I Can Accumulate Proficiency, Starting from Alchemy-Chapter 609 - 285: Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches, Soul Slave Space_4
Chapter 609: Chapter 285: Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches, Soul Slave Space_4 freewebnσvel.cøm
Han Yi could see clearly that Xia Quan’s finger pointing in midair was a Soul Skill. Although the Soul Skill was unclear, Han Yi had his own methods to crack it.
The Soul Cutting Secret Skill was the nemesis of the Divine Soul.
Thousands of souls in the world can be cut, and this is Soul Cutting.
Although Soul Skill is a technique, it also belongs to the category of souls.
The Soul-Slaying Sword Light swept past, and the Spirit Light burst out by Xia Quan instantly dissipated.
Thousands of meters away.
“Soul-Slaying Soul Skill?”
Xia Quan exclaimed, his eyes widening dramatically as black light emerged and filled his eyes, allowing him, through mysterious pupil techniques, to see the Soul Tower that sat in the Sea of Consciousness Space of Han Yi.
“Ninefold Soul Tower?”
“The supreme inheritance of the Heavenly Palace.”
“Are you the Heavenly Palace’s Soul Seed?”
“No, the Heavenly Palace’s Soul Seed has historically only had one person, and it is rumored that they would never appear in front of an Earthly Evil Soul Seed before reaching the Ninefold perfection. It is absolutely impossible for it to be you.”
“So, there is only one possibility, you are the Heavenly Palace’s Soul Seed that has not entered the Soul Hall, and has not yet been marked?”
“Haha, heaven helps me, heaven helps me.”
“I can’t believe I encountered the Heavenly Palace’s Soul Seed. Destiny is with me.”
“By combining Heavenly and Earthly Evil, integrating the Ninefold Soul Tower and the Nine Destruction Soul Bell, wouldn’t the position of the Lord of the Soul Hall be mine?”
Xia Quan’s voice was quite loud, so everyone present heard these words.
Zhuo Yangxi, who was on the verge of breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage, was no exception. His face changed dramatically, and as the young master of one of the Nine Mansions of Daqin, Yanyu Mansion, he naturally knew what it meant for a Soul Seed to practice the nine supreme inheritances without joining the Soul Hall.
The mention of ‘Heavenly’ and ‘Earthly Evil’, Ninefold Soul Tower, and Nine Destruction Soul Bell in Xia Quan’s mouth also reminded Zhuo Yangxi of a rumor about the Soul Hall he read in a secret book in the mansion.
That rumor involved the secret of the hall master of the Soul Hall.
Upon thinking of this, Zhuo Yangxi had already started controlling the nine golden daggers, launching a furious attack on the three Soul Slaves surrounding him.
Xia Quan only had a thought, and the three Soul Slaves he controlled became even more fierce and fearless in death, closing in, and even starting to burn their divine souls with secret techniques, initiating suicidal attacks.
All of this was to prevent Zhuo Yangxi from interfering with his following actions.
Because what would follow was the greatest opportunity of his life, an opportunity that even the Supreme Order could not compare to one ten-thousandth of.
Xia Quan’s face changed from ecstasy to solemnity as he gestured with both hands, and a mysterious wave emanated from him as the core, spreading outwards.
This wave swept over Zhuo Yangxi and the three Soul Slaves without any abnormalities, but when it swept over Han Yi, his whole body trembled, and his body seemed to lose its soul. Under inertia, he flew forward a certain distance and then fell downward.
At the same time, Xia Quan on the other side was also in a similar state. Although the burning gaze in his eyes remained, the divine light had disappeared, and his body also seemed to be soulless, falling downward.
Just in the previous instant.
Han Yi only felt a wave sweeping over him, and then his consciousness sank and his divine soul uncontrollably left the Sea of Consciousness, instantly appearing in a mysterious space.
In front of him, a hundred meters away, Xia Quan appeared at the same time. However, Han Yi noticed that the opponent also did not appear in the flesh but as a Divine Soul.
“Is this Xia Quan’s Sea of Consciousness?” Han Yi’s face was solemn, but he immediately overturned this guess because the surrounding space was pure white, definitely not a Sea of Consciousness.
“This is my Soul Slave Space.”
“Don’t worry, your body will not be damaged. One incense stick worth of time in the Soul Slave Space corresponds to only a single moment in the outside world.”
“After I brand every inch of your divine soul with my Slave Mark, you will become my Soul Slave. This won’t take too much time. Afterward, your body will, at most, fall a few tens of meters and will not be damaged in the slightest.”
A hundred meters away, the look in Xia Quan’s eyes was still filled with surprise and joy. Looking at the vigilant Han Yi, he didn’t even take the initiative to attack but explained instead.
“Soul Slave Space?” Han Yi’s brows furrowed deeply.
