Chapter 781 - 239: The 100-Story Golden Tower! Qin Feng Emerges! The Grand Battle Zone’s Undisputed Number One
Chapter 781: Chapter 239: The 100-Story Golden Tower! Qin Feng Emerges! The Grand Battle Zone’s Undisputed Number One
For the current tournament format, the shortest path was the long one.
Thus, after Qin Feng emerged from his seclusion, he immediately threw himself back into the fight to exterminate the Mechanical Race.
In the cold depths of the cosmos, a planet completely transformed into metal was slowly disintegrating.
Its core had long been hollowed out. Above its surface, the wreckage of billions of mechanical constructs floated like dust, forming a decaying, gray ring.
In the center of this dead and silent expanse, Qin Feng’s figure slowly emerged.
His aura was as profound as an abyss, his calm gaze fixed on the final, defiantly writhing mass of liquid metal before him.
Within the metal, a faint Soul Fire flickered—the very source of all mechanical creations in this star system: a Constant Star-level member of the Mechanical Race.
"It’s over."
Qin Feng uttered two words, and Words and Laws Followed.
He raised his hand. In his palm, the magnificent and towering illusion of a vast mountain range coalesced.
It was no mere construct of energy, but was woven from the intermingling of a Spiritual Field and a Spiritual Energy Field, exuding a terrifying aura that seemed capable of suppressing millennia.
[The Boundless Mountains].
After thirty years of arduous cultivation and campaigning, this Level 8 Killing Technique had long since reached the Great Success Realm in his hands, just a single step away from Perfection.
BOOM!
The mountain phantom came crashing down. There was no world-shaking explosion, only Annihilation, like being devoured by a black hole.
The mass of liquid metal, along with the Soul Fire inside, instantly disintegrated into a stream of fundamental particles and dissipated completely into the cosmos.
A multifaceted crystal the size of a fist, which seemed to contain a brilliant nebula inside, floated quietly in place.
[Machine Soul Core].
Qin Feng reached out and drew it to him, stowing it away.
This was the thirty-fourth Constant Star-level member of the Mechanical Race he had hunted in the past year.
His Divine Thought stirred, sweeping across the now-empty star system.
It had taken him a full four days from the moment he arrived: destroying all the mechanical constructs, depleting all of its reserve bodies, and finally, killing it for good.
This kind of hunt was tedious and convoluted.
The combat style of the Mechanical Race was exceptionally tenacious.
To kill them completely, one had to annihilate their Creation Legions, which they had manufactured and spread across several star systems.
It was a massive undertaking that required the utmost patience.
Yet, Qin Feng felt no impatience.
Every extermination was one less obstacle for the Six Great Star Systems Alliance.
Furthermore, every hunt yielded a precious [Machine Soul Core] and several Constant Star-level Resource Points.
For the alliance, and for himself.
...
In the cosmos, years had no meaning.
Qin Feng’s figure moved from one star system to the next, each one eroded by the Mechanical Race.
In Star System 467, he faced a "Caster" that had converted an entire star into a War Fortress.
With the Supreme Power of [The Boundless Mountains], Qin Feng forcibly annihilated the stellar War Fortress.
Time slowly passed.
On Qin Feng’s personal terminal, the icon counting his [Machine Soul Cores] jumped from thirty-four to fifty, then to eighty...
「One year later.」
After Qin Feng completely wiped out the last powerful member of the Mechanical Race entrenched in Star System 458, the number of Machine Soul Cores in his possession had once again reached a full one hundred.
In addition, he had also claimed all three hundred seventy-two Constant Star-level Resource Points belonging to those one hundred star systems.
If he were to use all these resources for his secluded cultivation, it would be enough to raise the golden section of his [Immortal Tower] by more than a full level.
However, Qin Feng was in no hurry to enter seclusion. The time was not yet right.
Just then, Qin Feng sensed something in the core region surrounding the Golden Throne in Subspace. The Immortal Holy Feather representing Caesar had unfurled, successfully reaching a scale of ten million light-years.
The Holy Feather contained a profound pride and sanctity. Countless wings unfurled simultaneously, obscuring the light of the cosmos.
Qin Feng looked up, a hint of a smile appearing on his lips.
’Caesar’s out of seclusion.’
...
In the void outside the Library Planet, two figures stood facing each other.
Qin Feng’s aura was as deep and restrained as an abyss, while Caesar’s was as bold and radiant as the blazing sun.
Behind him, a phantom of sacred wings composed of countless feathers of light flickered in and out of existence. That was his Indestructible Projection: the [Immortal Holy Feather].
"Ten million light-years. You succeeded,"
Qin Feng said with a nod.
"I finally managed it."
Caesar’s golden eyes showed a hint of delight. "I’ve completed the first step toward the Foundation of the Eternal Singularity. Now, when I advance to the Black Hole level, I’ll immediately be among the top tier."
"Now, it’s time to accelerate,"
Caesar’s words were brief and to the point.
"My thoughts exactly."
Qin Feng nodded.
No more words were needed. Their long-standing rapport was enough for them to instantly understand each other’s plan.
In the next moment, the two transformed into streaks of light and shot off in completely different directions.
Qin Feng would take Star Systems 450 through 475, while Caesar would handle 476 through 500.
Moving with lightning speed, they would split up to purge all the powerful Constant Star-level members of the Mechanical Race from the alliance’s territory!
And so, a hunt spanning fifty star systems began.
...
Thirty years passed in the blink of an eye.
Like a pair of unstoppable Divine Swords, Qin Feng and Caesar carved through one star system after another with astonishing efficiency.
They fought thousands of high-intensity battles with barely a moment’s rest.
Now, Qin Feng stood beneath a silent, starry sky.
Floating before him was a dense swarm of [Machine Soul Cores]—an astonishing total of more than five thousand three hundred!
And along with them, the vast resources produced by more than five thousand Constant Star-level Resource Points.