High Martial Arts: Liver Becomes the Master of the Universe

Chapter 401 Million Years of Resources! A Wave of the Hand to Give! To impart knowledge, teach skills, and resolve doubts!

A century has passed in the blink of an eye.

As the last second of the hundredth century ticked to zero on the atomic clock of Canaan, the entire Canaan star system fell into an unprecedented silence.

This silence is not emptiness, but rather an extreme sense of oppression caused by overcrowding and excessive solemnity.

If someone were to stand on the surface of Canaan and gaze at the heavens right now, they would find that the once familiar star map has completely vanished. In its place are countless figures exuding a terrifying aura.

They obscured the brilliance of the stars, yet they themselves became even more dazzling stars.

This is a magnificent picture that is worthy of being recorded in the annals of humankind, and even makes the entire universe tremble.

With the void directly above the Canaan Star Martial Arts Academy as the origin, countless powerful individuals are arranged in concentric circles according to their cultivation levels, resembling a lotus flower of life blooming deep in the universe.

In the most central area, the place closest to the origin, nine figures sat cross-legged.

They were surrounded by laws, some like the blazing sun in the sky, some like a black hole swallowing everything, and some like a galaxy rolling backward. With each breath they took, they caused subtle collapses in the surrounding space.

That was a saint.

The human saints, who were usually elusive and suppressed their respective star regions, now sat respectfully cross-legged in the void like primary school students, not daring to overstep their bounds in the slightest.

Beyond the circle of saints lie the powerful emperors. Over three thousand emperors, their blood and qi surging like rainbows, forming a golden ocean—the backbone of the human race.

Further out, there were countless King-level experts, numbering over ten thousand, who formed the thickest petals of this lotus flower.

Next came the ranks of Marquis, Domain Lord, Black Hole level...

The population exploded exponentially. By the time they reached the outer galactic and stellar levels, the numbers were beyond calculation with the naked eye; they numbered in the hundreds of millions, covering the entire orbit of the Canaan Galaxy and extending into deep space several light-years away.

There was no noise, no spiritual communication, just private conversation.

Even the most unruly star beast mounts were now obediently lying at their master's feet, trembling.

All eyes were focused on that one and only origin.

There was nothing there.

Until a certain moment, without any sign of spatial fluctuations, a figure in black appeared out of thin air.

He didn't have any spectacular entrance effects, nor was he protected by a golden aura.

He was like an ordinary mortal, casually pulling over an invisible chair and sitting cross-legged on top of this billion-strong being.

Qin Feng.

His gaze swept calmly over the people below.

As the Eye of the Void rotated, he saw not only people, but also countless lines of cause and effect climbing upwards, the burgeoning martial arts fortune of the human race.

"They come, the security."

Qin Feng spoke up.

The sound was not loud, and no amplification equipment was used, but through regular resonance, it clearly resonated deep within the soul of every living being—no matter how far away or in which dimension of space they were.

"Today's sermon will not discuss divine arts or transmit secret methods."

"Let's just talk about...the road."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Feng slowly closed his eyes, then gently tapped the air with his fingers.

"Boom."

This sound opened the door to the truth of the universe.

With the first strike, the black and white millstone phantom symbolizing the "Ultimate Sacred Path" slowly emerged behind Qin Feng.

Life and death, creation and destruction, beginning and end.

Two diametrically opposed forces merged perfectly around him, evolving into a profound fluctuation that transcended the current dimensions of the universe.

"The beginning of martial arts lies in plunder."

Qin Feng's voice became ethereal, as if it came from the end of time.

"Mortals plunder the five grains to strengthen their bodies; martial artists plunder spiritual energy to open their acupoints; Venerables plunder the laws to construct their worlds. All living beings are in the struggle."

"But why, at the end of this struggle?"

Is it overflowing when full, or endless devouring?

As Qin Feng recounted the story, a wondrous sight appeared.

With each word he uttered, it transformed into a golden lotus flower.

This is not a metaphor, but the product of his will forcibly compressing and materializing high-concentration energy and laws.

Her tongue is as beautiful as a lotus flower.

The first golden lotus fell and landed on the head of an old man who had been trapped at the peak of the King-level realm for tens of thousands of years.

The lotus shattered, transforming into countless golden runes that merged into the old man's sea of ​​consciousness. The old man's entire body trembled violently; his previously depleted blood and energy instantly boiled, and that seemingly indestructible bottleneck shattered like paper at that moment.

Then, the second one, the third one...

Thousands upon thousands of golden lotuses of law floated out of Qin Feng's mouth, fluttering and swirling like a golden rainstorm.

The entire void of the Canaan star system was in an uproar at this moment.

The once cold and dark vacuum was now sprouting countless illusory plants. That was the embodiment of the "Law of Wood"; the brilliance of the distant stars suddenly surged, that was the resonance of the "Law of Fire"; countless meteorites shattered and reformed on their own, transforming into intricate geometric shapes, that was the celebration of the "Law of Metal" and the "Law of Earth".

What Qin Feng was talking about was not a single attribute-based approach.

He was talking about "limits," "inclusivity," and "the unity of all things."

Since it is the limit, it encompasses all the laws of the world.

To a fire-type martial artist, this is the supreme truth of fire control; to a sword cultivator, this is the unparalleled sword intent that cuts through illusion; to a spiritual master, this is the only way to construct a soul palace.

"The so-called bottleneck is nothing but a self-imposed limitation."

Qin Feng lightly tapped his finger, pointing at the several saints who looked fascinated.

"The divine realm is not the end, in fact... it is wrong."

The moment these words were spoken, the world changed color.

The sages suddenly opened their eyes wide, a look of horror flashing across them, before falling into deeper thought.

The only person in the entire universe who dares to say that "the divine realm is wrong" is probably the man standing before us.

Qin Feng did not pause. He dismantled and crumbled the "cycle of birth and death" he had comprehended in the 72nd level of the Primordial Land, and the "barrier of will" he had honed while fighting against the evil god, and fed it to the millions of seekers of the Dao.

The starry sky rose and fell with his tone of voice.

When he spoke passionately, the distant nebulae surged like a tsunami, cheering him on.

When he spoke in a low, somber tone, even the black hole stopped spinning and listened quietly.

Everyone listened with rapt attention.

Some people cried, some laughed, some danced with joy, and some wept bitterly on the ground.

This is not just preaching; it is a profound surgery on the soul.

You don’t know how many years you have spent practicing cultivation.

For martial artists immersed in the ocean of "Tao," the concept of time has become blurred.

He sat there in the Canaan sky for a full ten thousand years.

Over these ten thousand years, the outside world has undergone tremendous changes, but the Canaan star system seems to have been extracted from the river of time by some great force and established as an independent world.

The first thousand years.

The stars in the sky were constantly illuminated by the light of advancement.

That mainly refers to breakthroughs by low-level martial artists.

Countless stellar-level warriors advanced to the galaxy-level. The galaxy-level warriors who were originally just there to watch the spectacle were less affected because they were far away. They were the first to digest what they had gained and stepped into the black hole level.

The Canaan Galaxy originally had only tens of thousands of black hole-level powerhouses, but in the past thousand years, that number has increased tenfold.

The third millennium.

Quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes.

The core members of the middle management began to unleash their power. "Boom—"

A magnificent purple beam of light pierced through the heavens and the earth.

That was an old professor from Canaan Martial Arts University who had been stuck in the extreme black hole for three thousand years. Today, after hearing Qin Feng explain the wonders of "microscopic recombination," he suddenly understood and stepped into the Marquis Realm!

Then, as if by a chain reaction, it began.

The aura of powerful marquises erupted one after another.

Once incredibly rare and powerful individuals capable of suppressing entire star systems, these marquis-level experts are now springing up like mushrooms after rain in the Canaan star system.

The sixth millennium.

The commotion grew louder and louder.

The powerful figures within the inner circle, who had been granted the title of King, began to make moves. They had accumulated profound knowledge and skills, and the path they sought was far more difficult, but once they broke through, it would be earth-shattering.

A peak-level king from an ancient family, while listening to Qin Feng explain "cause and effect grafting," suddenly laughed three times, his physical body disintegrated, and then reformed into an immortal divine body.

Confer the title of Emperor!

Humanity has gained another emperor!
And this is just the beginning.

In the latter half of this ten-thousand-year-long sermon, the human race's high-end combat power experienced an explosive growth.

Although reaching the Saint realm remains a formidable hurdle, requiring immense opportunity and unwavering perseverance, the Saints present, while not having broken through to a higher realm, possessed an aura several times more profound than it had been ten thousand years ago. They had repaired the flaws in their own Dao foundations, increasing their combat power by at least thirty percent!
This is the good fortune that Qin Feng brought to them.

The 9,000th year, 999th year.

The sermon was drawing to a close.

Qin Feng's voice grew softer and softer, eventually becoming a pure syllable, no longer carrying specific meaning, but directly triggering the tremors of the fundamental laws of the universe.

This is the final "blessing".

The energy concentration in the entire starry sky reached a liquefied level. Countless martial artists greedily absorbed this spiritual tide that contained not only energy but also Daoist principles.

When the last day of the ten thousandth year arrives.

Qin Feng shut his mouth.

The golden lotuses scattered across the sky, and the turbulent Milky Way returned to calm.

The profound and mysterious atmosphere slowly faded away, and all living beings seemed to awaken from a beautiful dream that had lasted for ten thousand years.

"wake up."

Qin Feng gave a soft shout.

This sound, like a thunderclap in spring, dispelled the confusion and inner demons in everyone's hearts caused by the sudden loss of Daoist energy.

The billionaire slowly opened his eyes.

At that moment, countless beams of light intertwined in the starry sky, and the energy index of the entire Canaan star system was more than a hundred times more terrifying than it was ten thousand years ago!
Everyone looked at the black-clad figure still sitting cross-legged high up, their eyes no longer filled with awe, but with the fervor and gratitude of looking at a second parent.

"Many thanks to the Venerable One for imparting the Dharma!!!"

The first expression of gratitude came from the powerful figure who had just been promoted to Emperor.

Immediately afterwards, a deafening roar engulfed the entire galaxy.

"We are deeply grateful for the Venerable One's teachings! We will never forget them!"

Millions of martial artists bowed in unison. This single bow was enough to move heaven and earth.

Qin Feng watched this scene calmly, but a hint of relief flashed in his eyes. The stronger the human race was, the fewer worries he would have on the battlefield of the chosen gods.

He slowly rose, his gaze passing through the crowd and landing on the blue planet below, on the campus of Canaan Star Martial Arts University.

That was where he once toiled and sweated.

"Canaan Starry Sky Martial Arts University has been kind to me in nurturing me."

Qin Feng spoke, his voice gentle, "I started from humble beginnings. If it weren't for the resources and protection my alma mater provided back then, even with lofty ambitions, I wouldn't have made it this far."

After saying that, he waved his hand.

"Crash-"

A huge rift opened in the void.

Countless streams of light poured down from the crack, like the Milky Way flowing backwards, heading straight towards the treasure vault of the Canaan Star Martial Arts Academy.

That's not ordinary water; that's a resource.

That is a top-tier resource that can drive even a King-level expert crazy and make even an Emperor-level expert envious.

There are [Star Core Origins] that emit a seven-colored halo, each containing all the energy of a star from its birth to its destruction;

There are mountains of [Void Divine Gold], which is the best material for forging royal-level divine weapons;

There are thousands of complete remains of alien emperors, which are an unparalleled treasure for studying anatomy and extracting essence blood;
Furthermore, hundreds of [top-grade spiritual veins] that Qin Feng had sealed and compressed with his great magical power were directly injected into the underground dragon veins of Canaan.

"These resources are all at the level of a King or above."

Qin Feng said calmly, "Gu He."

Principal Guhe, whose name was called, was already kneeling on the ground, trembling with excitement as he looked at the treasure that had fallen from the sky.

"The students are here!"

"These resources will be added to the school's treasury."

Qin Feng pointed to the mountain of treasures and said, "Don't be stingy, don't seal them away. In this era, letting resources rot is the most foolish thing to do."

"All of them are for use by students on campus."

"As long as they are geniuses and willing to work hard, give them the best!"

"These... should be enough for Canaanite to squander for millions of years."

Millions of years!

The whole audience gasped.

What does this mean? It means that for millions of years to come, every student at Canaan Star Martial Arts University, even the freshmen, will enjoy resources and benefits that surpass those of the core members of the most powerful races in the universe!
This is a forceful use of resources to create a cradle of future power for the human race!
"The Venerable One's righteousness is boundless!!!"

Principal Guhe was moved to tears.

He knew that with these resources, plus the Daoist aura left by Qin Feng's sermon today, the Canaan Star Martial Arts Academy would completely surpass all human academies and become a true "holy land".

Below, on the campus.

Countless young students gazed up at that figure in the sky. Their eyes glistened with tears, but even more so with unprecedented ambition and longing.

"Thank you, senior!"

I don't know who shouted it first.

"Thank you so much, senior!!!"

The shouts of millions of students converged into a stream, their voices, though young, were full of vigor.

Looking at those young faces, Qin Feng finally smiled.

That is the spark of humanity.

The torch is passed down from generation to generation, and life continues endlessly.

"gone."

Qin Feng turned around and waved to everyone with his back to them.

Now that we have returned home, spread the word, and repaid our debt of gratitude.

So next.

They should go to that hellish arena called "God's Chosen" and carve out a bright future for these future generations of humans.

His figure stepped into the depths of the void, until he disappeared completely.

Only that silhouette remained, becoming an eternal legend in the Canaanian sky.

(End of this chapter)