Chapter 404 - 285: A First Glimpse of the True Essence of Weapon Divine Power
BOOM!
Han Feng felt a violent jolt in his mind!
The fifty wisps of silver Sword Aura in his Dubhe Acupoint were instantly drained!
An indescribably profound stream of information gushed from the system’s depths and slammed into his soul!
The three words "Sword Storage Technique" on his panel began to flicker wildly, becoming blurry.
Finally, amidst a blinding golden light, they reformed into two brand-new words in large seal script.
[Spirit Storage Technique]!
[Ding! Congratulations, Host. You have temporarily comprehended a Divine Technique: Spirit Storage Technique (Single-Use)]
[Spirit Storage Technique: Can draw out a large amount of the free-floating spiritual essence within a target item, infusing and merging it into the core intelligence to forcefully give birth to and strengthen its Artifact Spirit.]
[Note: This process is irreversible and is a one-time effect. Confirm?]
"Confirm!"
HUMMM!
Han Feng felt his Dantian abruptly empty as the fifty wisps of sharp, silvery Sword Aura vanished in an instant.
At the same time, a feeling of profound and mysterious enlightenment washed over him.
A new technique, the Spirit Storage Technique, had appeared in his mind.
Without the slightest hesitation, Han Feng cast the technique he had just mastered upon the molten metal in the furnace.
"Now! Spirit Storage Technique, activate!"
At his command.
That profound power that had just merged with his soul instantly poured through his Spiritual Link with "Broken Star"!
In that instant, the entire "Broken Star" short sword seemed to transform into a black hole!
Inside the sword, from the newly repaired network of Spirit Patterns and the Demon Emperor’s Spine that formed its body—all the free-floating, dormant spiritual essence contained within was now being furiously extracted by an irresistible, tyrannical force!
Like a hundred rivers flowing to the sea!
All the spiritual essence transformed into streams of light, rushing madly in a near self-destructive manner toward that single, faint point of spiritual light at the core of the sword!
That point of spiritual light, as if injected with nuclear fuel, instantly erupted with a dazzling brilliance!
It expanded furiously, growing stronger and more solid!
A clear, nascent, and intimate consciousness formed in Han Feng’s mind.
It was no longer the vague, resistant consciousness from before.
Instead, it was a pure, nascent emotion, like a newborn’s attachment to its parents.
’It worked!’
Han Feng withdrew from the Spiritual Link and snapped his eyes open.
In the furnace before him, the "Broken Star" short sword’s appearance had completely changed.
It was no longer its original silver-white.
The entire body of the sword was now a deep, obsidian-like hue.
Along the spine of the sword, a dark gold pattern extended from the hilt to the tip, flowing slowly like a living thing.
Faint black arcs of electricity coiled around the blade.
A terrifying aura, restrained yet brimming with an endless, sharp menace, emanated from the blade.
Han Feng could even feel a faint, bloodline-like connection between himself and the sword.
He held out his hand and beckoned.
SHING!
A clear, crisp sword cry rang throughout the workshop.
The black short sword turned into a stream of light and instantly appeared in his hand, its hilt warm as if it were alive.
The system panel automatically popped up before Han Feng’s eyes.
[Item: Broken Star]
[Quality: Tier Four Lower Grade Spiritual Soldier]
[Materials: Tier Four Demon Emperor’s Spine (Spiritually Activated), Dark Star Meteorite Iron...]
[Trait 1: Soul Absorption (Passive): Can slowly absorb external energy to repair its own damage and enhance its spirituality.]
[Trait 2: Breaking Aura (Active): Can consume Sword Aura to condense a point of Breaking Technique Divine Radiance at the sword’s tip, ignoring all Energy Shields of Tier Three and below.]
[Trait 3: Sword Follows Heart (Passive): Spiritually bound to the host. Within the Range of Divine Sense, it moves as if it were an extension of your own arm, with its energy consumption reduced by 30%.]
Han Feng gripped the reborn "Broken Star", a feeling of a blood connection welling up inside him.
The sword’s body was no longer mere metal; it felt more like a piece of living bone.
The dark gold patterns flowed slowly along the deep black body of the sword, as if it had a breath of its own.
He could feel the nascent, naive consciousness within the sword conveying its affection and reliance.
’A Tier Four Lower Grade Spiritual Soldier...’
Looking at the appraisal results on the panel, Han Feng felt no great stir in his heart.
For him, this was only the beginning.
The real prize was the ’Creation’-like Artifact Refining technique and a deeper understanding of Man and Sword Unity.
"Just a little draining," Han Feng muttered, shaking his slightly throbbing head.
Whether it was reforging the Armor or the Sacrificial Refining of his Flying Sword, the drain on his Spiritual Power had been terrifying.
Right now, his Sea of Consciousness was completely empty, the fifty wisps of Sword Aura in his Dantian were gone, and he felt incredibly weak.
This was a production workshop, and the Spiritual Qi here was impure and chaotic—not a good place to recover.
He pushed open the workshop door and waved to Lin Xue and the others, who were still busy, to signal he was leaving. Then he walked straight out of the hangar.
The cool night wind on his skin finally eased some of his mental fatigue.
Han Feng glanced up at the bright moon. Without hesitating, he leaned forward slightly.
The Wind Manipulation Technique activated.
An invisible current of air lifted his body, and he rose silently from the ground, flying toward the villa district of East Sea Martial Arts University.
That place had the highest concentration of Spiritual Qi in the entire East Sea Martial Arts University Student Area. For someone like him with an Innate Sword Body, it was a free super-charging station.
He could automatically recharge his energy just by sleeping there. An opportunity like that was too good to waste.
Back at the familiar Villa Number Nine, Han Feng was too lazy to even shower. He threw himself onto the soft bed and instantly fell into a deep sleep.