deadly allure.

It didn't force Qin Feng to do anything; it simply presented him with countless "better options."

This is a direct test of Qin Feng's "Daoist heart".

Qin Feng did indeed stop.

He looked at one of the crystal walls and saw himself and his long-deceased father living a peaceful and happy life on a quiet planet.

At that moment, his Dao heart was shaken for the first time in ten thousand years.

He was engrossed in the labyrinth.

He deduced every possible future and analyzed every possibility.

His wisdom, guided by Tzeentch, was growing at an unprecedented rate. He seemed to see how every gear in the universe turned and meshed.

One million years.

Two million years.

Three million years.

He was almost lost in this endless range of possibilities, forgetting his original "Tao".

However, another million years passed in the illusion.

When he had finished considering the last "possibility," he slowly closed his eyes.

"A beautiful painting."

he said softly.

Tzeentch whispered with a hint of smugness: "So, what's your choice?"

"My choice is to paint my own picture by hand."

Qin Feng suddenly opened his eyes, and the chaotic light in them dispelled all his confusion.

"All the futures you present, no matter how glorious, have one thing in common."

"That is, they were all given by 'you'."

"It's a pre-arranged 'script'."

"My path is 'limits.' It is to break all the established rules and create all the impossible. I may fail, I may fall, but that path must be walked out by myself, step by step."

"A predetermined fate, no matter how perfect, is a prison to me."

"I refuse to be a pawn on your chessboard."

boom!
His will, like a sharp sword severing fate, fiercely struck the core of this labyrinth.

The countless crystal walls reflecting the future shattered with a deafening crash.

Those countless possibilities transformed into a shower of light that vanished without a trace.

"What a pity... such an interesting soul..."

Tzeentch's sigh, filled with regret, echoed in the shattered space.

Qin Feng snorted coldly and stepped out from the ruins of this world of fate.

The second illusion is broken.

Having just escaped the labyrinth of fate, an extreme sense of "pleasure" and "satisfaction" that made his soul tremble completely overwhelmed Qin Feng's consciousness.

He found himself seated upon a white jade throne whose magnificence and grandeur defied description.

Beneath the throne are countless believers who worship him from the bottom of their hearts. Among them are his former enemies, the survivors he saved, gods, demons, and all living beings in the universe.

They chanted his name and praised his "ultimate sacred path".

He could sense that his "ultimate holy path" had become the only truth in this world.

His single thought is the law of heaven and earth.

His words are the guiding principle for all living beings.

Here, there is no pain, no struggle, no regret.

Only absolute "perfection" and "satisfaction".

Everything he had ever pursued—power, status, recognition—had reached its zenith here.

"Do you feel it, Your Highness?"

A voice, androgynous, brimming with irresistible allure, seemed to awaken the deepest desires of his soul, rang in his ears.

【Sila】

"This is your 'limit'. You have reached the end. You have become the most perfect being."

"You no longer need to fight, no longer need to move forward, no longer need to endure loneliness and pain."

"All you need to do is...enjoy it."

"Enjoy this ultimate glory, enjoy this absolute perfection, enjoy every moment of eternal pleasure. This is the reward you deserve."

This is the most terrible form of corruption.

Instead of attacking your weaknesses, it infinitely amplifies your "strengths" and "achievements," immersing you in a quagmire of self-satisfaction and causing you to completely lose the will to move forward.

Qin Feng's consciousness was indeed lost in this "perfect paradise".

He enjoyed the feeling of having his words become law and all things submitting to him.

He enjoys the tranquility of a perfect and flawless state of mind.

He spent a million years here, two million years...

He felt that he had become one with this perfect world.

He is the limit, and the limit is him.

However, at a certain moment...

As he looked down at the fervent worshippers below, at this perfect world that had "frozen" because of his existence, a thought, like a poisonous weed, quietly sprouted in his heart.

Is this... everything?

Slaanesh's voice rang out again, tinged with wariness: "Isn't this enough? You already have everything."

"Yes... I already have everything."

Qin Feng murmured to himself, the trace of satisfaction and ease in his eyes slowly fading away, replaced by a deeper, almost "empty" calm.

"But... what exactly is the meaning of 'limit'?"

Is this reaching a 'final destination'?

He slowly stood up, looking down at the perfect world built by his achievements.

"Do not."

"The meaning of 'limit' is that there is always a 'next limit' waiting for me to break."

“‘Limit’ is not a noun, but a verb.”

What you gave me was not 'perfection,' but 'stagnation.'

"And for me, stagnation is the biggest 'imperfection'."

“Your heaven is too small. So small that it cannot contain my ‘Dao’.”

boom!
His will was no longer directed outward attacks, but inward introspection.

The moment he denied this "perfection," this perfect paradise built on "satisfaction" and "pride" lost its foundation.

The white jade throne turned to dust, and the fanatical believers became phantoms.

The whole world, like a sand sculpture weathered by the elements, collapsed with a deafening roar.

"What a... boring person who doesn't know how to enjoy life..."

Slaanesh's sigh, filled with resentment and discontent, dissipated into the void.

Qin Feng stood alone.

His Dao heart, having undergone a "perfect" baptism, became more resilient and also more... humble.

He realized that the true limit is endless.

The third illusion is broken.

After the perfect heaven collapsed, Qin Feng's consciousness fell into the last and most desperate realm.

Here, there is no light, no sound, no life.

There is only endless decay, stagnation, and despair.

He saw that the stars were decaying, the laws were collapsing, and the river of time had become a stagnant pool of foul-smelling water.

The entire universe is heading towards an irreversible "heat death".

He saw his own body.

The seemingly indestructible [Primordial Limit Body] is now covered with pustules and moss, slowly rotting and disintegrating.

The "Ultimate Sacred Path" within him, that perfect cosmic cycle, has also stagnated due to the loss of external support and is heading towards death.

He felt an unprecedented sense of powerlessness.

His power, his will, his path, appear so insignificant, so... meaningless, in the face of the ultimate "entropy increase" of the universe.

"child."

A gentle, grandfatherly voice, seemingly existing since the beginning of the universe and filled with a morbid "love," rang in his ears.

[A nuisance].

"Do you see? Everything will eventually decay. Everything will eventually return to my garden."

"Your struggles, your battles, your pursuits... the ending was predetermined from the very beginning."

"Your 'limit' will eventually have its own 'limit'."

Why suffer any longer? Why struggle any longer?

"Give up. Give up the futile resistance. Accept this inevitable decay, accept this tranquility from the end."

"Come, come into my embrace. In my garden, there is no pain, no despair, only eternal, peaceful 'stillness'. I will grant you... ultimate liberation."

This is the most insidious form of corruption.

It gives you no hope, it gives you no desire.

It simply and nakedly bestows upon you "despair" itself as a "gift".

Qin Feng's consciousness completely subsided in this decaying world.

He felt the passing of life and the collapse of his Daoist heart.

He saw himself eventually turn into a handful of dust, merging into this decaying earth.

He felt... an unprecedented sense of "ease".

Yes, there's no need to struggle anymore, no need to fight anymore, it's all over.

He fell into a deep sleep.

In Nurgle's decaying garden, it slept for a million years, three million years, five million years...

His consciousness was almost completely assimilated with this despairing world.

However, just before he was about to finally "rest in peace".

Deep within his dying Dao heart, the "Dao Seed" that had merged with the [Primordial Secret Technique] gently throbbed.

That single jump represents the cycle of "birth" and "death".

It is a cycle of "limit" and "return to zero".

A sudden realization, like the first ray of light after the creation of the world, illuminated his sea of ​​consciousness shrouded in despair.

"Decay... is not the end."

His consciousness, dormant for millions of years, slowly awakened.

Naguru's loving voice held a hint of doubt: "Child?"

“You only saw ‘decay,’ but you didn’t see the ‘new life’ that was being nurtured at the end of decay.”

Qin Feng's "voice" echoed in this deathly silent world.

Although his body was still decaying, his will was being re-formed at an incredible speed.

“My Tao is the ‘limit’. It includes both the expansion of ‘entropy increase’ and the collapse of ‘entropy decrease’.”

"Death is part of the cycle, not the end of the cycle."

"The 'despair' you are showing is just a 'stage' that my path must inevitably go through."

"I accept decay."

"But I refuse to... succumb to decay!"

boom!
His will was no longer one of resistance, but of "inclusivity"!
He proactively and openly incorporated the sacred path of Nurgle, which represents "end" and "decay," into the cycle of his "ultimate universe"!

"No! You can't do this!"

For the first time, Naguru's loving voice betrayed a hint of panic.

He discovered that the power he used to corrupt all things had become an indispensable "death" link in the other party's holy path cycle!
Not only did he fail to corrupt the other party, but he actually... became a part of the other party!

"Thank you for your 'gift'."

After completely embracing this "decay," Qin Feng's consciousness became more complete than ever before.

His path, having undergone four trials—slaughter, fate, perfection, and despair—finally became flawless.

The decaying garden lost all its power before his perfect Dao heart.

The world, filled with despair, collapsed with a deafening roar.

The fourth and final illusion, break free!
【The Original Land】.

Under the horrified gazes of Augustus, Caesar, and others.

Time seemed to have passed in the blink of an eye.

They saw that the terrifying aura of four chaotic gods, mixed with four colors, that was wrapped around Qin Feng suddenly boiled violently at the same time!

It was as if four supreme beings simultaneously unleashed a roar of resentment and anger.

next second.

boom--! ! !
Those four extremely filthy chaotic auras were forcibly and brutally expelled by a purer, more magnificent, and more incomprehensible "Dao" will that erupted from Qin Feng's body!

The pure white "Primordial Land" instantly returned to its original color.

It was as if the terrifying, world-destroying scene from just moments ago was merely an illusion.

Qin Feng remained standing quietly in the same spot.

He slowly opened his eyes.

Those eyes remained a deep, chaotic color.

But unlike before, these eyes now contained an absolute calm and serenity, as if they had witnessed countless cycles of birth and death of the universe and seen through the vicissitudes of time.

To the outside world, perhaps only a moment has passed.

But for Qin Feng, he truly struggled, fought, succumbed, and finally gained enlightenment within the mental illusion constructed by the four evil gods, where the flow of time was infinitely amplified...

Ten million years.

"He...he...success?"

Gu Man's voice was stammering, filled with disbelief.

"He withstood... the simultaneous corruption of four evil gods?"

The figure of Youye flickered in and out of the void, revealing the extreme turmoil in his heart.

Augustus remained silent, staring intently at Qin Feng. Data streams flickered wildly in his eyes, which were composed of holy light, as if he wanted to thoroughly analyze the being before him who had completely shattered all his cognition and logic.

Qin Feng ignored them.

He simply let out a soft sigh of relief.

That breath seemed to expel the weariness and dust of millions of years of illusion.

His Dao heart, having undergone this ultimate test, has been tempered to perfection, free from any impurity or defilement.

The four evil gods not only failed to corrupt him, but instead became his best "sharpening stone," allowing him to solidify his realm as the [Cosmic Venerable], and even... take another step forward.

He raised his head, his gaze seemingly piercing through time and space, meeting the eyes of four people from the abyss, eyes filled with anger and greed.

(End of this chapter)