Chapter 758 - 235: 700,000 Light-Year Indestructible Projection, The Difference Between Subspace and Reality! Encountering the Ten Thousand Races’ Celestial Pride
Chapter 758: Chapter 235: 700,000 Light-Year Indestructible Projection, The Difference Between Subspace and Reality! Encountering the Ten Thousand Races’ Celestial Pride
Often, it took Qin Feng several months to completely cleanse a single star system that had been converted into a steel fortress and deliver the final blow.
Refining the Machine Soul Core afterward also required a considerable amount of time.
By the time he had completely absorbed over thirty of these star-level Machine Soul Cores, Qin Feng’s power underwent a truly explosive surge!
The height of his Immortal Tower had skyrocketed from its initial 70,000 light-years to a terrifying 700,000 light-years!
Seven hundred thousand light-years!
This scale far exceeded the scope of an ordinary star system. Even some massive galaxies with vast territories only had diameters of this magnitude.
Of course, this was only the Immortal Tower’s true height within the Subspace.
If it were projected into the physical Cosmos, a giant tower spanning an entire galaxy wouldn’t actually appear. Such a sight would be too exaggerated and would violate the fundamental laws of the Cosmos.
When the Indestructible Projection appeared in the physical Cosmos, all experts who had reached a certain level of power could use their Mental Power to clearly "see" its despair-inducing, boundless, and majestic true height in the depths of the Subspace.
The actual physical visual effect wasn’t nearly as dramatic, but the absolute, spiritual-level suppression it exerted on enemies—a suppression originating from the very foundation of one’s being—was far more terrifying than any mere visual shock!
’The six star system strongholds containing the resurrection points have been completely purged. Next, I can continue clearing out the other Mechanical Race members within our territory of three hundred star systems.’
Qin Feng floated in the void and opened the main battle zone forum for the Cosmic Genius Battle, wanting to check on the situation outside.
He had no idea until he looked, and what he saw was a shock.
The entire forum was a scene of utter misery.
Qin Feng looked at the shocking posts one after another and the current number of participants listed on his Jade Token’s rankings, then did a quick calculation.
The Cosmic Genius Battle, after the initial planet-level free-for-all and resource plundering, hadn’t actually eliminated that many people—only about a tenth of the total participants.
Then came the brutal phase of Star System Alliance conflict. Alliances conquered and annexed one another, and this was where the true sifting began. The total number of participants plummeted, reduced to just one-tenth of the original amount.
A reduction to "one-tenth" might not sound like much, but the initial number of contestants was a staggering five trillion!
After the brutal alliance conflicts, about five hundred billion Martial Artists remained in the competition.
This was still an enormous number.
But now...
Qin Feng looked at his Jade Token, at the total number of remaining contestants updated in real-time by the competition’s system. He found that the number had become a shocking—fifty billion!
The Mechanical Race had only arrived ten years ago!
In just ten years, the total number of contestants had plummeted by another ninety percent!
This number meant that countless Star System Alliances, many of which were once regional overlords, had been utterly annihilated in this steel calamity, wiped out by the armies of the Mechanical Race.
This elimination rate truly shocked Qin Feng.
’It makes sense, though...’
He soon figured out the key reason.
’My overall Combat Power should be among the absolute top tier of all the contestants.
But even so, when facing a Mechanical Race expert who has already started to establish itself, it still takes me months to completely cleanse their star system and finish them off...’
’So for those weaker Star System Alliances, if they fail to strangle the Mechanical Race in the cradle and allow it to develop, the difficulty of dealing with it will skyrocket exponentially.
Ultimately, being ground down and killed by an endless mechanical army is the only possible outcome.’
Qin Feng understood completely.
Once this "Mechanical Race invasion" is over, any Martial Artist left standing will undoubtedly be an absolute powerhouse who has absorbed numerous Machine Soul Cores and experienced an explosive surge in strength.
This Mechanical Race invasion was less a crisis and more a colossal "filter," ruthlessly weeding out all contestants who weren’t strong enough or lucky enough to survive!
He then turned his attention to the individual Combat Power rankings.
After ten years, the list had undergone a monumental transformation.
Many experts who were once at the top had now vanished without a trace, replaced by a batch of brand-new names he had never seen before.
At the same time, he noticed an extremely startling phenomenon: the battle records of many eliminated experts from the former top 100 of the Combat Power rankings were marked with the same cause of elimination: killed by a Celestial Pride of the Alien Race.
’Could it be that those Celestial Prides from the Alien Race are only targeting the top 100 experts on the Combat Power rankings?’
Qin Feng’s brow furrowed slightly.
’No, that’s not entirely it.’
He carefully scanned the battle reports. ’There are some records of them killing other, ordinary Martial Artists, but those look more like "small fry" they cleaned up incidentally while traveling.’
’It seems there’s only one explanation.’
’It’s highly likely that the organizers of the competition have given those Celestial Prides of the Alien Race special privileges, allowing them to precisely track the real-time locations of everyone in the top 100 of the Combat Power rankings.’