Chapter 186: Chapter 177: Divine Sense Achieved, Immortal Technique Revealed
This time, he held nothing back, directly pushing the power to the absolute limit he could endure—Tier Three Middle Stage!
BOOM!
Inside his Consciousness Space, the giant, dark-purple, flaming tiger seemed to come to life.
It let out a soul-shaking roar, its massive body transforming into an endless shadow that pressed down viciously on Han Feng’s spiritual core.
CRACK!
Han Feng felt as if something inside his head had shattered.
It was an excruciating pain originating from the depths of his soul. His vision went black, and he nearly fainted on the spot.
But amid this extreme agony, his Spiritual Power core, which had already been compressed to its limit—the "Nebula" formed from countless points of light—suddenly stopped spinning.
All was silent.
Time froze in that instant.
Immediately after, the center of the "Nebula" violently contracted inward, collapsing into a singularity smaller than the tip of a needle.
The next second.
It erupted!
Not an explosion, but a qualitative change.
Like water freezing into ice, or carbon under extreme heat and pressure transforming into a diamond!
At that moment, Han Feng’s vast and ethereal Spiritual Power completely condensed into a brand-new form of energy.
It was no longer a mere "power"; it now possessed both "form" and "substance."
Han Feng’s eyes snapped open.
He didn’t look at anyone, but instead "looked" at his own palm.
Within his Perception, he could clearly "touch" the lines on his palm.
He could "feel" the warmth of the blood flowing through the veins beneath his skin.
He could even "distinguish" the faint pulse of every single cell.
This feeling was completely different from [Spiritual Vision].
[Spiritual Vision] was "seeing," but this was "touching."
An intangible perception that transcended the five senses spread out from between his eyebrows.
One meter...
One and a half meters...
Two meters!
Within this small range, nothing could hide.
He could "touch" the solid muscles on Wang Meng’s body.
He could "touch" the coldness of the hilt on Zhang Hao’s waist.
He could "touch" the imperceptible speck of dust on Su Yue’s glasses.
In his Perception, the entire world instantly became three-dimensional and vibrant.
[Congratulations, Host. Your Spiritual Strength has broken through the threshold. You have successfully condensed "Divine Sense" (Basic Level).]
[Divine Sense: A qualitative transformation of Spiritual Power. It can be used for detection, manipulation, and attack. Current perception range: two-meter radius.]
’Success!’
An irrepressible joy finally appeared on Han Feng’s face.
The dark period was over.
The first ray of dawn shone through a crack in the stone house, dispelling the lingering chill.
Han Feng slowly stood up, stretching his slightly stiff body.
Six consecutive hours of high-intensity Cultivation had left him utterly exhausted, but his eyes were frighteningly bright.
He turned, his gaze passing over the others to land on the backpack filled with spoils of war.
Inside the backpack, the pale-cyan Jade Scroll lay quietly.
Before, it was a treasure vault he couldn’t open.
But now, he finally had the key.
...
The dark period ended. The first ray of dawn pierced through the cracks of the stone house, dispelling the chill and oppression of the past six hours.
The atmosphere inside the house, however, was somewhat tense.
Everyone’s eyes were fixed on Han Feng.
He had just taken off the silver-white Spiritual Refinement Helmet. His eyes were tightly shut, his brows knitting and relaxing as if he were adjusting to something.
"Fengzi, are... are you okay?"
Wang Meng leaned in and asked cautiously.
He had personally watched Han Feng act like a madman, hacking at the ghostly things outside with his sword while torturing himself with the helmet, burning through fifteen hundred Spirit Coins in a single night.
Han Feng slowly opened his eyes.
An unprecedented divine light flashed in the depths of his eyes and vanished.
He didn’t answer Wang Meng. A brand-new perception was spreading out from between his eyebrows.
It was as if he had grown a new organ, intangibly "touching" everything within a two-meter radius.
He could "touch" the coldness of the hilt on Zhang Hao’s waist, and on it were three fine scratches that would be imperceptible to an ordinary person.
He could "feel" the knotted muscles on Wang Meng’s arm and the slight warmth generated by friction at the joint of his left prosthetic limb.
He could even "distinguish" the imperceptible speck of dust on the upper-left corner of Su Yue’s glasses.
The feeling was incredibly profound.
"I’m fine. Better than ever."
Han Feng grinned, revealing a set of white teeth.
He turned and solemnly took out the dusty, pale-cyan Jade Scroll from the Blazing Fire Mercenary Corps’ backpack.
Before, this thing had been no different from an ordinary stone in his hands. He could see it, but he couldn’t use it.
But now, he felt he finally had the key to open this treasure vault.
"Captain, I’m going to see if I can read what’s inside this," Han Feng said to Zhang Hao.
At his words, everyone’s breath hitched.
Everyone was well aware of the Jade Scroll’s value.
A legacy treasured by an ancient Martial Artist in a hidden ruin was of inestimable worth.
Zhang Hao nodded solemnly, his voice low.
"We’ll stand guard for you."
The others immediately spread out, forming a protective circle around Han Feng, and watched their surroundings vigilantly.
Han Feng sat down cross-legged and closed his eyes.
Under the command of his will, the newly formed and still somewhat illusory Divine Sense cautiously extended from between his eyebrows.
Like an invisible tentacle, it gently touched the Jade Scroll.
BUZZ—
A torrent of information, far gentler than the pressure from the Refining Device yet filled with endless vicissitudes and solitude, instantly flooded into his mind.
A fragmented image appeared.
The sky was shattered, filled with black cracks.
The earth was wailing, and countless strange buildings were collapsing.
A man in ancient Daoist robes, wielding a cyan Flying Sword, was locked in a life-or-death battle with an indescribable shadowy monster that had emerged from a crack.
"...The Dao of Heaven has crumbled, Spiritual Qi has run rampant, and the old ways are no more..."
A hoarse and weary voice, as if crossing an eternity, echoed in Han Feng’s mind.
"I am Ling Weizi, the last disciple of the Cyan Cloud Sword Sect."
"The sect has been destroyed, my Dao companion has fallen, and I have barely survived in this Secret Realm."
"However, the path of Qi Cultivation is now a dead end."
"Absorbing the frenzied Spiritual Qi brings no benefit, only harm."
"After ten years of contemplation, I forged a new path, merging the Martial Arts of Body Forging with Immortal Techniques to create this Spirit Martial Technique, hoping to leave a spark of hope for future generations."
At this point, the information stream ended and the image shattered.
Immediately after, three distinct streams of information were clearly branded into Han Feng’s Divine Sense.
The first was a Visualization Method—the "Three-Inch Heart Sword Observation Method."
This was not a Cultivation Technique, but a fundamental Technique for refining and protecting one’s Divine Sense.
Within the Sea of Consciousness, one visualizes and condenses a three-inch Heart Sword.
Once the Heart Sword is formed, the Divine Sense becomes stable, and external demons will find it difficult to invade.
’This is exactly what I need right now!’
The second was a peculiar finger technique—the "Lingxi Finger."
This was not a killing technique, but a subtle auxiliary Technique.
It uses a minimal amount of Spiritual Power to induce energy resonance within a target, allowing one to probe its structure, discover flaws, and even provide a slight amplification.
Han Feng’s eyes lit up instantly.
’My [Spiritual Vision] can "see," and the "Lingxi Finger" can "interfere"! Combined, my abilities in Rune Construction and mechanical repair will take a quantum leap!’
The third, and most central, was a Cultivation Technique—the "Cyan Cloud Spirit Martial Technique."
It detailed the complete cultivation path from the Body Tempering Realm to the Celestial Human Realm.
Its foundation lay in refining Spiritual Qi into a source energy called "Spiritual Essence," then using that Spiritual Essence to nourish the body and open the "Dao Veins." It was far superior to the mainstream Martial Arts of today.
Han Feng came to a sudden realization.
’No wonder my Sword Essence felt so crude to use. It turns out I was missing the "Dao Veins" needed to contain and guide it.’
The current Martial Arts system on Blue Star was likely a simplified version derived from these ancient techniques, having discarded the core aspects of "refining" and "Dao Veins," leaving only the part that strengthened the physical body.
And he, because of his [Sword Bone], had stumbled onto a path similar to that of the Ancient Cultivators.
"...With the arrival of the Dharma-Ending Age, we Cultivators are a relic of the past."
"Remember, the fortitude of the Divine Soul is far more important than the strength of one’s Magical Power."
"This is the bloody lesson of my entire life..."
After one last, long sigh, the information stream was completely cut off.
[Ding! New Skills detected and recorded on the panel.]
[Visualization Method: Three-Inch Heart Sword Observation Method (Uninitiated: 0/100)]
[Skill: Lingxi Finger (Uninitiated: 0/100)]
[Cultivation Technique: Cyan Cloud Spirit Martial Technique (Uninitiated: 0/1000)]
Han Feng slowly withdrew his Divine Sense. His face was slightly pale, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat.
Receiving such a massive amount of information at once was an immense burden on his fledgling Divine Sense.
But the excitement in his eyes was impossible to hide.
"Fengzi?"
Zhang Hao asked with concern when he saw him open his eyes.
"How did it go?"
Han Feng let out a long breath, a smile spreading across his face as he looked at the companions surrounding him.
"The rewards were far beyond my imagination."
He didn’t keep it to himself. He picked up his personal terminal and began operating it.
A moment later, he handed the terminal to Zhang Hao.
"Captain, you all should take a look at this."
Zhang Hao took it with a puzzled expression, and the others gathered around curiously.
On the terminal’s screen were three newly created text files.
"Three-Inch Heart Sword Observation Method," "Lingxi Finger," and "Cyan Cloud Spirit Martial Technique."
Han Feng had recorded every part of the techniques’ incantations that he could remember, exactly as they were.
When Zhang Hao opened the first file and read only a few lines, his pupils contracted violently.
As a Meridian Passage Realm Third Layer cultivator, he knew better than anyone how difficult it was to cultivate Spiritual Power.
The Visualization Methods at the academy easily cost hundreds of thousands or even millions of Contribution Points, and they were only partial versions.
But this one before him pointed directly to the foundation of Divine Sense, and it was complete and profound!
"This... This is..."
Zhang Hao’s voice was strained.
"The three things from the Jade Scroll," Han Feng said calmly.
"Everyone can practice the Visualization Method. It’s useful for all of us."
"Su Yue should be able to use the Lingxi Finger."
"As for the Spirit Martial Technique..."
He paused, then explained.
"It requires a ’Spiritual Essence’ purer than Inner Qi to cultivate, so we can’t use it for now. But the power-generating techniques and the insights on cultivation realms inside should still be enlightening for us."
The stone house fell deathly silent.
Everyone was stunned by Han Feng’s actions.
Wang Meng opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but couldn’t get a single word out.
He knew this stuff was priceless, but he never expected Han Feng to share it so easily.
The way Fan Jian, Liu Cheng, Gu Yun, and the others looked at Han Feng had transformed from initial scrutiny and admiration to complete and utter respect.
The dead silence in the room was broken by a rough gasp from Wang Meng.
"Ho... Holy shit..."
Wang Meng’s eyes were wide as saucers. He looked from the personal terminal in Zhang Hao’s hands to Han Feng’s calm face, his mouth hanging open for a long time, utterly unable to speak another word.
This was the complete goddamn legacy of an Ancient Cultivator from an Exotic Realm!
A Visualization Method!
A fundamental Technique that points directly to Divine Sense!
Forget about a Secret Realm; even in East Sea Fortress City, the appearance of something like this would be enough to make the great families tear each other apart for it.
But Han Feng just... shared it without a second thought?
