Chapter 214: Chapter 193: Mortal Slaying God! Your God Is My Experience Pack
"Aren’t they trying to welcome some bullshit Weaver? I refuse to give them the satisfaction!"
This was the final, defiant roar of a dying man in this goddamn world.
The next moment, his expression turned savage. With a sudden burst of strength, he began to rip the crystal out of his own chest!
"AH!!!"
The parasitic Divine Thought let out a despairing shriek.
"Do it now!!!"
Li Wei roared, using the last of his strength.
Han Feng moved.
He drained the last of his Spiritual Power, condensing a faint yet exceptionally pure Sword Aura at his fingertip.
This sword was not meant for killing.
But to sever.
Body Technique·Reversal of Heaven and Earth!
Han Feng’s figure cut a bizarre trajectory through the air, appearing before Li Wei in an instant.
His finger jabbed forward.
It struck the last few blood vessels connecting the dark purple crystal to Li Wei’s flesh.
POP!
The blood vessels snapped.
The "Holy Infant," which had been parasitizing Li Wei for so long, finally detached.
The instant it detached, no longer suppressed by Li Wei’s physical body, a terrifyingly suffocating wave of power erupted from within the crystal.
In the sky, the giant eyeball that had been watching the show for some time now seemed to answer a summons.
A pillar of blood-red light shot straight down toward the crystal.
"Run!"
Li Wei’s body crumpled to the ground as he yelled with his last breath.
But Han Feng snatched the scorching-hot crystal.
System notifications blared frantically in his mind.
[Warning! High-dimensional lifeform larva detected! Awakening in progress!]
[Energy Level: Tier Three Early Stage... Tier Three Middle Stage... Climbing at extreme speed!]
The dark purple "Holy Infant" crystal was as scorching as a branding iron in Han Feng’s hand.
Without a physical body to act as a buffer, the chaotic energy within it surged up his arm and into his body like an unleashed flood.
This wasn’t gentle Spiritual Qi, but high-dimensional impurities filled with savagery, hunger, and chaos.
Any other Martial Artist in the Meridian Passage Realm would have already exploded and died.
But Han Feng was different.
His [Innate Sword Body] was like an insatiable furnace, taking in everything without refusal.
[Warning! High-dimensional Energy corrosion detected... Sword Body transformation in progress...]
[Foundation Establishment Energy +50... +80... +120...]
The system notifications came so fast they blurred into a single, continuous stream.
Han Feng felt his meridians stretch to their breaking point. The intensely painful pleasure was more stimulating than swallowing ten pounds of ghost peppers whole.
’Li Wei... to think you’d leave me such a parting gift.’
Han Feng shook out his numb arm and looked to the sky.
The massive, blood-red eyeball was now wide open.
It had no pupil, only countless overlapping, blood-red rings that rotated slowly.
With each rotation, the air over Ping’an County grew a fraction heavier.
The bluestone slabs on the ground began to pulverize. Surrounding houses collapsed and vanished in silence, as if erased from a painted scroll by an invisible, giant hand.
This was the oppressive might of a higher being.
In this Low-dimensional Illusion Realm, where even the Meridian Passage Realm was considered expert-level, this being was an absolute God.
VMMMM—
A heart-stopping wave descended from the sky. It wasn’t a physical attack, but a purely spiritual one, meant to crush its target’s mind.
Han Feng’s mind felt as if it had been thrown into a blender. Even with [Heart Clarity and Nature Seeing] protecting him, blood still trickled from his nose and ears.
’Too strong.’
’It’s on a completely different level.’
’Both my Swordsmanship and my newly-learned [Three-Inch Heart Sword] are a joke in front of this eye.’
’Wait to die?’
Han Feng wiped the blood from his face, a crazed smile spreading across his lips.
He had a peculiar trait: the more desperate the situation, the clearer his mind became, and the bolder he grew.
[Warning! High-dimensional Will has locked on!]
[Warning! Devastating strike imminent in 10 seconds!]
[Countdown: 10... 9... 8...]
The system panel glowed so red it looked ready to drip blood.
Han Feng could feel it. The eye that filled half the sky above him was gathering enough power to conceptually erase the entire Illusion Realm.
’Eight seconds?’
A crazed grin spread across Han Feng’s blood-streaked face.
’That’s enough.’
He suddenly clenched his fist, his fingers closing like an iron vise.
CRACK!
The "Holy Infant" crystal in his hand—the culmination of all of Li Wei’s Life Essence and the painstaking efforts of the Blood Feeding Sect—was crushed to pieces.
Without a moment’s hesitation, he activated his Innate Sword Body at full power.
It was like shoving a nuclear reactor directly into his stomach.
BOOM!
A torrent of impossibly violent energy surged into his meridians. His right arm instantly exploded into a mist of blood, only to be forcibly contained and refined by silver-white Sword Essence in the next second.
[Ding! High-purity origin core devoured...]
[Foundation Establishment Energy skyrocketing!]
[Progress +500... +1,200... +3,000...]
The system notifications dissolved into a stream of garbled code.
The progress bar, which had been just over 2,800, shot up like a rocket. In the blink of an eye, it broke past five thousand and was rapidly approaching the seven-thousand mark!
’But that’s not enough.’
Han Feng looked up, his gaze fixed on the giant eye in the sky.
The aura of destruction made even his Divine Sense shudder.
It was an absolute suppression of power levels.
’But you have one fatal weakness.’
Han Feng’s eyes blazed with a terrifying light, and the overload on his Divine Sense sent blood streaming from his nose.
’This is the Suspended Mountain Secret Realm. Everything here is bound by its rules.’
’Your power might have been smuggled in, but your Will... is Tier Three at best!’
A Tier Three Will, trying to control Tier Four or even Tier Five power.
It was like a three-year-old driving a heavy tank.
’This is my only chance.’
’System!’ Han Feng roared in his mind.
’Pour every last bit of my energy into it!’
’Target: Three-Inch Heart Sword!’
’Physical attacks can’t reach it, and a conventional Spiritual Attack would only be an annoyance.’
’In that case, I’ll forge this Heart Sword into a blade capable of slaying a god!’
[Ding! Command received.]
[Drawing from reserved Foundation Establishment Energy... Consuming 7,580 points!]
[Evolving Divine Technique...]
At that moment, all the energy within Han Feng’s body—including the still-raw origin power of the "Holy Infant" he had just devoured—poured into the spiritual center between his brows.
It felt as if someone had poured a ton of molten iron into his brain.
Agony!
So agonizing his very soul began to twitch!
But amidst this extreme agony, a cold gleam suddenly flared to life in the depths of Han Feng’s Sea of Consciousness.
The once-illusory Heart Sword, nourished by this massive infusion of energy, underwent a fundamental transformation.
It was no longer transparent, but had taken on a chilling, grayish-white hue.
It was a color stripped of all pigment and warmth; the color of Silent Extinction, of finality, the one true color of all things returning to the Ruins.
[Ding! Divine Technique transformation successful!]
[Spirit-Slaying (Tier Three Peak)]
[Trait: Ignores distance, ignores defense, directly strikes the core consciousness.]
By now, the dark red pillar of light in the sky had fully formed. Wielding world-destroying power, it bore down on him.
"It is over, insect."
A vast and indifferent thought echoed across the world.
Han Feng didn’t dodge.
He even tossed aside the broken sword hilt in his hand.
Amidst the crimson light that filled the sky, he slowly raised his right hand. Pressing his index and middle fingers together to form a sword sign, he pointed toward the imperious giant eye.
Blood streamed from his eyes, ears, and nose, his face a savage mask.
And yet, his laugh was utterly unhinged.
"Insect?"
"Today, I’ll show you what it means for a mortal to slay a god!"
"Divine Technique—Spirit-Slaying!"
With a sharp downward slash of his joined fingers.
VMMMM—
There was no sound in the world.
But on the spiritual plane, every remaining consciousness heard the crisp sound of tearing silk.
A thin, grayish-white line burst forth from Han Feng’s fingertip.
It looked unremarkable, even seeming a bit dim against the blood-red background.
But it was too fast.
Faster than thought.
It ignored space, ignored the beam of energy that could vaporize steel, and appeared directly in the center of the scarlet giant eye.
PFFT.
It was like a hot knife slicing through butter.
That giant eye, originally filled with indifference and arrogance, froze in that instant.
Then, an emotion akin to stunned disbelief spread from its core.
It could not understand.
Why could a mere ant deliver a sword strike that made it feel fear?
The moment that sliver of grayish-white Sword Intent pierced its core consciousness, it erupted with explosive force.
It didn’t sever.
It annihilated.
Its vast yet bloated Tier Three Will, faced with a Half-Step Tier Four Divine Technique that had been compressed and purified by the system, was as fragile as a snowflake in the blazing sun. It melted away in an instant.
"NO—!!"
A bloodcurdling shriek exploded deep within the souls of all who could hear it.
The pillar of destruction, just about to crash down on Han Feng’s head, stopped dead.
Then, it collapsed.
Without a will to command it, the world-destroying energy instantly became an ownerless, chaotic torrent.
The giant eye in the sky began to disintegrate.
It was no longer an eye, but a grand, silent, blood-red firework display, spreading wildly across the sky.
