Chapter 215: Chapter 194: Collapse of the Illusion Realm, Soul Ferry
The sky had fallen.
The colossal, blood-red eye that had taken up half the sky didn’t explode in a cataclysmic blast after being pierced by that sliver of gray-white Sword Intent.
Instead, like glass struck by a sledgehammer, it instantly shattered into a billion flecks of dark red light.
The terrifying pressure that had made bones creak and groan vanished in an instant.
In its place, a rain began to fall.
A rain of light composed of the purest Spiritual Energy and fragments of high-dimensional laws.
"Cough... Ahem, cough..."
Han Feng, leaning on the hilt of his broken longsword, knelt on one knee amidst the devastated streets.
He was a miserable sight to behold.
Blood streamed from his seven orifices, the flesh of his right arm was torn open to reveal gleaming white bone fragments, and fine beads of blood seeped from every pore on his body.
That last attack, the Divine Power·Spirit Slash, had been absurdly powerful, but it had also instantly drained all of his Essence, Qi, and Spirit, even overdrawing on his Life Force.
It felt as if a mere Mortal had forcibly shouldered a great mountain and hurled it.
He was lucky it hadn’t crushed him to death.
’Damn it... That was a huge loss.’
Han Feng wiped the blood from his face, feeling as though thousands of steel needles were piercing his brain. The pain made him gasp.
But the next second, when he looked up and saw the sky full of drifting red points of light, his once-dim eyes blazed like a pair of searchlights.
These points of light...
This was all the Spiritual Origin scattered after the Eye of the Blood Sea collapsed!
This was a tonic countless times more High-Level and pure than that "Holy Infant" from before!
If the Holy Infant was a slab of fatty meat, then these points of light were top-grade Kobe beef.
And this beef was sliced, cooked, and served right to his mouth.
’System!’
Han Feng let out a nearly ravenous roar in his mind. ’Don’t play dead! It’s time to eat!’
BZZZT—!
He didn’t even need to say another word.
The long-famished Innate Sword Body instantly went into overdrive.
Han Feng’s body seemed to transform into a massive, humanoid black hole, generating a terrifying suction force.
The rain of light, which had been scattering in all directions, was drawn in by this force. Like a torrent that had found an outlet, it surged toward Han Feng in a mad rush.
BOOM!
The first wave of Energy entered his body.
Han Feng trembled violently, unable to suppress a groan of absolute ecstasy.
If the Energy from the Holy Infant had carried a trace of impurity and tyranny, then this energy from the collapsed Will of the Blood Sea—annihilated and purified by the Spirit-Slaying Divine Power—was unbelievably pure.
No refinement needed, no filtering required.
Just direct absorption!
[Ding! High-dimensional Spiritual Origin (Fragmented) detected...]
[Innate Sword Body is devouring...]
[Spiritual Strength +5... +8... +15...]
[Foundation Establishment Energy reserves surging! Current progress: 7580/10000... 8200/10000...]
The blue system panel flashed frantically before Han Feng’s eyes, the notifications scrolling so fast they blurred into a single line.
Amazing!
This felt incredible!
The intense pain and weakness from overexerting his body receded like a tide, nourished by this immense Energy.
His depleted meridians refilled, becoming even more tenacious and wider than before.
His once-arid Sea of Consciousness was now being drenched by a torrential downpour.
As his Spiritual Strength continued to climb, Han Feng felt his thoughts become clearer than ever before.
His Divine Soul, damaged from forcibly using the Divine Technique, was not only instantly repaired but was also undergoing a qualitative transformation under the refinement of this High-dimensional Energy.
[Ding! Spiritual Strength has broken through 800...]
[Ding! Spiritual Strength has broken through 900...]
This rate of improvement was simply absurd, like shooting upward on a rocket.
You had to understand, an ordinary Meridian Passage Realm Martial Artist’s Spiritual Strength was only around one hundred. Even for those geniuses who specialized as Spiritual Mind Masters, two or three hundred was their absolute limit.
But Han Feng was now skyrocketing toward a number that would drive others to despair.
But that wasn’t what excited Han Feng the most.
He was staring intently at the progress bar labeled [Foundation Establishment Empowerment].
Ever since he got this system, the "Foundation Establishment Empowerment," which required ten thousand points of Energy to activate, had been like a tantalizing pie in the sky—visible but unreachable.
But now.
It was full.
[Ding!]
[Foundation Establishment Energy reserves: 9500/10000... 9900/10000...]
[10000/10000!]
[Energy reserves have reached Perfection! Conditions for Foundation Establishment Empowerment have been met! Activate now? (Note: The current environment is unstable. It is recommended to activate after returning to reality.)]
"Hooo..."
Han Feng let out a long breath, forcibly suppressing the urge to click "Activate" right now.
This was, after all, a collapsing Illusion Realm. Who knew what kind of commotion activating the Empowerment would cause? If he got buried before it was finished, he’d go down in history as the most pathetic Transmigrator ever.
’Don’t activate yet.’
Han Feng recited in his mind.
Even without activating the Empowerment, his gains this time were so massive he felt like stripping naked and running two laps around the street.
He subconsciously extended his Divine Sense outward.
BOOM!
His Divine Sense, which originally had only a ten-meter range, now expanded wildly like a wild horse breaking free from its shackles.
Fifteen meters... twenty meters... thirty meters...
Everything around him became different.
He could "see" every speck of dust floating in the air, "hear" the rustle of a mouse crawling over floor tiles hundreds of meters away, and even perceive the subtle fluctuations of Space itself.
This feeling of being in control of everything was intoxicating.
In the end, the range of his Divine Sense settled at fifty meters.
A full fivefold increase!
Within this range, he was an absolute God.
Nothing, not a whisper of wind nor a stir of grass—not even an enemy’s heartbeat or the contraction of their muscles—could escape his Perception.
Just then, another system notification chimed, its tone unusually tinged with a hint of delight.
