The profound and strange soul seal began to change drastically. Han Feng's soul power surged, rising until it was higher than the spiritual light emitted by the eighth-tier spiritual treasure.
An illusory figure stood between heaven and earth, like a symbol of the Heavenly Dao, possessing supreme authority.
"Way of Heaven: Spirit Devour."
Han Feng raised his right hand, and the tall soul shadow behind him also slowly raised its arm.
Buzz!
Sensing its fate, the eighth-tier spiritual object began its final struggle. Unfortunately, as the shadow's palm fell, the overwhelming spiritual light was instantly pacified.
Han Feng finally got a clear look at the eighth-tier spiritual object in his hand.
It was a ball of milky-white liquid primordial metal, its surface covered with flowing, strange patterns, faintly emitting a special magnetic field.
"It's actually Innate Primordial Magnetism..."
A strange look appeared in Han Feng's eyes. Then, he decisively circulated the "Spirit Devour Secret Method" and swallowed this innate spiritual object into his sea of consciousness.
The Innate Primordial Magnetism had no specified grade, but it was born along with heaven and earth, a divine treasure comparable to a Heavenly Flame.
It was said that not only could it enhance a cultivator's perception of the energy of heaven and earth, but it could also form a special magnetic field, amplifying the cultivator's soul power and protecting the cultivator's soul source.
And as a metal-attribute spiritual object, it could also transform into various weapons at will, its power far surpassing those of the same rank.
Han Feng found a place on the mountain peak to sit down, cross-legged, preparing to face the backlash after using the secret method.
"Way of Heaven: Spirit Devour" was a legacy he had found while traveling the continent in his previous life. In terms of grade, it should belong to a Quasi-Heaven Rank soul skill, capable of tyrannically devouring external objects and digesting them into his own soul power.
On this continent, soul power was much more nascent compared to Dou Qi. Its inheritance was far from being as widespread as Dou Qi's, which could permeate among the common people.
The cultivation methods for soul power were only in the hands of some top-tier factions.
And devouring soul power was something that many people couldn't even imagine.
However, it was not as if there were no people who possessed this ability.
Han Feng remembered that among the five great clans of the Pill Tower, the little princess of the Dan Clan possessed a special physique that could devour the soul power of others.
This was a method that ignored the resentment of other people's souls and directly converted it into one's own soul power. It was feared by countless people, so it was not convenient to be exposed to others.
But without a doubt, mastering this ability could give a cultivator a great advantage in a clash of soul powers.
Han Feng did not have the rare physique of the Dan Clan's little princess, but he had found a legacy.
With his outstanding ability to comprehend the soul, he had also successfully grasped the mystery of spirit devouring.
This ability was initially hidden by him and was only used when confronting enemies, and it was purely used to defeat the enemy, not for devouring.
It was not until the soul-exterminating war broke out that Han Feng, with no way to retreat, began to use this move unscrupulously. He fought his way through, devouring many of the soul sources collected by the Hall of Souls, and raised his soul power realm at an extremely fast speed.
This technique was injurious to heavenly harmony, and Han Feng would not use it unless he had no other choice.
However, this time, in order to subdue the eighth-tier spiritual object, it was worth using once.
Han Feng's soul power began to weaken rapidly. Using a Quasi-Heaven Rank soul skill before even breaking through to the Spirit Realm resulted in a huge backlash.
Fortunately, he was prepared. He took out a jade bottle and drank the spirit liquid inside in one gulp.
At the same time, the Innate Primordial Magnetism, which had been forcefully subdued by the secret method in his sea of consciousness, also played its role in protecting its master.
A mysterious magnetic field spread out, protecting Han Feng's soul source, and even neutralized a large part of the fierce backlash.
Han Feng's brows slowly relaxed, and he let out a long breath.
"I've made a huge profit this time."
The benefits of the Innate Primordial Magnetism were in no way inferior to a Heavenly Flame. It was a growth-type spiritual object that could benefit him for a lifetime.
Even if his soul power needed a period of recuperation now, Han Feng did not regret it at all.
Because as long as he recovered, his strength would surely surpass what it was before.
This kind of opportunity to break through one's limits was rare even in his previous life.
After Han Feng calmed his breath, he summoned the Innate Primordial Magnetism and played with it in his hand for a while.
Buzz!
He was now the master of the Innate Primordial Magnetism, and he could also sense the mysterious magnetic field. With just a slight spread of his soul power, Han Feng knew where all the spirit ores were hidden in the vicinity.
In the following days, Han Feng began a treasure-hunting project, digging out many seventh-tier spirit ores, and even some eighth-tier ones.
These things were quite valuable, but compared to the Innate Primordial Magnetism in his body, they were just ordinary.
Afterward, he used the power of the Innate Primordial Magnetism to repair the terrain here, restoring it to its pre-battle state.
Standing on the mountain peak, Han Feng glanced back at the Iris Serpent, which had long since woken up but dared not approach. Without lingering, he spread his Dou Qi wings and flew away.
After leaving the secret realm, Han Feng spent three days rushing back to Black Luo City.
Guo Qin and the other two were still waiting at the inn. After greeting them, Han Feng walked into Wei Qianshi's room.
This old man, under the suppression of Han Feng's potion, had barely managed to hang on to his life and had not died in a nightmare.
Without any nonsense, Han Feng directly began to prepare a potion with the blood of the Iris Serpent and cured the old man's illusion poison.
Wei Qianshi slowly woke up, feeling the dark cloud that had been pressing on his heart suddenly dissipate.
"Where am I..."
He opened his eyes and the first thing he saw was Han Feng on the side, packing up his medicinal ingredients.
"Elder Wei, I have already cured your poison. Rest here for a few days, and you will be able to move freely."
"Thank you."
Wei Qianshi smiled, relieved of a heavy burden.
The feeling of being alive was truly wonderful.
Seeing Wei Qianshi fall into a state of dazed joy, Han Feng did not disturb him, stood up, and left the room.
"Elder Han, is the poison cured?"
"Yes. This mission can be considered completed above and beyond the standard. Everyone's reward will be doubled."
The missions issued by the academy had a specified reward, but since Han Feng was happy to have obtained a treasure, he naturally would not be stingy.
The four of them stayed at the inn for another day. After Wei Qianshi had preliminarily recovered and had the ability to protect himself, they left Black Luo City.
After sending the three of them to the vicinity of Peace Town, Han Feng had Guo Qin and the others return on their own. He still had some things to deal with in Feng City.
First, he had to see if he could find a suitable weapon refiner to forge the spirit ores he had dug up this time.
Second, he had to find a place to test out the several abilities of the Innate Primordial Magnetism and familiarize himself with them as soon as possible.
A weapon refiner, like an alchemist, was a popular profession on the Dou Qi Continent.
The Ethereal Sea Storage Ring that Han Feng used was the work of a weapon refiner.
Besides storage rings, many weapons and mechanisms were also refined by weapon refiners.
Although the status of a weapon refiner was not as high as that of an alchemist, its base was large and its audience was wide.
Han Feng's uncle-master, Venerate Feng, was an eighth-grade weapon refiner. If that incident had not happened, Venerate Feng would have been Han Feng's first choice now.
Unfortunately, due to the sins of his predecessor, Han Feng now did not even dare to see Feng Xian, let alone ask him to refine a weapon.
Flying to Feng City, Han Feng went straight back to the bamboo building and sorted out his gains from this trip.
At the same time, he sent people to investigate where the most powerful weapon refiner in the Black-Corner Region was now.
"Demon Flame Valley?"
Looking at the intelligence his subordinates had brought back, Han Feng fell into thought.
This strongest weapon refiner in the Black-Corner Region had joined the Demon Flame Valley and was now at the sixth grade, far from meeting his expectations.
"Forget it. It seems I still have to go to the Central Plains to find one."