Grinding to Become the Master of the Universe

He slowly rose to his feet, his gaze seeming to pierce through the top of the tower, looking toward that sacred place located outside the material Cosmos, a place the human eye could never observe—Terra, the Golden Throne.

"The Emperor, seated upon the Golden Throne, has not wavered for hundreds of millions of years."

Yu Han’s voice carried a reverence that stemmed from the very depths of his soul. "He burns his own soul, unleashing his Supreme Power, not merely to illuminate the routes through Subspace.

His true purpose was to use his power alone to forcibly carve out a domain belonging exclusively to our Human Race from within that chaotic, foul Sea of Spirit filled with Evil Gods and demons—the Subspace Pure Land!

A full half of Subspace was seized by the Emperor’s mighty power. Every moment, he resists the assaults of countless gods..."

"Within this pure land, the Emperor’s Mighty Power is omnipresent, like sunlight shining down, dispelling all gloom.

The gods of any Alien Race, any Chaos Evil God—their powers cannot directly enter this region.

Therefore, the singularities of all our Black Hole Level Powerhouses and the Subspace projections of all our Constant Star Martial Artists are absolutely safe within this pure land."

Yu Han brought his gaze back to Qin Feng, his eyes as sharp as a blade. "At most, during the critical moments of your cultivation or promotion, you might have to endure some tempting words or stray desires that seep in from outside the pure land, already weakened a billionfold by the Emperor’s Mighty Power.

But for a powerhouse with a firm Will, that’s nothing at all."

"..."

Qin Feng was completely stunned.

In that instant, it was as if his brain had stopped working.

An indescribably immense shock, like the torrential flood of the Big Bang, instantly washed away all his previous understanding.

The Emperor.

That supreme symbol of the Empire, who existed only in legends, ancient texts, and propaganda.

He had always thought he was a spiritual totem, a symbol that maintained the Empire’s rule.

But now, he understood that it wasn’t a symbol, but a fact.

A terribly cruel yet magnificent fact that had persisted for hundreds of millions of years.

"So, you’re saying..."

Qin Feng’s voice was a little hoarse. He struggled to form his words, trying to grasp the full meaning of this earth-shattering secret. "The Emperor sealed himself on the Golden Throne forever, burning himself, enduring endless pain... all to ensure that the cultivation path for our Human Race remains unimpeded, all so that our Human Race can constantly produce Black Hole Level Powerhouses?"

"Mm, that’s exactly it."

Yu Han nodded, his tone filled with boundless emotion and reverence.

"This is also why we, and all the true upper echelons of the Empire, revere the Emperor so deeply.

Because everything he does is completely selfless. He doesn’t think of himself, only of the continuation of the entire race.

For this, he has already sacrificed hundreds of millions of years of freedom, and endures eternal torment..."

Yu Han let out a long sigh. "If not for this pure land carved out by the Emperor, the absolute limit for our Human Race’s Martial Dao would be the Planetary Level.

Faced with those Peak Races that are born able to roam Subspace, faced with those Chaos Evil Gods that feed on souls, we would just be lambs to the slaughter, long since extinguished in the river of history."

"A far cry from how things are now."

The corner of Yu Han’s mouth curved into an Iron Blood smile. "When the Empire goes all out, countless Black Hole Level Powerhouses are promoted every year. Whether it’s the Creation Legion of the Mechanical Race or the Endless Tide of the Insect Race, their troop production speed can’t keep up with the rate at which our powerhouses are born!

In the eyes of the Cosmic Peak Races, our Human Race is the largest and best at producing troops. It’s no exaggeration to say that we can pump out a top-tier Warband in just a few hundred years. We’re just limited by official quotas, so we haven’t increased the number of Warbands, but their scale is constantly expanding."

Qin Feng fell silent.

In his heart, the shock from having the truth of the Cosmos unveiled was gradually transforming into an indescribable, sublime reverence.

It was the purest respect for a supreme being who was willing to sacrifice himself and endure eternal solitude for the continuation of his race.

However, new questions also arose.

"Mentor,"

He spoke again, a hint of confusion in his voice. "If the Emperor is so magnificent, then why... why are there still powerhouses within the Empire who choose to betray him? I’ve even seen many people use the Emperor’s name to spread religion throughout the Empire, fooling the masses and engaging in shameful deeds."

"That’s perfectly normal."

Yu Han’s reply was calm and pragmatic, as if he were stating something utterly commonplace.

"Black Hole Level is not the end of cultivation. The difficulty of forging your own path, of creating your own ’Law,’ is far beyond your imagination.

Not every Martial Artist who ascends to the Black Hole Level has the talent and perseverance to pioneer an unprecedented path.

At the same time, the higher you go, the more intense and brutal the competition for resources becomes."

"In the Emperor’s eyes, there are no individual interests, only the gains and losses of the entire race.

His radiance shines equally on every human.

So, there will always be some with vested interests who, because of personal gains and losses, because their own ambitions cannot be satisfied, choose to defect. They might even turn around and slander the Emperor, insult the Emperor, and attempt to shake the Order he has established."

Hearing this, a flash of cold killing intent flickered in Qin Feng’s eyes.

"Execute them!"

He spat out those two words almost subconsciously—simple, direct, and without a trace of hesitation.

Hearing Qin Feng’s unconcealed killing intent, Yu Han was startled for a moment, then burst out laughing, his laughter filled with hearty satisfaction.

"HAHAHAHA! Well said!"

He clapped Qin Feng heavily on the shoulder, his eyes full of approval.

"Mm, they should be executed!"