Fighting: I am Han Feng, I respect my teacher

Han Shanshan nodded when she heard the name.

"Grandmaster, how did you end up in the Bone Spirit Cold Flame?"

"I......"

Han Shanshan was silent for a moment, then explained to Han Feng.

"Back then, your teacher went to the Fallen God Ice Plains to obtain the Bone Spirit Cold Fire and did not return for several years. I was very worried and went to secretly check on him, only to find that he had failed to refine the strange fire."

Han Shanshan was lost in memories; these were the last images she saw before her death.

"I used a secret technique to connect with the Dou Di bloodline within Chen'er's body and successfully saved him. However, the price of this secret technique is that I will be forgotten by the world."

"So, the teacher never mentioned that you were a teacher."

Han Feng said.

"Those people in Danta have also forgotten you."

"Yes."

Han Shanshan nodded, her true spirit floating illusoryly.

"I never thought I would wake up again."

"how did you do it?"

Han Feng said, "I became a Dou Di, so achieving this step was not difficult."

"A Dou Di?!"

Han Shanshan was stunned.

Her lineage actually produced a Dou Di?

The Dou Qi Continent hasn't seen a powerhouse of this level for ten thousand years!

"Has the Dou Qi Continent been completely transformed now?"

"Or perhaps I've been asleep for too long."

Han Shanshan stammered, her expression somewhat bewildered.

However, Han Feng had no intention of showing off in front of Han Shanshan, and asked directly, "Grandmaster, the secret technique you are using involves the laws of time, doesn't it?"

Han Shanshan nodded.

"Yes, this is a special talent of our family, which allows us to resonate with the power of a Dou Di."

Han Feng thought for a moment, then said, "Grandmaster, can you see if it can resonate with me?"

"this......"

Han Shanshan blinked, momentarily stunned.

Yes, my own grand-disciple is now a Dou Di!

"Let me try?"

"bring it on."

Han Feng looked at his grandmaster and revealed the power of the Dou Di within him.

Han Shanshan took a deep breath and, surprisingly, managed to manipulate the surrounding laws of time using only her true spiritual power.

really!

Han Feng's eyes lit up; his talent in the time domain was truly not to be underestimated!

Han Shanshan merely sensed the Dou Di power within Han Feng's body.

Han Feng's ancestors had never produced a Dou Di, nor did he possess any innate Dou Di aura in his bloodline. However, at this moment, the immense Dou Di power was emanating from his body.

The first generation of Dou Di!

In the Dou Qi Continent, this would be a separate page in the family genealogy.

Han Feng's descendants will be born extraordinary!

"I sensed it, but my secret technique shouldn't be of much use to you."

Han Shanshan said, "You yourself are the first generation of Dou Di. Even if I use a secret technique, I can only summon your former help."

"What did you say?!"

Han Feng was startled and quickly asked.

"what happened?"

Han Shanshan was startled by Han Feng's tone.

"You just said, 'me in the past'?"

Han Feng stared at Han Shanshan and asked, word by word.

"Yes, the key to this secret technique is to use the power of time to draw upon the most primordial power in one's bloodline. That's why it can only summon your help. If it were to be applied to you, it would probably be the power you had when you first broke through to the Dou Di realm, right?"

Han Shanshan explained.

"I haven't tried it myself, but for you, your cultivation level will definitely be improving, so it shouldn't be of much use; it's just icing on the cake."

Upon hearing this answer, Han Feng calmed down.

If Han Shanshan were to use the secret technique, would that mean he could communicate with his past self before he severed his good corpse?

The power of time cannot be fathomed by common sense.

"interesting."

Han Feng had this idea in mind, but there were obviously no practical conditions to try it at the moment.

Han Shanshan's ability has great limitations when used, and it almost always comes at the cost of her life.

Not to mention how harsh the conditions were when she was alive, it goes without saying that the conditions are even more stringent now that she is a true spirit.

"Grandmaster, does anyone else still know this secret technique?"

Han Shanshan shook her head: "I don't have any other relatives. I was raised by my teacher and later took Chen'er as my disciple. I haven't told anyone about this ability."

After all, it relates to the bloodline of the Dou Di, and can only be used once.

Han Shanshan usually doesn't have the opportunity to say this.

Han Feng fell silent upon hearing this.

This means that if he wants to understand this secret method, the only option is to revive Han Shanshan.

However, Han Shanshan only has a true spirit now, so reviving her is a rather troublesome matter.

Forget it, let's just let her stay in the Bone Spirit Cold Flame for now.

The fact that this strange fire could protect her true spirit so well is probably related to the secret technique she used back then.

"Grandmaster, you should rest first. I'll call you if anything happens."

"Ah good."

Han Shanshan glanced at Han Feng.

My grand-disciple seems to have a rather assertive personality.

They speak very directly.

However, she certainly wouldn't hold a grudge against her little grand-disciple and obediently retreated back into the Bone Spirit Cold Fire.

Han Feng put away the strange fire. With his abilities, he could certainly isolate the true spirit from external observation, so leaving this wisp of true spirit in his body was harmless.

"Oh, teacher, I never knew you had such a past."

Han Feng laughed, finding it amusing.

His attempt to refine the Bone Spirit Cold Flame failed, and it was his master who extended his life.

This eleventh-ranked strange fire is indeed not something that ordinary people can refine. Without the foundation of the Eight Clans, refining a strange fire is truly a gamble with life and death.

The reason my teacher didn't let me cultivate the "Burning Technique" in my previous life was probably because refining strange fire was too dangerous.

Others only saw the glorious appearance of the person who refined the strange fire, but ignored the price he paid behind the scenes to refine the strange fire.

Han Feng took a deep breath.

How many times have I gambled with my life?

Han Feng stood up, composed himself, and looked toward the northwest.

"Next one, Wind Fury Dragon Flame."

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In the Tagor Desert, the scorching sun burns the boundless yellow sand, and the heat waves distort the view.

This place was once one of Han Feng's important starting points, with the Azure Lotus Earth Core Flame, Queen Medusa... the past is like smoke.

However, Han Feng's mindset is completely different now that he has set foot on this desert.

If I were to meet Queen Medusa back then, I'd probably just head straight for the fight without even trying to negotiate any terms.

In that case, the subsequent Seven-Colored Sky-Swallowing Python incident would naturally not have occurred.

From this perspective, Han Feng's kindness has indeed been rewarded.

I really don't know how to put it.

After severing his benevolent self, Han Feng simply lost those naturally altruistic thoughts, but he wouldn't deliberately show how bad he was when it came to matters concerning himself.

He's willing to do anything that benefits him.

With a light heart, Han Feng gazed into the distance.

This time, his goal was clear: "Wind Fury Dragon Flame".

This flame, ranked low on the list of strange flames, at number eighteen, possesses a violent wind attribute power, and its origin leans towards Yang energy, unlike the Nine Nether Wind Flame, which is Yin in nature.

The perception of a Dou Di is incredibly vast.

Han Feng stood in the void, his divine sense like an invisible giant net, instantly covering the entire Tagor Desert and even the deeper ley lines.

The raging wind-attribute energy core stood out like a lighthouse in the night.

With one step, he appeared in the center of a massive sandstorm tornado deep in the desert!

This tornado stretched from the sky to the ground, with a diameter of a hundred miles. The yellow sand was swept high into the sky by the violent wind, forming a destructive yellow dragon.

The sand and gravel were subjected to extremely rapid friction, emitting a piercing shriek. Even ordinary strong individuals would be instantly torn to shreds if they got too close.

This is merely a natural manifestation of the unconscious dissipation of energy from the Wind Fury Dragon Flame!

"Noisy."

Han Feng's voice was calm and even, without using any spiritual power.

He simply raised his hand and gently pressed it against the raging tornado that was wreaking havoc on the heavens and earth.

Om-!

An indescribable will, transcending the rules of this world, has descended!

Time seemed to freeze at that moment.

The swirling sand froze in mid-air, and the howling wind abruptly ceased.

The massive tornado, powerful enough to destroy mountains, trembled violently as if gripped by an invisible giant hand, and then... collapsed with a deafening roar!

The yellow sand, as if it had lost all its power, fell softly, forming a brief sand rain.

The sky instantly returned to its deathly still clarity.

At the very core of the tornado, a ball of yellow flame flickered violently.

Its form is unpredictable, sometimes like a raging wind dragon, sometimes transforming into the eye of a spinning hurricane, radiating an unruly and all-destroying will—it is the original spark of the Wind Fury Dragon Flame.

However, at this moment, this raging strange fire appeared unusually "docile".

It was imprisoned in the void by an invisible, absolute force, and not even a single flame could escape.

Fear, stemming from its very survival instinct, made it tremble before that godlike figure.

Han Feng stretched out his finger and pointed at something in the air.