In his previous life, Han Feng had obtained this spatial treasure, and in its subsequent practical use, it had also proven that his choice was very correct.
Although the Void God Stele had certain limitations, such as initially only having three spatial anchor points that could be set, and after exceeding that, they had to be retrieved before being reset.
Also, the energy of the Void God Stele could not be used frequently. It could only be used two or three times in a short period, and then one had to either wait for it to recover on its own or manually replenish a large amount of void energy.
But in any case, the ability of this spatial treasure was beyond doubt.
Han Feng no longer hesitated and pressed the spirit key onto the protective seal of the Void God Stele.
Soon, the seal dissolved, and this treasure fell into Han Feng's hands.
Feeling the familiar touch of the Void God Stele, Han Feng immediately released his soul power to refine this treasure.
As long as he carved his own soul imprint on it, it would be considered as having preliminary ownership.
As for how to use it, Han Feng was already very familiar with it.
Not long after Han Feng completed the refinement, the great formation outside the door was broken open by the crowd. One by one, the puppets awakened from their slumber and began to lock onto their enemies.
Han Feng was undoubtedly also locked onto by the puppets. And because he was at the back, the puppets targeting him were much stronger than the ones at the front.
Faced with the encirclement of the puppets, Han Feng was very calm.
With the Void God Stele in hand, he could leave at any time.
Right now, he was just trying to get some more benefits.
Han Feng's gaze swept over the treasures one by one, and finally, he confirmed his target.
"My apologies, Uncle-Master Feng. I can't leave this item for you."
Han Feng opened his large hand, and the Innate Primordial Magnetism condensed into a chain, accurately attacking several puppets around him.
The strength of these puppets was not as tyrannical as the three Dou Venerate-level puppets he had encountered before, but they were numerous, and through the formations engraved on their bodies, they were interconnected and could erupt with power comparable to a high-level Dou Venerate.
Han Feng had experienced this in his previous life and did not want to be the one to stick his neck out again now.
The puppets were just about to dodge when they were controlled by a powerful magnetic force, freezing in place, unable to move their limbs.
Hiss hiss hiss!
Several cores were instantly pierced. The spirit key fragments hidden inside flew into Han Feng's hand, condensing into a complete spirit key.
Not all puppets had spirit key fragments on them, but the stronger the puppet, the greater the chance of it hiding a spirit key.
"My luck is pretty good."
Just as Han Feng said this, the nearby puppets swarmed towards him.
Their combined power instantly broke through the primordial magnetic force. Han Feng knew that he could not delay any longer. He immediately activated the Void God Stele and teleported a short distance to the treasure display area.
This move exposed Han Feng's figure to the eyes of the cultivators in the front.
"Someone actually beat this Venerate to it!"
A cold light flashed in Venerate Bing's eyes. He no longer held back his strength, and his astonishing ice Dou Qi instantly froze the several puppets around him into ice.
Han Feng did not stop. He slapped the spirit key onto the seal of the treasure he had chosen earlier.
Buzz!
The seal dissolved, and the scroll hidden inside slowly floated out.
"Weapon Refining Legacy"
In his previous life, the person who had obtained this "Weapon Refining Legacy" was Venerate Feng.
Han Feng clenched the scroll and looked at Feng Xian in the crowd.
The other party's strength was not inferior to Venerate Bing's. He was invincible wherever he went and had already reached the center of the main hall.
"Get down here!"
A furious roar came from below. Venerate Bing, who had rushed halfway, fiercely slapped his palm towards Han Feng.
In mid-air, a black ice dragon rapidly approached.
However, Han Feng didn't even look at it. Maintaining his previous posture, he stared at Feng Xian from afar.
Boom!
Several puppets triggered the mechanism to protect the treasure behind them, immediately jumping into mid-air and blocking the black ice dragon.
Hiss...
The black ice dragon seemed to contain an extremely powerful poison. The moment it came into contact with the puppets, a harsh corrosive sound was emitted.
But that was all. The poison could not destroy the puppets' bodies. The formation patterns on the several half-gold, half-silver puppets flashed, and their godless eyes stared fixedly at Venerate Bing, surging towards him step by step.
"Damn it!"
Venerate Bing cursed angrily and had no choice but to continue dealing with the puppets in front of him.
Not far away, Venerate Feng seemed to have sensed something and met Han Feng's gaze.
Under the dark cloak, Han Feng's true appearance was not revealed.
"Who... is he?"
Doubt also arose in Venerate Feng's heart. How did this black-robed man bypass them and arrive directly at the back of the main hall?
Complicated thoughts surged through his mind. Han Feng sighed, slowly activated the Void God Stele, and a vast spatial force broke through the Half-Saint's domain, tearing open a void opening behind Han Feng.
"Thief, don't you dare escape!"
Seeing this, Venerate Bing roared again. Wisps of black mist emanated from his body, forming several black ice tentacles that broke through the last line of defense and stabbed towards Han Feng.
However, it was still too late. Han Feng stepped into the void and disappeared from everyone's sight.
Venerate Bing stood there in a daze.
This was a Half-Saint's secret realm. Even veteran Dou Venerates like them couldn't use the power of the void, yet that black-robed man had escaped through the void so easily?
Filled with shock and anger, Venerate Bing's Postnatal Woeful Poison Body erupted, tearing apart the surrounding puppets, and he successfully gathered a spirit key.
With Han Feng's previous demonstration, Venerate Bing also roughly understood the conditions for exchange. He immediately stepped forward and came to the treasure display area.
At the same time, Venerate Feng also stepped on the green wind, arriving with a spirit key in hand. The auras of the two were evenly matched. While being wary of each other, they quickly scanned the treasures on the wall.
In the end, Venerate Bing chose the "Formation Legacy," and Venerate Feng chose the "Heavenly Puppet Mantra," a high-level puppetry technique.
After obtaining the treasures, Venerate Bing looked greedily at the two empty spots on the wall, where the two treasures taken by Han Feng had been.
The one who gets there first must have taken something even more precious!
Venerate Feng recalled that the black-robed man seemed to be looking at him earlier. His brows knitted slightly. He really couldn't think of who that person was, or what connection he had with him.
The two tacitly retreated and continued to fight among the puppets, searching for the remaining spirit keys.
———
On the other side, Han Feng had teleported outside the secret realm via the Void God Stele.
He looked back at Spirit Mountain, an inexplicable emotion in his eyes.
They had met, but he did not dare to acknowledge him. He wondered when they would meet again.
At this moment, a group of people surrounded Han Feng.
The first person to leave Spirit Mountain must have a treasure on him.
Han Feng glanced at the crowd indifferently. His Spirit Realm pressure, like a thunderclap on a clear day, vibrated slightly, and nearly a hundred cultivators fainted and fell to the ground.
The power of the black-robed man directly awed everyone present. They watched as Han Feng stepped into the air and walked away, and no one blocked his path.
———
After leaving Spirit Mountain, Han Feng chose to head to the Falling Star Pavilion.
With Venerate Feng not around, no one there could stop him. He might as well go and take a look.
This might be a rare opportunity in this life.
Han Feng flew in a familiar direction. Looking down at the city below, he felt that it was no different from his impression.
Arriving at the Sky Star Mountain Range, Han Feng looked at this great mountain, a thousand words in his heart that he could not express.
The past is gone. Fate truly plays with people.
The Falling Star Pavilion was located in the Sky Star Mountain Range, hidden in a special space. Without a special method, even a Dou Venerate expert would not be able to find the way.
Han Feng formed a profound seal with his hand and undid the Starfall Formation that guarded the outside of the Falling Star Pavilion. This formation was not man-made, but naturally formed. The meteorite star power within it originated from the boundless void. The Flame Meteorite Divine Iron used to forge the Heavy Xuan Ruler was discovered in this place.
Because it came from beyond the heavens, it was difficult to find a second piece of Flame Meteorite Divine Iron on the entire continent, so the Heavy Xuan Ruler became a unique creation.
Entering the Falling Star Pavilion's space, Han Feng concealed his aura and flew towards the mountain peak in the distance.
Easily bypassing all the checkpoints, Han Feng arrived at the ancestral land of the pavilion. This was Yao Chen's former residence. A portrait of Yao Chen still hung on the wall.
The room was spotless. A stone emitting a faint starlight was placed on the table, purifying the air in the room.
In the bedroom, Yao Chen's resting bed was very tidy. A familiar, refreshing fragrance lingered, having not dispersed for a long time.
This was the unique scent of the sachets Yao Chen used to wear.
All the details were restored perfectly. If his master had really lived here, it probably wouldn't have been any different.
Han Feng was very satisfied with this and decided to stay here for a few days.
The Falling Star Pavilion had the fewest disciples among the Four Pavilions, but the quality of the disciples was generally very high. Basically, they all had the hope of breaking through to Dou King.
It was also very possible for them to become Dou Emperors or Dou Ancestors in the future.
In the past, Han Feng, as the young pavilion master and senior brother of the Falling Star Pavilion, would often go to guide the disciples' cultivation. Now, he could only watch from afar.
The elder in charge of patrols, for some reason, suddenly turned his gaze to the black tower on the mountain peak behind him. He had a vague feeling that someone was there, but after a closer look, he found nothing.
"How strange..."
A few days later, Venerate Feng returned with a group of disciples from the Falling Star Pavilion.
Han Feng knew it was time to leave. He tidied up his master's room again, then set an anchor coordinate for the Void God Stele here.
The void instantly tore open. Han Feng stepped into it, and a moment later, he reappeared in the main hall of Spirit Mountain.
At this time, the main hall was already empty. The massive number of puppets had disappeared, and the treasures had all been taken, leaving only the empty hall.
Han Feng knew what had happened here. After all the treasures had been snatched, the puppets had chosen to self-destruct.
The creator of the Half-Saint secret realm was relatively merciful and had given everyone a quarter of an hour to escape.
A quarter of an hour later, the entire Half-Saint secret realm, including Spirit Mountain, had completely disappeared in an endless light and heat.
Afterward, everyone thought the main hall was gone, but Han Feng, who held the Void God Stele, could sense that it still existed, but he just couldn't find it from the void.
Now, he had set an anchor coordinate before leaving and had finally verified this guess.
The main hall had not disappeared. It had withstood the great energy explosion and hidden itself in a different space, waiting for a fated person to obtain it.
Han Feng came to the window and looked at the raging void storm outside, amazed.
No wonder it couldn't be found. In such an extremely harsh void environment, probably only the Ancient Void Dragons could detect it.
And this main hall was truly amazing, to actually be able to remain unscathed in this kind of void storm.
Han Feng sighed with emotion: I'm afraid this main hall is that Half-Saint's most proud masterpiece.
In the following days, Han Feng learned a part of the "Weapon Refining Legacy." After roughly understanding how to refine and control this main hall, he closed the scroll and began the refinement.
It was worth mentioning that with Han Feng's Spirit Realm soul power, it actually took him half a month to preliminarily control this divine and strange main hall.
In the midst of the chaotic void storm, the main hall slowly shrank, finally turning into a speck of light, passing through the void, and returning to the Dou Qi Continent.
"I really made the right choice with this 'Weapon Refining Legacy'... Otherwise, I really wouldn't have been able to subdue it for a while."
Han Feng let out a long breath and rubbed his throbbing head.
He hadn't expected that in such a short period of time, his proud soul power would almost collapse due to lack of stamina.
Han Feng found a few sets of ingredients from his storage ring, simply refined some soul-nurturing spirit liquid, and drank it in one gulp.
The previous soul beads had all been used up. He should ask Venerate Skyfire if he had any left.
Thinking of this, Han Feng undid the seal that restricted Venerate Skyfire. However, before he could speak, a small soul figure rushed out.
"Little friend Han Feng, why did it take you so long to let me out? I was about to die of boredom!"
"Ahem, Senior Skyfire, do you have any soul beads left?"
Han Feng interrupted Yao Tianhuo's complaint and asked.
Venerate Skyfire's eyes widened.
"Soul beads? I finished them long ago! I was about to ask you for more."
"Alright then."
Han Feng rubbed his temples. It seemed this was the only way for the time being.
He would just have to recover slowly.
"Little friend Han Feng, what's wrong with you?"
"It's nothing," Han Feng waved his hand.
"By the way, this is already the Southern Region of the Central Plains. Where is the treasure that you mentioned before, Senior?"
Yao Tianhuo flew up with a whoosh and looked around.
"We've already reached the Southern Region?"
"Little friend Han Feng, let me see the map."
Han Feng handed the map to Yao Tianhuo, closed his eyes, and rested for a while.
"Found it, let's go!" Yao Tianhuo said excitedly.
Han Feng nodded slowly, not in a good state.
Seeing this, Yao Tianhuo encouraged him, "Little friend Han Feng, there should be some soul-nourishing treasures hidden in my place. When the time comes, you take one, I take one. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"
Hearing this, Han Feng's eyes lit up.
"Let's go!"
The two of them set off excitedly.
Three days later, they had successfully... lost their way.
Han Feng lay on a large tree, speechless. He even felt that he had almost recovered. The dizziness he felt now was completely from being led around in circles by Venerate Skyfire.
"Senior Skyfire, you've already gone to three wrong places."
"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"
Venerate Skyfire was even more agitated than Han Feng. The matter of not being able to find his treasure land made this old soul feel very sad.
Han Feng comforted him, "Hundreds of years have passed. It's normal for the space to have shifted."
"It shouldn't be."
Venerate Skyfire was very depressed.
"Let's look for another three days. If we can't find it, then let's forget it," Han Feng said.
Venerate Skyfire nodded. In the end, he simply threw the map aside and searched purely based on his impression.
Fortunately, this last search seemed to be the right one.
Venerate Skyfire pointed at a large rift valley in front of them with great certainty.
"I'm sure the treasure space is down there."
Han Feng stepped forward to take a look. The rift valley was bottomless, and the mist was thick.
This place did fit the continental legend of falling off a cliff and obtaining a supreme treasure.
"After you, Senior."
Venerate Skyfire flew down the cliff with great confidence. However, after touching the mist in the cliff, he suddenly let out a wail.
"Little friend, save me!"