Grinding to Become the Master of the Universe

This Will was not a simple pressure of Mental Power; it was more like a declaration of "existence."

It was ancient and vast, filled with the supreme majesty of Devouring Heaven and Earth.

As this Will swept over them, more than half of the hundreds of millions of Planet-level geniuses present, who had long been on high alert, saw their faces turn deathly pale in an instant. Their Seas of Consciousness trembled violently, as if they had been struck hard by an invisible sledgehammer.

Qin Feng sat cross-legged, his figure as motionless as a mountain.

When the Will of Devouring Heaven and Earth swept over, the three silvery-white Spiritual Power Drops in his Sea of Consciousness instantly began to spin at high speed, forming a stable triangular defensive structure that firmly blocked the impact.

’What a powerful Will...’

Qin Feng felt a slight chill in his heart.

This was merely the aura naturally radiating from the Stone Stele. The true comprehension hadn’t even begun, yet its might was already so immense.

’Sealed King Strongmen are truly incredible.’

Just as everyone was still struggling to adapt to this immense Will, the cold, clear voice of the examiner, a Black Hole Level Powerhouse named Luo Yu, once again echoed across the square.

"Your attention, everyone."

"This is the Heaven-Swallowing Stele left behind by His Majesty, the Heaven-Devouring King. It contains a total of ninety-nine core mental imprints of the Heaven-swallowing Fist Technique. The difficulty increases from the bottom to the top."

"During the assessment, if a participant successfully comprehends a mental imprint, the corresponding area on the Stele will light up with the comprehender’s name as proof."

"The assessment now officially begins. Touch the imprints on the Stone Stele with your Mental Power to begin your comprehension."

"I wish you all great fortune in your martial path."

...

With Luo Yu’s final announcement, this unprecedented, century-long grand assessment had finally begun!

In an instant, countless streams of Mental Power—some strong, some weak, some condensed, some scattered—surged from the square like a bursting dam, rushing toward the massive Inheritance Stone Stele at the center.

Qin Feng did not rush to act at the first moment.

His gaze calmly swept over the enormous Stone Stele.

The ninety-nine mental imprints were not simple lines or words, but a series of vivid, lifelike reliefs of various forms.

They began at the very bottom of the Stele, spiraling upward until they disappeared into the clouds.

From the lowest imprint upward, there was a flood dragon emerging from the sea, a kun-peng spreading its wings, a star being extinguished...

Each relief contained a unique fist Intent and spiritual charm, and they were all interconnected in some way, jointly forming the Supreme Killing Technique known as the Heaven-swallowing Fist Technique.

’I’ll start with the most basic one.’

Qin Feng made his decision. He split off a wisp of his Mental Power, condensed it into a thread, and precisely extended it toward the mental imprint at the very bottom of the Stone Stele.

The very instant that his Mental Power—condensed from three Spiritual Power Drops and far more solid and pure than that of an ordinary Planet-level Martial Artist—touched the imprint on the Stele—

BOOM!!!

A concentrated pressure of Mental Power, countless times stronger than the Will that had previously swept the square, erupted like a volcano. It surged along his Mental Power connection and instantly blasted back into his Sea of Consciousness!

It was a supreme majesty, pure and filled with the desire to devour and destroy!

Under this pressure, Qin Feng felt as if his Sea of Consciousness had become a lone boat in a stormy sea, in danger of capsizing at any moment.

The three Spiritual Power Drops at the center of his Sea of Consciousness spun frantically at an unprecedented speed, desperately maintaining their stability to avoid disintegrating on the spot from the terrifying impact.

At the same time, an incredibly clear, dynamic image was branded directly into his spiritual perception.

It was a space of chaotic nothingness.

Within it, a black, shadowy Martial Artist, its face indistinct and its body composed of pure energy, was practicing a set of fist techniques over and over again.

The fist technique was grand and sweeping, filled with a primitive and savage, violent aesthetic.

Every punch and every kick seemed capable of tearing space and shattering stars.

This was the first form of the Heaven-swallowing Fist Technique.

This first form was composed of a total of one hundred basic techniques.

And the internal energy circulation of each basic technique was so complex it was mind-boggling, requiring the mobilization of a full one thousand different "Mental Power-Spiritual Energy aggregation modules" to perfectly replicate it.

This meant that to successfully execute this move, even just its most basic form, one had to possess the terrifying mental control ability of "One Heart, Thousand Uses"!

’One Heart, Thousand Uses...’

Qin Feng was shocked.

He knew that cultivating a seventh-grade killing technique created by a Sealed King Strongman was extremely difficult, but he never expected the threshold for the very first mental imprint to be so absurdly high!

’One Heart, Thousand Uses... that’s still too difficult for me right now.’

Qin Feng calmly assessed his current situation.

In terms of "quantity," his current Mental Power had only accumulated to the level of three Spiritual Power Drops.

With this amount of "processing power," trying to simultaneously control one thousand energy modules perfectly was an almost impossible task.

Forcing it would only lead to a loss of control over the energy’s circulation, and could even cause a backlash against himself.

’The first imprint is already this difficult...’

Qin Feng understood the true purpose of this assessment.

It wasn’t about forcing everyone to learn this fist technique within a hundred years.

Rather, it was to use this ridiculously high threshold to screen for the true geniuses—those with extraordinary talent in Mental Power or indomitable Will.

’What I should do now isn’t to force myself to comprehend this fist technique.’

Qin Feng’s state of mind quickly calmed, without a trace of anxiety or discouragement. ’Instead, I should use this uniquely advantageous environment to withstand this immense Mental Power pressure, using it as the perfect "whetstone" to temper and strengthen my own Mental Power.’

’As long as the total amount of my Mental Power increases enough by practicing the Canaan Scripture, then when my Mental Power reaches the required level, "One Heart, Thousand Uses" will naturally follow.’

’There’s no rush. I have a hundred years.’

Having figured this out, Qin Feng stopped paying attention to the black, shadowy Martial Artist’s demonstration of the fist technique.

He withdrew most of his focus, leaving only a thread of Mental Power connected to the imprint. He silently endured the Mental Power pressure of Devouring Heaven and Earth, treating it as a different kind of "weight training."

Then, he immersed the vast majority of his consciousness into his Sea of Consciousness and began to circulate the supreme cultivation method that led directly to the Black Hole Level—the Canaan Scripture.

On this grand stage where countless geniuses vied for glory, under the watch of innumerable Black Hole Level Powerhouses, Qin Feng remained composed, treating this minor warzone competition as a century-long session of closed-door cultivation.