I Can Accumulate Proficiency, Starting from Alchemy

Chapter 213: Heavenly Disaster Descends, Holy Land Falls_3

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The sacred land fragments are about to fall.

Han Yi was utterly terrified. With this fragment falling down, he estimated that he would become the first First-Class Immortal Foundation cultivator to be crushed to death by a stone in the Yu Heng World, no, even in the entire Cultivation World.

At that moment.

Rumbling.

The cliff beneath his feet suddenly shook, as if an invisible force was pushing the cliff and the surrounding mountains towards the outer edge, instantly creating a huge space where the fragments of the sacred land would fall.

This space was exactly the same size as the falling fragments of the sacred land.

As the fragments completely left the cracks in the sky, the cracks in the sky instantly closed up, and the pressure that had been weighing on I lan Yi vanished in an instant.

With a shocked expression on his face, Han Yi stood up, his horror mounting, but his past experiences kept him from panicking, and he made the right move first.

His body retreated explosively, and he fully displayed his Light Body Technique, this time without holding back. He supported himself with both hands and two black shields appeared in front of him.

As the Wind and Fire Shields formed, they coincided with the falling sacred land fragments embedding below in the opened space.

Everything paused for an instant.

Then, there was an earth-shaking tremor.

The fearsome power was transmitted completely, bursting out in all directions, shattering cliffs, abandoned statues, and collapsing palace fragments, tumbling outward like raging waves.

Heavenly calamity.

A true heavenly calamity.

Han Yi felt as if he had returned to the mortal world, like he was sailing a small boat in a stormy sea. The waves surged violently, the raging waves churned, and while he tried his best to hold on, the boat could capsize at any moment.

At this moment, all magical tools were useless, because this heavenly calamity was all-encompassing and persistent. He simply continued to open his shields, support his shields, and then open his shields again.

Under such calamity, time seemed to pass by extremely slowly.

Less than a minute had passed, but to Han Yi, it felt like more than half an hour.

When he finally propped himself up with one hand on the ground and pushed forward with the other, opening a black shield in front of him, the shield no longer had any force pressing against it. But he finally managed to catch his breath, and it was over.

Before his eyes.

There was a terrifying dust cloud that obscured the sky, turning the area into a hazy realm.

However.

After dispelling his shield and looking forward, Han Yi saw through the dust a huge cluster of palaces this was the sacred land fragment that had just fallen.

For him.

This palace was within reach.

“The fragments of Yuan Lao’s sacred land from tens of thousands of years ago, and moreover, because of the spatial rift’s attributes, time was suspended within it, so the treasures inside have not lost their power.”

Han Yi’s eyes brightened.

He could not let himself leave empty-handed from such a treasure trove, especially when it was so close at hand. He was the cultivator closest to it at the moment.

With such an opportunity, there was no reason to turn around and leave.

Han Yi took out a bottle of pills from his Qiankun Ring. These pills, called True

Yuan Pills, were a type of pill that could quickly restore the mana of Foundation Establishment cultivators.

There were more than twenty True Yuan Pills in a bottle, and Han Yi swallowed them all. The pills melted and poured pure energy into his meridians, converging in his Spirit Sea, turning them into mana and replenishing all the mana he had consumed in the past minute.

Then.

He put the Mingguang Sword back into his Qiankun Ring, took out the Green Reed Sword and Seven Star Kunwu Sword again, and carried them on his back as he blinked forward.

At the same time.

All the cultivators in the vast Yuan Lao Mountain area saw a huge palace fragment falling from the sky in the central location of Yuan Lao Mountain. The horrifying and clear impact explosion sound was even more evident, indicating that an unexplored sacred land fragment had returned to the Yu Heng World.

At this moment.

Everyone’s eyes turned red, especially the loose cultivators, who were even more frenziedly rushing towards the fallen fragment.

On the other hand, the cultivators from other sects passed on the information to their respective sects and then also headed towards the fragments without haste.

The emergence of the new Yuan Lao Mountain sacred land fragment would inevitably lead to the struggle of Golden Core cultivators and even Nascent Soul cultivators for resources.

At the edge of a cliff, a young cultivator was sitting by the cliffside with an ancient zither on his lap.

At first glance, the zither appeared simple, made of seemingly aged wood, and the strings were made of ancient copper, without any exceptional features. When the fragments fell, he took his zither and soared into the air, his eyes filled with an intense, dominating light. If one looked closely, the dancing light in his eyes resembled musical notes, possessing a profound charm.

“The new sacred land fragment… It’s not in vain that I have been waiting here for years. This should be my Immortal Affinity.”

“All of it belongs to me.”

After strapping the ancient zither to his back, he sped towards the sacred land fragment that had just fallen.

In a palace.

A late-stage Golden Core cultivator with a long sword on his back walked out of the palace, and the earth-shattering tremor from afar made his face turn serious.

“The emergence of a new fragment means new opportunities. ”

“1, Sun, have been wasteful for many years. This time, I will go all out to seize the Immortal Affinity. If I can make further progress and enter the late-stage of Golden Core, the Sun family will have a chance to catch its breath.”

“Let’s go.”

On the outer periphery of Yuan Lao Mountain.

In a mountain valley, three cultivators walked out of a cave in a certain mountain upon hearing the rumbling noise. Sensing the tremor from far away, their faces turned solemn.

“Such a huge tremor should be due to a new sacred land fragment emerging.” He Xuan’s face, serious and hesitant, looked at the other two.

At this moment, their conditions were not good. He Xuan’s hair was half white, and Yang Heda, standing beside him, had only half an arm left. Only Meng Yangyu was unscathed.

Yang Heda shook his head.

“No, we encountered a disaster with the old sacred land fragment, which led to the death of our friend, Lu. If it’s a new fragment, there will be even more powerful people gathering. If we go there, even if we gain something, we will be robbed and possibly lose our lives.”

Meng Yangyu also nodded.

“We have returned to look for Lu’s body so that he may be laid to rest.”

“We should not risk any further trouble.”

Feeling guilty for his momentary hesitation, He Xuan nodded heavily.

“In that case, we’ll set off.”

“In the coming time, countless cultivators will gather in Yuan Lao Mountain.

This place will be a dangerous area for us.”

“Luckily, a kind-hearted person has buried Lu’s body, preventing it from being taken away for pill refining, medicine refining, or corpse refining by the evil path. It was a fortune amidst misfortune.”

“Lu joined Luoxia Mountain more than fifty years ago, and Luoxia Mountain is his home. This time, we will return him to his homeland and let him rest in peace.”

“Let’s go.”

The trio exchanged glances, packed their things, and left the cave, going against the tide..