Supremacy Starts With The Mysterious System

He didn't expect that all the Profound Spirit Stones given by his mother would be of high grade. A Profound Spirit Stone of this grade was probably rare even in the Tianfeng City.    

"I heard that a low grade Profound Spirit Stone can be exchanged for a hundred taels of silver. I really don't know why my family was so poor when I was young."    

Han Feng whispered, then smiled bitterly. He was really stupid. If his mother really brought these Profound Spirit Stones to exchange for silver, he was afraid that she would have been targeted by others long ago. One should know that his mother didn't have any cultivation at that time.    

After obtaining enough profound points, the first thing Han Feng did was to open the system. He had always been thinking about restoring the Great Dream Sutra.    

Currently, Han Feng had completely finished the first volume of the Great Dream Sutra. After successfully cultivating in the dream world, the next step would be to transform into a dream world. By merging the myriad of things in the world into his dream world, he could even simulate his opponent in his dream. This way, his combat ability would definitely increase greatly.    

"Improving the Great Dream Sutra, perfecting the middle scroll."    

"Yes."    

A few breaths later, a lot of information appeared in Han Feng's mind. This was the cultivation method of the dreamland.    

The Great Dream Sutra in the middle volume was already comparable to a spirit rank cultivation method. The cost was 500 profound points.    

As for the second volume, Han Feng did not exchange it immediately. Instead, he planned to wait until the middle volume was successfully cultivated before he started cultivating.    

"Devil Sword, open the Martial Technique selection page. I want to buy a spirit rank martial skill."    

The selection page of the Martial Technique immediately appeared in front of Han Feng's eyes. It was similar to the last time, but this time, the button of the spirit rank martial skill was lit.    

The moment he pressed the button, a huge space appeared in front of Han Feng. There were more and more scrolls in it. Obviously, the low rank spirit rank martial skills here were more than ordinary rank martial skills.    

This made Han Feng even more shocked by the origin of the system. The person who created this system must be far stronger than an Astral Martial Stage. Otherwise, he would not have been able to collect so many spirit rank Martial Techniques.    

Facing the choice of a Spirit rank martial skill, Han Feng did not make a rash decision. Instead, he released his own ability to sense the martial skill.    

Mortal rank martial skills relied on a martial artist's comprehension ability to cultivate. But the spirit rank was not like this. The Martial Technique had a spirit, so it could sense the cultivators that were suitable for it.    

What Han Feng released was the Sword Dao Will.    

The Sword Dao Will of the Level Three was very powerful. In an instant, boundless sword might swept across the entire space. Many martial skills backed away, not daring to get close to it.    

"If I have a spirit grade Sword Dao martial skill combined with the Sword Dao Will, how terrifying would the power unleashed be?"    

Han Feng couldn't contain the excitement in his heart. It was a spirit rank martial skill. This kind of martial skill was very precious in many Genuine Martial Stage forces. And now... There were so many martial skills for him to choose from. This kind of treatment... Not everyone had it.    

Of course, he was also clear that he was the only one who had stepped into the Genuine Martial Stage. Only after condensing the Vital Energy would he have enough spirit energy to unleash the true power of a spirit rank martial skill. With his current spirit energy cultivation, perhaps he only needed to use a trace of a spirit rank martial skill. His dantian would be sucked dry, right?    

The sword Qi whistled in the scroll space. Many Sword Dao martial skills flew towards Han Feng like stars streaking across the boundless night sky. Streaks of flowing light rolled towards Han Feng.    

Without a doubt, these martial skills all thought that Han Feng was suitable to cultivate them.    

However, Han Feng did not choose easily. His Profound Point could not afford to be squandered by him. Besides, these martial skills might not be the most suitable for him.    

Finally, Han Feng's gaze landed on a floating scroll. His perception probed and wrapped around the scroll.    

"What a powerful sword intent." Han Feng's body couldn't help but tremble. The scroll itself was like an extremely powerful sword. Any closer and the boundless sword intent would devour it.    

"There is still a trace of loneliness." Han Feng's heart trembled. This martial skill was somewhat similar to the Firmament Palm. When a sword was unleashed, it could take away the life force of a person.    

"Forsaken Spirit Sword." Han Feng muttered to himself, "A low grade spirit rank sword skill. When cultivated to perfection, it's comparable to a middle grade spirit rank martial skill."    

"It's you." Han Feng was very satisfied with this sword technique. If his sword had an additional sense of loneliness, the power it displayed would definitely be much stronger.    

"Forsaken Spirit Sword, a low-grade spirit rank martial skill, worth five hundred profound points. Forsaken Spirit Sword, a low-grade spirit rank martial skill, worth five hundred profound points."    

With a thought, the five hundred profound points disappeared in an instant, and what replaced it was a vast amount of information that appeared in his mind.    

Cultivating a spirit rank martial skill was indeed much harder than cultivating a mortal rank martial skill.    

"This Forsaken Desolation Spirit Sword is divided into three forms. With my cultivation, if I can use the first form, it would be barely possible. If I want to completely cultivate it, I must condense the Vital Energy."    

Han Feng said in a low voice, then continued to choose the martial skill. This time, he released the will of the Devil Dao.    

Terrifying devil might swept across the space. In an instant, numerous scrolls were flying towards him. Each scroll contained a terrifying devil intent, as if numerous devils were roaring. Endless devil intent seemed to be able to devour the void.    

Han Feng closed his eyes and carefully felt the information of each scroll.    

A moment later, Han Feng opened his eyes and stretched out his palm. A scroll was held in his hand.    

"The Dragon Devouring Devil Seal is also divided into three levels. The first level is the Half-Spirit level, which is suitable for me to use."    

A smile appeared on Han Feng's face. He closed his eyes and circulated the Great Dream Sutra Scroll, entering the dreamland in an instant.    

The faint starlight scattered down from the sky. It passed through the void, passed through the roof, and entered Han Feng's body, tempering his body.    

Three days later.    

Han Feng suddenly opened his eyes. Two bright lights burst out from his eyes. His cultivation base was even stronger, and his aura seemed to be unfathomable.    

"This dreamland is really magical. It actually increased my cultivation speed by a lot. I'm afraid that after three months, even if I don't step into the Spiritual Martial Stage Level Eight, I will still be a Peak of Spiritual Martial Stage Level Seven."    

A High Level of the Spiritual Martial Stage's cultivation speed was much slower than a Mid Spiritual Martial Stage because one couldn't cultivate blindly during this stage. One had to comprehend it and try to slowly condense a Vital Energy.    

Han Feng closed his eyes once again.    

This time, he did not cultivate with his legs crossed in his dream. Instead, he created a world.    

Although it was very small, there were mountains and water, and dazzling stars. The starlight was dazzling, as if a peerless vicious bird was swimming in the sky.    

This was merely the embryonic form of a dream.    

Han Feng was immersed in it, and he felt that it was extremely profound. All of this was derived from his will. A single thought became a dream, and a single thought became a world.    

With a thought from Han Feng, a black figure appeared in front of him in an instant. It was holding a sword in its hand, and it was also a Spiritual Martial Stage Level Seven warrior. The sword intent on its body was unleashed, and it was the will of the Sword Dao, a Level Three warrior.    

Obviously, this black figure had the same cultivation base as Han Feng, and his means were the same.    

There was only one thing that Han Feng couldn't simulate with his bloodline power. Therefore, he didn't use his bloodline power. Instead, he used his pure cultivation base to fight.    

It was better to defeat himself than defeat his opponent.    

The Han Feng's Sword slashed out in an instant. Streaks of green sword energy seemed to crush the sky. It was as if the dream world was going to break apart. However, the black figure's body also flashed. The Wind Shadow Spell bloomed, and only an afterimage was left on the spot. Immediately after that, an ice-cold sword intent instantly enveloped Han Feng. Han Feng could only feel that endless sword energies were rushing towards him. His heart felt cold. He waved his sword and broke through the sword Qi. His sword... It pierced towards the black figure.    

Weng!    

The sword sound kept whistling. It was as if only the sword was left in the world. Han Feng's sword intent and cultivation base were on par with his opponent's. Neither of them could do anything to the other.    

After a few hours, Han Feng finally stopped. The black figure disappeared. He sat on the ground and recovered the spiritual energy in his dantian.    

He could feel that after such a satisfying battle, his sword intent had become stronger and the tip of his sword had become sharper.    

Moreover, his spiritual energy had also improved. At this moment, even without using his bloodline power, he could easily kill Spiritual Martial Stage Level Eight and Level Nine warriors.    

For example, the young man from the Wang family, even if he was an outstanding Spiritual Martial Stage Level Eight warrior, he still wouldn't be able to withstand a few attacks from him.    

One strike was enough to kill someone.    

After recovering his spiritual energy, Han Feng continued to transform his opponent. This time, a black figure appeared. His body was completely black, and his face couldn't be seen clearly. However, there was a terrifying Devil Dao on his body.    

This time, his opponent had the same terrifying Devil Dao Will as him.    

Han Feng's Devil Dao Will had always been stuck at the Level One. He wanted to improve his Devil Dao Will through battle.    

"Kill!" A demonic sound was suddenly heard from Han Feng's mouth. The Devil Palm Print was struck out furiously. In an instant, the space trembled, and a black figure fluttered in the air. The sound of killing was heard, and it sounded like two peerless devils were fighting a world-shaking battle.    

Hu!    

The demonic wind swept across, and it seemed as if the life force of the earth had been corroded in an instant. Han Feng took a step forward, and the demonic palm stirred up the wind and clouds in the sky, as if the entire world was going to be torn apart by him.    

The black figure was also controlling the powerful devil energy. His black robe fluttered in the wind. Devil Qi was rolling in the air. Every step he took... He would unleash an extremely powerful Devil Dao Killing Sword, which carried a terrifying Qi of destruction. No one in the same cultivation realm dared to resist it.    

This was the Devil Technique. It was overbearing, ferocious, and unparalleled.    

When the palm struck out, the void trembled.    

Han Feng and the black figure were engaged in a frenzied battle. The Devil Dao's will shook the heavens and earth, as if it could kill countless people with a single wave of its hand, causing blood to flow like a river.    

Kacha!    

The dream shattered, and Han Feng suddenly woke up from his dream. The black figure had disappeared, and Han Feng felt a sharp pain in his head. The previous battle had been a pleasant one, but it had also caused the dream to be shattered.    

Han Feng knew that this was because he hadn't successfully cultivated the dreamland. If he had succeeded, he wouldn't have shattered the dream so easily.    

Feeling the intense pain in his mind, Han Feng rested for a moment and continued to immerse himself in the dream to cultivate.    

For the past month, Han Feng had never stopped cultivating.    

During this month, Han Feng also did not step out of his room. If it was not for the Profound Spirit Stone that Han Feng gave him, he would have stayed there for three months. The waiter could not help but want to see if Han Feng had died inside.    

On this day, Han Feng finally decided to go out and take a look at the lively scene in Tianfeng City. However, it seemed like he needed to change his appearance.