Fighting: I am Han Feng, I respect my teacher

Amidst the magnificent light and shadow of the alien planet, Han Feng's figure transformed into a streak of light, resolutely shooting into the deep, cold depths of the universe.

After bidding farewell to Cai'er, Han Feng sped off, locking onto the star field that was filled with sharp metallic energy and where even the stars seemed exceptionally sharp—the White Tiger Star Field.

Last time he came here, he was brought here by the Azure Dragon. This time, he will use his own power to open the door to the White Tiger Space and face the Holy Spirit who controls killing!

The enormous black hole reappeared before Han Feng, its multi-layered spatial traps having once deceived him. But now, these traps were crystal clear to Han Feng.

Han Feng took a step forward, and the invisible laws of space vibrated continuously in multiple dimensions.

The slightest mistake would send Han Feng to another unfamiliar space.

This time, however, Han Feng only needed to slightly move his mind, and the trembling spatial laws silently calmed down, instead twisting to create a smooth path leading directly inside.

Han Feng took another step, and as soon as he entered the passage, endless Geng metal energy rushed towards him.

The power of this Geng metal is close to that of a peak Dou Sheng. Even if Han Feng had descended before, he probably wouldn't have fared well.

However, right now, those Gengjin killing formations, which are powerful enough to kill even a peak Dou Sheng, are exceptionally clear in his perception.

He strolled leisurely among them, occasionally tapping his fingers lightly, and the traps containing terrifying killing power vanished silently like popped bubbles, without even causing a ripple.

In the blink of an eye, he had traversed layers upon layers of perilous spaces and arrived at the deepest part.

The scenery here is just like in my previous memories; there is nothing magnificent or grand about it.

The white tiger was seriously injured, and the place was already in ruins.

Han Feng's figure silently descended upon the desolate mountain forest, bringing with it a thick sense of death and decay.

The sleeping white tiger's massive body trembled slightly, and its fur, covered in dust and withered leaves, fell in a rustling sound.

The single, cloudy eye, seemingly shrouded in gloom, struggled to open a crack, slowly turning before finally focusing on Han Feng.

A barely perceptible hint of surprise flashed quickly across the depths of his murky eyes.

It clearly sensed the vast aura emanating from Han Feng, so different from before and perfectly integrated with the laws of heaven and earth—a true proof of reaching the pinnacle, belonging to the Dou Di.

The white tiger's enormous head twitched very slightly, as if trying to lift it, but its broken body was too weak to support even this simple movement.

It could only maintain its prone position, its turbid single eye like an ancient star, gazing deeply at the newly born Dou Di before it, its gaze complex, scrutinizing, and also carrying a trace of... knowing heaviness.

After a moment of suffocating silence, a low, hoarse sound, like two rusty iron blocks scraping against each other, carrying an indescribable weariness and a very faint hint of admiration, struggled to emerge in the deathly still space:

"good."

Looking at the battered and dying White Tiger, Han Feng frowned, his voice filled with genuine worry: "Senior White Tiger, you..."

"It's an old problem."

The white tiger's voice interrupted him, unusually calm, as if it were talking about something unrelated to him.

"I just had a little 'battle' with that pesky evil thought, and it took some effort, so now... I'm a bit tired."

Baihu's words were broken and intermittent, each word seeming to be squeezed out from a decaying body, carrying a chilling sense of vicissitude and heaviness.

The murky single eye remained firmly fixed on Han Feng: "You have broken through... to the Supreme Realm... I can feel the new, powerful force within you... your potential is limitless."

It paused, a sharp glint flashing in its cloudy eyes, faint yet piercing Han Feng's mind: "However, you should also... know that, when facing the true... extraterrestrial evil races, especially those at the 'Heavenly Demon Emperor' level, your current power... is not enough."

The White Tiger's voice grew even more solemn, carrying a sense of melancholy as if it knew the future: "I don't know... exactly on which day they will... tear open the barrier between planes... but based on the injuries within me... that are constantly being aroused and deepened... and the nauseating... decaying stench emanating from the laws... I'm afraid... it's not too far off."

"Your time is running out, newly born Dou Di."

The enormous head seemed to sink even further, its breath growing weaker, but its single eye burned with the last, faint yet incredibly tenacious flame of will.

It stared intently at Han Feng and asked the question that would determine its future fate.

"Now... I'll ask you one last time... are you sure... you want to cultivate that 'Three Corpses Severing Dao Scripture'?"

The air seemed to freeze.

In the desolate forest, only the rustling sound of withered leaves being swept by invisible air currents remained.

Han Feng stood before the shattered Holy Spirit, enduring the gaze that seemed to crush the stars, and the ultimate question that pointed directly to his Dao heart and concerned his life and death.

The white tiger's mangled body and the decaying space silently spoke of the horror of the impending catastrophe, and also reflected the weight of Han Feng's choice at this moment.

Under that intense gaze, Han Feng nodded.

"build!"

Chapter 506 Treasure House

With things having come to this point and the future looking bleak, Han Feng truly didn't know how he could defeat the Heavenly Demon Emperor on his own if he didn't cultivate this method.

This time, there's no Azure Dragon to help.

"Senior White Tiger, I have another question."

Han Feng then spoke up, "The Dou Qi Continent is short of Origin Qi. Is there any chance to obtain Origin Qi from the outside world?"

Baihu was silent for a moment, then replied, "This idea is feasible, but the key is that you have to find a plane that has Origin Qi. In this vast world, there are countless planes, but only a few have Origin Qi."

"Is there a way to communicate with the main plane of the Great Thousand Worlds? If we can find help, will the pressure of fighting against the extraterrestrial evil race be less?"

This time, the White Tiger said with certainty, "If you can think of that, wouldn't the extraterrestrial evil race have thought of it too?"

"As I predicted, the extraterrestrial evil race is not directly attacking this realm. One reason is that they are anchoring at a fixed point, and the other is isolating the plane."

"An isolated dimension?!"

“Isolating a dimension is extremely complicated. If they want to avoid being noticed by others, they must do it to the extreme. Therefore, they have given you time.”

The white tiger said.

"If you want to find source energy, then hurry up. You might get lucky and actually find it."

"By the way, since you've decided to cultivate the 'Three Corpses Slaying Dao Scripture,' it's still necessary to visit the location of the Great Emperor's Treasure Vault."

A coordinate flew out from between the white tiger's eyebrows, indicating the location of the Great Emperor's Treasure Vault.

Han Feng received the coordinate information, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"The Emperor's Treasury!"

The answer to what Qinglong asked him to find back then is now known, but as Baihu said, who knows if that great emperor left behind any other legacy?

While the "Three Corpses Slaying Dao Scripture" is indeed dangerous, according to Baihu, if this technique is mastered, the improvement in strength will be a leap forward.

For Han Feng, who was pressed for time, this was almost the only option.

Han Feng bowed to the white tiger.

"Thank you very much, Senior White Tiger!"

"No need."

Baihu looked at Han Feng and said, "I'm not in good condition right now. I'll teach you how to cultivate the Three Corpses Slaying Dao Scripture after you return from the treasure vault."

Han Feng nodded and said, "Then this junior will go explore the treasure vault first."

"be careful."

After saying this, Baihu closed his single eye.

Han Feng bowed again, then turned and left.

His figure flickered and disappeared into the White Tiger Space in the blink of an eye.

This star field no longer poses a threat to him.

This time, we obtained the coordinates of the Emperor's Treasury from the White Tiger, which means we truly obtained the most important key from the White Tiger.

If Han Feng had shown even the slightest hesitation before, perhaps Baihu wouldn't have given him the coordinates.

After all, he was about to embark on an extremely dangerous path that could even bring destruction to the Dou Qi Continent.

With Han Feng's current strength, if he were to unleash his ultimate evil intent, even Han Feng himself dares not imagine who in the Dou Qi Continent could stop him.

If Han Feng were to become that so-called unscrupulous person, doing whatever he wanted, he might be even worse than the Soul Emperor.

Han Feng headed towards the location of the Emperor's Treasure Vault, only to find that he was getting further and further away from the Dou Qi Continent.

This is an extreme coordinate system, which seems to be able to verify where the plane where the Dou Qi Continent is located is located, and where the boundary is.

As Han Feng continued his journey, the surrounding planets became increasingly scarce, and their light gradually faded.

The further you go, the darker it becomes.

When Han Feng finally arrived at the coordinates given by the White Tiger, the scene before him made him shudder.

Here, there is absolute nothingness, an abyss where even the laws are devoured.

There was no starlight, no energy, and even the sense of spatial fluctuations was so faint as to be almost non-existent.

There was only a thick, impenetrable darkness, as if frozen in time.

This darkness is not merely a blinding obscuration of vision; it is more like a stripping away of one's very laws.

Han Feng tried to stretch out his arm, but even with his fingers so close, he couldn't capture a single outline of them, as if his entire being was enveloped by this pure "nothingness".

Even more terrifying is the perception at the level of the soul.

Han Feng's powerful Emperor-level soul force, which was enough to cover a vast star field, was now like a mud ox sinking into the sea.

He pushed his soul power to its limit, carefully extending it outwards, but all he received in return was a cold, lifeless void.

There is no distance, no direction, no matter, and not even a ripple of energy fluctuation can be detected.

This space is a completely isolated forbidden zone, like a "dead zone" in the universe that has been carefully cut off and completely sealed off.

A chill, originating from the instinct for survival, quietly crept up my spine.

If it weren't for the clear and accurate coordinates provided by the White Tiger, Han Feng would have almost doubted whether he had stumbled into the end of some universe.

"The Emperor's treasure trove is hidden in such a remote and dangerous place..."

Han Feng felt a chill run down his spine, and he felt even more awe and apprehension towards the methods of the ancient emperor who left behind the treasure trove.

In this suffocating darkness, a faint yet incredibly resilient light suddenly shone between Han Feng's brows!

Blue, red, white, and black!

The four energy streams, representing different lineages and origins, seemed to be summoned by some ancient will, and began to operate on their own without Han Feng's deliberate prompting.

Like four awakened young spirits, they surged and flowed within his body, eventually converging at the point of light between his brows.

Om-!

A deep, soul-piercing hum resounded in the deathly silence.

The four colors of energy are not simply superimposed, but rather, under some mysterious pull, they begin to rotate and merge rapidly.

The vibrant green, the fiery red, the sharp white, the weighty black... four distinct primal attributes collided and merged in high-speed rotation, bursting forth with indescribable radiance of laws.

Finally, an ancient, complex, and majestic golden light seal condensed and took shape between Han Feng's eyebrows!

Fine runes flowed across the surface of the light seal, faintly outlining the silhouettes of the Four Symbols Divine Beasts, exuding an imperial might that could rule over the eight wastelands and suppress all ages!

As soon as the light seal took shape, it seemed to have its own will. It trembled slightly, then automatically detached from Han Feng's brow, transforming into a miniature golden meteor that shot straight toward the invisible, all-isolating wall of darkness in front of him!

laugh--!

There was no earth-shattering roar, only a faint sound like a branding iron being pressed into ice.

The moment the light touched the darkness, the darkness that had been frozen for eternity and devoured everything began to melt away like ice and snow, as if it had met its natural nemesis!

Where the light imprinted itself, a dazzling golden ray suddenly burst forth, rapidly spreading and outlining in all directions.

Wow——!

It was as if a giant gate sealed for millennia had been pushed open, or as if an invisible curtain had been torn apart.

Before Han Feng's shocked eyes, an unimaginably vast portal, seemingly connecting both ends of the universe, slowly opened in the boundless darkness!

Through the crack in the door, there was no longer deathly darkness, but rather an unimaginable, intense golden light that was almost liquid!

The light contained extremely pure energy, carrying an ancient, sacred, and supreme aura. Even a mere wisp of it caused Han Feng's fighting spirit to boil instantly, and even his Emperor-level soul felt a pleasant tremor.

Spiritual power!

Moreover, it is a vast and boundless spiritual power, far exceeding the imagination of the Dou Qi Continent!

Like a golden tide, they surged out from the crack in the door, dispelling the darkness in front of the door and illuminating Han Feng's astonished face.

Bathed in light, one could vaguely see beyond the portal a vast, indescribable space, with shattered stars suspended in the air and the faint silhouettes of enormous, ancient buildings appearing and disappearing, like a lost kingdom of gods.