Chapter 510 - 318: Saints of the Tower of Babel, I’m Here to Perfect You

Finally, with the sound of a chime, the staff in the underground workshop ended their long, eight-hour shift.

"Finally, a break. This godforsaken place is so cold and damp. Stay here too long and you can feel the chill seep into your bones."

"Alright, stop complaining. Getting transferred to this project means triple the Firewood Value you’d get outside. Be grateful."

"Xiaozhang, you and the director head up first. We’ll be right there after we process this last bit of data."

The young researcher stretched, his face showing a hint of fatigue, but even more excitement.

He followed the old director out of the workshop, down an internal corridor, and into a relatively dry and comfortable living area.

There were a dozen or so individual resting pods, likely prepared for core researchers like them.

Han Feng’s figure, like a shadow that could not be perceived, followed silently behind them.

The old director seemed truly exhausted. After entering his pod, he collapsed onto the bed and was soon fast asleep, his snores quickly filling the air.

But the young man, Xiaozhang, was clearly still running on adrenaline.

He returned to his room but didn’t rest immediately. Instead, he opened his personal terminal and appeared to be writing some kind of report.

Han Feng’s [Eye of Insight] swept over the terminal screen, which prominently displayed a title: "Feasibility Report on the Establishment of a Recyclable, High-Activity Spiritual Source Collection System."

’What a dedicated employee.’

Han Feng "praised" him inwardly, deciding he would be the first.

He floated silently into Xiaozhang’s pod. The man was completely engrossed in typing on his keyboard, utterly unaware of the danger just inches away.

Han Feng extended a finger.

No Energy was gathered at its tip; he was merely activating the power of the [Sword Tomb Space].

He mobilized ten points of Spiritual Power to quickly condense a brand-new [Borrowed Path Sword Seed] within the space.

This Sword Seed was even more "pure" than the ones he had used for the swap before.

It contained only the most fundamental, core principle of cultivation—how to transform Spiritual Power into the purest Life Origin.

This was precisely a simplified version of the Absorption Technique from the [Cyan Cloud·Longevity Sword Technique].

’Since you all love using others’ Spiritual Power as nutrients so much, I’ll teach you how to more efficiently turn yourselves into nutrients.’

Once the condensation was complete, Han Feng used the Power of Dimension from the [Sword Tomb Space] to project the nearly imperceptible Sword Seed directly outward.

The Sword Seed pierced through the spatial barrier and plunged precisely into the back of the young researcher’s neck.

Xiaozhang, who had been writing furiously, suddenly froze stiff.

An indescribably pleasant sensation shot up from his tailbone, instantly spreading through his entire body.

He felt his mind, exhausted from long hours of work, suddenly reinvigorated as if a clear spring had been poured into it.

His thoughts became clearer than ever before, and a few logical points in his report that he had been stuck on suddenly became crystal clear.

"Huh?"

He stopped what he was doing and rolled his neck in surprise.

"Is it just my imagination? How did my mind suddenly get so much sharper?"

He didn’t overthink it, simply assuming it was a burst of inspiration. He excitedly returned to his work, completely unaware that deep within his Divine Soul Origin, a seed that did not belong to him had been planted.

A new line of text clearly appeared on Han Feng’s personal interface.

[Borrowed Path Sword Seed successfully implanted in target "Zhang Hai’s" Divine Soul Origin.]

[Target Talent Potential: Outstanding Talent (Blue)]

[Overall Compatibility: 72%]

[Cultivation Initiated...]

’The first one.’

Han Feng’s expression didn’t change as he turned and floated toward the old director’s room next door.

He repeated the process.

Another equally "pure" Sword Seed was silently implanted into the old director’s Divine Soul.

The old man, deep in sleep, simply turned over comfortably and smacked his lips, as if dreaming of something pleasant.

[Borrowed Path Sword Seed successfully implanted in target "Qian Sen’s" Divine Soul Origin.]

[Target Talent Potential: Outstanding Talent (Blue)]

[Overall Compatibility: 65%]

[Cultivation Initiated...]

’The second one.’

Next, like a diligent gardener, Han Feng "visited" the rooms of every Tower of Babel member in the living area, one by one.

Whether they were resting or entertaining themselves, they were all unknowingly planted with seeds full of his "goodwill."

After finishing all this, Han Feng looked at the rows of new "Cultivation" notifications on his system interface, feeling a sense of peace.

’He truly felt he was a great philanthropist.’

These people claimed they wanted to sacrifice others for the future of humanity, all to benefit themselves.

’Such selfish thinking. Their perspective is too narrow.’

And he was helping them apply this grand ideal to themselves.

He was helping them align their actions with their beliefs, letting them use their own Divine Souls to nurture a true genius who could decide the future of humanity.

Wasn’t this helping them become "Saints"?

’From this perspective, he was practically performing an act of boundless merit.’

’No need to thank me. I just like to help people.’

Han Feng gave himself a mental thumbs-up, feeling incredibly pleased.

Of course, these dozen or so people were far from enough.

’When I become stronger, I must go to Kunlun Holy City and find the headquarters of the Tower of Babel.’

’I’ll give all their higher-ups this great gift of "becoming a Saint".’

By then, he would have his very own "Saint Legion."

...

Satisfied with the completion of his great sowing plan, Han Feng didn’t linger.

He retraced his steps, using the [Sword Tomb Space]’s jumping ability to pass through the numerous checkpoints and blockades with ease.

The entire process alerted no one and left not a single trace.

He quietly left the vicinity of Broken Star Reef, stopping on the ocean surface a dozen or so kilometers from the island.

After confirming there was no surveillance around, Han Feng focused his thoughts.

His figure vanished on the spot, entering the [Sword Tomb Space].

The next second.

On the empty surface of the sea, a sleek, futuristic silver fighter jet appeared out of thin air.

It was his "X-01" Ghost prototype.

Blue flames lit up at the tail of the jet, not with a deafening roar, but with a low hum like an electric current.

The jet instantly broke the sound barrier, transforming into a silver streak of light as it skimmed across the ocean surface, speeding toward Dragon’s Fang Island.