Grinding to Become the Master of the Universe

Viewed from high above, the rift resembled a colossal scar stretching across the world, spanning hundreds of thousands of kilometers.

It wasn’t so much a true "fissure" as it was a bottomless, colossal "Earth Cave." From its pitch-black maw, a chaotic and malevolent aura constantly seeped out.

Qin Feng did not approach. Instead, from a safe distance, he took out the silver metallic sphere—the Subspace Rift Stabilization Device.

Following the mission briefing, he injected a stream of pure Spiritual Energy into it.

HUMMM—!

The silver sphere activated instantly. Countless arcane runes on its surface lit up in succession, transforming into a brilliant pillar of light that shot into the heavens. It then plunged with unerring precision into the deepest part of the "Earth Cave."

Immediately after, the very earth began to tremble violently.

As the five chieftains of the Blue Star Federation watched from the supreme council chamber, along with countless people around the globe tuning in via satellite...

The "Earth Cave"—the eternal nightmare that had plagued Blue Star Civilization for decades and devoured innumerable lives—began to close. The tectonic plates at its edges started to slowly, visibly, move inward!

It was as if a god was personally suturing the wounds of the world!

Inside the council chamber.

The five chieftains—five hardened, iron-willed men who had never bowed in the face of any disaster—watched the "Earth Cave" slowly closing on the screen, no longer able to contain their surging emotions.

Their eyes instantly welled up.

"It’s sealed... It’s really been sealed!"

Chieftain "Phantom Fox" covered her mouth as hot tears streamed silently down her cheeks.

"The Earth Cave... is sealed shut!"

Tears also filled Thunder God’s single eye as he repeated the words over and over, his voice hoarse and trembling.

Chieftain "Bedrock" slowly rose to his feet. He straightened his spine, which had grown slightly stooped from shouldering the heavy burden of civilization for so long. His eyes filled with hot tears as he watched the screen, where a miraculous power was erasing the scar from the face of the world.

"Decades of turmoil and sacrifice..."

"Have finally come to an end today!!"

As the great scar on Blue Star was completely erased by a miraculous power, bringing an end to the nightmare that had plagued Blue Star Civilization for decades, the elation and gratitude in the hearts of the five chieftains in the supreme council chamber reached its zenith.

"Oracle, now! In the name of the Blue Star Federation, send a transmission of gratitude to our benefactors—to the great Cosmic Human Empire!"

Chieftain "Bedrock" ordered, suppressing the storm of emotion within him, his voice trembling slightly.

"Yes, sir!"

Chieftain Oracle moved quickly, sending an encrypted message that carried the sincerest gratitude of their entire civilization.

Almost at the very instant the message was sent, the same calm and gentle voice echoed through the council chamber in response.

"We have received your thanks. To facilitate the handover and begin the next phase of our work, may we have permission to teleport our squad directly to your council chamber?"

The request stunned the five chieftains for a moment.

’Teleportation?’

’What does that even mean?’

’Could it be... that the Cosmic Human Empire has already mastered the legendary technology of spatial teleportation?’

Despite their shock, they did not hesitate for a second.

"Permission granted!"

Chieftain Bedrock gave his immediate and affirmative reply.

’They all knew that in the face of a terrifyingly powerful being who could effortlessly slay a ’Leviathan’ and alter the very heavens and earth with a mere gesture, any refusal would be pale and meaningless.’

’If this person wanted to harm them, they wouldn’t need to ask for permission.’

HUMMM—

The second after they gave their answer, the empty space in the center of the council chamber suddenly warped, shimmering with visible, water-like ripples.

A moment later, following a faint shimmer, an eleven-person squad led by Qin Feng materialized out of thin air before the five chieftains.

The process was utterly silent, yet it was filled with an ineffable sense of mystery and awe.

The five chieftains in the council chamber held their breath in unison, their pupils contracting in an instant.

Their gazes immediately locked onto the man at the lead—Qin Feng.

Unlike the ten fully-armored soldiers behind him, Qin Feng wore no power armor.

He was dressed in a simple, plain black service uniform, his posture ramrod straight.

Yet, this seemingly ordinary figure radiated a terrifying, oppressive presence that made it difficult for them to even look at him directly.

They could clearly sense vast, tidal waves of energy surging and swelling within Qin Feng’s body.

He just stood there quietly, his presence like a deep nebula, slowly churning. It made them, the so-called S-rank powerhouses, feel an instinctive smallness, an urge to prostrate themselves in worship.

Moreover, the blood-jade-like skull hanging at his waist radiated a strange Magic Power.

A single glance was enough to feel one’s very consciousness being pulled into it, to fall into an abyss of boundless slaughter and desire.

Only then did the five chieftains’ gazes slowly shift to the ten soldiers standing behind Qin Feng.

The five chieftains were once again profoundly shaken when they got a clear look at the soldiers’ power armor, which was ferocious in style, yet also heavy and ornate.

The design, a stark contrast to the simple and practical technological style of Blue Star, was steeped in a violent aesthetic and a classical sensibility.

The armor was engraved with insignia, medals, and crests they did not recognize. Every detail seemed to recount a glorious, blood-soaked history of war.