I Can Accumulate Proficiency, Starting from Alchemy

Chapter 930: Chapter 391: First Slay Half-immortal, Southern Border Evil God_3

However, Han Yi found that the speed of refining Heavenly Demon Halberd fragments was excessively slow; the divine consciousness that permeated into the javelin fragments was almost devoured by ninety-nine percent, leaving only an insignificant thread perceivable.

But as the duration of nurturing perception grew longer, his control over the fragments also grew stronger, a strength for which he could not yet see the limit…

Years flowed by like water, gone in the blink of an eye.

Another fifteen years passed, making it the sixty-fifth year since Han Yi fell from the Immortal Realm into the Purple Cold World, and the twenty-fifth year since he reached the Yu Heng World.

Heavenly Bird Mountain.

A young man was sitting cross-legged in a quiet room; in front of him, a silver-white metallic shard hovered motionlessly in mid-air, the young man’s eyes closed as his divine consciousness remained intertwined around the shard.

At a certain moment, the young man suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze turned to the Southern Border, sensing a strange aura from a great distance and the overwhelming resentment from a blood sacrifice, his face darkening slightly.

With a thought, the metallic shard before him disappeared instantly, only to reappear in less than the blink of an eye.

The silver-white metallic shard still shone as brightly as before, but Han Yi knew that, in the split second that had passed, a Southern Border Evil God had died under this Heavenly Demon Halberd fragment.

“Fast, far too fast.”

“Using Extreme Realm Sword Control Skill to wield the Heavenly Demon Halberd fragment, it only takes a flicker to travel to and from the Southern Border.”

“This speed is nearly the same as when I use Sword Controlling Immortal Skill with the Green Reed Sword; if I were to use Sword Controlling Immortal Skill to command the Heavenly Demon Halberd fragment, then its speed would absolutely be on a different level.”

“In other words, I am now stronger than I was twenty-eight years ago in the Heavenly Demon Tao Realm.”

“However, these Heavenly Demon Halberd fragments can still be enhanced further; I can feel that I haven’t even unlocked one ten-thousandth of this Tao Artifact fragment’s potential.”

Han Yi prepared to continue his seclusion and cultivation, intending to elevate the potency of this Heavenly Demon Halberd fragment to its utmost limit.

But just in the next instant, he abruptly stood up and looked southward.

“Hmm?”

“An aura from the Immortal Realm?”

Han Yi’s eyes trembled violently, and with a wave of his hand, he collected the Returning Ruins Sword Array and soared into the sky; for the first time in twenty-five years, he left Heavenly Bird Mountain.

In less than the time it took to burn an incense stick, he had already stepped into the Southern Border.

At this moment, the Southern Border was in utter chaos.

Today was an auspicious day for the Witch Clan of the Southern Border to worship their Ancestral Witch. Since the Immortals had left the realm sixty-five years ago, the major clans disappeared along with them, and the number of sects dwindled. High realm cultivators became scarce, one in ten surviving. The Witch Clan of the Southern Border united over these sixty-five years, plotting to summon the Ancestral Witch, to leverage its might to leave the Southern Border, to sweep across the world, and to transform this world into the domain of the Witch Clan.

But a mere incense stick’s time ago, when they had sacrificed a million mortals and offered countless Spiritual Items, a Witch God, identical to one described in ancient records, began to awaken from beneath the earth.

In the core region of the Southern Border, mountain ranges crumbled, presenting a scene akin to the end of the world. However, the leading Witch Priests of the Witch Clan were overjoyed.

But in the next moment, the Witch God, who had woken up and stood from beneath the ground, and before it could even roar towards the heavens, had its head cleanly severed and it rolled to the ground as if it had been sliced off. Its rolling head crushed dozens of Witch Cultivators, and vile black blood gushed forth, emitting a strange aura.

This scene horrified the many Witch Cultivators present.

But before they could react further, the heart of the Southern Border trembled faintly, as if one or more Ancestral Witches were about to awaken beneath the ground but lacked the power to do so.

Suddenly, one Witch Priest shuddered, his face twitching wildly, and he screamed in frenzy.

“Continue the blood sacrifice, hurry, bring all the mortals over, continue the blood sacrifice!”

“The Ancestral Witch is enraged, only by continuing the blood sacrifices can we summon a more powerful Ancestral Witch to take over this world.”

However.

In response to his cry was a mysterious attack, just like with the previous Ancestral Witch, his head shot into the sky while his blood rained down, and his body plummeted to the forest below. But a strange scene unfolded; the forest below, as if it had come to life, eagerly devoured his flesh and blood, revealing a desperate craving.

This scene, including a dozen Witch Priests among them, sent shivers down the spines of the Witch Cultivators, yet it only took three breaths for another skeptical Witch Priest to shout out.

“What are you waiting for, gather the mortals, continue the blood sacrifice, blood sacrifice…”

But he fared worse than the previous Witch Priest; before he could finish his sentence, he was already severed and his blood spattered the sky.

After this, the other Witch Priests dared not make any further moves; they had usually been the ones spreading fear, but now it was their turn to be afraid.

However, the forest below them began to quiver more fiercely, even betraying a frenzied intent.

A bizarre tentacle suddenly reached up from below and pulled a Witch Cultivator down into the depths; the screams had just begun when they abruptly stopped.

This scene caused all the Witch Cultivators attending the blood sacrifice in the Southern Border to dare not linger any longer, fleeing madly outwards; they now understood that something had gone wrong with the sacrifice, and if they didn’t leave now, they would end up as offerings on the sacrificial altar themselves.

But at that moment, it was already too late for the Witch Cultivators to leave.

Countless tentacles erupted from beneath the forest, thrashing violently and ensnaring Witch Cultivators one by one, dragging them below as screams filled the air. The forest below turned a more terrifying shade of crimson.

Deep under the Southern Border, a horrifying Evil God opened its eyes.

Just at that moment.

A young man stepped into the Southern Border.