High Martial Arts: Liver Becomes the Master of the Universe

Chapter 405 Anchor Point Loosens, Top-Level Echo

The Chosen Battlefield, the Human Race Stronghold.

The mining of the Crimson Copper Vein has been taken over by the Puppet Factory. The low-frequency hum of the robotic arms echoes across the reddish-brown wasteland, creating a strange industrial rhythm.

Qin Feng sat cross-legged beside the "Spark of Civilization" at the core of the stronghold. The golden flame was reflected in his deep pupils, occasionally flickering as if responding to the guardian's breath. One hundred newborns were placed in a temperature-controlled life incubation room, humanity's most fragile yet most resilient hope in this dimension.

“Your Excellency, according to the monitoring of the Eye of Return to the Void, the fluctuations in the rules within a 3,000-kilometer radius around the stronghold have stabilized.”

In Qin Feng's sea of ​​consciousness, his divine sense was reviewing the data.

Just then, the gray clouds in the sky suddenly split open, and a cold, mechanical voice struck every corner of the battlefield like a heavy hammer, simultaneously resounding on the live broadcast screen in the real universe.

[Warning: Loose dimensional anchor point detected in region S-09.]

[Trial triggered: Dimensional Repair.]

[Mission Description: Proceed to the "Shattered Corridor" and repair three collapsing dimensional anchor points within thirty minutes. Failure to repair will result in a void collapse in the area, engulfing all surrounding outposts (including human outposts).]

[Competitive Matching: Searching for nearby Chosen Ones... Match complete.]

[Opponent Faction: Eldar.]

Real Universe, Earth, Terra Council Hall.

In front of the giant holographic screen, the faces of hundreds of councilors instantly turned ashen.

"The Spirit Race? A top-ten race in the universe?"

One member of parliament cried out, "This is not fair! The God's Chosen Battleground has only been open for two days, why are we being matched with opponents of this caliber?"

"Quiet."

The speaker took a deep breath, his gaze fixed on Qin Feng's unwavering figure on the screen. "If we don't even have this much trust, what right do we have to sit behind Venerable Qin?"

Meanwhile, in the God's Chosen livestream room that spans the entire universe, the barrage of comments exploded like a tsunami.

"This is just too unlucky! The Spirit Race, they're monsters that are born without a physical body and specialize in spiritual power!"

"I've heard that the Spirit Race's 'Dream Weavers' can pull a saint's soul into an illusion and torment it for ten thousand years. Can God Qin... can God Qin withstand that?"

"Shut upstairs! Qin Shen even scared away a Great Sage of the Demon Race, what is a mere Spirit Race?"

"That's different! The demon race is a physical type, while the spirit race is a combination of magic and mental types. It's a system of mutual restraint!"

[Eldar Observation Zone]:
"Heh, lowly flesh and blood beings. To be matched with my clan's Lord 'Illusion' is just bad luck for this human."

"Humans? That race that never even made it into the top 100? Lord Illusion doesn't even need to lift a finger; the spatial turbulence of the Broken Corridor alone could tear them apart."

"The scene of waiting for the human soul to collapse is a masterpiece of art."

"The betting has begun! I bet humanity won't last three minutes. 1 to 0.01."

……

Inside the Chosen Battlefield.

Qin Feng slowly stood up, brushing off non-existent dust from the corner of his clothes. He looked up at the distorted sky in the distance, and the Eye of Return to Nothingness instantly analyzed the mission coordinates.

"Dimensional restoration? The Elven race?"

Qin Feng's lips curled up slightly, revealing an extremely calm smile.

"Hopefully it will be more interesting than that pheasant."

He took a step forward.

Space folding.

The next second, his figure disappeared from the stronghold.

The Broken Corridor is an area that defies the laws of physics.

Here, gravity is chaotic, sometimes upward, sometimes to the left. Huge rocky islands float in the void, occasionally colliding and exploding into countless fragments. Space itself is like a shattered mirror, the cracks revealing a chilling black void.

A faint blue light gathered deep within the corridor.

It was a luminous object without a fixed shape, vaguely showing a humanoid outline. This was the chosen one of the Spirit Race - Illusion (peak of the Saint Realm, half-step Venerable).

The phantom floated on a massive floating rock, its body surrounded by visible tendrils of mental energy. It stared at the mission panel and emitted a piercing, mentally charged laugh.

"Humans... such fragile vessels. This mission is an insult to me."

At this moment, the live stream chat refreshed again.

"Lord Huanxu is the most promising genius of our clan in ten thousand years to break through to the 'Soul Master' realm. His understanding of space has already touched the edge of the rules."

"Look, Lord Huanxu is setting up a 'Soul Maze'! Once that human steps into it, he will be lost in his own subconscious."

"The outcome is decided. This is not only a difference in strength, but also a dimensional reduction attack on the level of life itself."

……

"What the hell is that? Just looking at the screen makes me dizzy and nauseous!"

"That's the Eldar's racial talent, mental pollution. Everyone, quickly turn down the resolution! Don't look directly at that blue light!"

"Oh no... Has Qin Shen not arrived yet? Two minutes have already passed!"

Just as all races were waiting for a hunting game, a figure suddenly appeared at the entrance of the Broken Corridor.

There was no earth-shattering burst of energy, no dazzling energy effects.

Qin Feng walked in as naturally as if he were coming home from get off work and simply opening the door.

The violent gravity field here is enough to crush an ordinary King-level expert into a meat patty in an instant, but when it was applied to Qin Feng, it didn't even stir a strand of his hair.

Primordial Ultimate Dao Body.

That's a terrifying physique that can even traverse black holes with its bare body. Mere spatial turbulence was shattered by an invisible force field on the surface of his skin.

"You are that human?"

The illusory mental fluctuations directly bombarded Qin Feng's mind, "Kneel down, offer up your soul, and I can let you die in the illusion..."

"It's noisy."

Qin Feng picked at his ears, but there was no earwax.

He didn't even glance at Huanxu; his gaze was fixed on three enormous stone pillars radiating red light in the distance—those were dimensional anchor points on the verge of collapse.

"Ignore me?!"

As a prodigy of the Spirit Clan, how could Huanxu have ever been treated like this? Enraged, it laughed, and the blue light around its body surged.

"Ignorant fool! Mental Storm - Dream Weaver!"

Om-!
An invisible spiritual tsunami, centered on the illusion, swept towards Qin Feng.

Wherever it passed, space was distorted, and even the live stream footage was severely affected by snow.

"It's here! The Spirit Clan's signature killing move! This strike is enough to turn a saint into an idiot!"

"That human didn't dodge! Was he scared out of his wits?"

"It's over. No matter how strong the body is, the soul is a weakness. How could the soul of a lowly creature like humanity possibly..."

The comments section abruptly stopped.

Everyone's eyes widened.

The terrifying mental storm seemed to hit an insurmountable wall of sighs when it reached within three feet of Qin Feng.

No, it wasn't hitting a wall.

It is annihilation.

Qin Feng continued walking.

With each step he took, the void beneath his feet automatically solidified into flat ground. The mental storm, powerful enough to tear apart the soul, swept across his face, causing only a single strand of hair on his forehead to sway slightly.

"That's it?"

Qin Feng stopped and finally looked directly at the illusory object floating in mid-air.

His gaze was eerily calm, as if he were looking at a roadside stone or a wisp of air.

"How... how is it possible?!"

Huanxu let out a terrified scream, "My mental attack directly impacted the causal level, how could you be unharmed?! Your soul... what are you?!"

Qin Feng did not answer.

He simply raised his right hand and made a grasping motion towards the first dimensional anchor point.

"Rule rewriting: restoration".

There are no complicated spellcasting actions.

The ten-thousand-meter-long stone pillar, riddled with cracks and on the verge of exploding, seemed to have had time reversed in that instant.

The rubble flew back, the cracks healed, and the red light turned into a stable blue light.

Time taken: 0.1 seconds.

"?????"

"Holy crap? What happened?"

"Am I seeing things? Wasn't that pillar rotten just a moment ago?"

Qin Shen: I've fixed it. All the gods: Huh? I didn't see it clearly either!

"Cheating! This is definitely cheating!"

"That's a dimensional rule corruption! How could it be fixed with a wave of the hand? Even our elders couldn't do that!"

"This human must possess a cosmic artifact! It must be a cheat device given to him by the Emperor!"

Huanxu panicked completely.

Its supposedly powerful mental attacks were ineffective, and the speed at which the target repaired its mission objective far exceeded its cognitive logic.

"We can't let him complete the mission! As long as we kill him, victory will still be ours!"

The Illusion let out a shrill roar as it burned its own core essence.

Forbidden Technique: Void Burial!

The entire shattered corridor collapsed instantly, and countless spatial fragments transformed into sharp blades, carrying the unique soul toxins of the Spirit Race, forming a huge black vortex that completely swallowed Qin Feng.

"Die! Die! This is a void funeral that can even shred stars!" Illusion roared madly.

At the center of the vortex, all was pitch black.

Qin Feng's image was no longer visible in the live stream.

"Qin Shen..." "No! This power looks a million times more terrifying than a nuclear explosion!"

"Damn the Spirit Race, they actually self-destructed their own essence!"

However, the next second.

From the center of that dark vortex came a detached voice.

"Is this your full strength?"

A hand, a fair, slender, and even somewhat frail hand, emerged from the black void vortex.

It's like tearing a thin piece of paper.

The hand grabbed the edge of the vortex and tore it apart with force.

Hiss—!
The "void burial," powerful enough to crush stars, was forcibly torn in two.

Amidst the turbulent energy currents, Qin Feng emerged unscathed. His clothes weren't even wrinkled.

The Primordial Ultimate Dao Body is impervious to all laws.

When the spirit and soul are perfected, external demons cannot enter.

Qin Feng looked at the stunned Huanxu and sighed.

"I was hoping to see what new tricks the Spirit Race had up their sleeves, but it turns out they're just using the same old methods from millions of years ago."

"Too disappointed."

He raised his hand and pointed at the illusion from afar.

It wasn't some earth-shattering move.

It's just simple—

Rule-based capability: Local concept erasure.

"Do not--!!!"

The screams of the phantom had barely begun when they abruptly stopped.

There was no explosion, no blood and flesh flying.

Its body, like a pencil drawing erased by an eraser, gradually disappeared into the air, starting from its feet.

Utter nothingness.

Not even a fragment of the soul remained.

The battlefield of God's Chosen fell into a deathly silence.

Qin Feng turned around and looked at the remaining two dimensional anchor points.

Divine thoughts moved slightly.

"repair."

boom! boom!
Two beams of blue light shot into the sky.

The chaotic gravity field of the shattered corridor instantly subsided, all the floating islands returned to their positions, and the cracks healed.

The entire process, from Qin Feng entering the battlefield to the end of the battle, took less than three minutes.

The system's cold, impersonal notification sounded:

【mission completed. 】

Time taken: 2 minutes and 14 seconds.

[Rating: SSS (Perfect)]

[Detected the death of a hostile chosen one; plundering of the Eldar's fortune has begun...]

When Qin Feng reappeared at the human stronghold, the real universe was in an uproar.

"..."

"..."

"What kind of ability was that 'erasure' just now? Did anyone understand it?"

"I'm an analyst from the Machine Race... The data has overflowed. That human's finger strike just now involved causality and the modification of underlying rules. This is a power that no one below the Venerable level could possibly wield!"

"The Spirit Clan's prodigy is gone just like that? It's like a joke?"

"Terrifying... This human is a monster! We must reassess the threat level of the human race!"

"Qin Shen is awesome!!! (voice cracks)"

"This is the backbone of humanity! What spirit race, what mental attacks, are all trash in the face of absolute power!"

"Who just said humans can't last three minutes? Come out and show yourself! Our Qin God didn't need three minutes, because he blew the other side away in two minutes!"

"This isn't doing a quest, it's like a max-level character going to a newbie village to stomp on easy targets!"

"I'm moved to tears. With such guardians, how can our human race not prosper?"

Inside the stronghold.

Qin Feng ignored the commotion outside.

He glanced at the system panel, which displayed the new rewards.

[Task Reward Distribution:]

Outpost Defense Upgrade: Gain 4 "Void Disruptors".

Feedback from the entire human race:

National spiritual potential +2% (Spirit race Qi circulation transformation).

The average intelligence of newborns across the entire region has increased by 5 points.

Unlock the tech tree branch: Basic Psionic Applications.

Qin Feng nodded slightly.

"The improvement of mental strength and intelligence? Yes, this is more beneficial to the long-term development of civilization than the simple improvement of physical strength."

He walked to the life incubation room and looked at the sleeping babies inside through the transparent crystal wall.

The battle that had just shaken the universe was nothing more than taking out the trash for him.

His gaze softened, and his fingers gently touched the crystal wall.

"Go to sleep."

"As long as I am here, nothing can disturb your sweet dreams."

This is his way.

Killing is the means, protection is the ultimate goal.

Although the Chosen Battlefield is only an independent dimension, its vibrations are enough to reach the deepest parts of the universe.

Eldar homeworld, Psionic Sanctuary.

On the enormous crystal throne, the Eldar queen angrily crushed the scepter in her hand.

"Illusion is dead? Crushed to death by a human like an insect?"

Your Highness, countless elders of the Spirit Clan trembled in fear, not daring to utter a sound.

"That Qin Feng... his soul strength even surpasses that of our Grand Elder. This is unreasonable! How could a short-lived species like humans cultivate such a flawless soul?"

"Your Majesty, please calm your anger." An aged spirit race member floated out, trembling. "According to the rules of the Chosen Ones, the death of Illusion will cause the spiritual energy of our newborns to be depleted for the next ten years. The most urgent task is to contact our allies on the Chosen Ones battlefield..."

A sinister glint flashed in the Empress's eyes.

"Contact the Machine Race and the Zerg. Tell them this human is the biggest variable. We must join forces to eliminate him before the 'First Opening of the Divine Realm'! At all costs!"

Chosen Battlefield, Unknown Area, Mech Race Stronghold.

This is a massive metal fortress.

The Chosen One of the Machine Race, Zero, is analyzing the battle recording of Qin Feng through tens of thousands of compound eye screens.

On the screen, the scene of Qin Feng "erasing" the image with his finger was slowed down countless times.

"Analysis failed. Logical error. Energy source unknown."

Zero's cold, electronic synthesized voice rang out.

"Threat level upgraded to: Extremely dangerous."

"Calculate the optimal solution: Avoid one-on-one battles. Initiate the 'Extinction Order' protocol and unite with other races to carry out a siege."

Human stronghold.

Qin Feng sat cross-legged, seemingly unaware of the outside world's conspiracy, or rather, completely indifferent.

His divine sense sank into his body, sorting through the trace of the spirit race's origin that he had just devoured.

"The Spirit Race's soul laws are indeed interesting. Although they are crude, they have some unique aspects in the construction of 'illusion magic'."

Qin Feng flicked his finger, and a faint blue light danced at his fingertip before he casually incorporated it into the stronghold's defensive formation.

"With a slight modification, anyone who dares to raid our stronghold will get a taste of the enhanced 'Infinite Tsukuyomi'."

At this moment, the leaderboard in the sky was refreshed again.

[Chosen One Points Ranking]

First place: Protoss (Score: 1200)

Second place: Demon race (points: 1150)

……

98th place: Human (Points: 350)

(Note: Due to the killing of the Eldar Chosen, the score has increased significantly, and the ranking has risen from 7200th to 98th.)
Upon seeing this ranking, Qin Feng simply smiled faintly.

"Only 98? Looks like there's still a long way to go."

"However, now that we're here, the first place will eventually belong to the human race."

He stood up and looked towards the core area of ​​the "Land of Fallen Gods" shrouded in mist in the distance.

There lie the remains of countless people who attempted to ascend to godhood.

It was also the place where he searched for the ultimate secret of this chosen battlefield.

(End of this chapter)