I Can Accumulate Proficiency, Starting from Alchemy Chapter 764: 336: The Ultimate Truth? White Eyebrow Taoist

Chapter 764: Chapter 336: The Ultimate Truth? White Eyebrow Taoist

Han Yi was terrified.

Although he had heard about the World-Ending God Demon, he was not worried about it this ti. After all, his ti in this world was limited to only twenty years. Currently, in the Great Spirit Country, the only one at the Undying Realm peak was Wei Zheng, the master of the Spirit God Mansion. Based on Han Yi’s investigation, Wei Zheng was at least severely injured, if not already dead.

Building from destruction is sothing one would only encounter in novels and TV shows. In reality, without thorough preparation and excellent condition, it’s absurd to think of breaking through from the Undying Realm to the Primordial Realm.

But the aura that erged just now, although fleeting, had indeed far surpassed that of a Half-immortal.

Though Han Yi hadn’t observed any God Demons at the Undying Realm in this world, he had studied the Life and Death Realm God Demons several tis and was very familiar with their aura.

During his ti in the Daluo Immortal Realm, he encountered nurous Spirit Transformations, Half-immortals, and even t a few True Immortals. Naturally, he had a deep understanding of the strength of cultivators at these realms.

According to his comparison, the aura of the God Demon at the peak of the Life and Death Realm in this world was equivalent to the aura of a Spirit Transformation Peak Cultivator.

Combining this with the fact that the Great Spirit Country had dispatched two Undying Realm existences and a few Life and Death Realm existences twelve years ago to slay the aliens from outer space who, like him, had entered this world, it wasn’t difficult to infer that those the Great Spirit Country killed must be Half-immortals. Therefore, the aura of the Undying Realm should also be equivalent to that of a Half-immortal.

The burst of aura just now, despite its brevity, had surpassed that of the Peak Half-immortal, giving Han Yi the sa trembling sensation he felt when facing a True Immortal.

That’s why he was so confident that this was the eight realm of God Demon, the Primordial Realm.

No.

It wasn’t really the Primordial Realm.

Right now, soone was attempting to break through to the Primordial Realm.

However, this aura was unfamiliar and eerie.

The unfamiliarity was self-explanatory. Deep within the Spirit God Mansion, a Life and Death Realm God Demon had always been stationed. Han Yi had taken a few peeks from afar—the place was so dangerous that he dared not step into it. This sudden burst of aura felt unfamiliar to him.

The eeriness ca from the fleeting Primordial Realm aura just now, which was mixed with a strong and distinct aura of Ancient Demons.

Since transitioning to this world, Han Yi encountered various Demon Clans, including Heavenly Demons, low-rank Demon Clan in the Facing Reality Heavenly Realm, and Ancient Demon Clan from the Fragnted Immortal World’s Eternal Rest Immortal City, who had spied on the grand battlefield of the Immortal-Demon War with the help of the residual spirituality of the Demon Slaying Army’s Spirit Transformation cultivators.

The aura of these demons was different. The Heavenly Demon and Demon Clan’s aura seed thinner, while the aura of the Ancient Demon Clan observed in the Eternal Rest Immortal City was incredibly pure.

At this mont, the flashing aura of the Ancient Demon was many tis more substantial than the one Han Yi had observed in the Eternal Rest Immortal World, signifying a qualitative leap forward.

In the blink of an eye, a conjecture flickered into Han Yi’s mind.

God Demon, Ancient God, Ancient Demon, Primordial World-Ending…

Could it be that the God Demon who was attempting to break through to the Eighth Realm was transitioning from God to Demon, ready to unleash a world-ending catastrophe upon the world?

Odd, very odd.

Han Yi was rely speculating, without much proof to support his conjecture.

Furthermore,

The situation deep within the Spirit God Mansion was a bit unusual. Apart from the aura that bounced from the Undying Realm to the Primordial Realm then fell back, there was another aura.

This aura surged from the peak of the Life and Death Realm to the Undying Realm, only to fall back swiftly. In the end, it disappeared altogether.

Han Yi happened to know the owner of this aura—it was Ouyang Leng, the vice master of the Spirit God Mansion. Han Yi had scouted him from afar a few tis, so he wasn’t unfamiliar with this God Demon at the peak of the Life and Death Realm.

At this mont, in his perception, Ouyang Leng’s aura had completely vanished. Unless sothing unforeseen had happened, Ouyang Leng was likely dead.

Sothing major must have happened inside the Spirit God Mansion.

Just as these thoughts were racing through his mind.

Deep within the Spirit God Mansion, the aura that had fallen back to the Undying Realm surged upward again, briefly reaching what Han Yi had guessed to be the Primordial Realm. Following it was still that aura of the Ancient Demon.

This ti, the Primordial Realm aura imbued with the aura of the Ancient Demon lasted longer, closely approaching half a breath.

Han Yi was startled. He had no intention of joining the chaos. He was sowhat confident that he could keep himself alive when facing the Yin-Yang Realm, but he would definitely be effortlessly killed if up against the Life and Death Realm or Undying Realm, let alone the possibly world-ending Primordial Realm.

At this thought, he decided to retreat instead of advancing. As his figure flickered, he flew towards the outskirts of the city, using this world’s divine technique, Sky Floating Technique.

But just as he was about to flee towards the city’s outskirts, he suddenly sensed sothing. He spun around sharply to look back, his face stricken with horror…

…

anwhile, on the other side,

Deep within the Spirit God Mansion, inside a secret chamber,

A robe was discarded on the floor. Anyone familiar with the Spirit God Mansion would recognize it as the robe of the vice master, Ouyang Leng. If they looked closely, they could still make out the character “Leng” on the crumpled robe.

The robe remained, but its owner, Ouyang Leng, was unquestionably dead. Even his corpse had been completely drained, leaving only the robe behind.

In front of this robe, on a dark golden stone chair, sat a figure who was struggling violently. It was Wei Zheng, the master of the Spirit God Mansion, who hadn’t shown his face for twelve years.

At this mont, Wei Zheng’s face was contorting like a madman’s. Pain, anger, darkness, fear, regret, madness, destruction—they all alternated and shone in his eyes as if many different personalities were vying for control of his body.

Moreover, his body was no longer the frail and emaciated figure it used to be. It fluctuated wildly—one mont swelling as the aura of the God Demon surged to the peak of the Undying Realm, the next mont wasting away to a skeletal figure.