flstandardbreds Chapter 883 All Spirits Return to the Origin (1)
Chapter 883 All Spirits Return to the Origin (1)
Chapter 883 All Spirits Return to the Origin (XI)
Rumble...
Accompanied by continuous murmurs, the enormous tree grew larger and larger, stretching across the sky and reaching down to the Yellow Springs, boundless and far beyond Wang Xuanling's comprehension and imagination.
Compared to this, the spiritual power he cultivated for decades is not even worth a single leaf on a tree.
"Mother of all... all spirits... all spirits..."
Wang Xuanling's eyes were vacant, drool dripped from her mouth, and she mechanically repeated the same actions in a daze, her body slowly convulsing.
Bang! ! !
Like a dam accumulating too much river water, the surging pressure grew stronger and stronger until it could no longer be sustained. His will shattered into pieces, his head exploded instantly, and his entire body's flesh and blood also burst apart, falling into pieces.
Snap...
A blood-stained whisk fell to the ground with a soft thud.
Those who remained where they were at that moment.
There was only one large, lush tree.
The countless pieces of flesh and blood flying through the air did not splatter everywhere, but were reassembled under the pull of an inexplicable force.
If you look closely, you can see that a man's face is faintly formed on the bark of the tree.
Those familiar with Wang Xuanling will notice that this face bears a striking resemblance to Wang Xuanling.
Inside the main hall, the air suddenly trembled, and ripples appeared, as if searching for something.
“You have crossed the line…” A massive, heavy voice, like that of an old man who had just awakened, seemed to have discovered something with his vast and boundless divine will, emitting rolling, invisible waves. “Conflicts between juniors are not something we beings should interfere with.”
"The premise is that it must not affect the survival of the Hundred Meridians." Another light and ethereal voice, carrying a strong vitality and clearly emanating from a woman's tone, retorted, "Even if it is the lower three levels, it is still one of the Hundred Meridians."
The old man fell silent.
A long time passed, long enough that the woman even thought he had left, before he slowly emitted an invisible ripple.
"...This is a one-time exception, and there will be no next time..."
"Hmph!" The woman snorted coldly, withdrew her divine sense, disappeared, and left.
"Sigh. Troublesome things... one after another..." The old man sighed and also looked away.
The main hall finally fell completely quiet.
The evening wind howled. The wind was very strong on the mountain at night.
It seeped in continuously through the cracks in the doors and windows, causing the leaves of the big trees to tremble and rustle.
One candle after another was blown out, and the entire hall fell into a deathly silence.
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Northern Lands - Moon Corner
Han Yi's vision blurred, and like a rainbow, a kaleidoscope of colors flashed before his eyes. After about ten breaths, a white light appeared before him, and everything gradually calmed down.
Han Yi came to his senses and realized that the world in front of him had changed.
look around.
In front of us is an area that resembles a dock.
The strait is U-shaped and recessed, with smooth and flat sea cliffs all around, faintly covered with a thin layer of white light, clearly formed by human intervention.
The pleasure boat was moored right there on this dock.
The biting wind, mixed with ice and snow, and the waves, laden with ice shards, crashed against the painted boat at our feet, splashing up large amounts of white foam.
Behind him was a constantly spinning white vortex, emanating the familiar aura of the Sanlingqu Canal he had just left.
There are more than a dozen strait wharves of this size, arranged in rows on both sides.
"Brother, your skills are impressive. No wonder you've gained so much from this trip!"
Before Han Yi could finish observing, he heard a voice of praise.
His gaze sharpened, and he looked seriously toward the source of the sound.
Above the dock, the open space is densely packed with white buildings of varying heights, occasionally interspersed with a few pale gold houses.
At the front of the open space stands a high platform.
The high platform was just level with the painted boat. At this moment, a man sat cross-legged on it. He was tall and slender, dressed in a snow-white robe, with a white jade belt around his waist and a jade crown on his head. He naturally exuded an air of nobility.
What is most striking are his eyes, which are completely white without any black parts.
"Li Ye of the Moon Wheel Clan." The man introduced himself briefly with a smile. "With your strength, you must be no nobody."
The group from the Myriad Beasts Sect, lying haphazardly on the ground on the pleasure boat, had fainted under the influence of the traction array and had not yet woken up. Clearly, Han Yi's identity had been misunderstood once again.
"All things are of one lineage..." Han Yi hesitated for a moment, then decided to reveal his real name, "Han Yi."
“The Wanxiang lineage…” Li Ye pondered for a moment, then smiled somewhat embarrassedly, “I’m sorry. I haven’t heard of your lineage before. But with someone like you supporting me, your lineage is sure to shine brightly in the future.”
Although he speaks quickly and directly, his sincere attitude and earnest tone actually make him more likable.
"You flatter me." Han Yi smiled, not minding at all. When Chun Rongrong was alive, the Wanxiang lineage was not even considered a top-ranked school of thought, let alone now.
It's already quite remarkable that they haven't been removed from the list of sects after being leaderless for so long.
"What are the next steps? Brother Li, could you please tell me?" Han Yi asked casually.
"That's all. Brother Han is free to leave, or take a short rest; it's up to you." Li Ye said gently, "Just don't linger too long, lest you have trouble explaining yourself."
"Don't we need to do a body search or something?" Han Yi was taken aback. "It seems that Brother Han... is here for the first time..." Li Ye laughed, but his next words were rather meaningful, "In our Northern Lands, we welcome powerful outsiders like Brother Han."
As for the so-called inspection... not all outsiders are qualified to receive the protection of the Mother of All Spirits and become a member of the Hundred Veins.
Han Yi's smile gradually cooled down.
He subconsciously touched his forehead.
The strange symbol on his forehead looks somewhat like the green swastika symbol.
It was glowing green, flickering slowly and continuously.
This mark left by Chun Rongrong.
After Han Yi used up his three life-saving attempts, he was unable to reproduce the result no matter how hard he tried.
Han Yi had initially thought that after using it three times and consuming all its energy, it would disappear. But now he saw...
It's not that they disappeared, but that they simply didn't find the right method.
"Pass on a message for me." Li Ye slowly stood up, waving the array flag in his hand.
The two array flags, one black and one white, emitted waves of energy as they were waved. Soon, the white vortex through which the pleasure boat passed began to shrink and slow down, eventually dissipating silently into the air.
"The favor I owed him..." Li Ye glanced at Li Feibai lying on the ground, "I have already repaid it."
Han Yi nodded slightly and agreed.
"Oh, right," Li Ye kindly reminded him before leaving, "there are some malicious spell fluctuations on you. Judging from your aura, it should be a curse-related spell."
If you have some spare money, you might as well go to the Nine Star Pavilion and buy one or two purification talismans... Perhaps... it might be possible to remove..." His figure faded away, like a bubble bursting, slowly disappearing in front of Han Yi.
Han Yi, who had been squinting, suddenly opened his eyes. Seeing such a movement technique, he seemed to have realized something.
"Is this some kind of sorcery...?"
The Hundred Veins of the Northern Lands primarily focus on strengthening the spirit and cultivating demonic power. When the divine soul develops to a certain stage, divine soul talents and divine will abilities will naturally emerge.
Differences in forging techniques and racial physiques lead to variations in the abilities developed, varying in strength. Those with low development value and uncertain prospects must be discarded and replaced with stronger ones.
The replacement here requires Soul Weapon Fragments.
A single fragment of a Soul Weapon can change a person's talent.
One can only imagine how powerful a complete Soul Weapon, composed of hundreds or even thousands of fragments of the same origin, truly is.
Each complete Soul Weapon possesses its own core, unique innate ability.
This ability is the strongest aspect of a Soul Weapon; everything else is merely a derivative of its innate function.
When a soul weapon is combined with a divine soul, and empowered by demonic energy, the ability to utilize this power is called magic.
Magic power, spells.
So far.
The only suspected soul weapon ability that Han Yi had seen was the spirit boat beneath the old man who had broken through the void to rescue Lianxin.
The spirit boat was extremely fast, so fast that unless he used his ultimate Asura form to destroy everything, he simply couldn't catch up.
Just how strong is Han Yi's final form? At the very least, it must be at the level of a top-tier demon king.
As his ultimate form, a trump card, he wouldn't easily use it under normal circumstances. Furthermore, its somewhat inhuman appearance could easily frighten Zhong Han and his comrades, so he didn't bother chasing it at the time. However, the fact that Lian Xin and the other two could barely keep up with Han Yi's strongest form speaks volumes.
Now it seems that Li Ye's soul weapon demonic abilities are even more bizarre.
It would allow him to leave easily and silently.
There was no sign of anything.
Based on this performance alone, he is fully qualified to be the world's top assassin.
Han Yi stared at the spot where Li Ye had just been standing, his eyes narrowing slightly as if deep in thought.
"Night tour".
He muttered to himself.
"I can't see through it." The human-faced snake, which slowly materialized from the shadow space, shook its head.
Without Han Yi needing to elaborate, Ye You understood his meaning. "Compared to simple shadow travel, it's somewhat similar to spatial teleportation, but the resulting fluctuations are so small... it doesn't seem quite right. It might be teleportation using spatial rifts, but the spatial barriers in the human realm are incredibly strong..."
Ye You mumbled a bunch of terms that Han Yi couldn't understand, and he still couldn't figure out how the other party left.
"Can you do it?" Han Yi interrupted directly.
"I can't do it." Although this guy is a demon king, he's still an ignorant demon king.
Come to think of it, it's true. It was discovered and captured as soon as it arrived in the human world, and then sealed away for hundreds of years. Its power dissipated. If Han Yi hadn't intervened in time, it would have almost lost its demon soul. What kind of knowledge could it have?
"Useless!" Han Yi was speechless. This guy ate and drank his food every day, and even the demonic energy in his body was maintained and supplied by him, but in the end he couldn't help at all.
"..." Ye You didn't dare to argue or say anything more, so he could only shrink into a ball with a wronged look on his face and hide in the shadows, peeking out his two little eyes to observe secretly.
"Ok?"
Han Yi had just turned around when a look of surprise suddenly appeared on his face.
Images from the night tour flashed before my eyes.
Under the unique aura-sensing talent of the Night Demon Clan, the wisps of malicious fluctuations that had been wrapped around Han Yi suddenly surged, like a spring breeze, dispersing the clouds and fog, and disappearing into the air.