High Martial Arts: Liver Becomes the Master of the Universe

Chapter 394 Unknown Continent, I swear I will not become a god until I kill the evil god!

The Original Land has been restored to its timeless purity and stillness.

Those four supreme malices from the dark side of the universe receded like a tide after Qin Feng forcibly expelled them, as if they had never descended at all.

But the shock left to Augustus, Ephemeral Night, Ancient Barbarian and Caesar was like a brand, deeply engraved in the deepest part of their souls, and could never be erased.

They witnessed firsthand a newly ascended Venerable One, in a near-miraculous manner, directly resist the combined corruption of four Chaos Gods. If this event were to spread, it would be enough to overturn all existing understanding of the entire universe.

Qin Feng didn't look at them again, nor did he care about the turmoil in their hearts.

Having experienced that illusory war that lasted for millions of years, his state of mind had undergone a fundamental transformation. In his eyes, these former opponents, nemesis, and allies were no different from roadside rocks or dust in the starry sea.

It is not an arrogant disregard, but a natural change in "perspective" after a leap in the level of life.

What he sees and thinks about is no longer the same landscape.

"I'm leaving."

In the end, he still said something to Caesar.

This is not a farewell, but more like a statement. A statement of an imminent, irreversible fact.

Caesar's body trembled slightly. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end he only smiled bitterly and nodded: "I understand. Your path is no longer in our dimension."

He knew very well that from now on, there would be a world of difference between him and Qin Feng.

Qin Feng did not say anything more.

He raised his head, his gaze seemingly piercing through the barrier of the [Primordial Land] and looking towards the vast and boundless real universe.

Then he took a step forward.

There was no tearing of space, and no energy fluctuations were triggered.

His figure simply faded from the list of "existences" naturally, blending into the background of the universe and disappearing completely.

It was as if he had never set foot here, as if the legend of the Seventy-Two Divine Passes was just a grand dream.

Augustus, Youye, and Guman remained silent for a long time, staring at the spot where he had disappeared.

Finally, the holy archangel Augustus spoke slowly, his voice filled with an unprecedented sense of confusion: "Where... should we go next?"

The path to divinity has come to an end.

The final reward was also taken away in a way they couldn't understand.

These once-proud geniuses, who stood at the pinnacle of the universe, suddenly discovered that they had lost their goal.

Caesar glanced deeply in the direction where Qin Feng had disappeared, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes, but more than anything, a sense of relief.

He turned to the three of them and said, "We cannot follow his path. But we have our own path to walk."

"This universe is far more dangerous than we imagine."

"The threat of chaos is imminent. Rather than wandering aimlessly here, we should return and inform our respective races of everything we have witnessed today. A storm that will sweep across the entire universe is probably not far off."

Having said that, Caesar turned and left.

The three remaining prodigies of the Divine Path, after a long silence, each chose a different path and disappeared into this pure white land that had witnessed the birth and end of a legend.

The era of the Seventy-Two Divine Passes has now come to a complete end.

Having left the realm of the Endless Sea, Qin Feng began his first "journey" in the real universe.

After becoming the "Cosmic Venerable," his perception of the world underwent a dramatic transformation.

He no longer needs to rely on star charts, nor does he need to travel through wormholes.

His thoughts can be synchronized with the pulse of the universe. If he so desires, he can reach any corner of the universe's conventional dimensions in an instant.

He was like a true "observer," wandering between one bustling galaxy after another, and one ancient civilization after another.

He saw the "Empire of Light" composed of pure energy, the "Zerg Nest" that nested in the entire galaxy, and the "Deep Sea Civilization" that floated in the dark matter sea of ​​the universe, isolated from the world.

The magnificence and vastness of this universe far exceeded his previous imagination.

However, beneath this prosperity and splendor, he also saw those hidden, spreading "fumes."

In a martial civilization called "Kaladim," he witnessed warriors performing bloody sacrifices in pursuit of greater power. They piled the heads of prisoners of war into mounds of skulls and tortured their opponents in the most brutal ways, all to please the "God of War" who sat upon a blood-red throne.

—Those were followers of Khorne.

In a "Smart Machine Alliance" that prides itself on technology and knowledge, he witnessed mechanical life forms pursuing ultimate wisdom beginning to conduct forbidden experiments. They tampered with reality, manipulated fate, and attempted to peek into the ultimate mysteries of the universe through endless changes and deception, only to fall into a vicious cycle of logic and become madmen who could only repeat "everything is a lie."

—That's a pawn of the [Treacherous].

In the Xinghai Opera House, a place where art and emotion were the highest pursuits, he witnessed artists beginning to degenerate in their pursuit of the ultimate "beauty" and "experience." They indulged in endless sensory stimulation, completely blurring the lines between pain and pleasure. Ultimately, in a grand "final movement" filled with self-harm and indulgence, they collectively sublimated, becoming mindless, selfless zombies who only knew how to seek thrills.

—Those were slaves of Slaanesh.

In an ancient "Nirvana sect" that believed that "all things have an end," he saw that those monks who had seen through life and death were ultimately corrupted by "despair" itself. They no longer pursued Nirvana, but began to actively spread plague and decay, believing that accelerating the "heat death" of the universe and helping all life to be "liberated" from the cycle of suffering was the ultimate "compassion."

That is the breeding ground for filth.

Qin Feng traversed one world after another corrupted by chaos.

What he saw was no longer a simple "enemy," but a "plague" that had penetrated to the bone and was dismantling the entire cosmic order from within.

He witnessed firsthand how a once prosperous galactic civilization, in just a few hundred years, was transformed into a deathly ruin filled with slaughter, lies, debauchery, and despair due to the erosion of chaos.

Those corrupted beings believed, even until their death, that they were on the "right" path.

He recalled his experience in that illusion that lasted for millions of years.

He knew that if his "Ultimate Sacred Path" hadn't been so special and perfect, he probably would have already become part of this "festering sore".

He once thought that the Chaos God was just a powerful "force" in the universe.

But now, he understands.

Chaos is the "cancer" of the universe.

It doesn't want to conquer you, but rather to make you a part of itself.

Its ultimate goal is to drag the entire orderly and vibrant real universe into that chaotic dimension of disorder, chaos, and only pain and madness.

The 900th year of travel.

Qin Feng arrived in the territory of the human race.

It's even more difficult here than when he left.

Under the pressure of all races in the universe, humanity's living space has been compressed to an extreme. Even more terrifying, the whispers of chaos have also begun to spread within humanity itself.

Some humans, unable to endure oppression and yearning for power, began to secretly worship Chaos, exchanging the flesh and blood of their fellow human beings for the "gifts" of evil gods.

Beset by internal and external troubles, the country is on the verge of collapse.

Qin Feng stood on a desolate planet, looking into the distant starry sky, where a human escape ship was being brutally torn apart by a group of "Flesh Raiders" who worshipped Khorne and were corrupted from humanity.

He saw the cries of children, the despair of mothers, and the soldiers' unwavering resistance until death.

But he didn't make a move.

He just watched quietly.

Looking at that starry sky, stained red with blood.

Watching those degenerates, laughing wildly, feasting on the flesh and blood of their fellow countrymen.

There was no expression on his face.

But in his heart, the venerable mind that had long been calm and undisturbed, a cold and hard "killing intent" stirred at this moment.

This is not out of anger, nor out of pity.

Rather, it is a diagnosis made by a "doctor" after seeing clearly the "lesions" of the entire universe, in the most calm and rational way.

—If this cancer is not eradicated, the universe will perish.

He recalled his journey so far.

Rising from humble beginnings, fighting for survival.

Make a name for yourself among the stars, fight for glory.

They clash in the divine gates, fighting for power.

He has reached the pinnacle of power and possesses a near-eternal life.

He could have, like other cosmic venerables, created his own cosmic kingdom, high above, overlooking the changing of eras, no longer caring about the world's conflicts.

but……

Is that really the "limit" he wants?

He slowly closed his eyes.

The illusory battle that had lasted for millions of years resurfaced in his mind.

Khorne's slaughter, Tzeentch's intrigue, Slaanesh's perfection, Nurgle's decay...

Those four supreme malices were so powerful, so deeply rooted.

He knew that as long as these four Chaos Gods existed, the universe would never have peace.

What was destroyed today was the Kaladim civilization, a human spaceship.

Tomorrow, it could be the entire human race, or even the entire universe.

"I understand……"

Qin Feng slowly opened his eyes, and for the first time, a "light" that transcended "self" appeared in those chaotic eyes—a light that was grander and more resolute.

"My path is 'limit'."

"And the greatest 'limitless' thing in this universe is your existence."

He raised his head, his gaze seemingly piercing through the dimensional barrier between reality and chaos, and met once again the eyes of those four evil gods who were constantly spying on this universe.

But this time, there was no longer any wariness or resistance in his eyes.

Only a pure, undisguised declaration of war, with "elimination" as its ultimate goal—is possible.

He made a vow to the void, a vow that no one could hear, yet which was enough to shake the very foundations of the universe's cause and effect:

"I, Qin Feng, hereby swear in the name of 'Extreme' from this day forward."

"To exhaust this life, to traverse the chaos."

“You will surely be punished—Khorne, Tzeentch, Slaanesh, Nergoth…”

“Slay them all, leave no one alive.”

Boom——! ! !
The moment the vow was uttered, the entire ocean of laws in the universe was stirred up by a monstrous storm. It was as if the universe's "immune system" had finally found its own sharpest and most decisive "scalpel" at that moment.

After setting his ultimate goal of eliminating all evil gods, Qin Feng did not immediately and recklessly plunge into the Chaos Dimension.

He knew very well that although he had advanced to the Venerable One level and even resisted the corruption of the Four Gods, there was still a huge gap between him and the four Chaos Evil Gods who had existed for countless eras and were themselves the embodiment of some kind of cosmic rule.

That's not a difference in strength, but a difference in "existence" and "foundation".

He needs to get stronger.

He began to purposefully search the universe for "opportunities" that could make him stronger.

The most extraordinary opportunities are often related to those ancient and powerful beings that have long since passed away.

--god.

The "gods" here do not refer to the self-proclaimed "god race" like Indra, but rather to the true "primordial gods" who were born at the beginning of the universe, along with the laws.

They are the original controllers of the universe's rules, beings that are more ancient and more fundamental than saints and venerable ones.

But from some unknown point in time, these primordial deities, like the extinction of the dinosaurs, collectively disappeared into the long river of history.

Qin Feng spent thousands of years traveling to countless ancient civilization ruins and reading countless secret books of the star sea that had long since turned to dust.

Finally, he found a crucial clue in the memory crystal of an ancient race called the "Gravekeepers," which had long been abandoned.

——【The Land Where Gods Fell】.

According to records, in an extremely ancient era, a war known as "Ragnarok" swept across the entire universe.

For some unknown reason, the primordial gods waged a brutal civil war.

In the end, almost all the gods perished in the same place.

That place was later known as the "Land of Fallen Gods".

That place is the tomb of God, and also the final resting place of God's legacy.

But at the same time, it is also the most terrifying forbidden zone in the universe.

Because so many gods have fallen, the divine power and resentment they released after their deaths have formed a "law distortion domain" that even the most powerful beings in the universe cannot easily enter.

For countless millennia, more than one revered being has attempted to enter it in search of the divine legacy, but in the end, none of them returned.

"This is it."

Qin Feng looked at the incomplete star map and the red areas marked on it that exuded an ominous aura, his eyes burning with fervor.

Risk and opportunity are always directly proportional.

To gain enough power to fight against the evil god, one must explore this most forbidden zone.

Without the slightest hesitation, he moved swiftly, following the guidance of the star map, and teleported towards the legendary "Land of Fallen Gods".

After several long-distance space jumps, Qin Feng arrived at the area marked by the star.

However, what came into view was not some secret realm, but a vast expanse of absolute "nothingness" that could not be measured by sight.

This void is different from the deathly stillness of the "Epoch Cemetery".

The Epoch Cemetery is "desolate," a place where energy and laws have perished.

And here, it's "rejection".

This space seems to possess its own will, rejecting the entry of any matter, any energy, or any information.

This is the outer barrier of the Land of Fallen Gods—the Sea of ​​Death known as the "Sigh of the Gods".

Any object that attempts to forcibly intrude will have its "existence" conceptually erased by this will of "rejection," thus disintegrating itself.

Suspended on the edge of this "Sea of ​​Death," Qin Feng could clearly feel his Venerable Body being repelled by an invisible force. It was as if the universe itself was trying to "expel" him.

"interesting."

Qin Feng did not force his way in.

He knew that using brute force to fight against such conceptual rules was the most foolish thing to do.

He sat down cross-legged and began to use his [Ultimate Sacred Path] to analyze the composition of this "Sea of ​​Death".

In his vision, this void was woven from the fragments of the purest "will" of countless fallen gods before their deaths.

It possesses the will to "refuse to be forgotten," the will to "refuse to be surpassed," and the will to "refuse the world to exist"...

These contradictory yet equally powerful wills ultimately formed a strange balance, transforming into this "sigh of the gods" that rejects everything.

There is only one way to get in.

That is, to place one's "will" above the "echoes" of these billions of gods.

Alternatively, find a frequency that is "compatible" with all wills.

Qin Feng chose the latter.

Because his philosophy is "limits" and "inclusivity".

He slowly released his holy aura.

The "Limited Universe" cycle, which incorporated the [Primal Secret Technique], began to slowly rotate at a mysterious frequency.

With a single call, all things arise.

One breath, and all things perish.

He did not try to fight against that will of "rejection," but instead adjusted his own path to a frequency that was completely synchronized with the most fundamental cosmic cycle of "birth" and "death."

Whether it is "refusing to be forgotten" (yearning for life) or "refusing the existence of the world" (yearning for extinction), in essence, neither can escape this grandest cycle.

Gradually, the "Sea of ​​Death," which had originally been hostile to Qin Feng, began to weaken its repulsive force.

It seemed as if Qin Feng was also part of the "cycle".

He became an "existence" of the same level as those fallen gods.

A full hundred years.

Qin Feng sat quietly on the edge of this sea of ​​death for a hundred years.

Until his aura completely merged with the frequency of this space.

He slowly opened his eyes, stood up, and took a step forward.

This time, there were no obstacles.

His figure, like a drop of water merging into the water, silently disappeared into that void that rejected everything.

They successfully crossed the first formidable barrier.

After crossing that long, chilling "Sea of ​​Death," Qin Feng's vision suddenly opened up.

He arrived at a continent floating in an unknown dimension.

This continent is shattered and broken, filled with enormous rift valleys and dried-up riverbeds. The sky is an eternal twilight, devoid of sun and moon, only some enormous, star-like "fragments" that emit a faint glow, suspended high in the air.

What is most striking are the towering, massive tombstones that stand on this ravaged continent.

These tombstones are all different in shape.

Yes, it was a rusty giant sword that still exuded endless sharpness.

Yes, it was a codex cast from an unknown metal and covered with ancient runes.

Yes, there is a World Tree that has long since withered, yet still stretches out its branches as if to embrace the entire sky.

……

Each tombstone represents a fallen primordial deity.

Each tombstone exudes a terrifying divine power that still sends chills down one's spine even after countless eras have passed.

This is the core of the [Land of Fallen Gods].

A tragic world composed of the tombs of countless gods.

Qin Feng walked through this cemetery of gods.

He could clearly sense that each tombstone contained the most fundamental "Tao" and "inheritance" of that deity.

He can try to communicate with and acquire these traditions whenever he wants.

The tombstone with that giant sword contains the purest divine way of "slaughter".

The tombstone in that book of laws records the original "law" of the universe.

The World Tree contains the most profound divine principles of "life" and "decay".

Any one of these inheritances, if placed in the outside world, would be enough to cause the cosmic venerables to fight to the death, and would be enough to create a new peak race.

But Qin Feng did not stop in front of any of the tombstones.

He simply walked silently, observed silently, and felt silently.

These divine paths, though powerful, are fundamental.

However, they are all too "simple".

Whether it's killing, law, or life... they are all just a part of the "limit," not the entirety of the "limit."

What he wanted was not the inheritance of a particular deity.

What he wanted was something that could bring about a qualitative change in his "ultimate" path.

It is a more fundamental, more ultimate "key" that transcends all these individual divine paths.

He believed that the answer he sought must be found deep within this land of fallen gods.

Because what so many primordial deities are fighting for, at any cost, in this place...

It can never be these single inheritances.

There must be some more important "reason".

Qin Feng's gaze passed over the thousands upon thousands of tombstones of the gods and landed at the very center of this continent.

There, a region was shrouded in a dense, impenetrable, chaotic mist that seemed to devour even time itself.

All the tombstones, in a pilgrimage-like posture, point in that direction from afar.

That was his target.

(End of this chapter)