Who Brought Him into the Cultivation World?

Cousin is dead?

Han Yu nearly ground his teeth to bits, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.

"Damn! Don’t do anything rash!"

An angry Han Yu truly scared the Artifact Spirit. Last time, when he thought that Mo Xiuwen was killed by Meng Yun, Han Yu activated his Dharma Aspect even knowing it was suicidal, dead set on fighting to the bitter end.

Now witnessing it with his own eyes, who knows what Han Yu might do?

But he certainly must not activate his Dharma Aspect again.

The Artifact Spirit kept persuading, "Ping is recklessly expanding your Sea of Consciousness, you must not activate it this time, it will cause trouble, it will genuinely lead to death."

The size of the Sea of Consciousness determines the endurance of a Divine Techniques cultivator, and now no one knows how long it will take Han Yu to deplete his Sea of Consciousness.

Will it be depleted before his mortal body collapses?

Or might he not deplete it in time and incinerate himself instantly?

The Artifact Spirit is particularly convinced of the latter, considering how massive the Sea of Consciousness has become.

"Use your Sea of Consciousness for depletion, no Dharma Aspect, we’ll fight a war of attrition."

Seeing as persuading was fruitless, with Han Yu still grinding his teeth to the point of echoing cracks, the Artifact Spirit quickly switched tactics to offer strategies.

It’s not giving bad advice; given the current breadth of the Sea of Consciousness, Han Yu could outlast wave after wave of opponents within the realm of equal strength.

Of course, across realms is another story; with such disparity in strength, attrition becomes futile.

Not yet finished speaking, Han Yu suddenly made a move!

Because at that moment, the figure that had been swallowed was revealed once more, plummeting from a height.

Flames burst forth, and Han Yu had already charged into the fray, a sweeping hand gesture unleashing a sea of flames that spread three miles, forcing all the cultivators to retreat.

At this point, he looked at the figure he had caught in his hand with a face even graver than before.

He couldn’t bear to look closely!

Yet the Artifact Spirit suddenly shrieked, "Something’s wrong, damn it, hold on."

With Mo Xiuwen’s cultivation and physical endurance, how could he possibly retain his mortal body to die in such an environment?

Han Yu was momentarily stunned, then he looked down, seeing Chasing Soul barely alive in his arms but smiling brightly.

"I didn’t expect you to worry about me so much."

To be honest, it would be false to say that Chasing Soul wasn’t touched, seeing his anxious expression with killing intent written all over him.

Well, he’s a true friend.

Even though Han Yu wanted to toss Chasing Soul away, he couldn’t help maintaining an odd expression.

"Why is it you?"

Why is this guy fighting for Central Continent?

And what’s up with Mo Family’s old man, recognizing a son so randomly?

Especially Mo Xiuwen, this bastard, who made him impulsive twice for his sake.

"I’m about to die."

Chasing Soul suddenly sighed; his body was utterly collapsing, and even his soul was being constantly drawn away.

Han Yu’s expression changed, naturally noticing the body of the other melting away as if it would dissolve, continuously turning to ash.

"Is there anything else you want to say?"

Han Yu couldn’t help but sigh.

He didn’t expect Chasing Soul to actually have something!

He raised his hand and pointed into the distance, exactly toward the direction leading to the sea.

"Once I’m gone, keep my soul from being captured, and return it to my true self."

What?

Han Yu, just feeling a little sentimental, was suddenly left in an awkward position.

This is... a clone?

On the other side of the sea, aboard one of the Celestial Wave Crossing ships that had just left the shallow waters, Chasing Soul shook his head and sighed, "My clone is dead."

The taste of death is truly unpleasant, especially when the sensation is sent back to him.

But he also felt quite fortunate and couldn’t help but scold Mo Xiuwen.

"See? Even I would die going there myself, and you’re still thinking of a heroic sacrifice."

Despite his harsh words, Mo Xiuwen offered no rebuttal; instead, he cast a grateful glance his way.

It was indeed because Chasing Soul was willing to use a clone as a substitute that they gained more time.

If it had been him, he definitely couldn’t have endured as long as Chasing Soul did, not to mention that in terms of using these Ghost Path divine techniques, Chasing Soul was clearly more adept.

The starting point of it all was naturally after Chasing Soul had intercepted him.

Back then, Chasing Soul had said the same thing.

"Since it’s certain death, might as well be me."

Mo Xiuwen’s expression at the time could be described as utterly bewildered. Was Chasing Soul rushing to die, or was it his misperception, or had Chasing Soul lost his mind?

It was neither his misperception nor had Chasing Soul lost his mind.

Because Chasing Soul directly gave him a "suicide" plan on the spot.

Reviving the long-abandoned Heaven and Earth Four Division Skill made Chasing Soul feel anxious inside.

After all, the precedent of Splitting Soul was precisely his origin; if it, too, turned out inconveniently like Splitting Soul, it would be quite the spectacle.

Thus, this time, Chasing Soul dared not go too far with the separation, only letting one out.

Upon the clone’s appearance, Chasing Soul had already secretly stood on guard, and he directed his first question to the identical figure.

"Who are you? Who am I?"

The figure raised an eyebrow, rolling his eyes, "You are the true self, I am the clone."

This was beyond Chasing Soul’s expectation, contrary to what he imagined, not like the mannerisms of Splitting Soul.

The clone also replied directly, snorting, "Don’t you have a clue why you brought me out?"

It was Chasing Soul’s turn to feel awkward, but he quickly caught on.

Basically reversing heaven and earth, the clone was accusing the true self.

Chasing Soul pointed at the Mechanism Dharma Aspect, "Are you going, or am I?"

This time, the clone was even more straightforward, directly grabbing the still-dazed Mo Xiuwen from behind the Dharma Aspect while muttering.

"Aren’t you just getting me out here to die! Still going all around in circles."

Despite the complaints, the clone didn’t hesitate to face death, going all in after the words.

All the way until now, Chasing Soul himself still couldn’t believe it.

Could it be that there’s a fundamental difference between me and Splitting Soul that results in such different outcomes when used?

This aspect seemingly impossible to verify anymore, but his clone indeed made a noble sacrifice, executing it beautifully.

On the contrary, Han Yu’s situation was utterly different.

The clone disregarded conventional views, dying in Han Yu’s arms, with its soul taken by Han Yu. It looked utterly strange, no matter how one views it.

Of course, the most critical problem now is the cultivators gradually surrounding him.

Every one of them is in the Walking Realm!

Crucially, above Quan Xiaotong and others is that imposing aura figure.

Divine Dao Realm!

Damn! He actually encountered them.

Su Xiaoxiao, that jinx!

"Run!"

The Artifact Spirit’s face was unspeakably grim, urging him to flee.

After a moment of silence, Han Yu suddenly shook his head.

"Can’t run, won’t run either."

In front of him, beside the Central Continent powerhouses akin to stray dogs, more were glowing fireflies taking flight ceaselessly.

"Did you see that?"

Han Yu suddenly asked.

Of course, the Artifact Spirit saw it, but what could it say?

The Cultivator Realm is fundamentally survival of the fittest, not to mention this is Yama Hall against Central Continent, guaranteed to be more brutal.

"How does this guy’s spiritual power compare to the old Taoist?"

Han Yu suddenly asked.

"Damn, what are you thinking?"

The Artifact Spirit was startled and fighting his way through the Divine Dao Realm with this brat?

As the surrounding cultivators started moving, Han Yu urgently asked again.

If this guy isn’t the extent of a Western Territory level, if he’s like an old Taoist and just for show.

Then it’s not impossible to fight.

"Slightly stronger than the old Taoist, about the same level as Meng Yun."

The Artifact Spirit resignedly admitted that by this point, it realized it couldn’t stop Han Yu, or even if preventing him was possible, it would be useless.

Even if he didn’t intend to confront them, they would definitely not let him go.

Therefore, the Artifact Spirit’s only hope was to dissuade Han Yu on one point.

"Promise me, whatever you do, don’t activate..."

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