Chapter 485 - 311: Promotion to Sword Master! The Hill-Devouring Sword Tomb Space

East Sea Martial Arts University, A Level Student Villa Area.

Han Feng sat cross-legged in the Quiet Chamber. Of the ten bottles of Clear Heart and Spirit-Nourishing Jade Dew, nine were already empty.

His eyes were tightly shut, his consciousness completely immersed in the resonance with the Broken Star Short Sword.

At this moment, the Spiritual Power in his Sea of Consciousness was being consumed at an unprecedented rate, and the Sword Aura in his Dantian Qi Sea surged into the Flying Sword like a bursting dam.

Under his "gaze," the Breaking Aura inscription at the core of the Flying Sword had already transformed into a high-speed, swirling vortex of Energy.

Countless profound Runes flickered into and out of existence within the vortex.

With each combination, his understanding of "Sharpness" and "Piercing" deepened.

Just as the Medicinal Power of the last bottle of Jade Dew was depleted and his Spiritual Power was about to bottom out, Han Feng’s eyes shot open.

"Now’s the time!"

In that instant, he poured the last hundred wisps of Sword Aura in his body, along with all his remaining Spiritual Power, into it!

HUMM—!

The Broken Star Short Sword let out an exceptionally clear and resounding ring.

The entire blade seemed to come alive, its surface flowing with a black radiance invisible to the naked eye.

[Ding! Congratulations, Host. You have successfully comprehended the Weapon Divine Power: Breaking Mortality (Basic Level)!]

[Breaking Mortality]: By consuming Spiritual Power, you can imbue any designated object with the "Sharpness" Trait, granting it temporary "Armor-Piercing" and "Piercing" effects.

The enhancement’s intensity is proportional to the Spiritual Power consumed. At the current Basic Level, it can at most grant a mortal object enough sharpness to threaten Tier Four defenses.

’It worked!’

Han Feng let out a long breath, his mind reeling with a needle-like exhaustion. But he couldn’t be bothered to rest, his eyes filled with excitement.

He casually picked up a loose stone left over from the Quiet Chamber’s construction and focused his thoughts.

"Divine Technique, Breaking Mortality!"

A hundred points of Spiritual Power were infused.

Instantly, a nearly invisible layer of black light coated the surface of the unremarkable stone.

Han Feng flicked his finger.

SWOOSH!

The stone became a blur as it struck a Tier Three Alloy test target not far away.

There was no loud bang, only a faint "pfft."

The incredibly hard alloy target had been silently pierced through by the pebble.

It left a small hole as smooth as a mirror, with no signs of melting at the edges.

"This power..."

Han Feng looked at his fingers, somewhat dumbfounded.

’That was just a casual flick. If I used my full strength, couldn’t I take down Enlightenment Realm Martial Artists as easily as shooting pellets?’

Just then, the system’s notification sound rang out once more.

[All promotion conditions have been met. Host, would you like to begin the class promotion to Sword Master immediately?]

[Warning: The promotion process involves high-dimensional spatial cutting, which will trigger intense spatial fluctuations and cause irreversible physical changes to the real world.]

[Host, please select a location that is absolutely safe, open, and deserted to proceed, so as to avoid unnecessary losses and panic.]

’Spatial cutting?’

Han Feng froze for a moment, then it dawned on him.

’That sounds like it’ll cause a huge commotion. If I do it in the villa, Dean Chen will probably show up tomorrow with an astronomical bill.’

Not daring to delay, he immediately got up and walked out of the Quiet Chamber.

"Steward Liu, I’m heading out for a bit. I’ll be back soon. If anyone comes looking for me, tell them to wait."

"Of course, sir," Steward Liu replied respectfully.

Han Feng nodded and, without alerting anyone, went directly to the villa’s backyard.

With a thought, the dark silver Escapee Type II·Shadow Spirit Armor instantly covered his entire body.

Instead of piloting a fighter jet, he activated the Armor, and his entire body transformed into a blurry shadow.

He shot silently into the sky, flying toward the wilderness dozens of li outside the city.

...

Atop a desolate and uninhabited mountain range.

Han Feng stood suspended in the air. He first used his Spiritual Vision to scan a ten-li radius, confirming there were no signs of human activity.

Only then did he slowly descend onto the summit of a small, hundred-meter-tall hill.

"System, begin the promotion!"

[Sword Master class promotion sequence initiated!]

The instant the voice faded, the sky and earth changed color!

The space within a three-hundred-and-fifty-meter radius, centered on Han Feng.

It was as if an invisible giant hand had seized it and violently yanked it inward!

KRA-CHA—

A tremendous crash, like the shattering of glass, did not ring out in the air but instead exploded deep within the soul of every living being.

Sky, earth, light, air—everything within that circular area twisted and folded.

The hundred-meter-tall hill, along with all the trees and rocks on it, vanished from the real world in an instant, leaving no trace behind.

In its place was only a massive, circular depression, as smooth as a mirror.

Intense spatial fluctuations spread out like ripples before being forcibly smoothed over by an even greater Power of Rules.

The entire event lasted no more than three seconds before everything returned to normal.

It was as if that hill had never existed.

[Ding! Congratulations, Host. You have successfully been promoted to the Tier Three class: Sword Master!]

A vast stream of information flooded into Han Feng’s mind, like an Empowerment.

Eye of Insight, Sword Seed Dao Transmission, Sword Tomb Space...

All the abilities and application Techniques of the Sword Master stage were clearly imprinted upon his memory.

He sank his consciousness inward and discovered that the original System Space had vanished.

In its place was an enormous spherical space with a radius of three hundred and fifty meters.

At the very center of this Space was the small hill that had just disappeared.

"This is... the Sword Tomb Space?"

With a thought, Han Feng’s figure instantly vanished from the real world and reappeared inside the Sword Tomb Space.

He curiously sized up his surroundings, reaching out to touch a rock on the hill. The sensation was incredibly real.

According to the information infused by the system, this was a space centered on his point of entry, overlapping with the real world.