Chapter 603: Divine Skills

Ye Feng stayed in the training hall for several months, undergoing thousands of battles of various scales, yet found that his attack power improved very slowly.
One day, with a frown, he left the training hall.
“What’s wrong? Is progress slow?” Zi Ling suddenly appeared out of nowhere—she loved to show up like this.
Ye Feng nodded. “My attack power seems to have hit a bottleneck. It seems impossible to make further progress unless I reach the star domain level…”
Upon hearing this, Zi Ling seemed to understand immediately. “Is it the attack technique you’re using, or the Codex?”
“That’s right. Even when I reach the highest level of cultivation, I still can’t fully unleash the power of divine skills,” Ye Feng said helplessly, shaking his head.
“That’s only natural. The Codex can only be used in conjunction with laws. Now that your laws have evolved into divine skills, you naturally can’t exert 100% of their power. Even a top-tier Codex can only achieve about 60% of the power of a divine skill,” Zi Ling said with a smile.
“Are there any techniques corresponding to divine skills?” Ye Feng couldn’t help asking.
“Of course!” Zi Ling nodded. “Techniques that can fully unleash divine skills are called Divine Skills. There are nine grades of Divine Skills—Grade 1 can fully unleash the power of a divine skill, Grade 2 can unleash 120%, Grade 3 can unleash 150%, Grade 4 can unleash 200%, Grade 5 can unleash 500%. As for Grade 6, when cultivated to its peak, it can unleash ten times the power. Grade 7 corresponds to 20 times, Grade 8 to 50 times, and Grade 9 to 100 times. There’s also a legendary Grade 10 Divine Skill said to increase attack power by a thousand times. But that’s just a legend.”
“Divine Skills?” Ye Feng’s eyes lit up.
“However, Divine Skills are extremely rare. In my era, in the primary main plane, less than 1% of the star-domain-level strongmen possessed a Grade 1 Divine Skill. Throughout the entire galaxy, there were fewer than twenty strongmen with Grade 2 Divine Skills, and only three with Grade 3. Of course, many years have passed, and I don’t know if these numbers have changed. Divine Skills are no longer considered part of martial arts, because once cultivated, they become deeply ingrained in one’s bloodline and, like divine skills, can be passed down. Just like the inheritance of ancient beasts, which also includes the transmission of certain techniques.”

“Within the Ark of Ultimate Martial Arts, there are also some divine techniques, but most of them are at the fourth or fifth rank. I and those predecessors gathered quite a number of them over the years—hundreds in total. However, if you really want to practice them, I don’t recommend those below the sixth rank.”
“Why can’t one start practicing first and then switch to a better one later?” Ye Feng couldn’t help but ask.
“Because for each divine technique, one can only practice one at a time. Once you start practicing it, you can’t change it anymore. So, the choice must be made carefully. Divine techniques are different from ordinary martial arts; once practiced, they take deep root in the sea of consciousness and can never be erased.” Zi Ling’s words made Ye Feng cautious—he certainly didn’t want a useless divine technique to ruin him.
Although Zi Ling’s explanation made him realize he couldn’t use those techniques, he immediately thought of another thing. If divine techniques were so special, why couldn’t he auction them in this realm?
With this thought, Ye Feng wanted to see what those divine techniques looked like right away. “Zi Ling, take me to see the divine techniques you’ve gathered!”
“Very well!” Zi Ling nodded reluctantly. If Ye Feng insisted on practicing, she had no way to stop him.
She led Ye Feng to the Last Sword Storage Room and opened one of the cabinet-like shelves. Ye Feng hadn’t paid attention to what was inside those cabinets before, but now, realizing he hadn’t explored many of these storage rooms thoroughly, he took a closer look.
The cabinet had five layers, with sheets of paper floating inside—some with one page, some with two, three, or even four or five pages.
The moment he saw those pages, Ye Feng felt a strong fluctuation in his sea of consciousness. He delved deeper and found that the martial arts manual had automatically flipped open, with a strange thought entering his mind: “Gold foil… consume… improve…”
Zi Ling seemed unaware of Ye Feng’s anomaly and continued explaining, “Those with just one page are all first-rank divine techniques. Two pages together make them second rank, and so on—five pages make them fifth rank…”
“These things don’t seem very useful here, do they?” Ye Feng suddenly asked.
Zi Ling was taken aback for a moment before nodding. “Indeed, they’re not useful. You can dispose of them as you wish.”
Hearing this, Ye Feng finally released the martial arts manual that had been threatening to rebel inside him.
When the thick book appeared, its ancient and profound aura stunned Zi Ling.

The golden martial scripture emitted waves of white light, shining on the papers on the bookshelf. In just a moment, all the divine techniques on the shelf disappeared. The golden light of the martial scripture grew brighter for a while before gradually fading away, entering Ye Feng’s body and vanishing. Not only Zi Ling but even Ye Feng himself had no idea what had just happened. “What was that just now?” Zi Ling asked, looking at Ye Feng in astonishment. “It’s a treasure inside me. As soon as it saw those divine techniques, it became restless, so I had no choice but to release it. Unexpectedly, it swallowed up all those techniques.” “There really exists such a rare treasure in this world?” Zi Ling was even more surprised. “It seems I can no longer cultivate those divine techniques,” Ye Feng said with a wry smile. “It’s a pity. Divine techniques cannot be passed on through ordinary means; they must be recorded on Sky-Mending Gold Foil and then transmitted using that foil. But this material is extremely rare, and the recording process requires a huge amount of energy. In my current state of a fragmented soul, it’s completely impossible for me to do it. Otherwise, I could have passed on my three Grade 7 divine techniques and two Grade 6 ones to you,” Zi Ling said, her tone filled with helplessness. “What is Sky-Mending Gold Foil?” Ye Feng couldn’t help but ask. “It’s a material that even the laws of heaven cannot destroy. It can also hold terrifying spiritual energies and is the best medium for passing on martial arts,” Zi Ling explained. “It’s possible the martial scripture doesn’t want those techniques at all; it might just want the gold foil,” Ye Feng mused. “Is there such gold foil in the Star Realm?” “Yes, but it’s extremely rare and found only in the most dangerous places,” Zi Ling nodded. “Even people from intermediate realms might not be able to obtain it easily.” “If it exists, then it’s simple,” Ye Feng said as he sent his soul power back into the void. “I want to get Sky-Mending Gold Foil for free.” “Sky-Mending Gold Foil is available in one-kilogram units. Are you sure you want to claim it?” Ye Feng confirmed immediately. “Claim successful. You can use your free claim privilege again in three days.” A small, thumb-sized amount of golden liquid appeared in Ye Feng’s hand. As expected, the martial scripture in his mind became restless again. “Come out and eat!” Ye Feng didn’t hesitate to release the martial scripture once more, letting it devour the golden liquid. “I’ll feed you every three days to see when you’re full. Then you’ll have to get me a Grade 10 divine technique…” Ye Feng thought to himself.