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The blood clouds dyed the sky a deep red, and Han Ye gazed at the heavens, feeling a familiar aura emanating from the residual soul in his Sea of Consciousness. Clearly, Lu Xuanxuan had arrived.

“To pursue me this far shows astonishing perseverance, even more tenacious than the fiends of the Demon Path,” he said.

Han Ye gave a wry smile, sat down cross-legged on the ground, with no intention of running away.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to, but that he lacked the energy.

His current state was one of extreme weakness. Using the power of his Primordial Spirit had drained his physical body. Even with a rapid recovery ability, he had no strength left to resist.

Han Ye turned to Chu Xianyu beside him and said, “You should leave. She’s only after me and won’t bother with you.”

But Chu Xianyu seemed deaf to his words, her gaze utterly indifferent as she replied, “If you were to die, I would have no more reason to cling to this world.”

Hearing her response, Han Ye didn’t know whether to be happy or worried.

Perhaps, for her, the sole reason to live was him.

“It’s not necessarily without hope.”

Han Ye thought for a moment, trying to mobilize the Heavenly Demon Nether Dragon Scroll within his body to have the Instrument Spirit Dragon Soul come to the rescue, which might be the only feasible method.

He looked at the slowly approaching figure of the woman in blood-red clothes in the firmament and transmitted, “If you don’t come out now, that woman will suck me dry into a husk.”

At that moment, the voice of the Instrument Spirit Demon Dragon Soul echoed, “If I don’t appear, you will merely be drained into a husk, yet your spirit remains intact with the potential to reincarnate. But if I possess you, given the critical state of your physical body, at the least both body and spirit will be destroyed, and at worst, you will be barred from the cycle of reincarnation, condemned to never transcend in eternity. Have you considered that well?”

The Dragon Soul was warning Han Ye not to underestimate the power of the Heavenly Demon Nether Dragon Scroll.

After all, it was an Ancient Demon Instrument, utterly malevolent. If the host lacked the necessary strength and power and forcefully mobilized it, they would only be drained by the Demon Map and turned into nourishment.

Upon hearing these words, Han Ye fell into a deep silence.

But time waits for no one. The woman in blood-red clothes in the sky, Lu Xuanxuan, already stood in midair, her beautiful and indifferent Blood Pupils fixated on Han Ye upon the rock.

A faint yet pleasant female voice said:

“Han Ye, the essence of your physical body was forged by absorbing my Immortal Blood. Now, it’s time to return it.”

Han Ye was quite surprised; he hadn’t expected that this Immortal Remnant Soul could have evolved to the extent of having a normal conversation with him.

He replied, “You’re nothing but a Residual Soul from Demi-Immortal Qian Han. Even if you have birthed your own wicked consciousness, it should follow the will of Qian Han. Obtaining his essence blood was a stroke of fate, and as such, divinely ordained, as well as his wish.”

Facing this explanation, Lu Xuanxuan’s expression remained unchanged as she indifferently replied, “I am myself, belonging to no one, naturally unrelated to Qian Han. Since your essence and mine are of the same origin, it must be returned.”

With that, she reached out her Jade Hand toward Han Ye without a moment’s hesitation.

The overwhelming pressure from Deity Transformation sealed the space within a hundred miles, preventing the use of any Transmission Talisman or Formation Technique.

Han Ye was frozen on the spot, unable to move.

All he could feel was an immense mental oppression rushing towards his Sea of Consciousness and drilling into his brain.

From Chu Xianyu’s perspective, Lu Xuanxuan still stood in the void, maintaining the motion of reaching out, while Han Ye sat immobile on the rock.

Time seemed to stand still, yet she knew the clash between them had moved to the spiritual world.

In Han Ye’s Sea of Consciousness, the view was limitless, resembling a harbored fishing bay. The sandy grains on the beach shone brilliantly under the setting sun, and the orderly amusement facilities in the distance looked like a paradise on earth.

The sea sparkled with a golden glow, and Lu Xuanxuan, dressed in a blood robe, had arrived here, looking around.

She, who was supposed to devour Han Ye’s spiritual consciousness, discovered something strange.

The Sea of Consciousness was peculiar.

Not only was it distinctly detailed, but the scene was also bizarre.

It didn’t seem like a place from this world.

“Welcome to my world.”

Han Ye sat on the wooden bridge of the veranda, looking up at Lu Xuanxuan in the sky, and said so, seemingly without much worry.

“To smile in the face of death,” said Lu Xuanxuan squinting her eyes, she extended her claw toward Han Ye.

Just then, the sun in the Sea of Consciousness world suddenly intensified its glow, accompanied by other radiance flickering in the sky, shining brightly like a multitude of stars.

In the center, of course, was the Golden Great Sun.

Peering through the light, Han Ye saw four big characters within the Great Sun.

– “Accumulation”

The four golden characters of “Accumulation” that had concentrated in the Sea of Consciousness stood guard, emitting an incomparable brilliance that was blinding to gaze upon.

Lu Xuanxuan clutched her eyes in pain, baffled by the array of suns and stars, she demanded, “Who… who exactly are you!”

A Golden Core cultivator could not possibly possess a spiritual world so terrifyingly profound and such a powerful structure.

Han Ye watched the lights of various colors in the sky, feeling a sense of deja vu. Didn’t they resemble the various attributes on his body?

Therefore, he ventured a bold guess.

Could it be that the glance he had at the sun was not so simple after all?

Within the Sea of Consciousness, what seemed to be a world on the surface was in reality, a starry sea constructed of attributes.

“I just knew it,”

Han Ye murmured as he looked at the extremely distressed Lu Xuanxuan.

He couldn’t let go of this opportunity.

The soul body before him was definitely the real Lu Xuanxuan. If he could trap her here, then all crises would naturally be resolved!

Thinking this, Han Ye’s gaze sharpened, and he stood up.

The Lu Xuanxuan in the air naturally didn’t want to sit still and wait for death.

An astonishing white radiance burst forth from her body, forming a cocoon of light to resist the golden light.

Being shone upon by these golden lights, she felt as if the marrow of her bones was being sucked out, causing piercing pain, her mind to tremble, her legs to weaken, and the need to kneel down.

Han Ye’s mind was exceptionally clear as he quietly waited and watched.

Golden light surged, and two more clusters of golden light appeared in succession.

They were the attributes of “Late Bloomer” and “Supreme Swordsman.”

“Late Bloomer” and “Supreme Swordsman,” two clusters of golden light appeared in succession, forming three suns in the sky and illuminating the earth.

“How long can you maintain it?”

Han Ye asked in a muffled voice.

“With your fragile soul, how can you go to such lengths?” Lu Xuanxuan said unwillingly.

“Why not submit to me? Your physical essence is a great aid to me, mastering Immortal Techniques, wielding an Immortal Sword, and becoming a peerless sword immortal. Wouldn’t that be carefree and at ease in the mortal world?”

Lu Xuanxuan could only try to shake Han Ye’s Dao Heart with her words to share a portion of the pressure.

But Han Ye was unmoved.

“As long as I defeat you, your divine soul, Nascent Soul, all will be mine.”

“Blood Moon Demon Child.”

A low voice began to chant from Han Ye’s mouth.

An eerie mental force struck towards Lu Xuanxuan, causing her expression to change dramatically.

“You can still use Divine Powers in the Sea of Consciousness?”

Han Ye chuckled coldly but didn’t answer.

This Divine Power was a mental force Divine Power; no matter where it was, it could naturally be used.

Lu Xuanxuan realized that she was no match. From her perspective, countless fanged demon children were crawling onto her body, biting her soul body.

The soul body was torn into pieces under these bites, and then quickly absorbed and assimilated by Han Ye’s Sea of Consciousness.

Lu Xuanxuan’s Cultivation might be above Deity Transformation, but her divine soul was just a Residual Soul, and ultimately not a match for Han Ye, who was of the same origin.

Had it not been for her rapid evolution in the Golden Cicada Secret Realm, with an explosive increase in Cultivation, Han Ye would have absorbed this strand of her divine soul long ago.

Inside the Sea of Consciousness, golden light ascended, cleansing the entire world.

Cultivating the spiritual Han Ye would have taken hundreds to thousands of years, but the remnant of a Demi-Immortal was far more profound than what he could have condensed in a hundred or thousand years. It was a tremendous benefit.

With the residual soul, Han Ye was confident that he could battle a Deity Transformation powerhouse.

All of Lu Xuanxuan’s soul fragments condensed into a cluster of pure light.

Halo intertwined, slowly rotating.

“The Form of a Human Immortal.”

Han Ye whispered softly.

‘Form of a Human Immortal (Gold): Since ancient times, those who became immortals must have extraordinary talents, attain longevity, gaze upon the river of years, and have their root bone, mental force, Golden Core, Nascent Soul, and Primordial Spirit undergo rebirth, unlocking endless potential, making Cultivation without any bottlenecks.’

What an impressive Form of a Human Immortal.

Han Ye understood that with such an imperial gold attribute, his future self could truly step into the ranks of the invincible.

Such danger was indeed worthwhile.

By the time his consciousness returned to his physical body.

Han Ye saw a stunningly beautiful woman before him, looking at him with concern.

“Are you Han Ye, or Lu Xuanxuan?”

Chu Xianyu asked earnestly.

Upon hearing this, Han Ye couldn’t help but laugh, leaned closer to her ear, and whispered:

“What do you think?”

Chu Xianyu was startled, hastily backing away, only to see Lu Xuanxuan’s physical body plummeting rapidly from the sky.

Looking straight at Han Ye’s clear and bright eyes, she exclaimed with joy:

’You’re Han Ye.’