Chapter 441 - 297: Push Open the Star Gate! A Sea of Stars, Billions of Cultivation Techniques

"BEEP! Copyright for *Flowing Cloud Swordsmanship* purchased. Payment successful."

"BEEP! Copyright for *Biological Force Field Analysis* purchased. Payment successful."

The two of them were like they were in a speed-clicking contest, frantically buying up everything in sight and treating Spirit Coins like they were worthless.

Everyone around was dumbfounded.

’Is this how the big shots compete?’

’They’re literally just throwing money at each other!’

Just then, a cold snort suddenly rang out.

"Hmph, a couple of self-righteous fools."

The third-ranked person, a Free Martial Artist named Mo Ye who had been silent in the corner, slowly emerged from the shadows.

He carried a long saber wrapped in tattered cloth on his back, and his entire body radiated an Evil Qi that warned others to stay away.

Watching Ji Tianxing and Nalan Qing interact as if no one else existed, Mo Ye felt offended.

’I’m being completely ignored.’

Just as Han Feng had ignored everyone earlier, these two only had eyes for each other, completely disregarding him, the third-ranked person.

’A contest of wealth?’

Mo Ye glanced at his own empty coin purse, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes.

’I have no money, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to lose.’

He strode over to an empty terminal, his fingers flying across the interface.

’Since I can’t afford all these new copyrights, I’ll just have to optimize those few heirloom techniques I’ve been holding back!’

’The risk is a bit high, and my family’s legacy could be leaked, but for a spot in the Hall of Myriad Spirits, I’ll go all out!’

"All of you, just watch! We’ll see who gets the last laugh!"

Mo Ye let out a low roar and dove into an Inference Pod.

With these three top-ranked titans rejoining the fray, the atmosphere in the entire plaza was ignited once again.

...

Meanwhile, Han Feng was sitting comfortably in a private VIP elevator, completely unaware that his earlier actions had triggered an "arms race."

The elevator ascended smoothly, and through its transparent walls, he could overlook the magnificent scenery inside the Celestial Ship.

Tier upon tier of floating structures, iridescent Spiritual Energy Pipes, and flying vehicles zipping through the air all combined to form a breathtaking tableau of cyber-cultivation.

"Boss, we’re almost there."

Guo Xiaobao stood by the elevator door, keeping an eye on the floor indicator while not forgetting to give Han Feng an introduction.

"This Hall of Myriad Spirits... well, it’s called a ’Hall,’ but it’s really just a giant data terminal interface."

"It’s directly connected to the core database of the Kunlun Mother Body. They say it stores all of humanity’s Martial Arts wisdom, from ancient times to the present day."

As Guo Xiaobao spoke, he subconsciously lowered his voice, taking on a mysterious air.

"And I’ve heard that the Hall of Myriad Spirits isn’t just for inferring Cultivation Techniques."

Han Feng glanced at him. "Oh? What else is there?"

"Hehe, this is all just gossip. Take it with a grain of salt."

Guo Xiaobao leaned in closer. "I heard that it also holds the secret to... ’becoming a God.’"

"Becoming a God?"

Han Feng couldn’t help but laugh.

These days, any ruin with a bit of history claimed to hold the secret to godhood.

If becoming a god were that easy, Blue Star would be crawling with Immortals, more common than dogs.

"I’m serious, Boss!"

Seeing Han Feng’s disbelief, Guo Xiaobao grew anxious. "They say the supreme sovereigns of Kunlun..."

"...achieved enlightenment in the Hall of Myriad Spirits back in the day, breaking through the limits of the human body and stepping into that unspeakable realm."

"Even if you don’t infer a Cultivation Technique this time, just going in to experience that Dao resonance is a huge win!"

"Alright, alright, I get it."

Han Feng waved his hand, cutting off Guo Xiaobao’s grandstanding.

He wasn’t interested in becoming a God; right now, he just wanted to complete his *Cyan Cloud Spirit Martial Technique* and see if he could pick up a few practical Swordsmanship skills along the way.

DING!

The elevator emitted a crisp chime and came to a stop.

The doors slid open slowly.

A strange aura—ancient and weathered, yet mixed with a sense of extreme technology—washed over him.

Han Feng stepped out of the elevator and was greeted by the sight of a long corridor.

The walls of the corridor weren’t lined with decorative paintings, but with massive crystal screens, on which countless indecipherable golden Runes flowed.

And at the end of the corridor, a palace of archaic design, forged entirely from an unknown black metal, floated silently amidst an artificial starry sky.

That was the Hall of Myriad Spirits.

"Boss, the restricted area is just ahead. My clearance isn’t high enough, so this is as far as I can take you."

Guo Xiaobao stopped at the corridor’s entrance, rubbing his hands together with his signature mercenary smile.

"So... about that consultation fee..."

Han Feng looked at the money-grubbing fellow and didn’t find him particularly annoying.

Although the guy had been a bit of a scammer at first, his guide service afterward had been quite thorough.

"You’ll get what you’re owed."

Han Feng casually flicked his hand.

A small pouch of Spirit Coins traced a graceful arc through the air, landing securely in Guo Xiaobao’s arms.

Guo Xiaobao fumbled to catch it. When he focused his gaze, his eyes nearly popped out of his head.

’There must be a thousand here!’

"You’re too generous, Boss! May you get rich, Boss! May you live forever, Boss!"

Guo Xiaobao was so excited he became incoherent, bowing repeatedly at Han Feng’s retreating back.

Han Feng didn’t look back. He just gave a casual wave and strode toward the black palace floating in the starry sky.

At that moment, there was only one thing on his mind.

’Could the legendary Hall of Myriad Spirits withstand my system’s "Cheating Level" analysis?’

’If even the Hall of Myriad Spirits could be ’freeloaded’...’

Just the thought of that scene made Han Feng a little excited.

As he reached the entrance to the great hall, two guards in full-body Exoskeleton Armor blocked his path.

This Armor was more advanced than any model he had seen before. The Spiritual Power flowing across its surface glowed a dangerous, dark red.

"Halt."

A cold, synthetic voice spoke. "Present your credentials."

Han Feng took out the Cyan Cloud Order.

A scanner on the guard’s helmet swept over the order, and the red warning light instantly turned green.

"Verification successful."

"Holder: Han Feng."

"Authorization: Single-use B Level Yan Dao qualification."

"Welcome to the Hall of Myriad Spirits."

The heavy, black metal doors slid open without a sound.

Inside, there were no brilliant gold decorations, only a deep and boundless darkness that seemed to lead to the edge of the universe.

Han Feng took a deep breath and stepped inside.

BOOM!

The doors closed behind him.

The world fell silent in an instant.

Then, a single point of starlight appeared in the darkness.

Then a second, a third...

Countless stars lit up all around him. Each star represented a Cultivation Technique, a piece of enlightenment, or a fragment of a civilization.

Then, a sphere of light, slowly coalescing from pure Energy, formed half a meter in front of him.

Immediately after, a grand and indifferent voice echoed from within it.

[Visitor detected.]

[Scanning biological data...]

[Bone Age: 20]

[Cultivation: Enlightenment Realm, First Layer.]

[True Qi Trait: Sharpness, Agility.]

[Spiritual Power Intensity: 4500 Hertz]

[Please state your request.]

Han Feng stood in the center of the starry expanse, looked at the sphere of light before him, and chuckled softly.

"You seem to be a ball of energy!"