Chapter 520 - 321: Annihilation of the Split Soul! Divine Realm Construction Method Obtained

Han Feng stepped forward and picked up a [Divine Crystal].

Under his [Eye of Insight], the pure Energy within the crystal was clearly visible, but it was also mixed with an extremely faint spiritual imprint belonging to the Thousand-Eyed Demon Moth.

"What does the ritual require? Are there any side effects for the absorber or the believers?"

Han Feng asked impassively.

"None! Absolutely none!"

The Thousand-Eyed Demon Moth hurriedly assured him, "The ritual is very simple. It only requires the believers to contribute a drop of their blood essence and chant the prayer in unison!

It’s completely harmless to everyone!"

Han Feng stared at it quietly, saying nothing.

The Thousand-Eyed Demon Moth felt a chill run down its spine under his gaze, and the [Soul Seal] seemed to start faintly aching again.

"Alright... there’s a little something."

It added reluctantly, "The ritual will consume some of the believers’ stamina, but they’ll be fine after a day or two of rest.

As for the absorber, their personality might become... a little more arrogant due to the infusion of the Divine."

"That’s all?"

"That’s all! I swear on my Divine Format!"

Han Feng toyed with the crystal in his hand and suddenly smiled.

"One last question. How many members of the Spirit Fox Race did you sacrifice to create these crystals?"

The Thousand-Eyed Demon Moth’s thoughts instantly filled with panic.

"I didn’t! They were voluntary offerings from my believers!"

A familiar, sharp pain shot through it, more intense than ever before.

"AHHHH!!"

"It seems your Divine Format isn’t worth much."

Han Feng placed the few crystals into his Storage Space.

"I’ve taken the items, and I know the method."

"You’d better pray you weren’t lying. Otherwise, I won’t be so lenient next time."

With that, he turned and left without the slightest hesitation.

Watching Han Feng disappear at the mouth of the tunnel, the Thousand-Eyed Demon Moth collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath. Its Spiritual Thought was filled with a mix of relief at having survived and venomous resentment.

A moment later, a Spirit Fox Race High Priest with a severed tail stumbled into the cavern.

"My God! Are... are you alright?"

"I’m not dead yet!"

The Thousand-Eyed Demon Moth’s thoughts were filled with rage. "That damn Foreigner! He dared to wound me so grievously!"

"My God, why did you give him the ’Divine Crystals’ and the ’Divine Building Technique’?"

The High Priest asked, confused. "That’s the very foundation of our tribe!"

"Foolish!"

The Thousand-Eyed Demon Moth sneered. "Did you think I gave him something good?"

"The true ’Divine Building Technique’ requires the purest and most devout faith of at least a thousand initial believers as a catalyst to ignite the divine fire. Only then will the constructed Divine Realm truly belong to the builder."

"But what I gave him was an inferior ’Grafting Method’!

When he uses my Divine Crystals to build a Divine Realm, the Divine Souls of everyone he protects will be unknowingly tainted by my spiritual brand!"

Its voice was filled with greed and triumph.

"The more people he protects, and the longer he does it, the more he’s helping me cultivate the most perfect believers!

When the time is right, with a single thought, I can harvest the faith of every single person and even turn his base into my new Divine Kingdom!"

"That idiot thinks he got such a great deal!

Everything he’s doing now is just paving the way for me!"

The High Priest listened, dumbfounded, before his expression shifted to one of fanatical adoration.

"My God is wise!"

"Relay my orders! Gather our people, closely monitor the movements of those Foreigners, and report back to me at all times!"

"As you command!"

Just as the High Priest turned to leave, a calm voice suddenly echoed in the spacious cavern, causing both master and servant to freeze instantly.

"Nice plan. A shame you said it a little too loudly."

From the shadows of the cavern, a figure clad in dark silver Spirit Armor slowly emerged. It was Han Feng, who had gone and now returned.

He hadn’t gone far at all. He had simply stored his fighter jet in the [Sword Tomb Space], activated [Phantom Stealth] mode, and quietly slipped back.

"You... didn’t you already leave?!"

the Thousand-Eyed Demon Moth shrieked in terror.

"Oh, it’s a habit of mine. After finishing a deal, I like to come back and listen to the customer feedback."

Han Feng flexed his wrists.

"It seems you weren’t quite satisfied with our transaction."

Fear completely seized the Thousand-Eyed Demon Moth’s heart.

It couldn’t understand how the other party had managed to evade its Perception and hide here so silently!

"What do you want!" it roared, its voice fierce but its heart trembling.

"Nothing much. Just wanted to have an in-depth discussion with you about the ownership of that ’wedding dress’."

Han Feng’s figure vanished from the spot in an instant.

The next second, he appeared above the "Moonlight Pool" and stomped down viciously.

BOOM!

The entire cavern shook violently. The terrifying power of his [Soul-Burning Sword Aura] erupted, instantly vaporizing half of the pink, glowing liquid in the pool.

The Thousand-Eyed Demon Moth’s Divine Soul let out a bloodcurdling shriek as it was sent flying by the blow, slamming hard against the cavern wall. Its illusory body grew even dimmer.

"What... what do you want?"

The Thousand-Eyed Demon Moth’s thoughts were filled with despair.

"Nothing much."

Han Feng walked up to it, looking down from a superior position. "I just feel I’d be more at ease if I took your life myself."

"You can’t kill me!"

The Thousand-Eyed Demon Moth suddenly became hysterical. "I am a Split Soul of ’Quiet Moon Echo’!

As long as my main tribe exists, I am immortal! What you’re destroying is just a single avatar of mine!"

"Oh? Quiet Moon Echo?

The tribal soul-spirit of the Shadow Wing Tribe?"

When he first entered Dragon Abyss, Han Feng’s [Eye of Insight] had scanned information on several tribes.

The Thousand-Eyed Demon Moth was stunned. ’How does he even know that?’

"That’s right!"

It grasped at its last straw.

"As long as you agree to lead your people to believe in my master, I can have my master send out another Split Soul to protect your camp!