Chapter 488 - 312: Spatial Overlap Mystery! The Weaver Reappears

These four words held a subversive logic.

Han Feng’s personal energy and wisdom were, after all, limited.

But the wisdom and opportunities of all living beings in the world were endless.

It was impossible for him to learn every Swordsmanship, Body Technique, and Secret Technique in the world.

But through the [Sword Seed], he could borrow the Talent, opportunities, and Time of others to cultivate, perform techniques, and verify his Dao.

The specific process was to use his understanding of a certain "Dao," consuming a wisp of "Soul-Burning Sword Aura" as the core.

Then, he would inject ten percent of his own Spiritual Power, using a High Tier Spiritual Material as a medium, to condense an intangible [Sword Seed].

Then, he would implant this [Sword Seed] into a suitable target.

This target could be a friend or an enemy.

As long as the recipient didn’t resist on a mental or spiritual level at the moment of implantation, it would work.

For a friend, it was a gift.

The Sword Seed would subtly guide them, amplifying their strengths and helping them break through.

For an enemy, it was a form of plunder.

It could be stealthily implanted without their knowledge through Healing, or hidden within Elixir Pills or treasures.

When the target implanted with a Sword Seed achieved a major breakthrough in a related Skill,

the "Dao Rhyme" and "insights" from that breakthrough would form a [Sword Fruit] in the depths of their soul.

And Han Feng could remotely "pick" this fruit from anywhere.

If it was a friend, it would be a "win-win harvest."

He would only take the Dao Rhyme Crystal, leaving the person’s foundation unharmed, and perhaps even more stable.

If it was an enemy, it would be a "predatory harvest."

He would extract their Cultivation and Talent Origin along with it. In a mild case, their realm would regress; in a severe case, they would be turned into a cripple.

After Han Feng absorbed the [Sword Fruit], he would instantly acquire that Skill, and his Skill Proficiency would directly jump to the highest level the target had reached when the fruit was formed.

’Isn’t this just venture capitalism?’

Han Feng muttered to himself.

He was the boss providing the "seed round" investment—the [Sword Seed].

Those geniuses were the "startups," using their own time and lives to strive and conduct "R&D."

Once the "company went public" (achieved a major breakthrough), he would directly pick the fruit and take the most core "shares" (the Dao Rhyme Insights).

’A little shady, but I like it.’

To be an excellent investor, one first needed an eye for identifying high-quality projects.

The system had clearly considered this point as well.

His original two Talents, [Spiritual Vision] and [All Things Identification], had merged and upgraded into the more powerful [Eye of Insight].

The [Eye of Insight] could see far more than before.

For example, [Talent Manifestation].

He could see the Talent Potential of any living being, marked by halos of different colors.

From the lowest Mortal Grade (gray-white), to Good Talent (cyan), Outstanding Talent (blue), and Genius (purple).

And even higher: Celestial Pride (gold) and Holy Embryo (rainbow).

’Great. Now the streets are full of walking "rarity" tags,’ Han Feng couldn’t help but think.

Another example was [Observation of Qi Fortune].

He could see the threads of destiny entwined above a target’s head. Whether they were flourishing or declining was clear at a glance.

This was practically a "weather forecast" plus a "stock market analysis" for life’s journey.

He could see with perfect clarity who was a growth stock and who was junk.

There was also [Root Bone Analysis] and [Defect Warning], which could see through special Physiques and also discover Cultivation Technique bottlenecks and hidden physical injuries.

These were basically supporting functions tailor-made for the "Sword Seed Dao Transmission."

Find people, invest, harvest.

A perfect business loop.

"With the wisdom of all living beings, forge my supreme sword."

Han Feng murmured to himself, finally understanding the true meaning of those words.

No matter how strong he was, he was still just one person.

But what if all the geniuses in the world were "helping" him cultivate?

What a terrifying scene that would be.

The more Han Feng thought about it, the more excited he became, wishing he could rush back to East Sea City right now.

He wanted to open his [Eye of Insight] and see just what color light was glowing above the heads of Su Muxue, Zhang Hao, and the others.

He was just about to leave the Sword Tomb Space and return to the real world.

Suddenly, his movements froze.

An extremely powerful aura was flying toward his location from the direction of East Sea Fortress City at an astonishing speed.

That aura was as vast as the ocean, completely integrated with heaven and earth—the hallmark of a Tier Five Celestial Being Realm Grandmaster!

’Ye Daoyuan?’

Han Feng’s heart skipped a beat.

He immediately dismissed the thought of leaving. With a flicker of his will, a screen of light appeared before him.

Displayed on the screen was the scene from the real world, outside the Sword Tomb Space.

A figure hovered several hundred meters in the air. There were no Energy fluctuations around him, yet he exuded a suffocating pressure.

The newcomer was none other than the chairman of the East Sea Council, Ye Daoyuan.

He had evidently been drawn here by the violent spatial fluctuations from Han Feng’s recent advancement.

Han Feng held his breath, hiding in his own independent Space, nervously watching the supreme ruler of East Sea City.

Ye Daoyuan didn’t descend immediately. He simply hovered in the air, his eyes closed.

He seemed to be perceiving his surroundings with a method that transcended even Divine Sense.

A few seconds later, he opened his eyes, his gaze landing precisely on the enormous circular depression below.

A hundred-meter-tall hillock should have been there.

His figure flickered, appearing silently at the edge of the depression.

He crouched down, reached out a finger, and gently touched the ground, which was as smooth as a mirror.

The soil and rock there seemed to have been sliced out of existence by some supreme power, the cross-section revealing an eerie, absolute smoothness.