Chapter 579: The Supreme Mother Ship Has Become a Captive!

This is what a battle should be!

Qin Wu shattered the rule barrier before him with a single punch, joy surging in his heart.

The solid feeling of attributing power to oneself and fully mastering fate made his inner divine fire burn even fiercer.

The battlefield's balance was no longer tipped—it was outright overturned.

The once-mighty hunter fleet now looked like a flock of fat sheep fallen into a wolf's jaws.

No matter how they struggled, no matter what intricate logical tricks they employed,

Those causality-law weapons that could once dominate the cosmic sea utterly failed against this group of completely independent humanoid universes.

Because the hunters' system locks logic onto a single universe.

But now they face quadrillions of micro-singularities wandering outside logic.

"Can't lock on! The logic cannon fired empty! They straight-up ate the logic lines!"

"Shields down to 12%!"

"The coordinate locking procedure has been forcibly rewritten by unknown means!"

"Commander… we… we've been overwhelmed!"

The Supreme Commander stared in horror at the main screen.

That sight was enough to give any order-being nightmares—

That golden torrent wasn't an energy wave at all—it was a dense crowd of people!

Quadrillions of golden-glowing Flame Yellow Warriors, like a vast net of light, gripped the enormous mother ship from all sides.

Some pounded the armor with fists, some unleashed a corrosive rule,

Some even tore turrets off the hull with bare hands.

It felt like countless ants, each with clear duty and seamless coordination,

methodically dismantling a lone elephant.

"This is the hatchery's newest Supreme Vessel… a fortress that never falls under Causality Law…"

The Supreme Commander's worldview collapsed.

Before these madmen, causality seemed not to recognize this ship at all.

Suddenly, the void took on an eerie calm.

The sky‑filled battle cries seemed to have been muted.

Qin Hao's figure appeared out of thin air right before the mother ship's massive bridge.

He hadn't grown in size, still ordinary‑sized, yet in the Supreme Commander's perception, this man weighed more than the universe behind him.

Qin Hao unfurled his own rule field, forcing an absolute order onto this chaotic battlefield.

"Hum—"

Qin Hao slowly raised his right hand, and through the void his index finger lightly touched the mother ship's nose.

That finger caused no earth‑shaking explosion.

But the mother ship's internal core power source, touted as perpetual, suddenly seized like a gear, emitting a grating metal twist before grinding to a halt.

"How about it, have you decided?"

Qin Hao's thought pierced the layers of logic barriers, exploding directly in every hunter's mind.

"Surrender, become my spoils."

"Or die in the very rules you pride yourselves on."

The command room fell dead silent.

The Hunter Commander slumped into his chair.

In less than an hour, the millions of warships he brought were devoured by that horde of humanoid monsters, leaving less than thirty percent.

The opposition suffered zero casualties.

Even if a few Flame Yellow Warriors were shattered by heavy cannons, their comrades would instantly, via that eerie soul network,

draw their souls over and then rebuild their bodies in the inner universe.

This shameless survivability left the hunters, accustomed to energy conservation and combat‑loss ratios, feeling an unprecedented despair.

"We… we are the hatchery's envoys, you can't…"

The Supreme Commander still tried a last struggle.

"What a lot of nonsense."

Qin Hao's eyes turned cold: "Old Three, break the door!"

"Got it! Been waiting for this line!"

Qin Wu's thunder‑like roar of laughter boomed outside the hull.

Then came a tremendous boom—

The mother ship's core deck, touted as able to withstand a cosmic big bang, was flung up like a tin lid by a pair of hands crackling with lightning.

Before the violent void could even rush in, Qin Wu had already led a pack of wolf‑like elites to storm the command room violently.

A few high‑ranking purgers on guard duty had just reached for their logic swords,

when Qin Wu swatted them aside like flies, smashing them straight into the floor seams, where they couldn't even wiggle free.

"Is this the mother ship's command room? It's pretty flashy."

Qin Wu strode onto the shattered control console, his gaze sweeping over the trembling crowd.

He waved a hand, and behind him the research team, waiting long, surged forward with their assorted analyzers, eyes gleaming toward the central brain.

"Easy now! All easy!"

Qian Yin, directing while shouting, cried: "The ship's coordinate system is alive! Don't smash the database—we need it to find that so‑called hatchery!"

Within just five minutes, all resistance inside the mother ship was completely crushed.

Those over ten thousand high-ranking hunters who usually lorded over others were now bound by Qin Wu using specially made rule chains,

They were strung together like grasshoppers into a long line, kneeling on the deck.

The first battle was a great victory.

The Yanhuang Civilization not only avoided annihilation in the purge, but in this deadly trap, it achieved a leap in Life Level, forging the Body of Myriad Gods.

More importantly, they captured the most crucial piece leading to the enemy's lair.

Qin Hao landed on the mother ship's battered deck and looked around.

Countless Yanhuang citizens swarmed around the mother ship, eagerly cleaning the battlefield—disassembling engines, transporting rare materials, absorbing residual rule fragments.

This was the first time, in this cruel cosmic sea, that he felt a genuine confidence truly in his grasp.

Before, it was given by the system; now it is given by these clansmen.

"Old Qin, we've figured it out."

Qian Yin's voice came through; she pointed to the complex coordinate point on the decoded data that was jumping wildly.

"It is not in our three-dimensional universe, nor in the void."

"It lies at the intersection of all laws in this cosmic sea, that is, the root of the logic tree."

Qin Hao raised his head, his gaze piercing the endless void.

"Tow this big ship."

"Let's go and give that so-called experimenter a big gift."

In the void,

That mother ship, once invincible as the 【Supreme】, now hovered silently like a tamed giant beast.

Its surroundings were no longer void, but wrapped in a layer of boundless, slowly flowing dark-gold nebula.

This nebula is the current form of the Yanhuang Civilization.

Trillions upon trillions of Yanhuang citizens, each an independent microcosm, their wills linked via the soul network, forming an unprecedented magnificent life-form.

"Dad, the preliminary form integration is complete."

Qin Si's thought echoed in Qin Hao's mind.

Her true form is now a cluster of the most brilliant data stream in the nebula, responsible for handling the civilization's information exchange.

"Our current mode of movement is more like a collective super-dimensional shift. Each individual's universe core simultaneously erupts repulsive force in the same direction; the combined thrust is enough to propel us beyond any known travel speed."

"What about the loss?"

Qin Hao asked the most crucial question.