Chapter 604: Cultivating Divine Skills

It took a month of feeding the Martial Canon ten times, yet it still seemed unsatisfied. Ye Feng continued to fight in the training hall every day.
One day, Ye Feng suddenly realized that although he didn’t possess any divine skills, he could still watch others use them in simulated battles in the training hall. This might be beneficial for him to comprehend divine skills in the future.
With this thought, Ye Feng selected all the battles of powerful warriors with divine skills that he could observe in the training hall. There were a total of 73 such battles he could view. Due to permission restrictions, he could only watch battles involving Star Universe-level warriors.
As he watched each battle, Ye Feng became fully immersed. Unnoticed by him, within his mental sea, the Martial Canon was replicating those battle scenes, with every battle vividly displayed on its pages.
The 73 battles were quickly finished. The strongest warrior among them used a lightning-based divine skill, likely of the sixth rank. Combined with his destructive powers, it was truly terrifying.
After watching these battles, Ye Feng finally noticed something unusual about the Martial Canon. Its pages displayed battle scenes he had never seen before, all involving warriors using sixth-rank divine skills.
Divided between watching these scenes and continuing his cultivation, Ye Feng also didn’t forget to feed the Martial Canon.
Many days passed, and the scenes on the Martial Canon changed again—this time, they were all battles using seventh-rank divine skills. This filled Ye Feng with excitement; it was the first time he had seen battles of such intensity.
He guessed that the Martial Canon was going through a special state, and after this state, it might truly provide him with techniques for divine skills. He felt a hint of anticipation.
As time went by, the demonstrations of divine skill battles on the Martial Canon became far beyond Ye Feng’s imagination. Previously, it was battles using ninth-rank divine skills, which he could see clearly. After millions of battles, the level of these battles rose further, and every move shown on screen amazed Ye Feng. It felt as though the powers those warriors used had transcended the limits of ordinary powers.
Like a sponge, Ye Feng greedily absorbed everything on the screen, imprinting it all in his mind…
After a full hundred years, the Martial Canon finally stopped displaying these scenes. Rows of mysterious texts and secret patterns kept appearing on the page, leaving Ye Feng utterly confused.

After twelve full days, Wu Dian finally stopped writing. Ye Feng wanted to take a look to find out what was going on, only to see a drop of golden liquid forming from the void above the page before dripping onto it. Ye Feng had no idea what had happened. The golden drop soaked the entire page, enveloping it completely and forming a thin sheet of golden paper. After a moment, the words on the page seemed to come to life, transferring from the page to the golden sheet. Some time later, the golden sheet finally separated from the page and lay quietly in the void, seemingly waiting for Ye Feng to pick it up. The page was now completely blank. Ye Feng extended his soul power, and the golden sheet instantly merged into his soul. He quickly checked and found that although it appeared to be one sheet, it actually consisted of twelve pages. When he flipped through them, he saw that they contained divine techniques related to lightning-based destruction. Ye Feng was overjoyed. “Golden foil… to replenish…” Wu Dian’s thoughts once again reached Ye Feng’s consciousness. Ye Feng immediately understood that Wu Dian needed the golden foil to create his own divine techniques, and he spared no effort to feed it to him. In less than a hundred years, Ye Feng had already mastered four pages of those techniques. By now, he could fully unleash the power of the lightning-based destruction techniques at 200%. He slowly flipped to the fifth page, knowing that after mastering it, his attacks would reach 500% of their potential. Ye Feng continued to feed it every three days, and Wu Dian began working on a second set of divine techniques. … By this time, the outside world was in an uproar because of Ye Feng. Not long after Ye Feng entered the Absolute Martial Ark, the body of the young girl who had received him that day was found in an alley, in a horrific state—completely stripped, her face severely scarred, with hardly any intact flesh. There were hundreds of wounds on her body, and it was clear she had suffered repeated abuses before death. Although it was difficult to find any information about Ye Feng, it wasn’t hard to locate the waitress who had served him that day, which led to her unjust suffering. Under such torture, it was likely she had already revealed all of Ye Feng’s secrets.

A man with a completely red complexion sat atop a throne, his face showing displeasure as he glanced down at the crowd below. It was Asura. “You are nothing but a bunch of failures! That woman has already confessed everything under my torture, even providing a description of that guy named Ye Feng. Yet you still can’t find him!”
The man threw a crystal into the air, and a projection of Ye Feng’s appearance instantly appeared in the void, his physique and features identical to Ye Feng’s.
“My lord, after causing a ruckus outside the city, that man disappeared without a trace. Truly, no one knows where he went. Perhaps he left Longquan City long ago. If he didn’t take the official roads, it will be difficult to track him down,” explained a lion-headed man.
“I don’t need your explanations! I want to see that man!” Asura glared fiercely at the lion-headed man. “My palace’s spiritual treasure was originally the best of its kind in the entire galaxy. Now, that man has sold a spiritual treasure with greater defensive capabilities than mine, making my treasure second-best. I will make sure he pays for this. Get out and keep searching!”
Meanwhile, it wasn’t just Asura searching for Ye Feng; there were two other human factions as well.
“Find Ye Feng and bring him back alive. Isn’t my task clear enough? What have you all been doing these days?” A young man sat on a golden throne, staring coldly down at the crowd.
“Where is the person I want? What are you all doing? So many days have passed, and not a single useful piece of information?” A middle-aged man in green robes stood with his hands behind his back, exuding an aura of authority without raising his voice.
Ye Feng and his group had no idea what was happening outside and continued to train frantically…