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The thunderclouds dispersed.

The three hundred thousand miles of empty space returned to deathly silence.

Lin Feng hovered in place, the three illusory images of laws around him slowly receding, the dark gold and purple gold intertwined light patterns sinking into his skin and returning to their inner state.

The aura of an Immortal First Tier was firmly and steadily locked within his body.

He looked down at his hands.

Beneath the newly formed skin, the immortal bone patterns deep within the bones quieted down, but the sense of power emanating from the marrow was on a completely different level from before.

The Myriad Calamities Halberd lay horizontally beside him.

The two immortal halberd patterns on the halberd body alternate between light and dark, emitting a deep hum.

Lin Feng turned around and looked at the seventeenth crack.

The 100,000-kilometer gap in space is still there.

Although the giant eye is dead, the crack itself has not healed, and a large amount of abyssal energy is still seeping out.

He raised his hand.

The dark gold bone shuttle flew out and precisely pierced the spatial nodes around the rift.

The array patterns spread out, and the law of devouring seeped into the gaps, beginning to stitch them together.

Unlike the previous sixteen cracks, this time he did not use brute force to suppress them, but instead used the understanding of immortal-level laws to repair the torn spatial barrier layer by layer.

The crack is closing.

The moment the last gap closed, the bone shuttle flew back and hovered behind Lin Feng.

Seventeen cracks, all destroyed.

Tens of thousands of miles away, the Golden-Armored Sword Saint and Elder Zhao maintained a distance from which they observed each other.

Only after the thunderclouds completely dissipated did the two exchange a glance and slowly approach each other.

The Sword Saint walked ahead, his steps were slow.

I don't know how to face Raymond Lam.

Just an hour ago, he still regarded Lin Feng as a junior who needed protection.

This junior has just finished eating a sixth-tier Immortal Abyss Giant Eye, and now he's devouring the Silent Black Lightning that hasn't appeared for 30,000 years as a tonic.

The Sword Saint stopped a hundred meters away from Lin Feng.

He hesitated for a moment, then sheathed his sword and clasped his hands in a fist salute.

He himself was stunned for a moment when he made this gesture. A sixth-tier Immortal, bowing to a first-tier Immortal.

"Raymond Lam".

The Sword Saint's voice was a little hoarse.

"I underestimated you at the first crack."

Lin Feng turned around and glanced at him.

"fine."

Just two words.

There was no formality, nor was there any attempt to curry favor.

The Sword Saint was more at ease, as he hated all sorts of empty talk.

Old Zhao stepped forward, his gaze sweeping over Lin Feng several times.

The old man didn't clasp his hands in a fist salute, but he rested his scepter on his side and bowed slightly.

This gesture is more significant than simply clasping your hands in a fist.

Old Zhao lived for 1,700 years and was at the seventh level of immortality.

In the entire empire, there were no more than five people who could command his respect.

"I have a question."

Old Zhao stared at Lin Feng. "When you bravely faced the heavenly tribulation just now, was it a spur-of-the-moment decision, or had it been planned all along?"

Lin Feng thought for a moment.

"It was decided three breaths before the lightning struck."

Old Zhao fell silent.

Three breaths.

Within three breaths, he determined that the Annihilation Black Lightning could be transformed by the Law of Devouring; within three breaths, he decided to use the Heavenly Tribulation to temper his entire skeletal system; within three breaths, he abandoned all defense and took the hit head-on with his physical body.

This cannot be explained simply by being bold.

This is absolute trust in one's own laws, coupled with a heart ready to gamble with one's life at any moment.

"young people."

Old Zhao withdrew his gaze, his respect evident in his tone.

"I have cultivated for 1,700 years, and today I have finally seen the light."

Lin Feng nodded without saying anything more.

He brought up the Star Ring and glanced at the condition of the seventeen cracks.

All displays are closed. Then switch to the communication channel.

The public channels are buzzing.

The communication records of the Imperial fleets scrolled up densely, with the same few keywords appearing repeatedly.

"Raymond Lam".

"one person."

"Seventeen places."

"immortal."

He turned off the public channels and turned on the military's encrypted communications.

A holographic image of the deputy commander popped up.

Lin Feng noticed that the second-in-command of the Imperial Military Department was sitting in a completely different posture than last time.

During the last communication, the deputy commander leaned back in his chair, his posture casual, like a superior looking at a junior.

He is now sitting very upright, with his hands on the table and his body leaning slightly forward.

This is a level-headed posture.

"Raymond Lam".

The deputy commander's voice was steady, but his speaking speed was half a beat faster than usual.

"All breaches have been confirmed to be sealed. The Imperial Military Headquarters, on behalf of all twelve legions across the territory, formally expresses its gratitude to you."

Lin Feng waited for him to say the next sentence.

The deputy commander paused for a moment.

"From now on, your security clearance is upgraded to the highest level of security in the Empire. At the same time, I have signed an order in the name of the Deputy Commander."

A document popped up on the holographic projection, with the dark gold imperial military emblem printed at the top, followed by the deputy commander's signature and spiritual imprint certification.

Lin Feng glanced at the contents.

The command was very short, consisting of only one sentence.

"Within the Empire, no force or individual may defy Lin Feng's will. Those who do so will be punished as traitors."

After reading it, Lin Feng looked up and asked.

"Will this order be enough to control the Augustus family?"

"Augustus himself is wanted by the Empire, and his family's home planet was taken over by the Seventh Fleet three days ago. They can't cause any trouble."

"I'm not asking if they can turn the world upside down."

Lin Feng asked again, his tone firm.

"My question is, will this order work?"

The deputy commander remained silent for two breaths.

"It works."

"I vouch for this as the Vice Commander-in-Chief of the Empire."

Lin Feng nodded and turned off the communication.

The holographic projection disappeared.

Old Zhao listened to the whole thing from the side, glancing at the Sword Saint and then at Lin Feng's gesture of turning off the communication.

Throughout the entire conversation, Lin Feng neither expressed his gratitude nor pledged his loyalty, nor did he show any excitement regarding the Empire's highest level of secrecy.

Old Zhao suddenly chuckled: "You rascal, you really have no sense of romance."

Lin Feng rolled his eyes at him, ignoring the teasing.

Lin Feng put away his battle halberd.

He brought up the system panel, where his internal condition was clearly displayed.

Immortal Tier 1, with a solid foundation, perfected three laws, and fully covered by immortal bone patterns.

Most of the energy in the Abyss Emperor Crystal remained unrefined and settled at the bottom of his dantian.

His gaze swept across the status panel and landed on the bottom line of small gray text.

[Abyss Star Prison - Token Bearer Authority: Activated. Seventh Layer Treasure Vault Coordinates: Recorded.]

[Note: An abnormal mental fluctuation has been detected in the deepest layer of the Star Prison; the source is unknown.]

Lin Feng stared at the last line of text for three breaths.

Last time I broke into the Star Prison, I was almost killed by that giant hand.

He is now at the first level of Immortal.

Facing that giant hand again, the odds of victory have greatly increased.

Lin Feng turned off the panel.

Outside the Void Graveyard, the remaining eight warships of the Twelfth Fleet were slowly approaching.

The acting commander on the bridge finally mustered the courage to open the communications.

"Mr. Lin... Mr. Lin Feng, the Twelfth Fleet thanks you for your rescue. Would you like to return to the core star system aboard the flagship?"

Lin Feng glanced at the eight battered warships.

"Need not."

The space beneath his feet distorted, and a warp portal opened.

Before leaving, he glanced at Old Zhao. "Old man, what was that lightning called again?"

"Silent Black Lightning".

"Let me know in advance if there's another one like this."

"This isn't enough for us this time."

Old Zhao: "..."

Sword Saint: "..."

The dark golden figure stepped into the warp portal and disappeared into the void.

Old Zhao stood there for a long time, leaning on his cane.

"Old Zhao."

"You've lived for 1,700 years, have you ever seen someone like this?"

Old Zhao shook his head.

"no."

"But I read a word in ancient classics."

"What?"

"A born jinx."

Old Zhao looked up in the direction Lin Feng had disappeared, his gaze complex. "From the enemy's perspective..."

And at the far edge of the star field, in the deepest part of the Abyss Star Prison.

Those blood-red eyes, dormant for countless years, blinked slowly in the darkness.

A deep laugh echoed from the bottom of the endless abyss.

"They've become immortal!"

"That would be interesting."