I Can Accumulate Proficiency, Starting from Alchemy

Chapter 581: Chapter 276: Strange Corpse Puppet, Yuan Shun Appears Again_3

At this moment.

Standing several miles away from the corpse domain, Han Yi pondered for a long time before finally making up his mind. With a flash of his figure, he crossed several miles in a few breaths and plunged into the corpse domain.

Of course, before entering the corpse domain, he had already sealed all the external breathing channels of his body and switched to internal breathing.

As soon as he entered the corpse domain, he suddenly discovered that his divine sense, which could originally reach tens of miles, had been compressed to one mile, and his naked eye could only see a range of a hundred meters. Beyond that, everything was blurred.

Immediately, he became extremely vigilant, and his pace was not fast as he flew forward.

A moment later, Han Yi’s figure came to a halt. Before him lay three lifeless corpses on the ground, and thick corpse aura gathered on their bodies as if breeding some strange thing.

What’s eerie was that these three bodies had no wounds, but their faces showed horror as if they had witnessed something extremely terrifying at the moment of their deaths.

Han Yi’s eyes turned cold, but instead of avoiding the bodies, he gently beckoned and retrieved the Qiankun rings from the three corpses’ bodies, placing them in his storage bag. Then, one of the three longswords behind him, the Green Reed Sword, swooped up and cut the bodies in half.

He wanted to see what exactly had caused the death of these bodies so that he could be prepared in case he encountered the same thing.

With a swish.

The dead bodies, already halved at the waist, suddenly opened their eyes. A horrifying black light burst out of their lifeless eyes. In just a blink, the upper bodies of the corpses stood up and stared at Han Yi intently.

Han Yi’s face turned cold, and with a light snort, the Green Reed Sword had already returned, following a curved path and blasting the three skulls. The upright half bodies had lost control and fallen back to the ground, lifeless again.

“What is this?”

“It’s a bit like a lower-grade corpse puppet.”

Han Yi took back the Green Reed Sword and carried it along with the Demon Slaying Sword and the Evil Suppression Sword on his back, feeling puzzled but not having many clues to figure out the cause.

He continued to fly forward.

As he delved deeper into the corpse domain, he encountered more and more corpses. Some were broken, some intact, and some with their bodies emitting a thick corpse aura. Although their eyes were lifeless, their bodies walked like normal cultivators, which was incredibly bizarre.

These corpses were similar to the low-grade corpse puppets Han Yi had encountered in the Corpse Refinement Sect.

Among the puppets, in addition to human cultivators, there were also demon cultivators. Moreover, their realms ranged from the lowest foundation-building stage to the Nascent Soul Stage cultivators, with quite a few Nascent Soul stage corpse puppets in their ranks.

Han Yi easily took possession of one Nascent Soul stage cultivator’s corpse puppet and one Evil Saint’s corpse puppet’s Qiankun Rings. When he was preparing to seize the Qiankun Ring of the third Nascent Soul stage cultivator’s corpse puppet, it suddenly turned around and burst out with an astonishing corpse aura. He could barely perceive that it was a formidable late-stage Nascent Soul stage cultivator when it was alive.

Moreover, this deceased late-stage Nascent Soul stage corpse puppet yelled out ‘seeking death’ as if it were alive and rushed towards Han Yi.

With a chilling fear, Han Yi sprinted away, quickly realizing that the Nascent Soul stage corpse puppet behind him only had a powerful physique and was chasing him through brute instinct. In less than ten breaths, it had lost sight of Han Yi and its target, reverting to its original look and resuming its exploration of the corpse domain.

This bizarre scene made Han Yi more cautious.

Even the late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator had been affected by the traps in the corpse domain, so Han Yi dared not let his guard down.

If it wasn’t for the high possibility that Yuan Shun’s whereabouts could be found here, he wouldn’t have set foot in this place.

Han Yi slowed down, gradually flying towards the center of the corpse domain. In the end, he even took out the Demon Slaying Armor and several fourth-stage talismans to defend against possible sudden attacks and ensure the speed and power of his counterattacks.

However.

What surprised him was that as he delved deeper, apart from encountering those strange corpse puppets and meeting dozens of cultivators who had snuck into the corpse domain in search of opportunities, there were no other surprises.

One day later.

Han Yi stopped. At this point, he was close to the heart of the corpse domain, where the coldness exceeded his imagination. This coldness not only targeted his body but also his divine soul. Moreover, in his Sea of Consciousness space, apart from a black bead suspending above him unaffected, the part of his divine soul that had transformed into a Soul Tower was now covered in white frost, as were the nine Soul Swords in front of the tower.

Both the physical body and the divine soul were subjected to terrifying coldness. Han Yi knew that he had reached his limit here and could not go any further. If he did, his body might be damaged, his divine soul might freeze, and his attainments would vanish like smoke.

However.

He was not content to leave just like that, so he decided to stay here, sitting cross-legged, to see if he had a chance to encounter the Outer World cultivators.

The cold invaded his body, turning his black hair white and covering his robe with an oppressive coldness that would eventually damage the material.

This was the price he paid, and he didn’t care.

Seven days later.

The frost on Han Yi’s body had thickened. Suddenly, his motionless body trembled, shaking off the frost. Then, he instantaneously stood up, his eyes fixed intently on a figure walking in the extremely cold world within his divine sense range. The figure appeared indistinct and obscured.

That face was so familiar.

It was none other than the long-lost Yuan Shun, the Xuandan Sect leader who had been missing for nearly thirty years.

However, what’s strange was that at this moment, there was no trace of spiritual power on Yuan Shun’s body, but there was an incredibly thick and terrifying corpse aura. The aura had an eerie quality that sent chills down Han Yi’s spine.

Moreover, with just a quick glance, Han Yi could tell that Yuan Shun’s state was not right. He seemed to be a walking corpse in this extremely cold world.

Without giving it much thought, Han Yi followed after him with a single flicker of his figure. He reduced the distance between them to a hundred meters before he could see Yuan Shun’s condition through his vision.

When he finally saw him clearly, Han Yi was stunned.

The once peerless and handsome sect leader was now a completely different person.

His white hair was disheveled and messy.

His blood-stained robe was dull and colorless.

Walking barefoot, he aimlessly wandered in the extremely cold world.

His eyes were entirely white, and using the word ‘ghastly’ to describe them would be more appropriate.

His facial features remained unchanged, not appearing aged at all.

If it weren’t for his face, which still resembled his appearance from thirty years ago, Han Yi would never have recognized that this cultivator before him was the Xuandan Sect leader.

“Sect Leader.”

With a choked voice, Han Yi softly called out as the barefoot figure continued forward without stopping.