Time passed swiftly in this secret realm filled with blood and fire.
Qin Feng, like the most patient of stone statues, remained perfectly still, his aura blending seamlessly into the chaotic environment. This did not, however, mean he was cut off from the world.
His Mental Power remained minimally active, a spiderweb connected to the Subspace Private Domain Forum, constantly monitoring the state of the entire No. 117 star system.
Forty long years passed in the blink of an eye.
Just as he had predicted, over those forty years, no decisive victories had been reported from the other Constant Star-level Resource Points.
The fighting there was even more brutal than in his current location, the Insect Race Secret Realm.
Countless top prodigies had gathered there, igniting one earth-shattering battle after another, and the number of fallen was immeasurable.
Blood stained the starry skies, yet no one could truly grasp the Constant Star-level opportunity.
