Han Feng attempted to mobilize the energy within his body, and a miniature star immediately formed in his palm, its solidity more than a hundred times greater than before. With a slight thought, the star transformed into a stream of light and returned to his body, the entire process as smooth as if he were controlling his own limbs.
"Wait a minute..." He suddenly remembered something, "You just said that those at the Great Dao Realm can be sensed by forces from outside the domain?"
Zero's expression turned serious: "Like a torch in the darkness." He waved his hand, revealing a cosmic star map, where the blue star was flashing with dazzling starlight. "Especially the power of stars, a primordial energy, is simply..."
"A walking mark." Han Feng replied with a wry smile, instantly understanding why Nangong Wentian had been marked with the Soul Devouring Mark. "So I'm a sitting duck now?"
Zero's projection suddenly revealed a sly smile: "There's no need to be too pessimistic." The star map zoomed in, revealing a layer of golden mesh enveloping Blue Star. "This 'Celestial Dimension Restriction' was left behind by the First Star Soul Lord; those at the mid-stage of the Great Dao Realm cannot forcibly enter."
Han Feng carefully observed the grid and discovered that its energy structure shared the same origin as his own stellar power: "So I'm safe in the short term?"
"Safety?" Zero shook his head. "The restriction prevents physical entities from descending, but those entities can infiltrate through agents, clones, or even dreams." He looked at Han Feng meaningfully. "For example, 'that one' has already noticed you."
Han Feng felt a chill run down his spine, and the eyes of the Nether Crystal Clan Emperor, composed of countless facets, seemed to flash back in his memory. He subconsciously touched his chest, where the star-shaped mark left after the fusion of the three Star Mirrors was now slightly warm.
"I need to master the entire legacy of the Star Soul Master as soon as possible," Han Feng said in a deep voice. "Zero, what should I do?"
“You have already fused three Star Mirrors, and it is now in your dantian. You just need to try to communicate with it,” Zero said.
Han Feng sat cross-legged in the center of his cultivation space, focusing his inner gaze on the flawless Star Mirror in his dantian—it was no longer in its original fragmented form, but a slowly rotating miniature star, its surface flowing with galaxy-like patterns of light. With a gentle touch of his mind, a vast stream of information, as boundless as a sea of stars, suddenly surged into his mind!
"Ugh—"
Han Feng groaned, feeling his consciousness being torn apart and traversed through a starlight tunnel. When the dizziness subsided, he found himself standing in a void. Beneath his feet was a transparent energy plane, reflecting countless stars; above him stretched an endless universe, with nebulae drifting like veils. This was neither the system space nor the real world.
"Where is this...?"
"Inside the Star Gazette."
A strange voice came from behind. Han Feng turned around abruptly and saw a blue-haired man standing a dozen steps away. The man wore a long robe woven with stars, his pupils seemed to contain the entire Milky Way, and his face was as resolute as if carved by a knife, yet it carried an indescribable sense of vicissitude.
"You've finally arrived." The man smiled slightly, his voice like the resonance of two stars gently colliding.
Han Feng's muscles tensed, the power of the stars gathering within his meridians, ready to be unleashed: "Who are you?"
"Relax, little guy." The man raised his hand and made a downward pressing motion, and the energy within Han Feng's body involuntarily calmed down. "My name is Jue Li, the previous Star Soul Master. What you see now is merely a wisp of my divine soul left in the Star Mirror."
"The previous one..." Han Feng's guard relaxed slightly, but the starlight in his eyes still shone. "Why is your consciousness preserved in the Star Mirror? Didn't you already perish?"
A chilling, ethereal figure strolled through the starlight, each step creating ripples: "In the final battle against the extraterrestrial forces, the entire extraterrestrial army united to besiege me. Knowing I was doomed, I sealed all my knowledge and memories into the Star Mirror." He stopped, his gaze piercing, "all to await the next inheritor."
Han Feng then noticed that Jue Li's phantom was not complete—there was a hole the size of a bowl in his chest, the edges of which flickered with an unstable blue light, as if it had been pierced by some terrifying force.
"Was this done by the Nether Crystal Clan?" Han Feng unconsciously touched the same spot on his body.
Jue Li looked down at the "scar" on his chest and gave a bitter smile: "Not entirely. It was an encirclement by the entire extraterrestrial forces, against just one Nether Crystal Clan. In that battle, I perished along with many leaders of the extraterrestrial forces, but I calculated one step ahead of them..." He pointed to Han Feng's dantian, "The Star Mirror is not only a weapon, but also a memory container passed down through generations of Star Soul Masters."
As Jue Li recounted the story, the surrounding starlight began to shift, projecting a colossal battle in the vast universe—countless stars shattered in a torrent of blue crystals, and a towering figure, bearing a striking resemblance to Jue Li, fought alone against thousands of powerful figures from beyond the realm, ultimately perishing together with a cloud of blue light that blotted out the sky.
"So you are now... a ghost?" Han Feng asked cautiously.
Jue Li chuckled at this statement: "I suppose so. But to be more precise, I'm just a remnant soul, retaining only the most crucial knowledge and combat experience." His illusory form flickered a few times. "Each awakening consumes energy, but my time is running out, so we must hurry."
Han Feng keenly noticed that Jue Li's figure had dimmed somewhat compared to before: "Are you disappearing?"
"It was bound to happen sooner or later." Jue Li waved his hand dismissively. "Listen, little guy. Those extraterrestrial forces aren't so simple. Even if we perish together, their fragmented consciousnesses are reassembling in the universe. And you..." He looked at Han Feng meaningfully, "maybe you can truly take that step."
\"What's the meaning?\"
"It means you have more potential than I did back then." Jue Li suddenly approached, his illusory finger touching Han Feng's brow. "So I'm going to give you two things—"
A sharp pain exploded within him! Han Feng felt as if molten metal was being poured into his brain. Countless fragments of images flashed before his eyes: the unfamiliar trajectories of stars, complex energy hand seals, experiences fighting various alien races... and deepest within, an encrypted memory.
"First is the complete inheritance of the 'Nine Forms of Starfall'," the sharp voice faded into the distance. "Second is... the inheritance of Blue Star's faith..."
The sheer volume of information caused Han Feng to cry out in pain, but he gritted his teeth and persevered.
After an unknown amount of time, the excruciating pain subsided like a receding tide, and a dazzling star map appeared in Han Feng's sea of consciousness—the complete inheritance of the "Nine Forms of Starfall" was as clear as an innate memory. He opened his eyes and found that Jue Li's figure had faded to almost transparent, as if it would dissipate into the starlight at any moment.
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