Swallowing the Stars: I'll Destroy the Universe with My Talent Attributes

"At the realm of the Realm Lord, the inner world is the foundation, the understanding of the laws is the pillar, and the power of the world is the beam. As long as the world is not destroyed, the Realm Lord will not die; as long as the laws are not broken, the combat power will not decline; as long as the power of the world is like the sea, one can fight beyond one's level."

The opening chapters clearly state the core of a Realm Lord: the quality of the inner world, the depth of one's understanding of the laws, and the total amount of world power—these three factors collectively determine one's strength.

Qin Yuan continued reading:

"For ordinary realm masters, the world diameter is 300 kilometers as a baseline. With each advancement of one level, the world expands by 100 kilometers. However, this is the way of the mortals. True powerhouses nourish their world with the laws and let the world feed back into the laws, forming a cycle."

"When I first became a Realm Lord, the world was 500 kilometers in diameter. It was constructed using the laws of starlight and space, and the quality and quantity of its power were several times greater than those of other realms. Based on this, I created the technique of 'Astral Projection,' which can project a part of the world within my body into reality to suppress powerful enemies."

Upon seeing this, Qin Yuan's eyes lit up. The situation when the Star God King first entered the realm was so similar to his own!

His inner world has a diameter of 820 kilometers and is constructed using four laws: starlight, space, lightning, and time. The total power of his inner world far exceeds that of an ordinary world lord at the first level.

As time passed, Qin Yuan's cultivation level rose from the initial stage of the first level of the Realm Lord to the peak of the first level.

The inner world also began to expand.

830 kilometers, 850 kilometers, 880 kilometers...

When all resources are exhausted, the diameter of the inner world stops at nine hundred kilometers!

The total amount of World Power increased by about 40%, and its purity also improved significantly.

Qin Yuan could sense that he had firmly established himself at the peak of the first level of the Realm Lord, with only one step away from the second level.

"It's time to go out and get some exercise."

Qin Yuan left the underground chamber.

The spaceship remained silently on the planet's surface. Xinghe reported: "Master, in the past month, seventeen teams have been detected passing through the vicinity, three of which stopped at the entrance of the Myriad Races Cemetery. Based on energy signature analysis, one is a demon race, one is a mechanical race, and one is of unknown identity, suspected to be a human mercenary group."

"Human mercenary group?"

Qin Yuan raised an eyebrow. "Do you have any detailed information?"

"With only energy readings, we cannot determine their specific identities. However, there is a World Lord-level expert in the group, at least a third-tier World Lord."

Who could it be, a human mercenary group at the third level of the Realm Lord?

Qin Yuan suddenly remembered Yan Feng.

The Spark Squad said they were going to explore other secret realms, I wonder how that is going. However, Yan Feng probably hasn't broken through to the Realm Lord level yet, so this team is unlikely to be them.

"Never mind, let's get into the cemetery first. Resources are the most important thing."

Qin Yuan piloted the spaceship toward the entrance of the Myriad Races Cemetery.

The Myriad Races Cemetery is located in the triangular area where the three realms of the Wild Universe Kingdom, the Ancient Wheel Universe Kingdom, and the Noah Universe Kingdom meet.

This is a deathly star field, more than a hundred light-years in diameter, formed by countless shattered worlds, remnants of divine kingdoms, and the remains of powerful beings.

The entrance to the cemetery is a massive spatial rift, millions of kilometers wide, pitch black inside, with occasional flashes of eerie light.

Tens of thousands of spaceships from various races floated around the rift, some as large as cities, others as small as dust. All the ships maintained a safe distance, wary of each other.

Qin Yuan parked the spaceship at the edge of the entrance and changed into the "Starfall" outfit: black armor, a half-mask, and his aura was strictly controlled at the first level of the Realm Lord.

As soon as he flew out of the spaceship, he sensed several waves of world power sweeping over him.

Curiosity, wariness, and greed were among the motives. In the lawless land of the Myriad Races Cemetery, murder and robbery were commonplace, and a lone Realm Lord of the First Rank was seen as easy prey by some.

Qin Yuan sneered and released a slight fluctuation of world power. It was not at the level of a first-level world lord, but deliberately simulated the strength of a third-level world lord, while also being mixed with the aura of the three laws of starlight, lightning, and space.

Instantly, those thoughts of spying receded as if electrocuted.

A lone traveler who is suspected to be at the third level of a realm lord and who cultivates multiple types of laws is not someone to be trifled with.

Qin Yuan ignored them and flew to the "registration point" at the entrance. It was a temporary station jointly set up by several major forces. To enter the cemetery, one needed to register their identity, which could be a fake identity, and pay a "management fee" of 5 Mixed Yuan Units.

The registration point was a suspended platform with several staff members of different races standing on it. Qin Yuan chose a human counter.

"Name, faction, level of strength."

The staff member didn't even look up.

"Starfall, the Starfall Mercenary Group under the Cosmic Mercenary Alliance, a first-level Realm Lord."

Qin Yuan gave a false identity.

"First-level Realm Lord?"

The staff member finally looked up and carefully examined Qin Yuan for a few moments. A hint of doubt flashed in his eyes. He had sensed the fluctuations of a third-level Realm Lord just now, so why was he registered as a first-level one?

But he didn't ask any more questions; it was perfectly normal to hide one's strength in a cemetery.

"Management fee is 5 units of mixed yuan. Once inside, you are responsible for your own life and death. There is no limit to the time you can stay. This is a positioning beacon. You can activate it to call for help if you encounter danger, but the rescue team may not be able to arrive in time."

Qin Yuan paid the fee, took the beacon, and flew directly into the spatial rift.

The moment you pass through the crack, the scene before you changes abruptly.

It was no longer a cold, empty universe, but a bizarre and broken world.

Dozens of "suns" of varying sizes floated in the sky; some were fragments of real stars, while others were energy sources formed from the collapse of the inner worlds of powerful beings after their deaths.

The earth is made up of countless fragmented continental plates, with bottomless void rifts between them.

Chaotic fluctuations of laws permeated the air:

In one region, gravity is a billion times greater than the outside world; in another region, time flows abnormally; and further away, spatial turbulence rages.

At the edge of the horizon, seven towering black pyramids, hundreds of thousands of meters high, stand majestically, forming the core area of ​​the cemetery—the "Immortal Mausoleum."

The moment the spaceship completed its third jump and bounced back from the dark universe to its original universe, the scene outside the porthole made Qin Yuan hold his breath slightly.

Even though I had seen descriptions on star charts and heard countless rumors from Mo Yan and Xie Tie, the desolation and deathly silence that overwhelmed me when I saw the "Cemetery of Ten Thousand Races" in person was beyond words.

It was a shattered cosmic graveyard.

As far as the eye could see, there was no intact planet.

Only countless shattered continental plates, star core remnants, and fragments of divine kingdoms, like toys crushed by the hand of a giant god, floated haphazardly in the void.

On some tectonic plates, the ruins of magnificent cities can still be seen; on some star cores, the last of their energy is still burning; and on most other surfaces, there is only cold, dark, and lifeless rock and metal.

The strangest thing is that the light in this area does not come from stars, but from "spiritual fire" floating in the void.

It was a pale blue, eerily burning energy flame, said to be a natural phenomenon formed by the combination of fragments of a powerful being's soul and the laws of nature after their fall.

The spirit fire illuminated the cemetery, but it also brought a deeper sense of gloom.

“The Cemetery of All Races, area numbered CX-001 to CX-999, covers a total area of ​​approximately 128 light-years.”

The spaceship's intelligent star system retrieved detailed data: "According to the detection, there are seven immortal tombs in the core area, more than three hundred remnants of world lord-level inner worlds in the outer area, and the outermost area is the burial ground of countless domain lords."

"What about the energy readings?"

Qin Yuan stood in front of the bridge, his black armor gleaming coldly in the blue light of the spirit fire.

"Chaotic and dangerous."

The Star River report states, "High-intensity law fluctuations, residual soul resentment, spatial turbulence, and time discontinuity have been detected..."

Qin Yuan nodded.

A few days ago, after deciding to go to the Myriad Races Cemetery, Qin Yuan contacted Yan Feng through the virtual universe network.

It's been a long time since I've seen Yanfeng; he's changed a lot.

To Qin Yuan's surprise, with the protection of the family's immortal ancestor, Yan Feng successfully broke through to the first level of the Realm Lord. The Starfire Squad was also upgraded to the "Starfire Mercenary Group," with its members expanding to twelve, making it somewhat famous in the Wild Universe.

So when Qin Yuan proposed to form a team to explore the Cemetery of Ten Thousand Races, Yan Feng agreed almost without hesitation.

"Qin, you saved our entire team, and I will always remember that favor."

In the virtual image, Yan Feng's red eyes blazed like fire.

"Moreover, in a place like the Myriad Races Cemetery, the more powerful an individual there is, the safer it will be. I brought an old team member with me. His name is Xie Zhen. He is a newly entered Realm Lord level and is not good at direct combat, but he is quite strong when he assists the machine. I will also introduce you to a new friend—'You Li' from the Soul Clan. She is a second-level Realm Lord and an expert in soul defense. With her around, the threat from the Wraith Clan in the Cemetery can be reduced by more than half."

Qin Yuan agreed.

Thus, this gathering took place.

"Master, three spaceships have been detected approaching."

The notification sound from Xinghe pulled Qin Yuan back to reality: "Identification signals: Xinghuo (Yanfeng), Xiezhen's 'Mechanical Ark', and an unregistered Soul Clan-style spaceship."

Outside the porthole, three spaceships approached from different directions.

Leading the pack was Yan Feng's Starfire, still with its crimson hull, but three times larger than it had been three years ago, and the flowing flame patterns on its surface were more complex, clearly indicating that it had undergone upgrades and modifications.

Yan Feng himself stood in front of the open hatch, his red hair flying, his aura clearly that of a peak first-level World Lord, much stronger than Qin Yuan's disguised first-level World Lord.

The second one is the "Mechanical Ark" of the Mechs, which is a standard Mech race spaceship with a regular hexahedral structure and its surface is covered with openable armor plates and weapon interfaces.

The mechanical projection of the mechanical vibration floats outside the ship's exterior, with six mechanical arms waving simultaneously to indicate its presence.

The third ship was the most mysterious, its entire body semi-transparent, as if sculpted from crystal, with pale purple spiritual energy flowing through its hull. The hatch opened, and a figure floated out.

Chapter 206 The Wraith Clan

This was the first time Qin Yuan had ever met the Soul Clan.

The Soul Clan woman named You Li has a seven-tenths resemblance to a human, but is more slender and graceful.

She was about 1.8 meters tall and wore a close-fitting purple battle armor with flowing soul patterns on its surface.

What is most striking are her eyes; they have no pupils, only two swirling purple vortexes that seem capable of sucking away the soul of the one who gazes upon them.

Her aura was restrained and profound, and the pressure of a second-level Realm Lord was barely perceptible.

"A falling star?"

You Li's voice rang directly in Qin Yuan's mind, ethereal and otherworldly, "Yan Feng recommended you to me, saying that although you are only at the first level of World Lord, your combat power is extraordinary and you are proficient in many laws."

Qin Yuan nodded slightly: "Miss You Li, it's a pleasure to meet you. I will need to rely on your soul defense ability on this trip."

"Each takes what they need."

You Li's soul floated near Qin Yuan's spaceship: "I need to find 'Soul Source Crystals' in the core of the cemetery. You need resources, so our goals don't conflict. But let me make this clear: if we encounter unavoidable danger, I will prioritize my own safety."

Qin Yuan actually appreciated the Soul Clan's pragmatic approach.

The four people gathered in the conference cabin of the spaceship where Qin Yuan was located.

Yan Feng has changed the most, not only breaking through to the realm master level, but also becoming more composed.