I Can Accumulate Proficiency, Starting from Alchemy-Chapter 925 - 390: A Hundred-Year Dilemma, Immortal Skill Sword Control_1

Chapter 925: Chapter 390: A Hundred-Year Dilemma, Immortal Skill Sword Control_1

The silver-white metal piece, looking very much like a shattered and elongated blade fragment, shimmered with a cold light.

Inside the palace, the lifeless Taoist must have been the one struck down by that blade light, his Divine Soul completely extinguished on the spot.

Combining what Taiyuan had just mentioned, and the hint of aura from the Heavenly Demon Halberd in this place, Han Yi speculated that the shattered blade piece might very well be a fragment of the so-called Heavenly Demon Halberd.

“Senior Taiyuan, is the trace of aura from the Heavenly Demon Halberd that you mentioned the metal fragment embedded in the Taoist’s head?” Han Yi asked inwardly.

This time, Taiyuan did not remain silent; instead, he replied slowly, with a tone tinged with indescribable emotion:

“Correct, it is a fragment of the Heavenly Demon Halberd, likely the tip of the halberd.”

“Even the Heavenly Demon Halberd is broken, it appears that the Old Heavenly Demon has truly fallen.”

Han Yi’s entire body shuddered. As he had guessed, the Old Heavenly Demon mentioned by Taiyuan must be the Heavenly Demon Dao Ancestor, and the Heavenly Demon Halberd was the Dao Ancestor’s Tao Artifact. An Immortal struck down by a fragment of a Tao Artifact was certainly no ordinary immortal.

The life-like Taoist before his eyes must have been a significant figure in the Ancient Times, possibly at the very least a Taiyi Immortal Monarch, or even a Daluo Immortal Venerate.

Such a being, even in death, could easily crush him with a mere trace of their remaining might.

He stepped back a few paces, to the door of the hall, ready to step over the threshold and leave, but Taiyuan’s voice echoed in his mind once more.

“Your Sword Control skill has reached the level of an Immortal Skill, and while I’m not sure how you achieved it, if you could obtain this halberd tip, and wield it like a sword, it could indeed become a trump card.”

“I’ve given you the opportunity; it’s up to you to seize it.”

The aged voice stopped there, fading into silence once again.

Yet, in Han Yi’s eyes, indecision shone clear. In just a moment, he decided to give it a try. As Taiyuan had said, this was a tremendous opportunity. After all, it was a fragment of a Tao Artifact, which was made of a special material. Truly obtaining it would become an ace up his sleeve.

Once Han Yi’s thoughts stirred and a plan formed, he exited the hall. He then took out a Fifth-stage Talisman. This Spiritual Talisman, named the Qianyuan Shocking God Talisman, was obtained when he cut down several Spirit Transformation cultivators at the Taiqiu Immortal Lake.

Mana infused into the Talisman, turning the Talisman ethereal as it shot forward, causing a startling noise in the Void and striking the Taoist in the palace.

To Han Yi’s surprise,

it was but an instant, and the Taoist seemed to vanish from existence, turning into nothingness, not even leaving behind powder.

Clang!

The shattered metal piece fell down, making a crisp metallic clinking sound.

Is it really that simple?

Han Yi raised his eyebrows, somewhat incredulous, watching as the corpse of a Taoist, who had likely been a Taiyi Immortal Monarch or even a Daluo Immortal Venerate, simply vanished before his eyes.

But little did he know,

The Taoist before him, if he had perished through other means, the merest hint of residual power exuding from his death could have obliterated Han Yi, body and soul. Yet, this Taoist had died under a fragment of the Heavenly Demon Halberd, his Physical Body and Divine Soul having turned to nothingness beneath it, leaving behind only a single remaining thought.

Indeed, the vivid Taoist that Han Yi had witnessed was in reality just the last thought, maintaining an image over a hundred thousand years.

Forget a Fifth-stage Talisman; even a Third-stage or Second-stage Talisman could dispel the image formed from the thought if external forces intervened.

Han Yi made a slight motion and walked forward. As his thoughts stirred, the ash-gray light around his body intensified once again, but even upon reaching the metal fragment, there were no further anomalies.

Only then could he fully see the true appearance of this metal piece.

Based on its outward shape, it closely resembled a broken spear tip. What Han Yi had seen before must have been the broken surface of the tip, with the top part likely having been embedded in the Taoist’s skull.

The spear tip was entirely silver-white, radiating a cold light, yet it held not the slightest aura of an Immortal Artifact, and even lacked the aura of a Spiritual Treasure. At first glance, it looked like a broken, ordinary, mundane, silver-colored spear tip.

But Han Yi knew that this seemingly common broken spear tip was the fragment of the Heavenly Demon Halberd, as mentioned by Taiyuan.

He didn’t rashly explore it with his Divine Consciousness, for, after all, it was a Tao Artifact, and even as a fragment, if it erupted, it wouldn’t be something he could withstand. Even the Four Origins Tao Skills would absolutely fail to block it.

He knelt down, a layer of divine fire covering his hand, and picked up the fragment.

Hmm?

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After holding it, a wave of surprise washed over Han Yi.

Light.

It was too light.

If he wasn’t actually holding it in his hand, he would feel like there was nothing there at all.

Suddenly thinking of something, Han Yi dispelled the divine fire and tried to sense it with his Physical Body, but he still could not feel any weight, and even the sense of touch seemed to be absent. It was truly strange.

Han Yi investigated further, but again found nothing. Eventually, he swept over it with his Divine Consciousness and discovered he could sense it, finally relaxing. If he couldn’t even perceive this thing, how could he possibly control it?

However, the moment his Divine Consciousness entered the fragment, it vanished without any feedback. But he could feel a faint connection between himself and the fragment.

He tried to flood it with more Divine Consciousness, and within just three breaths, under his mental control, the fragment began to float.

“This looks promising,” Han Yi thought with elation. “I just wonder how powerful it is?”

But refining this fragment would take time; it wasn’t something that could be done instantaneously. Han Yi first put it away.

Then, he left the palace anew, darting toward the place where he had sensed Pang Cheng.