92: Chapter 92: 160,000 Times the Battle Power Unleashed, the Realm King Gazes!

Dongjiang City, bustling commercial pedestrian street.

Neon lights flickered alternately.

Shen Qingni had just exited a low-level secret realm, tightly gripping a chilling, fine-quality frost staff in her hand.

Following behind her were Zhao Feng, Li Hao, and a loyal sycophant, Wang Qiang, who had just rushed over.

The originally bustling street was now silent.

As far as the eye could see.

White-collar workers in suits, hawkers pushing carts selling candied haws, and fully armed patrol officers were all kneeling on both knees.

Everyone had tears in their eyes, staring fixedly at the sword array in the sky that shattered the haze.

"What is going on? Have they all gone mad?"

Veins popped out on the back of Shen Qingni's hand, and her fine-quality staff creaked under her grip.

Her heart was filled with reluctance and jealousy.

Just a moment ago in the dungeon, she was still complaining.

Everyone was an awakened one from the same batch; why could Jiang Feng succeed?

Why could that trash, who only got a B-grade leveling talent, step on everyone's heads?

Where on earth did he get such heaven-defying luck?

Why could his pet become the Heavenly Dao?

Wang Qiang leaned in, his face full of flattery: "Qingni, these people must have been hit by some kind of group illusion! Let's ignore them. With your S-grade talent, given time, you will sooner or later trample that Jiang Feng under your feet! He is just..."

Before he could finish speaking.

A pair of white-haired elderly people kneeling on the roadside interrupted his chatter.

The elderly were in rags, with a broken bowl for begging in front of them.

But at this moment, their faces were full of piety, and muddy tears flowed uncontrollably, mixing with mud and dripping onto the asphalt road.

Wang Qiang frowned: "Old beggars, what are you kneeling for?"

One of the elderly slowly raised his head.

In those eyes that were originally muddy, there was now a light that seemed to see through eternity and wash away the mundane.

The old man looked at Shen Qingni and Wang Qiang, without anger, only pity.

"Little girl, the sky has cleared."

The old man's voice was hoarse, but it carried a weight that pierced the soul: "If you don't understand, just close your eyes and look at the big world."

Shen Qingni was stunned.

As if possessed, she subconsciously opened her system panel, and her consciousness instantly sank into the deep spiritual network where the Demon Realm and reality intersected.

Boom!

The moment she closed her eyes.

A vast, boundless ancient memory, like a mudslide, brutally shattered her cognition and crashed into her mind!

It wasn't just her.

This was the shared awakening of eight billion humans on Blue Star, dormant for sixty years, suppressed in the deepest part of their genes!

Bloodline subconsciousness!

She saw it.

In the vast primordial wilderness, the firmament shattered, and black water poured down.

The weak human race wailed in the monstrous flood, with life devastated.

A stunningly beautiful woman with a snake body, disregarding her divine body crumbling, smelted five-colored divine stones to forcibly patch the hole in the sky with her own flesh and blood.

She saw those ancestors who were kept as livestock by high-dimensional gods, not submitting.

They raised their rough stone axes, braving the destructive storm, roaring as they launched a suicide charge against the high-dimensional thunder.

They would rather die than retreat.

The scene shifted abruptly.

Sixty years ago, a meteor wrapped in "colorless holy light" smashed through Blue Star's atmosphere.

That was a dimensional reduction strike from a primordial supreme treasure!

The laws that those sages traded their lives for were ruthlessly smashed and forcibly locked.

Blue Star was reduced to a data cage that relied on killing monsters to level up and only recognized health and mana bars.

Humans, like puppets with their spines cut, eked out a living within the rules set by the system, forgetting who they really were.

And at this moment.

Those eight thousand chaos black gold flying swords that Jiang Feng suspended in the sky did not just shatter the courage of overseas nations.

The sharp sword light sliced open the layer of dimensional reduction shackles that had wrapped around the souls of the Blue Star human race for sixty years!

He was never showing off.

He was using the purest, most extreme violence to forcibly awaken the ancient memory in the bones of the human race: "Rather die than be a slave to the gods!"

The memories receded like a tide.

"Ugh—"

Shen Qingni opened her eyes abruptly, gasping for breath.

Cold sweat poured down her body, soaking her clothes.

The fine-quality staff in her hand fell onto the asphalt road with a "clatter" and shattered into pieces.

"He... he reconnected the spine of Blue Star..."

Shen Qingni's voice was trembling violently.

The ridiculous jealousy, reluctance, and pride in her eyes were instantly ground into powder in the face of vast racial righteousness and epic inheritance.

Her Dao heart shattered.

She finally understood.

Her pathetic pride was not even worth a grain of dust in Jiang Feng's eyes.

"Thump."

Shen Qingni's knees went weak, and she knelt heavily on the hard concrete ground.

Zhao Feng, Li Hao, Wang Qiang, and the others behind her were already tearful, willingly prostrating on the ground.

There was no humiliation.

Only the purest pilgrimage.

...

Returning to the God-Burying Void.

On the dead-gray star-remnant land.

Jiang Feng stood with his hands behind his back.

He watched the mighty power of faith surging from Blue Star without even raising an eyebrow.

Awakening the memories of ancestors, reshaping the spine of humanity.

Those were just side effects brought about when the eight thousand flying swords shattered the high-dimensional barrier.

He never wanted to be any savior.

His goal was very simple: test the swords, establish deterrence, and save overseas flies and envoys from the Upper Heavens from constantly chattering.

"Done."

Jiang Feng withdrew his gaze.

To say he wasn't moved by Nuwa's refusal to surrender and determination not to be a slave to a dying race would be a lie.

He cleared his distracting thoughts and focused his mind back on his system backpack.

Inside it was a real treasure mountain.

3 million pieces of six- to seven-colored supreme treasures!

Over 300,000 pieces of chaos black gold armor and jewelry!

Any one of these items leaking out would be enough to spark a national war on Blue Star. But in Jiang Feng's eyes, they were all useless trash.

"Keeping them just takes up space. Using them as a scrap recycling station is definitely a huge profit."

Jiang Feng focused his intent on his heart.

Dao-source level divine skill — [Ten Thousand Sources Return to One], fully unleashed!

This could no longer be called devouring.

This was a cosmic-level resource collapse!

A dark golden light cluster emerged from his heart, instantly turning into a terrifying black hole rotating at tens of thousands of Mach.

Countless divine gears were roughly dumped from his backpack and swept into the vortex.

Countless dazzling law brilliance were forcibly crushed, kneaded, and refined in the center of the black hole.

Harsh explosions resounded through the void.

Jiang Feng stared fixedly at the multiplier number at the end of his minimalist panel.

The multiplier that had been piled up by 30,000 colored gears was stuck at 2,766 times.

As these 3 million+ top-tier equipment were crazily added.

"Boom!"

The numbers began to run wild.

2,766 times...

5,000 times!

10,000 times!

Fine black light began to crack on Jiang Feng's physical body.

That was physical dissipation that even system code couldn't bear; any slight aftermath could shatter a star.

But the next moment, the absolute law of [Godly Tyrant Body] intervened brutally, forcibly healing the wounds.

Destruction and rebirth alternated crazily on Jiang Feng's body surface.

When the last 100,000 pieces of chaos black gold jewelry were completely drained of their last trace of origin by the black hole, the jumping numbers ushered in a final carnival.

43,200 times...

85,000 times...

Finally.

Accompanied by a heaven-shaking muffled sound that shattered this void, the scarlet number was fixed!

[Special Multiplier Boost: 160,000 times!]

Not only that.

After Ten Thousand Sources Return to One squeezed these top-tier equipment dry, there was still a huge amount of origin resonance remaining in his body that couldn't be digested at once.

This terrifying number of 160,000 times was still climbing continuously with a small amplitude every second, like muscle memory!

Jiang Feng slowly clenched his fists.

The sound of his knuckles rubbing directly caused the surrounding space to let out a wail like shattering glass.

His own four-dimensional foundation had long been stacked to hundreds of trillions through talent plundering.

Now, with this exaggerated multiplier of 160,000 times added on top!

Jiang Feng closed his eyes and felt the power in his body like a raging sea.

Just a casual breath, and the dissipated energy was enough to kill his self from three days ago in seconds.

A 160,000-fold explosion in combat power!

This could no longer be called getting stronger.

This was another forced jailbreak of the dimension of life.

"Hoo..."

Jiang Feng exhaled a hot white breath, burning the dark matter for tens of thousands of miles around into nothingness.

...

Just then.

In the distant Upper Heavens.

That high-dimensional core, which was more vast than countless galaxies combined.

Deep in the endless chaos nebula, a terrifying existence too vast to be measured by common sense was entrenched.

The World King.

Its body spanned the star sea, comparable to an entire giant star region.

Every breath stirred up extinction-level interstellar gales; wherever it passed, stars collapsed and the void was annihilated, with power far exceeding that of ordinary black holes by more than 100,000 times.

It hung silently in the depths of chaos, having indifferently watched over these heavens for countless years in ancient silence.

But the moment those eight thousand chaos black gold flying swords formed an array on the periphery of Blue Star.

The sword intent shattered the barrier of "colorless holy light" and directly alarmed this supreme ruler.

The World King slowly opened its eyes.

Those were cold eyes burning like stars.

No emotion, no pity, only the purest high-dimensional order.

The gaze penetrated through layers of dimensions, crossed endless spatial distances, and with an absolute oppressive force capable of crushing all things, it looked straight down.

...

God-Burying Void.

The power Jiang Feng had just restrained instantly tightened.

An unprecedented feeling of trembling, like a basin of ice water poured over his head.

His heart skipped half a beat.

The absolute defense bolstered by the 160,000 times multiplier let out an unbearable creaking sound under the gaze of this look.

Fear.

This was the first time since Jiang Feng's rebirth that he had personally felt such a substantial, fatal threat!

Even if it was just for an instant.

But this hair-raising oppressive feeling was like a sharp steel needle, stabbing fiercely into his brain.

Jiang Feng bit his teeth hard, his eyes quickly turning cold and stern after a moment of trembling.

He steadied his mind and forcibly cut off the peeking that spread along the causal line.

"The World King, huh..."

Jiang Feng muttered in a low voice, veins bulging on the back of his hand.

This one glance completely shattered the smugness in his heart.

He had thought that with his infinite-grade talent and hundreds of trillions of stacked attributes, he was already absolutely invincible in this world.

Who would have thought that the other party's cross-dimensional gaze alone could make his heart jump wildly!

This was the dimensional reduction strike of a superior!

Did he really think he was a cosmic-level surveillance camera?

It seemed that his development along the way had been too smooth.

On Blue Star, he was a supreme god transcending dimensions.

But once he stepped out of Blue Star and faced those old monsters truly standing at the top of the universe, this bit of trump card was simply not enough.

"My speed of getting stronger is still too slow; this firepower is too flimsy."

Jiang Feng took a deep breath, a flash of ruthlessness in his eyes.

His fear of insufficient firepower had completely flared up.

If he just dragged it out step by step, once that planet-sized World King took action personally, or sent down even higher-dimensional sanctions.

What would he use to block it?

His own life was not worth mentioning.

But he absolutely could not lose the family around him.

The backs of his parents watering flowers and cooking in the yard, Li Hu's carefree smile.

He would not allow anyone to break the peaceful days he had worked so hard to earn.

Surrender?

This thought hadn't stayed in Jiang Feng's mind for even a second.

The only outcome of surrender was to be obliterated like crushing an insect after his value had been completely squeezed dry.

Heaven is unreliable, I am reliable.

Heaven doesn't count, I have the final say!

Since the enemy is unreasonably powerful, he must become even more unreasonably powerful than the enemy!

There is no upper limit to attributes, so he would stack the values to the point where even the laws of the universe collapse!

Jiang Feng turned his head.

Those eyes, which had returned to absolute coldness, slowly looked toward the end of the void.

There, a boundary wall had been emitting a faint call to him.

Level 90,000 map — [Divine Court Ruins].

Before, he felt there was a one percent uncertainty there, and for the sake of stability, he had stopped.

But now.

Under the boost of this 160,000-fold violent crushing multiplier, spurred by that deadly gaze.

That one percent of concern was completely smoothed over.

Jiang Feng patted his shoulder.

There, the little girl, Dragon Girl, who had just eaten her fill and was mindlessly burping, was looking at him with a dazed, cute expression.

Jiang Feng gave a cold sneer.

"Let's go, Chow-time Dragon, time to go to the next stop to restock."

With one step, Great Thousand Shuttle.

One man and one dragon, rushing straight towards that ancient boundary wall that isolated the high dimensions.