You Know Nothing About Power

Qin Chuan's words were like a bucket of cold water, dousing the flames of excitement that had just ignited within Peak Squad.

The inquisitive look on Xiao's face froze.

"Take a break?" he asked, somewhat puzzled. "Godfather, shouldn't we strike while the iron's hot and clean up all those isolated gods? We're strong and full of fighting spirit now."

He rolled his body, and his joints cracked sharply.

The others said nothing, but their expressions revealed similar confusion.

They had just undergone a complete transformation, and their confidence was at its peak.

In their eyes, the current Peak Squad was already an efficient god-harvesting machine.

"Strong and full of fighting spirit?"

Qin Chuan's gaze slowly swept over everyone present.

His voice was calm, carrying no pressure whatsoever, yet the hearts of the newly ascended gods inexplicably skipped a beat.

"You know nothing about power."

Those words instantly changed the atmosphere.

"Xiao." Qin Chuan called on him first.

Xiao instinctively straightened up.

"Your Flash Shadow revolves around the accumulation of Kinetic Energy. Through high-speed movement, you convert velocity into the destructive force of your next attack. In theory, as long as you have a sufficiently long runway and enough time, there is no upper limit to your destructive power."

Qin Chuan's analysis precisely summarized Xiao's ability.

Xiao grinned, about to agree.

"But you're only squandering that power in the crudest way possible." Qin Chuan shifted his tone. "The Kinetic Energy you accumulate is a mass of chaotic energy. All you can do is hurl it out in one burst, causing annihilation over the widest possible area."

"If your target isn't a stone, but an enemy equally skilled in speed, how will you hit him?"

"If what you need is precise destruction rather than mutual destruction, how will you control that power?"

"Right now, you're just a bull that runs a little faster and hits a little harder."

The smile gradually vanished from Xiao's face.

He wanted to argue, but found himself unable to say a single word.

Qin Chuan was right.

His current attacks really did consist of nothing more than blasting out all his power without the slightest technique.

"Jing." Qin Chuan turned his gaze toward Xiao's younger sister.

Jing's body trembled slightly.

"Mirror Flower Water Moon, spatial displacement, illusion creation. When it comes to survival and misleading enemies, it can be called top-tier."

"But your illusions are only illusions. They have no mass, no energy, not even independent deceptive properties. Any experienced enemy only needs to launch an indiscriminate area attack to force you out easily."

"Your 'mirror flowers' are only mirages, scattered by a single gust of wind. When your illusions can block a blade for you, or even swing one at your enemy, then you'll have truly entered the doorway."

Jing's face turned somewhat pale.

She pressed her lips tightly together and lowered her head.

Then, Qin Chuan looked at Di Jia Ling Yu and Song Ling.

"Absolute Stillness, Frost of the End, Mark-Delete. A perfect combination."

"But you saw it yourselves—how fragile your powers were when stripping away divinity."

Qin Chuan looked at Di Jia Ling Yu. "Your Absolute Stillness is more like a switch, with only two options: 'on' and 'off.' Once activated, you must bear all the backlash from your target. Forcibly freezing De Ba De's divinity nearly made you collapse. If your target were an Upper God, the moment you activated it, you would be burst apart by their laws."

A trace of lingering fear flashed through Di Jia Ling Yu's eyes.

"When you can freeze only the blood flowing through an enemy's body, or only the energy about to erupt from their weapon, instead of freezing their entire existence, then you'll have truly touched the threshold."

Then came Song Ling.

"Your Frost of the End is termination, is Erasure. It is the most efficient form of attack, and also the most singular."

"Besides completely deleting an enemy from the level of existence, what else can you do? Can you erase only the armor on his body? Can you terminate only the spell he is casting?"

"Your power is an irreparable iron hammer that can only smash everything apart. But what the battlefield needs more often is a scalpel capable of delicate operations."

Song Ling remained silent, the wisp of black frostflame at her fingertips flickering uncertainly.

Finally, Qin Chuan's gaze fell upon De Ba De, who had just been reborn.

De Ba De met Qin Chuan's gaze, his golden vertical pupils filled with focus.

"King of Beasts, pure Life Origin. Right now, you're a walking reserve of life force, an unkillable monster."

"But you are only a reservoir, not a king."

"You only use your vitality in the crudest ways—pouring it out and repairing wounds, wasting ninety percent of its energy. You possess the majesty of a king, but not a king's command over power."

"King of Beasts does not mean turning you into the strongest beast. It means allowing you to command the concept of 'life.' To grant, to deprive, to create."

"When you can use your power to create, from nothing, even the weakest beast with a complete life form, then come speak to me about the word 'king.'"

His words left the five newly ascended gods speechless.

It was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over their heads, thoroughly waking them from the ecstasy and pride of becoming gods.

So, in the eyes of true powerhouses, the divine power they had been so proud of was actually this crude, this worthless.

"So, do you understand now?" Qin Chuan's voice echoed through the hall.

"You possess Godheads, but no Divine Might. You're like children holding peerless divine weapons without even knowing how to swing them."

"In this state, hunting other gods would be no different from seeking death."

No one refuted him.

Xiao scratched his head, revealing an embarrassed expression for the first time.

"Godfather, then what... should we do?"

"Train."

Qin Chuan spoke two words, then turned his gaze toward Ji Xing.

"Ji Xing."

"Here." Ji Xing stepped forward, the streams of data in her pupils already prepared.

"You will construct the training grounds. You should have gathered preliminary combat data on them already. Conduct targeted training."

"Understood."

Ji Xing agreed, and countless blue waterfalls of data surged through her pupils.

She extended both hands before her, holding them level.

"Machine God Domain, unfold."

The metal walls of the entire council hall began to writhe soundlessly, disassembling and reorganizing into hundreds of millions of nanoscale mechanical units.

These mechanical units rapidly assembled in midair, like living building blocks, constructing five entirely different independent spaces under Ji Xing's will.