I Can Accumulate Proficiency, Starting from Alchemy-Chapter 940 - 395: Eternal Life Immortal World, Truth Wizard_1

Chapter 940 -395: Eternal Life Immortal World, Truth Wizard_1

Han Yi was crossing the barrier of the Spirit Realm by himself for the first time, perhaps because the Immortal Spirit Realm had become ownerless, the obstruction of the Immortal Spirit Qi was not strong.

The dim Spirit Light flickered around him, and he found himself inside the Spirit Realm, in front of him, nine fellow Spirit Transformation Practitioners stood in the void, their faces uncontrollably excited.

Although Han Yi was slightly excited, his experiences over the years had made him quickly observe everything around him as soon as he felt the excitement.

It could be said that among the ten Spirit Transformation Practitioners who had entered this place, although he was the youngest, only a little over two hundred years old, when it came to encountering dangers during his cultivation career, the others could hardly match even half of his encounters.

At this moment, everyone was in a forest, surrounded by a deathly silence, as if even the slightest breeze had disappeared, and this was the first feeling the Immortal Spirit Realm had given Han Yi.

However, in such a silent environment, a jump in Han Yi’s heart suggested something was amiss, though he couldn’t quite put his finger on it; the feeling of unease was feedback from his rich experiences upon arriving at a strange space, and he trusted this intuition.

The forest stretched for several miles, at its end, there were indistinct peaks, and about ten miles away, in the heart of the mountains, stood an Immortal Peak soaring into the clouds.

However, the mountains and the Immortal Peak were enveloped in a layer of dull fog. Upon first arriving, both Han Yi and his fellow Spirit Transformation Practitioners, out of caution, did not dare to casually extend their Divine Consciousness to explore.

A middle-aged Spirit Transformation Practitioner took out a scroll and gently shook it, the scroll unrolled slowly in mid-air, then thousands of bean-sized white beads scattered from the scroll, flying towards the front at varying speeds, but all disappeared shortly after moving several meters away from the cultivator.

Next, the middle-aged cultivator closed his eyes as if sensing something; after ten breaths’ time, the scattered white beads reappeared a few meters away, returning to the scroll, but their number was somewhat reduced.

The middle-aged cultivator opened his eyes, first put away the scroll, and then nodded to the others.

“I have surveyed this part of the Immortal Spirit Realm with the Thousand-Realm Spirit Beads and have a basic understanding of this place,” he said.

“The realm is roughly twenty miles across, and the surroundings are all forests, just like where we are, with no sign of life’s anomaly.”

“The core of the realm is there.”

The middle-aged cultivator pointed toward the core area of the mountains and the Immortal Peak, his expression becoming solemn, and then he continued:

“There lies the only peculiarity of this Immortal Spirit Realm.”

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“Once my Thousand-Realm Spirit Beads enter the dull fog, they lose contact.”

“Moreover, from the feedback provided by the Spirit Beads before contact was lost, that fog is quite strange, actually absorbing the spirit energy from the beads.”

“We must be more cautious when we enter.”

Han Yi watched the operation of the middle-aged cultivator without feeling much surprise. This Spiritual Treasure, known as the Thousand-Realm Scroll, was a type of exploratory Spiritual Treasure. The invisible Thousand-Realm Spirit Beads scattered in all directions from the scroll acted like extra eyes for the cultivators, capable of inspecting the area around them.

Using this Spiritual Treasure for exploration was similar to probing with Divine Consciousness; however, the latter could easily trigger backlash. In such an Immortal Spirit Realm, the cultivators did not dare expand their Divine Consciousness carelessly, worried about unexpectedly triggering a prohibition. In contrast, using the Thousand-Realm Scroll for exploration, even if it provoked any prohibitive forces, would only result in the destruction of the Thousand-Realm Spirit Beads, unable to be traced back to the cultivator using the treasure, which was considered safe.

Zhu Sui nodded and said to the cultivators, “Let’s go and investigate up close first.”

In no time at all, the group had covered several miles and stood before the dull fog. Now closer, they could see more clearly that the layer of fog was not very thick, just about ten meters deep, but beyond that ten meters, the scene inside the fog appeared illusory and blurred, not seeming to be a real environment.

Similarly motionless were the mountains; however, they contained many palatial buildings. Both inside and outside the buildings, everything was deathly still, the spirit plants withered, and the central Immortal Peak was the same. At the peak, one could vaguely see a majestic Immortal Palace, but still, there was no sign of life.

This situation made the anomaly all the more apparent, and everyone’s expressions turned grave.

Generally speaking, when an Immortal fell, the Immortal Spirit Realm would only break away and shed; any beings within the Immortal Spirit Realm, unless bound to an Immortal Soul, would not die.

A young man who looked roughly the same age as Han Yi, but whose voice was slightly hoarse, said, “I’ll go.”

Then, with a flip of his hand, he took out a black bottle, pulled the cork, and released three deep purple insects.

“These are Purple-Li Demon Insects; though they’re only half the size of a palm, they naturally possess protective Spirit Light, which makes their defense incredibly strong. Even superior Spiritual Treasures hitting them can only knock them down, unable to kill them instantly,” said the young man with the hoarse voice and gestured, uttering a low command, “Go.”

The three palm-sized demon insects flashed lightly and reached the edge of the dull fog, diving in.

As if struck by some bizarre attack, a faint purple Light erupted from the bodies of the insects, protecting them, while the dull fog, like sharks sensing blood, began to surge and gather towards the insects. The purple light trembled slightly and visibly dimmed, but the insects moved swiftly, crossing through the ten-meter-thick dull fog before the protective purple light faded. The fog that had been rolling in toward them, as if suddenly losing its target, dispersed back to its disordered state.