God of Fishing

Outside the Ten Thousand Beast Mound.

An hour had passed, and only the last hundred breaths of time remained.

Before, too many people who had gone in, were now coming out. Niu Dali, Crocodile Tie, Ma Qilin, and the others were already waiting outside.

At this moment, the eyes of these people were all staring at the cliff wall.

Ma Qilin said, "Not good, has Brother Niu forgotten the time?"

Crocodile Tie: "Or, has Brother Niu discovered the chance here?"

The Ox had now found the old sheep: "The Ox is not out yet, could something have gone wrong?"

The old goat shook his head slightly, "What could go wrong? At most, you'll only be in there for five years, so who's missing those five years?"

Elephant Tons also said, "Naturally, he doesn't forget time. But he didn't choose to come out, either because something happened to him, or he wanted to spend five years working on some conjecture. Five years is actually not that long."

These Zuns were not very anxious about the fact that Han Fei didn't come out.

In fact, after they entered Zun, when they entered this place, many of them chose to stay inside for five years. After all, those who were able to enter Zun were not bad in terms of talent or anything else, and they all thought that they might become the favorites of the heavens. In case, they got a great chance or something ...... this mere five years of light, they could earn a fortune!

......

When Han Fei woke up from the chaos, he only felt as if he had experienced an epiphany.

It seemed that he had gained countless more battle experiences.

The methods that he had learned were almost all forgotten in this instant. However, they had turned into an almost instinctive reaction of his own.

Only, Han Fei did not rejoice at this comprehension. At this time, his face was quite heavy.

The War God's last words seemed to be full of helplessness.

What would an emperor of the hall feel so helpless in the face of something? Darkness? Unlucky? What the hell is all that?

"Huh?"

Han Fei suddenly froze, and he saw faint blue soul grains floating everywhere on this grassland.

"I Nima ......"

A bright smile spread across Han Fei's face. It didn't look like the War God Boss had nothing left for himself. He had actually made a large amount of unclaimed souls on the grasslands.

"Wait ......"

Han Fei sensed a hint of something wrong acutely and drank, "Fusion."

When the Yin-Yang divine Eye appeared, Han Fei looked at this part of the world again and saw that there seemed to be terrifying energy in the void. That feeling ...... was actually Chaos Qi?

When Han Fei took a second look at it, his face changed dramatically and he shouted angrily, "Old Yuan, stop it. Don't blame me for turning against you if you dare to absorb one more bit of Chaos Qi."

The old turtle said leisurely, "Be reasonable, you can't suck up all this chaotic qi."

Han Fei coldly snorted, "If I can't suck it all up, it's still mine. You want to suck it? Then wait until I'm done sucking."

Han Fei secretly urged the Demon Refining Pot to shake it on top of Old Crow*turtle.

Suddenly, the old turtle shouted, "Fine, fine, you suck, you suck ......"

The old turtle sighed quietly, "I never thought that this emperor would still be alive."

Han Fei directly sat down, splitting hundreds of soul flames out to absorb the wandering souls of the four directions. Then, Han Fei only laughed lightly, "People's realms are higher than yours. If you can live, why can't someone's emperor live?"

Old Turtle: "It's not like that! The battle of the gods, all fallen ...... surprisingly, there are still people surviving, that ......"

Han Fei was confused, "Then what?"

The old turtle shook his head, "It's nothing ...... Right, in fact, these Godless Souls and Chaos Qi were not given to you by that War God, but rather the Godless Souls and Chaos Qi that this Ten Thousand Beast Mound itself is pregnant with."

Han Fei was puzzled, "I believe in saying that there are masterless souls here. But where did you get so much pure energy here?"

As a Spirit Gatherer, Han Fei was keenly aware: the kind of Dao power contained in the aura here seemed to have increased.

It was just that even though Han Fei knew full well that this chaotic qi needed to be slowly refined and then absorbed by himself. Nonetheless, he was unwilling to take all of this chaotic qi and make it all cheap for the old turtle.

The devouring and assimilation of the Masterless Soul was fast, and in just less than a day, Han Fei had swallowed nearly 30,000 points of the Masterless Soul.

However, his own soul power seemed to have reached its limit.

However, when Han Fei looked at his personal information, for a moment, his entire body froze.

But in the eyes, information surfaced.

Owner: Han Fei

Level: 83 (peak Junior Zunzi)

Air of Chaos: 6 strands

Spirituality: 999,999,999 (the limit of the Daoist heart)

Perception: 36,000 miles

Strength: 4001 waves

First Spiritual Vein: Unknown

Second Spiritual Vein: Unknown

First Talented Soul Beast: Dual Life Yin Yang Swallowing Spirit Fish [Level 73]

Second Talented Soul Beast: Emperor Sparrow [Level 39]

Major: The sixth level of "The Void Fishing Technique", "Stealing Heaven" [Zun-level Divine Product].

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Seeing this information, Han Fei himself was dumbfounded, and it took a long while for Han Fei to realize: the limits of his soul and power had been broken.

"War God?"

Han Fei came to his senses!

As soon as he woke up just now, he felt like he somehow understood a lot of things.

At this moment, when Han Fei reviewed them one by one again, he suddenly realized: all of what he had learned in his life had reached a kind of return to the basics.

It was an amazing feeling!

Without even thinking about it, Hanfei knew: how to move every muscle part of his body? How do you want to arrange every bit of aura? Breath swallowing, what it should look like ......

Immediately, Han Fei drew out a strand of his own essence blood. At this point, he didn't go to decompose the aura, but instead went to decompose the blood.

When the old turtle saw this, he couldn't help but say, "What are you doing?"

Han Fei: "Old Yuan, I said that I feel that every drop of my essence blood seems to contain something similar to a Dao rhyme, do you believe me?"

The old turtle chanted for a long time, "That's not a dao rhyme."

Han Fei's eyes lit up, "Then what is it?"

Old Turtle: "It's the bloodline talent. Something that can be passed on to the bloodline is usually a person's use of some kind of power, and after using it to the extreme, they will reflect and store these powers or arts in their bloodline. If there is an heir, then the heir will be able to get his or her inheritance, or it may be passed down from generation to generation ...... However, the requirement to form a bloodline inheritance is very high, that is, your comprehension of a certain great art has reached the extreme. It can be said that this art must already have to have become a part of your body to be able to do so."

Han Fei was puzzled, "It's like ...... the battle skill inheritance of a gifted soul beast or contracted spirit beast?"

Old Turtle: "Not the same. That one of theirs is a racial inheritance, and it's inherent in their bloodline. Of course, that's because their first generation ancestors, who comprehended some peak power, and their offspring can inherit it. If there weren't powerful ancestors, there wouldn't be a powerful racial inheritance."

Han Fei said in his heart, "As esoteric as it sounds, isn't it just genetic coding? It seemed that what he had was already programmed into his gene pool.

Old Turtle continued, "Humans are different, the human race is too large. Moreover, after endless years of passing, there are too many mysterious inheritances contained in the bloodline. However, it is too unlikely that those that are truly inherited will be successful. In fact, precisely because of this inheritance, some people could be gifted with great talent, while others could have outstanding spiritual veins. However, because the human race was too large, the inheritance also varied. Some powerful humans often sought to create their own unique bloodline. As such, when their own bloodline is purified, the bloodline also possesses inheritance characteristics."

After hearing this explanation from the old turtle, Han Fei said, "What are the benefits of purifying the bloodline?"

Old Turtle said, "It's hard to explain the specific benefits. Anyway, some people who pursue the ultimate will continuously purify their bloodline. In this way, not to mention the issue of inheritance, they will at least be able to integrate everything they have learned and thought about. In terms of battle prowess, it would also improve. In fact, the main benefit of doing so was to polish one's own foundation. As for the inheritance and whatnot, it's actually incidental ......"

"Polishing the roots?"

Once Han Fei heard that, it turned out that grinding the roots could still be so polished?

Old Turtle said, "I know that you must have just had an epiphany, otherwise, you wouldn't have asked such a question. Starting from an ordinary person, all the way up to now, every stage you've gone through, it's impossible for you to break through in the most perfect state. Even if you think it's perfect, there are still some flaws in it after all. Therefore, that War God, probably reflected everything you've experienced into your soul, allowing you to blend in and mend the flaws you once had, using this method to polish your foundation."

Han Fei narrowed his eyes, "So, my essence blood then had a problem, and my bloodline became more pure?"

The old turtle hmmmed, "It's not pure enough. Whenever you are able to thoroughly digest this War God's Essence Blood, you'll be able to be truly pure."

Hearing the old turtle explain, Han Fei immediately understood: why had the upper limit of the divine Spirit's power directly soared to 9999 points?

It seemed that the War God had helped himself polish his foundation in his own way.

But why had the power of the spirit increased so much, but his own power, only increased by a fraction?

Han Fei looked at the words "the limit of the Daoist heart", thought for a moment, and continued to ask, "Old Yuan, is there a limit to the Daoist heart?"

"Of course."

The Old Turtle said, "The Dao Heart, usually determines the scope of a person's available growth, or the Dao. A person whose Dao Heart is not sound enough has a limit. As long as he never comprehends his true Dao, there will be a limit to his Daoist heart. No matter what, there is no way to cross this limit."

At that time, Han Fei's heart thudded.

Theoretically, if one knew the direction of the Dao and had a firm Dao Heart, there should be no limit to the power of the Spirit.

However, now that he had appeared with a limit ...... it seemed that unless he could comprehend the Dao, he wouldn't be able to!

Thinking about it a bit, Han Fei still grasped it keenly: the old turtle said the growth range of the Avenue Space? What does this mean?

Han Fei said, "Old Yuan, the Dao, does it have a range?"

Old Turtle said, "You will naturally know about this when you split the sea. If I have to tell you now, I can only say that everyone has their own piece of sea, named the Origin Sea. The origin sea provides you with power, and the size of the origin sea is the range of your dao ...... Such an explanation is useless. Because you won't be able to experience it until you've reached that step."

Han Fei's nose, grunting: that's not going to work! Now, it seems that your own dowsing has begun to limit your growth ......

It seems that I should indeed study the so-called "heart of the Tao".