Who Brought Him into the Cultivation World? Chapter 523 - 466: The Split Soul Seems to Have Gone Mad

Han Yu and the Artifact Spirit simultaneously had a peculiar expression.

This kind of taphysical question is really hard to tell, like with Han Yu’s luck, it’s like unveiling the bride’s face—before lifting it, no one knows who’s behind it.

No, it’s even more absurd than revealing the bride’s face. If the luck were a bit worse, could it be that after uncovering, it’s a bashful face... pfft! A fierce looking peddler?

"How about just lifting it a little, if the bride... if what’s inside is odd, then run?"

Han Yu spat internally, almost led astray by the Artifact Spirit.

Now that they were here, they couldn’t just run off at first glance!

If there’s no danger, Han Yu also thought of taking a break, who knows if there will be another place to rest further ahead.

Having made up his mind, Han Yu quietly pried open a part, forcefully tearing an opening to sneak in.

Upon entering, it was desolate as far as the eye could see; rely a pitifully small, isolated island about a hundred ters in length and width.

Up on the island, bizarre rocks jutted out, vegetation was absent, and no trace of vitality could be found anywhere. After arriving, Han Yu looked around and soon spotted a mountain cave.

"What do you think might be in the cave?"

Looking at the cave, Han Yu couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous, for it was the only thing truly distinct on the island.

"Wanna know? Go take a look!"

The Artifact Spirit mumbled, its perception coming from Han Yu—if Han Yu didn’t know, how could it know.

Undeniably, Han Yu’s damn curiosity was indeed at play.

As he slowly approached, there was also a commotion inside the cave.

As the barrier was torn open, the soul fragnt had already perceived it, cautious by nature, he flew out directly from the cave without thinking, so that he’d be ready for escape if things didn’t look right.

At the instant he exited the cave, he had a fleeting encounter with Han Yu.

Both of them changed direction at almost the sa ti, fearing they might be a step too slow.

The soul fragnt saw clearly, thinking, you really shouldn’t speak ill of a person in the dayti—say it, and there they are.

Such shabby islands he had enough of, the mont he saw Han Yu, he imdiately decided to abandon this place.

Han Yu ran several miles away, where the Artifact Spirit in his Sea of Consciousness was frantically stopping him.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute!"

The Artifact Spirit frantically gestured to stop Han Yu.

With a puzzled face, Han Yu asked, "Wait for what?"

The Artifact Spirit rolled its eyes in annoyance—how could he be even slower in realization?

"That was probably a soul fragnt back there, why are you running? He’s scared of you, not the other way around."

Oh, right!

That indeed seed like a soul fragnt, Han Yu smacked his forehead in sudden realization.

Talking about a soul fragnt, he got invigorated, that scoundrel once plotted against little Han, this is a grudge to settle!

At this thought, he imdiately turned around to chase, exerting all his strength in pursuit.

The soul fragnt, just as he thought he had escaped, heard the howling wind exploding behind him—a scene unfolded before him so terrifying he nearly lost his sight.

Han Yu was riding the Cyan Dragon, a continuous burst of flas accelerating him, and in an instant, he had caught up.

"Get him!"

The Artifact Spirit commanded confidently in the Sea of Consciousness.

Of course, it was necessary to get him, Han Yu released eight Cyan Dragons fiercely, continuously injecting divine techniques under his feet.

The soul fragnt was terrified to his core, forced to desperately urge his body technique.

He finally truly felt the sensation of being chased like never before—so distressing.

What could he do?

The soul fragnt had battled fiercely with Han Yu before, the latter’s unfathomable energy reserves were truly abnormal, he was even worse off than when pursued by the soul seizure, which could barely manage to sustain its technique long enough to reach the peddler.

Yet Han Yu’s flight speed using divine techniques was not inferior to his technique’s speed.

In terms of endurance, he was completely defeated.

In terms of speed, he was completely defeated.

He felt his hope for escape was practically nonexistent.

"Why am I so unlucky?"

The soul fragnt felt a deep sorrow, ready to cry but tearless.

Han Yu, with a darkened face, pursued from behind. Although he was getting closer and closer, he was still maintaining a not-so-far distance.

"That scoundrel’s escape speed is truly fast."

Actually, it wasn’t just him, the Corpse Refining Lineage’s body technique indeed had its unique features. Back then, Bai Bufen relied on it to move freely within the sa realm, even managing to escape amidst a siege by the Guardian and Elders from other sects.

"No matter how fast he is, he won’t last long."

The Artifact Spirit said disdainfully.

Just like the Artifact Spirit said, Han Yu ultimately had far more endurance than the other party. In no ti, there was only a hundred feet left between them, and the distance continued to close.

"Die!"

As Han Yu saw the distance was about right, dazzling fireworks exploded behind him. The imnse power generated a trendous thrust, propelling Han Yu to a terrifying speed.

The short-distance burst made the Split Soul feel desperate, lanting and cursing the unfairness of fate.

"Why did I have to run into this freak?"

I wasn’t even hanging out with the peddler’s gang anymore, yet I couldn’t escape this guy.

When Han Yu placed his hand on the Split Soul’s shoulder, there was nowhere left for him to escape.

One finger of Cyan Dragon...

The Split Soul turned back to jab a finger at him, but before he could do anything, it was forcefully broken by Han Yu with a click.

That wasn’t all—Han Yu took out his invisible, terrifying object and kept stabbing him, looking vicious like a ferocious thug, while he was the helpless lamb.

The Split Soul struggled relentlessly, but Han Yu was cunning as hell; after a few stabs, he hit him with a sucker punch, forcibly interrupting all his moves.

The commotion above the sea was huge, but it was all scenes of him getting beaten up.

Not long after, when Han Yu was dragging him back, his yellowish face was already beaten beyond recognition.

"Please stop killing ."

The Split Soul’s grimace pleaded tearfully and desperately.

He truly didn’t have many lives left to squander.

Upon hearing this, Han Yu backhanded him with a slap and said with a smile, "Don’t overthink. Even if you want to die, I won’t let you."

With that, he stared aningfully at the other party, "Weren’t you planning to blow up my place? Then guess how I’m going to play with you now?"

The Split Soul shivered, chills running through his heart.

You still rember?

Of course he rembered; Han Yu had been scared stiff yesterday.

"Can’t I just not guess?"

The Split Soul quivered slightly, speaking in a pitiful tone.

"Correct, you guessed right. I’ll fuse your hands and feet first, fuse your eyes, then take you to a latrine and throw you in..."

Han Yu seed oblivious, mumbling to himself, and finally laughed sinisterly.

"So you’ll never know which latrine you’re in, never find yourself, always stay inside."

The Split Soul almost cried without tears; he didn’t guess! Please don’t tell these horrible things.

If Han Yu really did that, he’d truly never be able to retrieve this duplicate.

If he couldn’t retrieve it, the tornt inside the latrine would be shared all the ti.

For the first ti, the Split Soul’s yellowish face turned pale; this was simply endlessly disgusting.

"This avatar is new; the one that gave the peddler bad ideas was already caught by the Celestial Dao Sect. What’s it got to do with ? I’m innocent."

The more the Split Soul thought, the more terrified he beca, suddenly arguing sternly.

"Even if they are all , it wasn’t this who ca up with those bad ideas, nor was it this who bothered you... What’s it got to do with ?"

The Split Soul suddenly spoke more assertively, his features constantly changing, so fast it was dizzying.

This scene left both Han Yu and the Artifact Spirit dumbfounded.

"Does this guy know what he’s talking about?"

The Artifact Spirit was also confused, only speaking oddly after a brief pause.

"Either this guy shalessly pretends to be stupid, or the wicked Heaven and Earth Four Division Skill has hidden side effects."

Splitting one entity into twelve, though each is himself, there should be a hierarchy; otherwise, each is himself while also being an independent entity.

Who knows if this might have so bizarre aftereffects?

The Split Soul’s condition indeed beca increasingly strange; he felt extrely wronged, thinking that as this particular duplicate, clearly he hadn’t done anything. He inexplicably owed the peddler a massive debt, then took the bla for selling souls, and now he was being ruined by Han Yu.

Perhaps, as the Artifact Spirit said, this forbidden cultivation technique had aftereffects even the Split Soul himself was unaware of. It had just never been forced into such circumstances, so there had never been a chance for them to manifest.

Now, after facing one problem after another, the signs gradually began to show.

In Han Yu’s view, it was the Split Soul who did things, regardless of which duplicate it was; it was all him, which was logical.

But now, the recognition of this particular Split Soul was starting to have issues—he felt he hadn’t done it, he was indeed the Split Soul, but he was also an independent entity, with everyone rely sharing mories, having the sa personality, and the sa thods.

But he hadn’t done it!

The Split Soul’s innocent tone almost dragged Han Yu in.

"Is this guy really crazy now?"

If not crazy, how could he have such thoughts?

"Just don’t get caught up in it. Essentially, no matter which body it is, it’s the Split Soul. Just take him down; he seems to be experiencing a sense of split!"