Chapter 349 - 263: Reigning over Dragon’s Fang, Devouring Soul Crystals
[Side Effects: Residual resentment and Spiritual Contamination from High-dimensional Creatures within. Forced absorption may lead to cognitive dissonance, auditory hallucinations, and schizophrenia.]
[Recommended for use with a High Tier Visualization Method.]
"Fortune favors the bold."
A ruthless glint flashed in Han Feng’s eyes.
He pinched a Soul Crystal and, without the slightest hesitation, pressed it directly against the acupoint between his eyebrows.
BOOM!
The instant the Soul Crystal touched his skin, an icy, bone-chilling current surged into his Sea of Consciousness.
That wasn’t just Energy.
It was the screams of countless people, the roars of Sea Demons, the chaotic whispers from a higher dimension.
"Join us... return to the void..."
"Flesh is weak... ascend..."
"Devour him! Devour him!"
The scene before Han Feng’s eyes changed in an instant.
The dilapidated warehouse vanished, replaced by a gray, hazy void.
Countless grotesque creatures with tentacles and eyeballs surrounded him, letting out nauseating, vicious laughs as they extended their claws, intent on tearing his soul to shreds.
The feeling was incredibly real.
If it were an ordinary Martial Artist, even a Tier Four Grandmaster, they would likely have their defenses instantly shattered by this sudden Spiritual Shock, becoming nothing more than a drooling madman.
Han Feng snorted coldly, and with a mere thought...
Deep within his Sea of Consciousness, the "Three-Inch Heart Sword," which had originally been somewhat dim...
...as if provoked, suddenly let out a clear, resounding sword cry.
ZING!
A flash of sword light.
The arrogant and rampant illusions and whispers from moments ago were instantly ground to dust, like snow meeting a red-hot brand.
"AH—"
A bloodcurdling scream seemed to echo from the void.
Immediately after, the once-violent Energy became incredibly docile, transforming into the purest spiritual nourishment and moisturizing Han Feng’s parched Sea of Consciousness.
The sensation was like a desert traveler drinking an ice-cold cola, every pore in his body rejoicing.
"Incredible!"
Han Feng’s eyes lit up.
’This is a hundred times more efficient than grueling Meditation!’
"Again!"
He no longer hesitated. Grabbing a handful of Soul Crystals in each hand, he began to fully operate the "Three-Inch Heart Sword Observation Method."
Within his Sea of Consciousness, the Heart Sword danced and flew, acting like a precision grinder that annihilated all the Spiritual Contamination.
One, two, five...
As the Soul Crystals were continuously consumed, the aura around Han Feng began to climb steadily.
His Spiritual Power, which had been depleted from overuse, not only recovered rapidly but also began to break through at a terrifying speed.
2300Hz...
2500Hz...
’A bottleneck?’
Before the domineering Heart Sword, the so-called bottleneck was like a paper window—broken with a single poke.
An unknown amount of time passed.
When the last Soul Crystal turned to dust and slipped through his fingers...
Han Feng’s eyes snapped open.
In that instant, it was as if a bolt of lightning had flashed through the pitch-black secret chamber, illuminating it brightly.
Deep within his pupils, the faint shadow of a sword seemed to swirl, and wherever his gaze landed, the very air seemed to twist subtly.
He felt as if the entire world had changed.
His five senses were magnified infinitely. Even through the heavy alloy door and over ten meters of earth...
...he could clearly hear the sound of the tide crashing against the reefs at the docks, and could even discern the frequency of a seagull’s flapping wings a hundred meters away.
His Divine Sense spread outwards.
His Perception Domain, which had originally only covered a hundred meters, now expanded madly like mercury flowing across the ground.
One hundred twenty meters... one hundred thirty meters... one hundred fifty meters...
Two hundred meters!
Within a two-hundred-meter radius, every street, every person’s breath, even the movements of rats in the underground pipes, were all rendered in perfect detail in his mind.
This feeling of controlling everything was intoxicating.
"Hoo..."
Han Feng slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air. The stream of air condensed, not scattering, and flew three meters before slowly dissipating.
He called up his system panel.
[Host: Han Feng]
[Spiritual Power: 3100Hz (Tier Four Middle Stage)]
[Traits: Divine Thought Like Silk, Insightful.]
Han Feng clenched his fists, a satisfied smile gracing his lips.
3100Hz!
To put it in perspective, the Spiritual Power of an ordinary Early Stage Divine Containment Realm Grandmaster was only between 500 and 2500.
He was currently only in the Meridian Passage Realm, yet his Spiritual Power had already stepped firmly into Tier Four Middle Stage!
As he was now, if he were to encounter that Sea Demon again, he wouldn’t need to use fighter jets or missiles at all.
A single glare, and his Heart Sword would leave his body, grinding the monster’s spiritual core to dust.
’Divine Thought Sword Control, killing from a hundred paces... This is the true power of a Sword Immortal.’
Han Feng stood up and stretched his slightly stiff neck, producing a series of cracking sounds.
’By my calculations, the supply fleet from East Sea City should be arriving soon.’
He pushed open the door of the secret chamber and strode out.
Outside the door, the young adjutant was pacing back and forth anxiously.
The moment he saw Han Feng emerge, he immediately rushed forward, his face filled with unconcealable joy.
"Sir! The supply fleet has arrived!"