Chapter 215: Chapter 137: Seizing the Nascent Soul

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The night was deep into the candle-and-flowers hour, but the atmosphere was eerily quiet.

Han Ye, by the window, helped Chu Xianyu, who was barely conscious, to sit up. He fed her an Earth Grade Calming Soul Pill to soothe her spirit and soul. To ease her agony, he had already sealed off all five senses and the sixth sense of Chu Xianyu, letting her calmly resist the erosion of the residual soul.

With a light sigh, he gazed at Chu Xianyu’s closed eyes and assured her, “Don’t worry. There’s always a way out. After tonight, I will do everything I can to carve a bloody path out and take you with me.”

Pulling Chu Xianyu onto his lap, Han Ye sat on the bed, listening to the rain outside the window. Seemingly forgetting where he was, he pensively reminisced about the past, saying, “The road to immortality is full of hardships. Could my past self of seven years ago have imagined that the celestial swordswoman in white on the mast of the ship would be lying in my arms? Could I have ever foreseen that I would be able to form a nine-turn Golden Core, and even escape from those stronger than Deity Transformation? Times have changed, and so many things have changed.”

“Had I not participated in the Liu Family’s selection process back then, I wonder what my fate would have been.”

Closing his thoughts, he decided to temporarily place Chu Xianyu into the Heavenly Demon Nether Dragon Scroll.

The reasons were threefold. Firstly, the Heavenly Demon Nether Dragon Scroll was safer. By placing Chu Xianyu there, any accidents would not distract him. Secondly, if Chu Xianyu could not resist the erosion of the residual soul and really lost her consciousness, becoming Lu Xuanxuan’s avatar, she couldn’t cause trouble inside the Demon Chart. The Artifacts Dragon Soul would not stand for it. And thirdly, he desperately needed a divine power related to spiritual power to suppress Lu Xuanxuan’s Immortal Remnant Soul. Otherwise, facing powers stronger than Deity Transformation, the spiritual pressure alone would make him vulnerable.

With a thought, Han Ye entered a world shrouded in darkness, the interior of the Heavenly Demon Nether Dragon Scroll.

Looking around, there were dilapidated temples, broken divine statues, and towering stone gates, all seemingly enveloped in a thick, eerie darkness.

Han Ye laid out his clothes on the ground, placed Chu Xianyu in a safe spot, and walked alone into the long, straight corridor. Comparatively, his silhouette appeared insignificant against the towering stone gates.

The ruins of the Great Hall were in front of him. Nothing inside was intact. Everything was enormous. Even a night pearl, a treasure in the mortal world, was no more than a miniature sun-sized lamp here.

Even such a large lamp existed here, not to mention everything else inside the Great Hall. Giant statues, a hundred meters tall, were toppled over along the path, lying helter-skelter in comical positions.

This was not the first time Han Ye had seen these statues. Now, in contrast to his first encounter, he finally understood what these statues represented.

The immovable Rakshasa represented the powers of the demonic side, led by the Rakshasa Heavenly Demon. The Xuanming Giant Tortoise and the Ice Clan Riding Dragon, these ancient benevolent deities, seemed to represent the side of justice.

The Bloodthirsty Heavenly Meteor Contemplation, Yama’s Great Sun Contemplation, Taixu Black Jiao Illusion… All these were divided roughly into two groups. Han Ye guessed that these beings were each an opponent defeated by the Demon Lord Bai Tian in the Ancient Era.

They were refined into stone statues, standing as inheritances within the Demon Chart. Wasn’t this also a way for the Demon Lord to show off his glorious past victories?

Seeing a glint of light at the end of the dark corridor, Han Ye quickly proceeded to the end.

He chose not to use the replicated version because he wanted to understand the true nature of the Demon Chart and achieve the best result. Otherwise, the Demonic Cult wouldn’t have gone to such lengths against him. Surely, understanding the genuine article would bring more benefits.

Facing twenty-four stone walls, Han Ye fell into deep thought.

Which one should he choose as his divine power?

Which one among them is a divine power related to the spiritual soul?

With these two questions, Han Ye walked among the stone walls, looking up at their forms, trying to find a clue using his spiritual power.

Until he came to a bizarre mural.

The blood moon hung high in the sky, solid and terrifying like real blood. Beneath its red hues, there was a giant demon infant covering its ears. Why a demon infant?

Becauss it had six heads, sharp teeth, a bald head, six heads in six different postures, the only similarity being that they were all covering their ears, as if suffering from some inhuman torment.

After staring for a long time, Han Ye heard in his mind the sound of a baby’s crying.

In an instant, his mind became dazed.

When he blinked, the scene before his eyes changed.

He found himself in a generously-sized mansion. The plaque clearly read “Liu Manor.”

“Could it be that this contemplation diagram’s power is creating illusions? But why would I appear in the Liu Manor?” Han Ye guessed.

Then, in the blink of an eye, he was in a courtyard with bluestone flooring, witnessing numerous martial artists practicing their punches on wooden stakes.

“Who are you? Sneaking around here, what are you up to?”

“You, a mere tenant, dare to sneak into the backyard to learn our secrets. Audacious!”

Suddenly, a familiar voice came.

Han Ye looked up to see Liu Lingqi, her expression cold.

“Guards, throw him out of Liu Manor!”

Han Ye was roughly handled by two guards and thrown straight out of Liu Manor, without any chance to resist.. He couldn’t help but be puzzled; weren’t these memories something he had experienced before?