I Can Accumulate Proficiency, Starting from Alchemy

Just at this moment.

A flash of blood light caught his eye.

Blood light?

My knife?

No.

The moment this sense of wrongness surfaced from his heart, a deadly crisis descended like madness, occupying his Divine Soul and consciousness in an instant.

Squish.

The sound of a long sword piercing through the flesh suddenly rang out.

A blood sword shot out dozens of meters, slanting into the ground, with only half of the blade submerged. Bloodstains dripped along the edges of the sword.

On the battlefield, Mo Wen lowered his head to look at the hole in his chest, his pupils trembled violently, his face showing a touch of horror. As he raised his head, a streak of green-black light entered his eyes like the arrow of the death, attacking his face.

With his Spirit Sea destroyed, his body’s magical power was thrown into disarray in the moment of horror. Even the slightest movement seemed futile before the sword light.

Boom.

The Green Reed Sword pierced directly through his skull, causing his head to burst.

A blood shadow fell from the sky, landing in front of him, the same as the blood knife that collided with the Clear Spring Sword.

At the same time, Han Yi did not let down his guard but became even more vigilant. He retreated a hundred meters and gently beckoned, calling back both the blood sword that had pierced Mo Wen’s Spirit Sea and the Green Reed Sword that had pierced his skull in the end.

Whether it was the Demon Cultivator of the Stars Sea or Han Yi’s deep understanding of the Foundation Establishment stage, they both understood that when cultivation reached the Foundation Establishment stage, one would not necessarily die even if their Spirit Sea shattered, their head moved elsewhere, or their Sea of Consciousness was broken.

Because the Divine Soul still existed.

Like Mo Wen at this moment, his Divine Soul could still control the blood knife, exploding it directly on the spot. If done unexpectedly, the explosion of the blood knife could certainly achieve a mutual destruction effect.

It was this that Han Yi guarded against.

Sure enough.

A soul shadow appeared over the fallen body. It was a smaller version of Mo Wen, showing confusion in his Divine Soul’s eyes. Only when his Divine Soul trembled, as if sensing the coldness, did he truly wake up.

He glanced at his body lying beneath his feet, then at the retreating Han Yi. His understanding of the cause and consequence was clear.

Next.

Without any hesitation, his Divine Soul charged toward Han Yi, but Han Yi’s two swords struck out once again, passing through the soul shadow without effect.

“Your body will be mine.” Mo Wen sneered and dived into Han Yi’s Sea of Consciousness from his forehead.

In the Sea of Consciousness space.

Mo Wen’s sneering Divine Soul suddenly stopped laughing.

He looked at Han Yi’s Sea of Consciousness space, his soul feeling confused.

“What’s wrong? How can your Sea of Consciousness space be so vast?”

“Even a First-Class Immortal Foundation shouldn’t be this big.”

“Damn, I know, you must be the reincarnation of a True Monarch, who else could have such a vast Sea of Consciousness.”

“However, even if you are the reincarnation of a True Monarch, what’s the use of having a vast Sea of Consciousness? It’s just a bridal gown for me.”

Mo Wen’s Divine Soul laughed wildly. Then he rushed toward Han Yi, who was sitting in the Sea of Consciousness space.

For him, this was a death crisis but also a stroke of Immortal Affinity at the same time.

Such a vast Sea of Consciousness space belonged to the category of the late Foundation Establishment stage.

He had heard of one situation like this: when the Nascent Soul of a True Monarch reincarnated, once their Divine Soul advanced to the Foundation Establishment stage, they could dissolve the confusion in their womb, awaken their past life memories, and immediately expand their Sea of Consciousness to a size equivalent to the late stage of Foundation Establishment. With time, it could even be elevated to the level of the Golden Core stage.

However, in this situation, the strength of their Divine Soul would still correspond to their current realm, and this was his opportunity.

Mo Wen had never heard of a First-Class Immortal Foundation at the Divine Soul level. If he had known about it, he would have fled as far away as possible, not heading straight for the center of the Sea of Consciousness.

In the center of the Sea of Consciousness.

Han Yi’s Divine Soul stood up, and behind him, a long sword soared into the sky. This sword was not a magic weapon but a condensed form of his Divine Soul. Han Yi named it the Divine Soul Sword, or simply the Soul Sword.

The long, gray-white sword, similar to the color of chaos, pierced silently into Mo Wen’s oncoming Divine Soul.

“What is this thing?” Mo Wen shuddered and roared in horror.

Before he could react, the Soul Sword danced wildly, directly shattering his Divine Soul into pieces.

However, the Divine Soul was ultimately not the same as a flesh body. After being shattered into pieces, it still managed to reassemble. But this time, it was only half the size of the previous one, only reaching Han Yi’s waist height.

Mo Wen’s Divine Soul, horrified to the core, screamed and turned to flee.

However, the Sea of Consciousness space belonged to Han Yi. Where could his Divine Soul escape to?

Han Yi felt it was not fast enough, so he condensed another Soul Sword and rushed forward to kill Mo Wen frantically.

Next.

The third sword, the fourth sword… all the way to the ninth Soul Sword. Han Yi felt it was somewhat difficult to continue.

Under the slashes of nine Soul Swords, Mo Wen’s Divine Soul was on its last breath within just three moments. In the end, it could not even maintain a solid form.

“Senior, please… spare me, I’m willing to… swear an immortal oath… follow you… forever.”

“Please… spare my life… let me go…”

“Please…”

In the end, Mo Wen’s Divine Soul completely transformed into a cluster of soul fragments, floating within the Sea of Consciousness space, no longer trying to reassemble.

Nine Soul Swords were stuck in front of the Divine Soul.

The battle of the Divine Souls only lasted for a short moment.

In the outside world, as Mo Wen’s Divine Soul rushed toward Han Yi, his figure stiffened.

Gu Yu, who had retreated more than thirty meters away, had already awakened from his shock, and without thinking, he was about to rush forward and kill Han Yi..