Chapter 216: Chapter 137: Seizing the Nascent Soul_2

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However, it seemed like there were some problems as he was kicked out directly from the Liu Manor, ending up wandering the streets and unable to participate in the selection process.

The perspective switched again.

Han Ye appeared in an ethereal Immortal Mountain enveloped by swirling clouds, with the three big characters ‘Dragon Sparrow Sect’ strikingly evident.

He extended his wrist and let out a drop of blood that fell on a stone.

“Han Ye, a Mixed Spirit Root, disqualified!”

A cold voice echoed, making Han Ye realize something.

“A Mixed Spirit Root wishing to enter the Dragon Sparrow Sect, you’re clueless!”

Before Han Ye could react, he was pushed aside by the gathered crowds, becoming lost in a sea of people.

The scene shifted once again.

This time he was in a Great Hall, kneeling on the ground, staring at the elder named Yu Linglong who was pacing back and forth, an expression of extreme sorrow on his face.

“Your master and senior sister have died in the Huangquan Valley. The sect leader went to the Huangquan Valley but failed to save them. Restrain your grief and accept the change.”

“How could it be?”

Han Ye furrowed his brows, listening to the surrounding voices, and was lost in thought.

“With the death of Master Gai Mitian, Pure Yang Peak should be disbanded.”

“In this Sect’s Big Competition, our Ziwei Peak is sure to win.”

The next time Han Ye looked up, Chu Xianyu appeared in front of him, but her face was very cold. She demanded:

“Who is that woman in your Cave Mansion?”

“She is…”

Just as Han Ye was about to explain, he suddenly remembered that he was in an illusion.

“Han Ye, I am so disappointed in you.”

Chu Xianyu shook her head and resolutely left, leaving behind only her silhouette.

With the constant switching of scenes, the events of the past reappeared in front of Han Ye, producing an illusion.

These seemed to be the realities – specifically, remembering the feelings of despair, shattering, and helplessness from those days. Everything was reflected back onto Han Ye.

Having seen so much, confusion was inevitable.

Which was real and which was fake?

In the end, Han Ye arrived at the center of Chu Family’s Mansion. He saw the children of the four major families, as well as disciples of the Demonic Cult.

Ning Yujing revealed her witch-like charm and gave a gloomy smile, “Eldest brother, I am very curious. In your heart, Han Ye, what is more important – the Heavenly Demon Nether Dragon Scroll or your beloved one?”

“Now you have two choices.”

“First, disconnect from the Demon Chart voluntarily, then I will let your beloved one go. The second choice, you can continue possessing the Heavenly Demon Nether Dragon Scroll, but before that, you must hold a funeral for your beloved one.”

Upon seeing Ning Yujing, Han Ye was instantly engulfed by fury. He pounced towards her, intending to cut her down with a single sword strike.

But Ning Yujing merely stepped back slightly, easily avoiding it, and sneered:

“It seems like you have made your choice.”

“Clang!”

The sound of a sword echoed.

In the next second, his Chu Xianyu, who was in the cage, was killed by two Sword Cultivator disciples. Blood stained the ground and spread to Han Ye’s feet. His pupils contracted and he fell into a daze.

“You are just a measly tenant farmer, and you want to practice boxing?”

“A waste spirit root, talk about cultivating immortality?”

“Your senior sister is dead. Don’t wait anymore.”

“Han Ye, so you are this kind of person.”

Han Ye couldn’t help clutching his head, blocking the invasion of this eerie consciousness.

These memories were all things that had happened, but they were presented in an alternate version. He was clear about this, but with many heart demons surging up, his mind was on the verge of exploding.

Just then.

In his mind, the attribute ‘Dao Heart Like a Rock’ emitted a faint glow, and an icy sensation emerged from his heart. Han Ye instantly regained his senses, causing him to feel a lingering fear.

“Such a terrifying illusion, I am fully aware that it’s fake, yet the feeling of being there is repeatable, reliving it again. Certain predicaments are ones no one would want to experience again.”

“The illusion consistently denies self-identity, exerting such strong mental pressure.”

When Han Ye woke up from the Demon Chart, he discovered the blood moon in front of him was increasingly eerie. The eyes of the Demon Baby covering its ears had written lines on them.

[Blood Moon Demon Baby Contemplation]

In his mind, the image of the Demon Baby covering its ears appeared, indicating his successful comprehension of the Contemplation Diagram.

“Such a skill – Blood Moon Demon Baby Contemplation – able to create such a realistic illusion, is indeed an extremely formidable Divine Power.”

“If that’s the case, it’ll be you then.”

Without much hesitation, Han Ye decided to choose this Contemplation Diagram as his trump card.

This blood moon demon infant Contemplation Diagram is considered Han Ye’s second diagram he has mastered, aside from the Immovable Rakshasa view.

Returning to reality, back to his room.

Opening his eyes, Han Ye could just hear the sound of wind and rain outside the window, peaceful as ever.

However, in his spiritual sense, multiple presences appeared, coming from downstairs, the attic ten meters outside the window, and his own rooftop.

,”It looks like the speed of the Demonic Cult to find me is not any slower than Great Zhou’s court,” Han Ye murmured.

He examined the healing status of his Golden Core, glanced at the window, and said lightly, “Since you two are already here, why not come in for a chat?”

The black-robed cultivators outside the doors exchanged glances. Instantly, they disappeared on the spot.

The next moment, they appeared on the third floor of the attic, pushing open the wooden door and immediately surrounding Han Ye.

A handsome man who looked wickedly beautiful, couldn’t help but chuckle seeing Han Ye’s calm and composed demeanor, “Since you have discovered us, why haven’t you run?”

“I stayed here just to explain a truth to you,” Han Ye replied indifferently.

“What truth?” Qi Huo asked.

As the number one general under the Saintess, his cultivation was impressive, at the Nascent Soul completion stage. Naturally, he wasn’t afraid of the heavily injured bloke in front of him, hence why he confidently spoke.

Slowly Han Ye stood up, stared at Qi Huo, and calmly said, “Regardless of how the Demonic Cult and the Immortal Gate fight, Miss Chu is my half-teacher and friend. Whatever you guys have done has destined that the Demonic Cult will inevitably perish.”

Qi Huo’s pupil flickered with an odd look, then a surprise came up. Suddenly, he understood all his doubts and scoffed,

“You can’t even protect yourself now, why are you still so stubborn?”

“Swoosh!”

Without any warning.

Han Ye directly executed the first move of his earnest sword technique.

The Zihong Longxiao, like a stream of light, slashed at Qi Huo.

Qi Huo utilized the Seven Star Lotus Step, stepping on a black lotus. As he retreated seven steps backward, he flew out of the attic area and darted into the rain-curtain.

“Boom.”

In an instant, hundreds of sword qi flew out, completely shredding the three-storied wooden attic, collapsing it into wooden debris.

Qi Huo looked at the two-inch long tear in his clothes and inwardly let out a cold breath.

“Such a fast sword. As reported indeed. But wasn’t he injured?”

He could tell that Han Ye’s cultivation wasn’t too strong, and that there was still a significant gap compared to those top geniuses at the Northern Great Wall.

Han Ye held Long Xiao, with a posture suggesting disinterest, scanning his surroundings.

From the darkness, numerous black figures poured out—these numbered in the hundreds, all of them strong.

Among them, over ten people emanated an aura that was incredibly powerful. They stood in the rain like primordial mountains, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

Qi Huo shouted, “Han Ye, from where does your self-confidence come to challenge the Holy Church on your own?”

“Who said I’m alone?” Han Ye smirked.

From his sleeve, he took out a drop of Immortal Essence Blood.

He slapped it skyward.

“Whoosh!”

Not long after, strands of demonic qi flew in through the window, converging into a vivid figure. With long hair flowing loose, it stood in mid-air.

It was exactly Lu Xuanxuan.

She had been searching for Han Ye’s scent. If there was even a trace of his blood energy, she could track him down—it was not an exaggeration to say this.

The demon qi diffusing from Lu Xuanxuan’s body enveloped the entire attic, making the surrounding sky turn pitch black, and frigid. All vegetation turned yellow at a noticeable speed.

In just an instant, the place turned into a battlefield resembling asura’s hell.

“Everyone, be careful, she’s a strong one above deity transformation!”

Seeing the red-robed woman appear, the black-clad people surrounding the area felt fear, and instantly began retreating.

Qi Huo was unusually calm and commanded, “Activate the Ten Directions Heavenly Thunder Array.”

This time, they were prepared.

The Ten Directions Heavenly Thunder Array, one of the Demonic Cult’s great formations, could even kill deities!

Seventy-two light pillars, each with a diameter of one meter, sprung up from around the attic, extending into the sky. The dark clouds in the canopy rapidly swirled.

A giant Formation Disk formed within the clouds.