Chapter 617 - 212: The Great Battle Zone Competition Begins! A Thousand-Year Tournament! Goal: Top 100! The Empire’s Pinnacle Tournament
Chapter 617: Chapter 212: The Great Battle Zone Competition Begins! A Thousand-Year Tournament! Goal: Top 100! The Empire’s Pinnacle Tournament
"Qin Feng, do you know the rules of the Great War Zone?"
Qin Feng shook his head and answered frankly, "I do not."
"Haha..."
For the first time, a nearly inaudible hint of amusement colored the boundless voice.
"The Great War Zone is called a competition, but it is truly for cultivation.
All participants will gain unimaginable benefits there.
It holds vast cultivation resources, Martial Dao imprints left by powerful predecessors, and the chance to battle countless members of the Alien Races.
You will all enter at the planet level. If you can endure to the end and fight your way into the top one hundred, then by the time you leave, your strength will have been honed to the peak of the galaxy level."
"After that, you will go to the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races and seek an opportunity in blood and fire to break through to the black hole level.
Then, you will try to forge your own path, imprinting your Dao upon the Cosmos and breaking through to the Domain Master realm."
Here, the Heaven-Devouring King’s voice paused. Then, in a flat, matter-of-fact tone, he said something that would shatter the worldview of countless Martial Artists.
"Remember this: on the path of the Martial Dao, the Domain Lord Level is the true beginning."
At these words, a wry expression appeared on Qin Feng’s face.
He clearly remembered back on Morning Star, when he had first learned of the Martial Dao, Master Gu Yue had told him that the path began at the Fourth Level of Enlightenment Realm.
Later, at Cannan Star Martial Arts University, his master, Yu Han, told him the planet level was the true beginning. That was the point where one gained the right to cross the Star Sea and explore the Cosmos, where one’s very being underwent a qualitative leap, and where one began to cultivate Mental Power.
And now, this master he had never met, a supreme existence of the Human Race at the Sealing King level, was telling him that the *Domain Lord Level* was the real beginning.
’Perhaps this is what they mean by your perspective determining your reality,’ he thought.
The view from different heights, and the starting points defined from them, were worlds apart.
"I understand."
Qin Feng focused his mind and nodded solemnly again.
"Mm. Good."
The illusory figure seemed extremely satisfied with his reaction. "Then it is settled. Remember well everything I have told you today."
"I will be waiting for you on the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races."
The moment his voice faded, the white-robed figure seated amidst the nebula, along with the magnificent stellar background, dissolved into motes of light and vanished from the meditation chamber.
The ripples from the Subspace communication subsided, and silence returned.
Qin Feng remained seated cross-legged, unmoving for a long while.
The conversation had lasted only a few minutes, but the sheer volume of information had completely reshaped his once-clear plans for the future.
The top one hundred in the Great War Zone, abandoning his Warband, traveling to the distant Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races... A path fraught with uncertainty and peril, one that led to supreme power, was slowly unfurling before him.
Ten years.
He only had ten years to fully prepare for this path.
After the communication ended, the meditation chamber once again fell silent.
’The Domain Master level is the starting point, and the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races is the true stage.’
Qin Feng slowly let out a breath, settling his turbulent thoughts.
The path ahead was clear, but every step he took still needed to be firm and steady.
With a thought, he connected to his Subspace Network storage unit.
A long spear with a simple, ancient design and a dull, dark body floated silently in a pocket of void space.
This was his exclusive Divine Weapon, a masterpiece forged for him by the Empire’s highest Master’s Hall. It had taken them a century to create, using the core skeleton of a juvenile Star Devourer as the primary material, fused with the ultimate treasure, Celestial Derivation Alloy, and over a hundred other rare materials.
Qin Feng’s consciousness reached out, touching it gently.
HUMMM—
The Long Spear let out a soft hum as it instantly crossed the boundary between the virtual and the real, materializing in his palm.
It felt reassuringly heavy. The shaft’s surface was covered in fine, naturally formed patterns that resembled the trajectories of stars. It was smooth and warm to the touch, yet it contained a terrifying sharpness, enough to tear stars asunder.
"Celestial Derivation Soldiers..."
Qin Feng muttered to himself.
The data on this Divine Weapon had long been imprinted in his mind.
’Its conduction efficiency for Mental Power and Spiritual Energy has reached theoretical perfection. It can also continuously absorb various precious materials to grow and evolve on its own.’
’Most importantly, a Celestial Derivation Soldier isn’t restricted to a single, fixed form.’
With a flicker of his will, he slowly infused his Mental Power into the spear’s shaft.
The next moment, something incredible happened.
The dull Long Spear seemed to melt into a pool of liquid metal, rapidly shifting and reshaping itself in his palm.
In a mere instant, a Long Saber with a chilling glint took shape. The unique patterns from the Star Devourer’s skeleton flowed across the blade, radiating a grim, murderous aura.
Then, the blade melted again, stretching and extending into a heavy, unadorned staff. Its body was seamless, looking as if it could shatter a mountain with a single blow.
Daggers, a War Axe, a greatsword, chains...
Guided by Qin Feng’s Mental Power, the Celestial Derivation Soldier shifted through myriad forms. Each one was flawless—its center of gravity, its edge, and its structure for channeling force all reached the pinnacle for that type of weapon.
"This is perfect."
A satisfied smile touched Qin Feng’s lips as the liquid metal in his palm solidified back into the Long Spear form he knew best.
’The path of the Martial Dao is vast and profound,’ he mused. ’If I want to go further and become a true grandmaster, I can’t limit myself to just the Long Spear.’
He gripped the Long Spear, his gaze deep as his thoughts drifted toward the distant future.
’From the most basic techniques of muscle control to the deeper construction of Mental Power-Spiritual Energy aggregation modules; from releasing the pressure of my Will to condensing Martial Dao True Intent, and finally, to constructing my own Spirit Realm... To keep climbing the path of the Martial Dao, I must be all-embracing, studying countless martial disciplines to draw parallels and achieve true mastery.’