The Soul-Devouring Life-Exterminating Formation, a ninth-grade formation. When controlled by a peak expert, it could cover an entire continent, turning it into a bloody cage.
One could enter, but not leave.
Unless a great cultivator put up a protective formation of the same rank, one could not escape the slaughter of the Soul-Devouring Life-Exterminating Formation.
Han Feng studied the formation for a long time, but he could not comprehend its mysteries.
A ninth-grade formation, even if it was just a sub-formation, was not something Han Feng, a layman, could solve.
For any skill, getting started is not difficult, but reaching the peak requires an unimaginable amount of energy.
Han Feng's attainment of the ninth-grade in the Dao of Alchemy was already rare in the world. As for formations... he really had the will but not the strength.
After watching for a while longer and confirming that it was a problem he couldn't solve, Han Feng raised his hand and formed a seal.
"Green Lotus Core Flame."
"Rise!"
The earth suddenly began to shake. A force from deep within the earth's core cracked the base of the mountain.
Green flames spread outwards in circles from under Han Feng's feet, and the surrounding air became extremely hot.
Buzz!
A huge green lotus phenomenon slowly rose. As it bloomed, it supported the entire main hall.
Han Feng stood in the center of the green lotus, looking down at the mountain range below where a piece was suddenly missing.
If I can't solve the great formation, I'll just move your entire hall!
Han Feng spread his hands, mobilizing the power of space.
In the night sky, the green lotus was incredibly dazzling.
Unfortunately, there was no audience to appreciate it.
Han Feng clenched his hands firmly, and the Void God Stele was summoned. The surrounding spatial power instantly expanded several times.
"Spatial Exile!"
Beams of profound spatial patterns spread out, wrapping the entire Earthly Baleful Hall.
The next instant, the Earthly Baleful Hall was thrown into a different space by Han Feng.
He had left an imprint inside the hall in advance, so he could go there at any time, but it would be difficult for others to find it.
Moving an entire mountaintop for a sub-formation, what Han Feng did today was crazy enough.
But this was also good, saving him the trouble of dealing with the aftermath.
Han Feng strolled above the clouds, thinking about how to solve the "Soul-Devouring Life-Exterminating Formation."
Since he couldn't solve it himself, he would find someone who could.
Formation grandmasters on the continent were not exclusive to the Hun Clan.
The patriarch of the Gu Clan, Gu Yuan, was also quite accomplished in formations.
For peak experts like them, their realm was very high, and they could understand things by analogy. They could easily reach heights that ordinary people could not reach.
But Han Feng definitely couldn't find Gu Yuan.
Even if he knew his daughter, it wouldn't be appropriate.
On the contrary, his own master had a wide range of friends and knew a formation master.
Han Feng recalled the name of that senior.
The master of the Hidden Sect, Wang Shu.
A rare ninth-grade formation grandmaster in the world.
At the same time, he was also a Half-Saint expert.
In his previous life, Han Feng had visited him once and met this senior expert.
Later, when he broke through to Half-Saint, he had also sought out this senior to discuss formation experiences.
A large part of the rudimentary formation knowledge Han Feng mastered now came from this expert.
The other party had a high opinion of Han Feng, saying that he had hope of becoming a true Saint in the future.
Later, as he had said, Han Feng advanced to Dou Saint within a hundred years, becoming famous throughout the continent.
However, this senior advocated seclusion. The name of the Hidden Sect he founded showed this.
Unless Han Feng went to find him, there would be no news of this expert outside.
Even in the subsequent war with the Hun Clan, this master of the Hidden Sect carried out his philosophy to the end. Once he closed the door, no one could find him.
Han Feng remembered that his master had a token of the Hidden Sect in his hand.
With this, one could knock open the space of the Hidden Sect and enter the mountain to visit.
Unfortunately, now that his master had vanished, he didn't know if the Hidden Sect token was still there.
Thinking of this, Han Feng thought he would go to Yao Chen's former residence in the Falling Star Pavilion tomorrow to look for it. Maybe his master had left the thing behind?
That night, Han Feng rested in the Void Great Hall and recharged the Void God Stele.
Early the next morning, he shook his body and arrived at Yao Chen's former residence.
However, an accident happened.
Inside Yao Chen's former residence, a middle-aged man with light green long hair was pouring tea alone. On his handsome face, there was a lingering loneliness.
As soon as Han Feng appeared, the middle-aged man looked over.
Their eyes met, and the atmosphere instantly solidified.
The teacup that had just been raised paused in Feng Xian's hand, and was then crushed into powder by an uncontrollable giant force.
"Han Feng!"
Feng Xian stood up abruptly, staring at the other party.
"Uncle-Master..."
Han Feng's face was a bit embarrassed. He hadn't expected his luck to be so bad. He had run into Feng Xian on a rare visit.
"How did you appear here?"
Feng Xian's tone was severe. Dou Qi floated in his hands, sealing the surrounding space in the blink of an eye.
The power of a four-star Dou Venerate was indeed strong, not to mention that Feng Xian was not an ordinary four-star Dou Venerate.
The invisible aura he emitted was several times stronger than the black-robed old man from yesterday.
Probably even the "Myriad Blade Venerate," the true master of that Earthly Baleful Hall, was not half as powerful as Feng Xian.
Han Feng stood silently on the spot.
He had been deliberately forgetting what his predecessor had done. Coming to Yao Chen's former residence was more to reminisce about the traces of his former master.
But reality was cruelly reminding him that some things had to be faced.
Looking at Feng Xian, who was obviously harboring a trace of hostility, Han Feng knew what the other party's suspicion was.
Did Yao Chen's death have anything to do with him?
No one knew the answer better than Han Feng.
If he said it, a great battle would inevitably break out today.
Han Feng could defeat Feng Xian. Before, he might have won with some difficulty, but after refining the soul source, his chances of winning were already very high.
Even if Feng Xian occupied the right time, place, and people, Han Feng was still not afraid.
It was just that he didn't want to fight Feng Xian.
He had cultivated hard all the way after his rebirth in order to protect these people in front of him.
How could he turn his blade against them...
After a long silence, Han Feng finally spoke, "It seems some things can't be hidden from Uncle-Master Feng."
Han Feng took out the Void God Stele again. Feng Xian's pupils shrank.
"It's you!"
"You are that man in black from the Spirit Mountain in the Southern Region?"
Just now, when Han Feng suddenly descended here, Feng Xian had noticed this thing. It was just that Han Feng had put it away too quickly, so he hadn't confirmed it.
Now, after careful identification, Feng Xian finally remembered the person who had played many experts in the Spirit Mountain of the Southern Region and taken away the supreme treasure in the hall.
"This item is called the Void God Stele. It can travel through space regardless of spatial barriers. Uncle-Master, if I want to leave, you can't stop me," Han Feng said.
Feng Xian narrowed his eyes, snorted coldly, and withdrew the surging spatial power around him.
What Han Feng said should be true. Back then, the Spirit Mountain was a Half-Saint secret realm, and he had still left safely.
He was only a four-star Dou Venerate. Even with the power of the Falling Star Pavilion, he probably couldn't trap him.
Han Feng sighed and decided not to escape this time.
He walked to the tea table and sat down, poured a cup of tea for Feng Xian, and poured one for himself.
"Uncle-Master, have some tea."
Han Feng respectfully offered the teacup.
Feng Xian stared at Han Feng the whole time, as if wanting to see through his heart.
However, no matter how he looked, the Han Feng in front of him was one who respected his master and his teachings.
Feng Xian lowered his eyes, took the tea, and drank it in one gulp.
"Let's talk."
Feng Xian sat down. Although his tone was still cold, it had regained some of the warmth of an elder.
Han Feng sat dutifully opposite Feng Xian, waiting to be questioned.
No matter how high his cultivation or how strong his power, an elder was an elder, and he would always be a junior.
"Back then, what exactly was the reason for your master's death?"
Feng Xian got straight to the point, asking the thing he wanted to know the most.
He had asked Han Feng this way back then, but at that time, Han Feng had been vague and muddled through. When Feng Xian wanted to find him again, Han Feng had long since fled.
Looking back later, Feng Xian was extremely certain that Han Feng must have had a hand in Yao Chen's disappearance.
Han Feng took a sip of tea and spoke the secret in his heart.
"Master, was killed by me."
This was the truth. But to Han Feng's surprise, Feng Xian did not immediately fly into a rage.
Han Feng looked up slightly and saw Feng Xian, whose eyes contained anger but was trying his best to suppress it.
He was waiting for Han Feng's explanation.
Some words, when spoken by others, become established facts, irreversible.
But if spoken by the person involved, it is inevitable that a suspicion will arise: could there be some hidden story?
Because of Han Feng's sincere attitude, Feng Xian chose to give Han Feng a chance to explain.
"Back then, the Hall of Souls found me and wanted to deal with Master. I was bewitched by them and committed an unforgivable crime in a moment of thought."
Bang!
The teacup smashed heavily onto Han Feng's head. He did not defend himself, and a trickle of blood flowed down from his forehead.
Feng Xian's chest heaved violently, seeming to want to find something else to throw.
"How could you do it!"
"He was your master! If not for him, you would have been an orphan abandoned in the war!"
Han Feng did not refute a single word, allowing Feng Xian to accuse him.
Although this matter was not done by him, but a cause planted by his predecessor.
But this was the fact, and he had to accept the consequence.
As for telling the story of his transmigration and rebirth...
This was the deepest secret in Han Feng's heart. He didn't want to, and couldn't, say it.
"Uncle-Master, this place is precious and holds memories of Master. If you want to punish me, let's go outside."
Feng Xian's body froze. Looking at the familiar objects in the room, his endless anger suddenly dissipated. He looked at the portrait of his old friend on the wall, with his handsome face and smiling expression, and a line of clear tears couldn't help but slide down his face.
"Sin, what a sin!"
Feng Xian fell beside the tea table. Han Feng reached out to help him but was pushed away.
"You ungrateful master-killer, what face do you have to live in this world?"
"Nephew knows his sins are grave. Nephew has no complaints about giving this life back to Master. But now the vengeance for killing my master has not been avenged, and the Hall of Souls is still at large. I beg Uncle-Master to give Nephew a chance to wipe out the Hall of Souls, and even the Hun Clan behind it. At that time, how to dispose of Nephew's life will be entirely up to Uncle-Master's decision!"
Feng Xian's eyes were red as he stared blankly at Han Feng.
Wipe out the Hall of Souls?
"You make it sound easy."
"Go kill them and show me!"
Thump.
A corpse appeared in front of Feng Xian. Han Feng had sealed the corpse in advance to avoid disturbing the smell in the room.
"Reporting to Uncle-Master, this is the Hall of Souls Venerable Elder that Nephew killed last night."
Feng Xian looked at the corpse. This attire indeed looked like someone from the Hall of Souls.
And the cultivation level of this corpse was indeed Dou Venerate.
Wait!
Han Feng can kill a Dou Venerate?
"You killed this?"
Feng Xian asked in shock.
"Yes."
"What is your cultivation level now?"
"Nine-star Dou Ancestor."
Han Feng answered each question.
Feng Xian was silent for a long time, looking at Han Feng with a complicated gaze.
A nine-star Dou Ancestor killing a Dou Venerate across ranks.
You do have good talent.
If you hadn't done such a heinous thing...
Alas!
"It's just killing a one-star Dou Venerate. Do you know how powerful the Hall of Souls is? With just you, a nine-star Dou Ancestor, you can't even scratch its skin!"
Although shocked by Han Feng's strength, Feng Xian still scolded Han Feng for his wishful thinking.
"Moreover, are you the only one who has a feud with the Hall of Souls? Yao Chen was killed by the people of the Hall of Souls. Do you think I would be indifferent? Ah!"
Feng Xian leaned close to Han Feng and shouted sternly.
"As for your life, I can't be bothered to take it. If you die on the way, it would fulfill your heart of atonement."
In the short conversation, although Feng Xian's anger had been ignited, he also acknowledged Han Feng's current attitude.
At least he wasn't hopeless yet!
If Han Feng had been stubborn or resisted desperately, Feng Xian would definitely have cleaned up the sect. But Han Feng didn't defend or hide, allowing him to punish him, so Feng Xian found it hard to kill him.
After the anger and resentment towards Han Feng in his heart erupted, Feng Xian calmed down a lot.
Yao Chen had died long ago.
He had also accepted this fact.
But after so many years, he still hadn't given up on investigating the truth behind this matter.
Now this truth was spoken from Han Feng's mouth.
Feng Xian also understood what he had to do in the future.
Avenge his old friend!
"Who was the person from the Hall of Souls who contacted you back then?"
Feng Xian asked, watching Han Feng clean up the broken pieces of the teacup on the floor.
"Old Man Mu Gu."
"It was him?"
Killing intent filled Feng Xian's eyes.
Old Man Mu Gu, Yao Chen's former junior brother.
An old acquaintance...
"Do you have news of him?"
"Not at the moment, but Nephew plans to order an investigation. The next target is him."
"Good. I'll go with you, how about it?"
Feng Xian stared at Han Feng, his tone aggressive.
Han Feng was slightly silent, then nodded.
"Okay."
Actually, he didn't want to involve Feng Xian in the Hall of Souls' affairs because it was too dangerous.
But some things couldn't be stopped just because he wanted to.
In that case, it would be better to act together with his Uncle-Master, so he could look after him.
"What is your purpose for coming this time?"
"Nephew wants to visit a friend of Master's to ask about the Dao of Formations."
"Formations?"
Han Feng told him about the Hall of Souls hiding the Soul-Devouring Life-Exterminating Formation.
"This formation is too profound. I can't solve it yet, so I need to find an expert to ask for advice."
This was the first time Feng Xian had heard that the Hall of Souls had such means.
Blood sacrifice the Central Plains...
It sounded like a joke, but if that day really came, it would certainly be full of despair.
"How come I didn't know Yao Chen had such a friend?" Feng Xian suddenly asked in confusion.
Han Feng didn't know how to answer.
"Maybe Master didn't tell you?"
Feng Xian's face froze slightly.
"The token you want to find is not in the room."
He had tidied up Yao Chen's room countless times. If there really was a Hidden Sect token, wouldn't he know?
Seeing this, Han Feng said "pardon me," then went to a corner of the room and activated a mechanism.
A hidden box appeared from the wall opening, maintained by a seal.
However, this kind of seal couldn't stump Han Feng at all. He opened it and found that the Hidden Sect token was inside. Besides that, there were some of Yao Chen's private items.
"Uncle-Master, I found it."
Han Feng looked back and found that Feng Xian, who was sitting in the seat, looked a bit embarrassed.