High Martial Arts: Liver Becomes the Master of the Universe

Chapter 413 Frostmourne, the Sage Master
The second level of the God-Chosen Battlefield: the Spirit Realm.

Passing through the gray, dimly lit gate, Qin Feng stepped into a desolate world.

There is no sun here, only a pale, broken moon hanging in the leaden gray sky.

The earth was paved with countless grayish-white ashes, which made a teeth-grinding "crunch" sound when stepped on. The air was filled not with the stench of decay, but with a chilling cold that could freeze the soul.

"This is the outer perimeter of the Fallen Gods' Land?"

The God-Slaying Spear in Qin Feng's hand trembled slightly, and the dark red blood groove flowing on the spear seemed to be extremely excited about the environment.

"Full of resentment. It seems the guy who died here back then was quite unwilling to accept it."

Ten kilometers ahead, a gray wall, tens of thousands of feet high, stands tall.

That wasn't a stone wall, nor an iron wall.

That is the Wall of Sighs.

A wall made up of hundreds of millions of distorted faces and souls.

They struggled and wriggled within the walls, emitting silent screams. Each face represented a creature that had perished in the war of the gods.

As soon as Qin Feng approached, the massive mental shockwave struck like a tsunami.

Countless shrill cries pierced his mind:
"Why...why wasn't it a god who died..."

"It's so cold... I need some more warmth..."

"Stay...become a part of us..."

If it were an ordinary chosen one, or even a Saint Realm expert, facing this level of mental pollution, their Dao heart would probably collapse instantly, turning them into a new mask on the wall.

In the live stream, even those watching from behind a screen felt dizzy and some even started vomiting.

"Heh, the Wailing Wall is the Lich King's masterpiece. It's not just a physical barrier, but also a mental black hole. This human may be physically invincible, but on a spiritual level..."

"Look! He stopped! Is he being possessed by a vengeful spirit?"

"Inevitable. The human soul is the most fragile thing. Without faith and divinity, it's like a piece of fresh meat thrown into a pack of hungry wolves."

However, Qin Feng did stop.

He stood at the foot of the wall, looking up at the distorted faces.

There was no fear in his eyes, but rather a hint of... pity?

"It's noisy."

Qin Feng spoke calmly.

Immediately afterwards, a golden light suddenly shone from between his eyebrows.

That was the "brilliance of a teacher" accumulated from his preaching in the Terra Council for ten thousand years, and also the embodiment of his perfected soul.

"quiet."

A single word, as resounding as a great bell.

The golden light spread instantly from Qin Feng to the entire Wall of Sighs.

Those faces, which had been contorted in agony and screaming, became eerily quiet the moment they touched the golden light. The resentment on their faces vanished, replaced by a bewildered sense of relief.

“Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.”

Qin Feng slammed his spear into the ground.

"Since you're dead, don't come out and embarrass yourself."

Snap—Boom!

Amidst the horrified gazes of all races, the Sighing Wall, which had stood for countless epochs, suddenly cracked open with a massive fissure in the middle.

Countless souls vanished as specks of light.

This isn't a trial; it's clearly a ritual for the deceased!
"He...he broke through the Wall of Sighs with his curses?"

"It wasn't an insult, it was a statement that carried the weight of law! His mastery of the laws of the soul even suppressed the resentment here!"

As the wall collapsed, the view behind it was finally revealed.

It was a throne made of bones, suspended in mid-air.

Seated on the throne was a terrifying being clad in icy armor and wielding a runic magic sword.

The Lich King Arthas (a demigod projection).

The Lich King slowly opened his eyes, his pupils burning with icy blue soul fire.

He slowly rose to his feet, his demonic sword, Frostmourne, pointing at Qin Feng.

In an instant, the temperature within a radius of a thousand miles plummeted to absolute zero. The spiritual energy in the air froze into ice crystals, which then fluttered down.

"The living..."

The Lich King's voice seemed to come from the deepest hell, carrying a heavy echo.

"How dare you disturb the peace of the dead."

"Kneel down. Offer your soul, and I may grant you eternal service."

As he spoke, the ground began to shake.

Countless skeletal hands burst forth from the ground.

In the blink of an eye, an undead army numbering over a million surrounded Qin Feng. This army included not only skeleton soldiers, but also bone dragons, death knights, and even several liches exuding an aura of holiness.

This is the Scourge of the Dead.

One person is one country.

Qin Feng stood in the center of the million-strong army, his red cloak fluttering in the cold wind.

He glanced at the densely packed undead around him, and finally his gaze settled on the Lich King.

"A demigod projection?"

Qin Feng shook his head, his tone filled with disappointment.

"It has form but no spirit. At best, it's just a slightly more advanced puppet program."

“Arthas… if your true self were here, perhaps you could withstand three of my shots. But now…”

Qin Feng held the gun in one hand, with the tip pointing diagonally at the ground.

"too weak."

"Insanity!"

The Lich King was enraged. As a projection of a demigod, he possessed an independent and arrogant will.

"The Scourge! Devour him!"

Roar--! ! !
A million undead roared, surging towards Qin Feng like a black tide. Bone dragons spewed icy breath, and death knights launched their charge.

In the live stream, everyone's heart was in their throat.

This is a million-strong army charging forward! And it's happening in the Spirit Realm, the home ground of the undead!

Qin Feng made a move.

He did not use any large-scale energy bombardment.

He simply took a step forward.

Asura Purgatory.

boom! ! !
A tangible, blood-red aura of malevolence erupted from Qin Feng's center.

That wasn't energy; it was pure killing intent.

It is the "Killing God Domain" that Qin Feng condensed after slaughtering billions of lives on the battlefield of myriad races.

The 100,000 skeleton soldiers at the forefront were instantly reduced to dust upon contact with this malevolent energy, leaving not even ashes behind.

The bone dragons that swooped down had their soul fires flickering violently in their eye sockets. Then, they let out terrified cries in mid-air and abruptly stopped, not daring to approach within a hundred meters of Qin Feng.

The dead should have no fear.

But Qin Feng's murderous aura was more terrifying than death itself.

"roll."

Qin Feng gave a soft shout.

The malevolent energy transformed into a raging wind, forcefully carving a path to the throne through the million-strong army.

The spirits on both sides trembled and knelt on the ground, as if welcoming their king.

Qin Feng stepped on bone powder and walked step by step toward the Lich King.

"Your little brother doesn't seem to be very obedient."

Qin Feng looked up, his eyes cold.

"Now it is your turn."

The soulfire in the Lich King's eyes flickered violently.

He felt threatened. Extremely threatened.

"good very good!"

"You are worthy to make me draw my sword!"

The Lich King leaped from his throne, and Frostmourne in his hand burst forth with a dazzling blue light.

"Divine Skill: Soul Freeze!"

This sword strike did not sever the physical body, but rather the cause and effect, and the soul.

Wherever the sword light passed, time seemed to freeze. A black crack appeared in space, a mark that even the rules of space had been frozen and shattered.

Faced with this attack involving the "laws of demigods".

Qin Feng did not dodge.

He slowly raised the God-Slaying Spear in his hand.

The movements weren't fast, but they possessed a natural rhythm.

"Playing with the soul?"

Qin Feng's lips curled into a mocking smile.

"Let me show you what true...soul annihilation is."

Marksmanship: Return to Nothingness.

There was no earth-shattering explosion.

There was only a faint red light.

A faint yet highly concentrated red light bloomed at the tip of the Godslayer Spear.

It ignored the boundless ice, the frozen spacetime, and even the Lich King's seemingly indestructible demigod armor.

Ding.

The tips of the spear and the sword collided in mid-air.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

Followed by.

Click.

A crisp sound echoed throughout the entire spirit realm.

The legendary demonic sword, Frostmourne, began to crumble inch by inch, starting from its tip.

The red light continued its relentless advance, following the broken sword and piercing directly into the Lich King's brow.

"No...this is impossible..."

The Lich King froze.

He stared in disbelief at the tiny human being before him.

"What kind of power is this..."

"This is not psionic energy...this is...the primordial..."

Qin Feng holstered his gun and turned around.

"Knowing too much about the dead is of no benefit."

boom!
The Lich King's ten-meter-tall demigod body burst instantly, like a punctured balloon, the moment Qin Feng turned around.

There was no flesh and blood, only pure soul energy scattered throughout the sky.

The floating skeletal throne also collapsed.

The million-strong undead army let out a final wail the moment their overlord fell, before turning to ashes and vanishing.

One shot.

Slay the demigod projection.

The Cataclysmic Calamity of the Undead has been annihilated. [System Announcement (All Servers):]

[Shocking! Qin Feng, the Chosen One of Humanity, has successfully defeated the regional boss: the Lich King (a demigod projection).]

Time taken: 3 minutes and 45 seconds.

[Battle damage: 0.]

[Rating: EX Rank (Prototype of a Godslayer)]

The Wanzu Channel has become completely silent.

This time, there wasn't even a sound of mockery or doubt.

Only profound despair.

A demigod... even a projection is still an existence that touches upon the realm of gods.

How could someone not even last a single move against this human?
The divine son of the gods stared at the screen, his wine glass shattering in his hand.

"The threat level of the human race must be reassessed... This Qin Feng is probably beyond what a Venerable can define."

Qin Feng stood amidst the ruins, making a gesture with one hand.

Where the Lich King exploded, a multifaceted crystal emitting an icy blue glow slowly drifted down.

[A faint fragment of divine essence (death/ice)].

"Although it has many impurities, it can still be considered a rare item."

Qin Feng put it away, not in a hurry to use it. Saving it for the "spark of civilization" at the stronghold to absorb would be far more effective than refining it himself, granting the entire human race resistance to the rules of death.

Besides the fragments of divinity, there was also a massive amount of soul essence floating in the air.

That was a gift left behind after the million-strong undead army vanished.

"suck."

Qin Feng opened his mouth and took a breath.

The essence of the soul surged into his body like a whale sucking water.

However, he did not convert it into his own cultivation, but instead used the rules of the God-Chosen Battlefield to transform it into pure "national fortune nourishment".

【mission completed. 】

【Rewards:】

Core item: [Divine Shard (weak)].

Special blueprint: [Hall of Heroes] (Can resurrect fallen heroes and transform them into heroic warriors).

National Fortune Feedback (Core Rewards):

[Soul Barrier]: Increases the soul strength of all human members by 50%. Immune to all mind control, fear, and charm effects below grade B.

[Psychic Awareness]: The intuition of all humans is greatly enhanced. 10% of the population will awaken the talent of "Spiritual Vision" or "Mental Interference".

【Unwavering Will】: When facing dire straits, the willpower of all human race members is forcibly increased by 20, with a very high probability of triggering the "Explosive" state.

A hint of satisfaction flashed in Qin Feng's eyes as he looked at the rewards.

"Soul barrier... excellent. In this way, in the future, when facing those gods who like to manipulate faith, humanity will no longer be lambs to the slaughter."

As the golden pillar of light shot into the sky once more, humanity in the real universe underwent a transformation concerning the "soul."

This is a silent evolution.

Unlike physical strength or technological breakthroughs, the enhancement of the soul manifests itself in the most subtle and desperate moments.

Deep in the Mariana Trench, the deep-sea submersible "Explorer".

The red warning light was flashing wildly.

“Oxygen leak... Power system paralyzed... Depth 10900 meters.”

Zhao Min huddled in the cold cockpit, surrounded by absolute darkness and terrifying water pressure strong enough to crush a tank.

In such a confined deep-sea environment, a person's mind would typically collapse within ten minutes, causing hallucinations, and then leading to suicide.

"Am I going to die...?"

Zhao Min's teeth chattered; immense fear gripped her throat like an invisible hand. In the darkness, it seemed as if countless monstrous tentacles were pounding against the glass.

Just as her mind was about to break down.

[Soul Barrier] is active.

[Unwavering Will] Activated.

Sudden.

The fear vanished.

Zhao Min's eyes changed from unfocused to clear, even sharp.

She felt a warm power welling up from the depths of her soul, dispelling all illusions and coldness.

"What are you afraid of?"

She spoke calmly to herself, her voice eerily steady.

"As long as you're still alive, there's a chance."

She groped in the dark, and with the help of her superhuman intuition from her psychic abilities, she accurately located a loose cable in the backup circuit.

Click.

connected.

The backup power supply kicks in, and the searchlights illuminate.

The light pierced the darkness of the deep sea.

Zhao Min looked at the strange fish swimming by outside the window, a smile playing on her lips.

"Want to eat me? Maybe in your next life."

Qingshan Mental Sanatorium, Intensive Care Unit.

In Ah-Dai's world, there are always countless voices arguing. Some tell him to kill, some tell him to jump off a building. He curls up in a corner, screaming with his head in his hands.

"Get out of here! All of you, get out of here!"

The doctors shook their heads, preparing to give him a sedative.

Just as the needle was about to pierce the skin.

Golden light shone down on Ah-Dai.

The noisy, chaotic, and evil sounds suddenly fell silent.

Ah Dai was stunned.

He slowly raised his head, the madness in his eyes receding like the tide, replaced by a childlike clarity.

His soul strength increased by 50%, enough to suppress those morbid brainwave disorders.

Not only that.

He looked at the doctor in front of him and suddenly said, "Dr. Li, the pocket watch in your pocket has stopped."

Dr. Li was taken aback, took it out and looked at it, and sure enough, it had stopped.

"how do you know?"

Ah-Dai pointed to the air: "I hear... the sadness of gears stopping turning."

This is the prototype of "spiritual vision" and "communication with all things".

The former madman has now become a genius who can hear the voice of all things.

Ah-Dai stood up and straightened his hospital gown.

"I want to be discharged from the hospital. I want to write poetry."

The Supreme Court, the scene of a trial of the century.

In the dock, the chaebol heir who had committed heinous crimes was weeping and confessing, claiming that he had been coerced.

His acting was so superb that even the jury was moved.

Only Judge Chen had a furrowed brow. He felt something was amiss, but couldn't find any evidence.

at this time.

The feedback from the nation's destiny has arrived.

Judge Chen felt a heat between his eyebrows.

He looked again at the weeping defendant.

The world has changed.

What he saw was not tears, but a black mass, exuding a foul stench, enveloping the defendant.

Every time the defendant told a lie, the black cloud would churn and take on a mocking shape.

In the depths of the defendant's eyes, Judge Chen saw extreme indifference and smugness.

"This is... clairvoyance?"

Judge Chen understood. He could see the color of the soul directly.

Lies have nowhere to hide from the soul.

"quiet."

Judge Chen struck the gavel.

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a soul-piercing pressure (enhanced by a soul barrier).

“Defendant, there is no remorse in your tears, only scheming.”

"Your defense is dismissed. Based on logical flaws (combined with the previous intellectual enhancements), this court hereby pronounces its verdict..."

At that moment, justice was no longer late, nor could it be obscured.

……

The transformation of the human race is comprehensive.

Its physical body is like a dragon, its wisdom like a demon, and now even its soul is as solid as a rock.

The prototype of a perfect warrior race is slowly emerging under the influence of the Chosen Battlefield.

The chosen battlefield, deep within the spirit realm.

After Qin Feng finished dealing with the Lich King's loot, he did not return the way he came.

He looked at the spot where the throne had once stood, where a downward spiral staircase had appeared, leading to deeper darkness.

"The demigods are just doormen."

"The interesting thing is what's down there."

The system prompt sounds at the right time.

【Ding. 】

[The Wall of Sighs has been detected as broken.]

[Hidden area unlocked: Silent Corridor.]

[Triggering a series of puzzle quests: The Lost Truth.]

[Mission Description: Before the war of the gods, this was a library where the gods stored "forbidden knowledge." Later, the gods fell, and the library sank into the abyss of the spirit world. Only by passing the test of "truth and lies" can one enter the core area.]

[Mission Objective: Find and bring back an ancient book titled "The Primal Sin".]

[Hint: Force is prohibited here. This is a game of rules and logic.]

Time limit: 12 hours.

[Opponent Faction: Mysterious Demons (Specializes in rule-based killing, immune to physical/energy attacks).]

"Prohibition of force? The library?"

Qin Feng sheathed the God-Slaying Spear, his murderous aura instantly vanished, and his refined and easygoing demeanor returned.

He straightened his collar, looking like a scholar going to an appointment.

"Just right."

"Too much fighting and killing gets boring."

"Since this is a place for reasoning..."

Qin Feng stepped onto the dark spiral staircase, a confident smile playing on his lips.

"When it comes to reasoning, I am the 'Supreme Teacher' who has preached for ten thousand years in the Terra Council."

As Qin Feng's figure disappeared into the darkness, the atmosphere in the live stream suddenly changed.

(End of this chapter)