Chapter 733 - 231: A Hundred Years for the Qin Feng-Caesar Alliance; Qin Feng’s Move and Minor Accomplishment in the Level 8 Killing Technique
Chapter 733: Chapter 231: A Hundred Years for the Qin Feng-Caesar Alliance; Qin Feng’s Move and Minor Accomplishment in the Level 8 Killing Technique
Over the following decade, Qin Feng traveled between the nineteen high-grade Constant Star-level Resource Points that had just been incorporated into the alliance’s territory.
Each Resource Point represented an unknown Star Realm, containing its own unique laws.
One was a "Sea of Thunderstorms" suspended in the void, condensed from the pure Thunder Law.
Another was the "Heart of a White Dwarf Star," which was entering its final stages of decay, its core continuously collapsing and emitting pure gravitational waves.
There were also resources from the Insect Race, Green-skins, and even the Mechanical Race and Starry Sky Giant Beasts.
Relying on his formidable strength, which was now on a completely different level, Qin Feng fully explored each of these top-tier Resource Points. These were places that would have taken Planet-level Martial Artists hundreds, if not thousands, of years to investigate completely.
He plundered all of their transportable core resources. The haul was so immense it would drive any expert who had just reached the Constant Star-level into a frenzy.
After thoroughly exploring all nineteen of his high-grade Constant Star-level Resource Points, Qin Feng returned to the frozen planet he had long considered his personal training ground, entering the deepest part of the ice cavern.
He sat cross-legged and began a long, deep period of seclusion, focusing all his energy on absorbing the immense gains of the past decade.
At the same time, Qin Feng still separated a wisp of Mental Power, so faint it was nearly imperceptible. Like an invisible spiderweb, it monitored the cultivation progress of the hundreds of millions of Martial Artists under his alliance via the Subspace private network.
He knew full well that an alliance held together by force, mutual interest, and prestige was inherently fragile.
During times of peace, free from the pressure of an external war, all sorts of problems could easily fester.
He had to ensure that while he was in seclusion, the alliance’s operations wouldn’t encounter any hitches serious enough to shake its very foundations.
Time flew by during this grueling yet fulfilling period of cultivation.
Qin Feng was completely immersed in the thrill of his rapidly increasing strength.
Like a giant vortex, he voraciously absorbed the massive quantities of high-grade resources stored in his Subspace unit.
Then, using the Ten-Complete Hand, a technique he wielded with ever-increasing mastery, he refined and purified these impure yet immense energies with near-perfect efficiency, converting them all into the purest nourishment for constructing his [Immortal Tower].
And so, within his sea of consciousness, the colossal tower representing the foundation of his Martial Dao grew taller, wider, and more solid at a visible rate.
「One hundred years passed in the blink of an eye.」
When his period of seclusion came to an end, Qin Feng slowly opened his eyes, concluding his long stretch of cultivation.
[Ten-Complete Hand (Initiate)]
[Proficiency: 8/100]
’The proficiency of my Ten-Complete Hand has successfully increased by another seven points.’
’As my proficiency increases, my use of this Supreme Nourishing Technique has become more and more effortless, and my understanding of it continues to deepen.’
Qin Feng mused to himself.
’As for my [Immortal Tower]... its height has successfully reached ten thousand light-years.’
However, as he reviewed his cultivation progress, his brow furrowed slightly.
’A full one hundred years, consuming the core output of nineteen high-grade Constant Star-level Resource Points, just to build the tower to a height of ten thousand light-years.’
’This speed is indeed a bit slow.’
’At this rate, I’ll need at least another thousand years to build the tower to one hundred thousand light-years, the minimum standard for Galaxy-level.’
’Not to mention, after that, I’ll need to spend an even longer time repeatedly tempering it until it finally turns pure gold.’
Qin Feng once again felt immense pressure.
After all, the standard his master, the Heaven-Devouring King, had set for him was to not only break into the top one hundred of the major war zone by the competition’s end, but also to elevate his cultivation to the Galaxy-level!
And from the look of things, those two goals were practically equivalent—to secure a spot in the final top one hundred, one would need genuine, bona fide Galaxy-level strength at a minimum!
However, this wasn’t a dead end.
’As the competition progresses, according to the rules, more and more top-tier Resource Points with increasingly high energy levels will appear within the major war zone.’
’Even the legendary ’Galaxy-level’ resources will start to appear.’
’At that point, the rate of my power growth will surely see another explosive surge.’
’If all goes well, there’s still hope I can reach Galaxy-level by the end of the competition.’
Qin Feng stood up, silently calculating the time.
By now, a full five hundred and ten years had passed since the competition began.
Originally, he and Caesar had agreed he would go into seclusion to cultivate for one hundred years.
As it turned out, just collecting the resources from the nineteen high-grade Constant Star-level Resource Points had taken him a full ten years.
Afterward, he spent another hundred years absorbing those resources.
All in all, he had spent a total of one hundred and ten years.
"Hm?"
Just as he was about to contact Caesar to discuss their next move, he habitually opened the Subspace Private Domain Forum and glanced at the system messages on his Identity Jade Token.
What he saw revealed some unexpected, major changes.