I Can Accumulate Proficiency, Starting from Alchemy

Chapter 2195: Chapter 979: A New Journey (Part 4)

He saw Nangong Xian inherit the position of Nangong Clan Leader, already becoming Godly Venerable.

He saw that in the Great Wilderness Dao Palace, Age Candle was already a High-level Venerable Sage, becoming the new Palace Master of the Great Wilderness Dao Palace.

He saw Qin Yi walking amidst chaos, always practicing his sword.

He saw Dongfang Bu’er become the emperor of the Evil Clan, establishing a new force, the Chaos Demon Hall in the Fuheng Taoist Area.

He saw Houtu Taoist Ancestor become Heavenly Sovereign and rebuild the Daluo Dao Palace.

He moved his gaze and saw on the vast continent, the Saint Master, the Master, and the Eternal.

He saw many mysteries that he once could not unravel.

He saw the Fuheng Realm Venerate sealed on Great Source Mountain, and the Heavenly Destiny Realm Venerate suppressed in the Eternal Silence Mixed Cave.

He saw the body of Taichu Qinglian, a mysterious master with countless avatars, and the Tao Spirit was once a place for her avatar to experience trials. Beside her, the Taichu Clan Leader, who mysteriously disappeared, had long ascended to eternity.

He saw

...

Within his gaze, the entire No Origin Space no longer held any secrets; however, he did not casually interfere.

He saw many many figures, these figures being his path of arrival, the meaning of his existence.

He looked at the mysterious pillar in front of him.

The runes on the mysterious pillar were sparse, yet with his current Realm, he still could not see through the true appearance of this mysterious pillar.

"The first Palace Master of Tianhe Palace, what an unfathomable Realm, the Tianhe Mystic Soldiers he crafted, all contained Cultivation Techniques within."

"This must be the legacy and selection of successors."

"Tianhe Xuanjian, Tianhe Xuan Tower, Tianhe Xuan Ding, if you gather this set of Tianhe Mystic Soldiers, what events might transpire, could it be another Rotating Silence Treasure?"

"Truly... makes one quite expectant."

Han Yi held the Heavenly River Mystic Pillar, able to sense the intricate changes of the Five Elements Map.

He slowly closed his eyes, embarking on a path of full devotion to cultivation.

In his lifetime, cultivation has always been the main theme, and he returned to his most adept area.

Time passed.

After thirty Chaos Eras, as the destructive forces surrounding them grew increasingly fierce, the Sourceless Continent changed from one layer, becoming two layers stacked.

And with the passage of time, Sourceless Continent turned into three layers, four layers...

And the once independent Chaos Realm also had to be split by the mighty forces, merged into the Sourceless Continent, even the Tao Spirit as well.

In the end, only the Tianhe Chaos Realm remained suspended beneath Han Yi’s feet.

And with a single thought, Han Yi moved all cultivators of the Tianhe Chaos Realm to the Sourceless Continent and then merged the Chaos Realm into his body.

Tianhe Chaos Realm was his Fusion Realm, spirit, body, soul, intent, created by them. In reality, this was his true body, thus when he withdrew the Tianhe Chaos Realm into his body, it truly achieved the state of unity.

In reality, the tremendous change of the Sourceless Continent and many Chaos Realms had little detectable impact on ordinary cultivators.

Cultivators below the Heavenly Reverence Level had not even heard of the Lost Tribulation or Destruction Tribulation.

Only the Eternal, Masters, and even Saint Masters felt apprehension, periodically looking to the figure meditating at the highest point of No Origin, hoping that figure could hold on.

During the long passage of time, some ascended to eternity, some were sealed, some were slain, some continued reincarnating.

Newly born cultivators had long called the Sourceless Continent the Nine Layers Origin Realm.

Two hundred and fifty Chaos Eras, that is, two hundred fifty million years later.

Nine Layers Origin Realm, the third layer, some remote region.

A youth carrying a sword sprinting wildly through the mountains and forests, behind him, shadows pursued swiftly in chase.

The youth drew his sword, deflecting an arrow shooting towards him and broke the following Wind Blade Technique, using the recoil to leap some distance, continuing his escape deeper into the forests.

But at that moment.

"Hmph, ruined my Little Spirit Mountain’s good acts, you won’t escape." A voice laced with killing intent snorted coldly.

The next instant.

A figure abruptly appeared ten meters ahead of the youth.

Swoosh, swoosh sounds rose, one by one, figures arrived, surrounding the sword-wielding youth.

The youth’s face turned grim, but his gaze remained resolute, unafraid. Without any useless words, he shouted lightly and charged forward.

"Kill!!"

His body was like the spirit wind, the Sword Light moved gracefully; where light and shadow intertwined, the killing intent was deeply hidden.

A cultivator standing close by had no time to react; he just saw the Sword Light flash past in a daze. His vision flipped, seeing only a rigid, headless corpse.

The other cultivators were shocked, instinctively retreating a few steps for a moment.

The cultivator blocking Han Yi snorted coldly again and attacked suddenly. With just one strike, he broke the youth’s Spirit Sword, slapped him on the chest, sending the youth flying with a spurt of blood, crashing into a massive tree, branches swaying, dead leaves swirling.

The attacker didn’t pause, intertwining steps, crossing dozens of meters, about to strike the youth’s head with a palm, intending to kill the youth, who disrupted his plans, with a single blow.

"Die!!"

Just then.

An indescribable force enveloped the area, falling leaves paused mid-air, branches halted, like being pressed on a pause button.

The youth, blood at his lips, face ashen, yet eyes stayed firm, and a flash of understanding showed in his eyes.

He waved his hand, and the figure half a foot away shattered instantly, turning to ash, and the other immobilized pursuers likewise vanished into formlessness.

Then.

A mysterious Spirit Light ascended from the youth, soaring upward.