I Can Accumulate Proficiency, Starting from Alchemy

Chapter 882: Chapter 375: First Hearing about Ancient, Spatial Turbulence_3

Those who approached, to hear the Dao, began to tremble, prostrate on the ground. The innate beings who were rushing from all directions also stopped in their tracks, as a sign of reverence.

An ancient God, who was closest to this mysterious being but under the power field of this mountain, involuntarily shrank to a height of a hundred meters. With slightly fearful eyes, he lowered his head, speaking in a deep voice:

“Great master of the world, could it be that we have disturbed your meditation?”

The mysterious being shook its head slightly, and the surrounding disturbed spacetime, along with its calming mood, rapidly returned to normal.

Nevertheless.

It vaguely understood something in its heart.

…

Han Yi only felt a blur before his eyes, and he found himself back in the familiar hall. A bronze coin fell down, and he caught it smoothly. The light on the coin receded, but it was no longer rusty as before, but brand new.

“Ancient Illusory Realm?”

“But why can I remember it?”

Han Yi paused, then his mind began to churn.

He immersed himself in his inner space and saw at the periphery the ‘Taiyuan’ long knife suspended quietly, emanating no aura.

He wanted to immediately ask the gray long knife ‘Taiyuan’ about the Ancient Illusory Realm, but he refrained from doing so.

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“Forget it. Such a secret is far too abstract for me. Knowing more about it would not benefit me.”

Han Yi stopped his inquiry and backed away.

Taiyuan was silent, showing no abnormalities, as if the long knife did not know that it had also entered the Ancient Illusory Realm with Han Yi.

This extraordinary journey helped Han Yi complete his understanding of the origin of the Immortal World’s history.

Ancient Primordial World, Ancient Era, Ancient Demons, Ancient Gods, Ancient Immortals, Ancient Illusory Realm…

From the Ancient to the Far Ancient Times, and to the Ancient Immortal World, and finally, the Nine Great Immortal Realms, this should be the evolutionary history of this great world.

Inside the hall, Han Yi didn’t rashly probe into this new copper coin with his divine consciousness. Instead, he observed it and, upon learning that it was named ‘Wishful,’ he put it into the Qiankun Ring.

Speaking of which,

this ‘Wishful’ bronze coin and Four Origins Dao Guide were both acquired from the Immortal Castle Market. Having them together, he did not expect that this ‘Wishful’ bronze coin could take him to and from the Ancient Illusory Realm. It seemed to be a very special spiritual item.

However, he was unclear about why he could remember everything he had experienced in the Ancient Illusory Realm, so he simply did not guess wildly.

After calming his excited emotions for a moment, Han Yi was ready to continue his cultivation.

But half an hour later, he awoke abruptly as a dazzling golden light pierced through his body. This time, the golden light did not flicker.

Han Yi took out the Immortal Castle Token. The golden light persisted, it did not flicker, and there was no successive tolling of the Immortal Bell outside the hall. This meant that even if there was a task coming, it would not be an urgent one.

Nevertheless, in this particular period with the worsening conditions of the void, the risk levels of regular and combat missions had increased significantly, so his expression remained solemn.

Having packed his belongings, he quickly left the hall, soaring into the sky and flying toward the core area where the Moon Shadow Spirit Camp was temporarily stationed.

However, midway there, he abruptly stopped, looking sideways into the void, his face instantly drained of color.

“That’s not right, is that…”

“A Void Storm!”

In the void, there are also storms, which could either be born from the fluctuations of the void itself or be caused by the aura fluctuations of powerful beings in combat.

Consequently, storms in the void are ranked at different levels based on their strength. Normal storms could be so weak that even ordinary Spirit Transformation cultivators could cross them unscathed. Powerful storms could even tear Immortals apart.

At this moment.

The moment Han Yi turned to look, a terrifying Void Storm had already descended upon the Immortal Castle.

Ding!

The belated tolling of the Immortal Bell echoed, one toll quickly following the other.

Ding, Ding, Ding…

Countless spirit lights rose from the nodes of the Immortal Castle, transforming into a massive, thick Immortal Light.

Simultaneously.

The several Profound Immortals that were presiding over Immortal Castle Number 57, along with countless True Immortals who were stationed in this castle, all emerged above the castle.

But those Immortals, upon looking into the void, were filled with rage.

Behind the rolling Void Storm, three tiny figures were besieging a large-bodied Evil Immortal.

The Evil Immortal who was losing the battle was recognised by them as Lingxu Yaojun, one of the One Hundred and Eight Demon Monarchs of the Donghuang Evil Court.

Lingxu Yaojun was a different kind of gray wolf that had become a Dao. At this moment, in the void, he transformed into an immense dark gray wolf.

Those capable of besieging a Demon Monarch were naturally powerful beings from the Taiyi Golden Immortal Realm.

In other words, there were now four powerful beings from the Taiyi Golden Immortal Realm, propagating their terrifying Void Storm toward their Immortal Castle.

“Hold it!!!”

“Hold it for me!!!”

The master of the Number 57 Immortal Castle let out a roar, inspiring the core Immortal Artifact of the castle, activating the strongest defense state.

However.

It was of no use.

Upon contact, the Immortal Light flickered violently.

Behind the storm, a special ray of light fiercely fell, cutting off the head of the dark gray wolf. The remaining light slipped by, splitting the nearby Immortal Castle into two, and the storm rolled over it.

Boom!!

Destruction, death, struggle, despair, storm, turbulence, all swept over!

The records of the Daluo Immortal World indicated that in the 105896th year of the Eighth Origin Assembly, Lingxu Yaojun of the Donghuang Evil Court was slain in the Dongyu Void by the Three Wise Ancestors of the Great Black Heaven in the Wisdom Realm.

Hidden beneath this shocking news was an Immortal Castle numbered 57, which got embroiled in the battle. The castle was fragmented and shattered, seventy percent of the cultivators were swept away by the spatial turbulence, scattered into the void, their fate unknown.