I Can Accumulate Proficiency, Starting from Alchemy-Chapter 601 - 283: Soul Hall Xia Quan, Heavenly Pillar Si Xuan_2

Chapter 601: Chapter 283: Soul Hall Xia Quan, Heavenly Pillar Si Xuan_2

The young man was a Soul Seed of the Earth Evil Palace, one of the thirteen divisions of the Soul Hall, named Xia Quan.

When Han Yi directed a calm gaze at him, Xia Quan seemed to notice and turned around to look back. His deep eyes, like an ancient abyss, possessed an endless, eerie power. If he were an ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator, he would have been controlled by this man at a glance. However, Han Yi’s Divine Soul was so formidable that it far surpassed that of a Golden Core, so he had nothing to fear.

However.

Under everyone’s gaze, he naturally wouldn’t act rashly. Jin Ling Fang was the registration spot for the Supreme Order tournament, and he didn’t know how many True Monarchs of the Daqin Righteous Government and perhaps even Spirit Transformation experts were here. If he were to make a move, he would be the first to be punished.

Han Yi was not a fool.

Moreover, seeing Xia Quan with his three Soul Slaves, he must be here to participate in the contest as well. In the contest, there would be an opportunity to kill Feng Wusheng.

His thoughts flashed and moved as fast as his sight. Han Yi continued to move forward.

On the other side.

Xia Quan of the Soul Hall was currently strolling through Jin Ling Fang with his three cultivators. Suddenly, he paused as though he had sensed something and scanned a certain spot on his side. His eyes met with another pair, and in an instant, they moved apart, each deep like an abyss and calm like water, respectively.

“What’s wrong, Soul Master?” asked one of the Soul Slaves behind Xia Quan.

Xia Quan half-closed his eyes and said, “I encountered a cultivator with considerable strength. This contest is bound to be interesting.”

“Moreover, that cultivator seemed to recognize me.”

A flash of murderous intent shone in Feng Wusheng’s eyes behind Xia Quan. “Could it be a true inheritor from the Sect of Natural Luck? Soul Master, do we need to make the first move and eliminate him?”

Xia Quan shook his head and continued to walk forward. “It’s not necessary. If his luck isn’t bad, we’ll meet in the contest. Perhaps, he might even become my Soul Slave.”

The four continued walking towards their destination, which was Jin Ling Tower.

On the other side, after Han Yi had registered, he had rented a temporary Cave Mansion in the Immortal Workshop of Jin Ling Fang. Beneath this Cave Mansion was a Fifth-stage Spiritual Vein that could supply Spirit Energy even to Nascent Soul Cultivators. However, the corresponding rent was exceptionally high.

Once again setting up the Nine Heavens Thunder Spirit Formation within the Cave Mansion, Han Yi continued his cultivation.

The Immortal Path was vast, and cultivation was endless.

However, this time, his injuries were fully healed. With the contest looming, he dedicated all his time to cultivating the Sword Control Skill. This core fighting skill was a priority among all his skills. Given the limited time before the contest, Han Yi naturally focused on one thing with the hope of a breakthrough.

However.

A month later.

Inside his Cave Mansion, Han Yi opened his eyes, a trace of disappointment flitting across them.

It was too difficult. In a month, he had barely made a bit of progress, only reaching 90/100. It was still too soon for a breakthrough.

And today was the day the contest began. There was no extra time for him to continue cultivating in seclusion.

But Han Yi was not discouraged. He took a deep breath, stood up, and while he had not broken through in Sword Control, his current cultivation base gave him a great chance to seize the Supreme Order.

He had reached the Golden Core Peak, and his progress was near perfect. The Ancient God Visualization Method allowed him to kill an ordinary Golden Core Peak with just his physical strength. His Five Soul Skills, even if they were compared to Xia Quan from the Earth Evil Palace of Soul Hall that he had met that day, were absolutely superior.

His physical body, Divine Soul, Sword Skill, body techniques, and defenses had all reached the extreme of the Golden Core Peak.

He had no trouble killing an Early-stage Nascent Soul.

Even if he encountered a Mid-stage Nascent Soul, Han Yi was confident. If he couldn’t fight, he could escape.

With such an array, he had no fear of outnumbering opponents. He could force a breakthrough with brute force.

However.

This time, his opponents were all top Golden Core Peak cultivators in all of Daqin and even the entire Yu Heng World, including the Immortal Country and many Holy Lands. Among them, there were quite a few Half-step Nascent Souls, and there were also heaven-defying Golden Cores, like himself, who could kill Nascent Souls unexpectedly.

Han Yi could not be careless.

Next, instead of continuing his cultivation, he prepared to adjust his mindset to face the contest.

However.

The next day, a golden light shone through his body. Han Yi’s heart trembled, and he took out the Supreme Jade that he carried with him.

This jade plaque, modeled after the Two Realms Jade, was currently emitting a faint golden light. This light, akin to breathing, contracted and expanded, appearing extraordinarily spiritual, somewhat similar to the initial Two Realms Jade.

Quickly retrieving the Nine Heavens Thunder Spirit Formation and taking out the Green Reed Sword and Evil Suppression Sword, Han Yi readied himself.

Three breaths later.

The Supreme Jade in his hand shone brightly with golden light, instantly turning the entire Cave Mansion into a golden ocean. The golden light trembled, then quickly contracted, disappearing. Along with the disappearance of the golden light, Han Yi, who was originally in the Cave Mansion, also vanished.

Golden light spilled out, flooding his vision, and in the blink of an eye, it disappeared. Han Yi found that he was no longer in the Cave Mansion, but had arrived in an unfamiliar place.

He was now in a very ancient primitive forest.

The breeze carried the damp scent of soil.

Insects chirped, birds sung, and traces of wildlife were left behind.

Just as Han Yi was about to fly up and explore the forest’s range, the Supreme Jade in his hand, which had just stopped shining, jumped up lightly. It brushed across his vision, and then spread out on both sides, transforming into an illusive array of light.

Reflected in the illusive array was a grand palace. Inside the palace were few people, only an emperor in a black robe sitting high on the imperial seat, and about a dozen cultivators standing on either side beneath the palace.