Battle Through the Heavens: I Am Han Feng, Respect the Teacher and Value the Dao

His gaze pierced through the dense clouds toward the faint dawn rising on the horizon. It was as though he could see the outline of future flames of war and hope intertwined there.

The Reincarnation Platform, the Soul Clan, this chaotic age, Heavenly Flames, the alliance... every thread stretched out beneath his feet, and all he had to do was cross them one by one.

At last, the outline of Starfall Pavilion came clearly into view ahead.

The mountain gate remained tranquil, its formations operating as usual. Faint blue starlight flowed between the pavilions, as calm and peaceful as when Han Feng had first arrived.

Han Feng descended, landing lightly. His robes did not stir when his feet touched the ground, and his stance was as steady as a boulder.

He pushed open the doors to the main hall, and a familiar medicinal fragrance washed over him.

Yao Chen was currently preparing a new pill recipe. Since he had not yet begun refining it, he had not entered seclusion.

"You're back."

Yao Chen looked at Han Feng and smiled faintly.

"How did it go this time?"

Han Feng walked over and sat beside Yao Chen.

"Not bad. At least I found some clues."

Han Feng slowly recounted what had happened with the Lei Clan.

Yao Chen's expression darkened slightly after hearing it, though he did not lose his composure.

He slowly closed the pill recipe on the table. The fingers holding a spiritual herb paused lightly, and his eyes seemed several shades deeper beneath the candlelight.

"The Lei Clan... may act rashly, but their clan leader, Lei Ying, was already an Eight-star Dou Saint a thousand years ago. He is no fool."

Yao Chen said gravely, "For the Soul Clan to tamper with things right under his nose means their