I Can Gain One Skill Point Per Second Chapter 1040: Yeah, I’m Upset!

The scene of corpses strewn everywhere was not unfamiliar to the God of Soul Gathering.

But the scene of upper-rank god corpses strewn everywhere was something he had hardly ever seen in his life.

What made it hardest for the God of Soul Gathering to accept was the fact that the one who slew so many high-level upper-rank gods was not some unrivaled master, but a mere twenty-year-old junior with a Divine Power Level of only Level G.

This was far more devastating for him than being defeated by a more powerful rival.

"So, Upper-Rank God, do we continue? It seems you’re about out of Divine Power. If we keep sparring, I’ll need to use more skills to deal with you, but that’s no trouble for me. I’ve got plenty of skills. Just tell me which kind you prefer, and I’ll oblige."

Looking at the young man before him, the God of Soul Gathering seemed to see his own arrogance from not long ago.

Was it right to scold Lin Yi for being overly arrogant, or to praise him for being considerate enough to let someone from the Gathering Soul System choose how they wished to be defeated by his skills?

The Soul Banner in his hand had unknowingly grown heavier.

The God of Soul Gathering knew this was a sign of his fighting spirit diminishing.

He wasn’t sure if it was worth continuing the fight. After all, there were no spectators around, and admitting defeat didn’t seem so shameful since only he would know.

Regardless, it was a secret only he was aware of.

Feeling the abundant Divine Power and Taichu flowing around Lin Yi, along with his seemingly bottomless, effortlessly maintained Source Power, an unprecedented sense of despair surged from the depths of his heart.

He realized that he had no chance of victory.

The wonderful dreams of possessing an External Divine Artifact, attaining new heights of power, and becoming a leading figure in the Immortal King camp could only be realized in his dreams.

But then again, he wouldn’t be dreaming anymore.

Just as the God of Souls was hesitating about whether to admit defeat and surrender his Lifebound Divine Artifact to end it all, a somewhat familiar voice suddenly echoed in his ears.

"Heh heh, well, well, the God of Souls, we’ve walked right into a trap, like a mantis stalking a cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. No, more like an ant sneaking up from behind. We’ve been cornered by such a weak youngster; do you accept it?"

The voice in his mind came from the Fu Xi Talisman.

Amidst the battlefield, the Fu Xi Talisman remained untouched by the conflict.

The Fu Xi Talisman had seen the situation clearly.

Lin Yi, with his external divine artifact, had combat strength that exceeded his Divine Power Level, making even the Fu Xi Talisman wary.

Whether Lin Yi still had hidden cards was unknown, and if asked whether the Fu Xi Talisman feared Lin Yi, it certainly did; it couldn’t be sure if Lin Yi had the capability to subdue it.

For the time being, the Fu Xi Talisman didn’t want anyone to become its master.

"Heh heh, so what if you don’t accept it? You don’t really think you can resist that kid now, do you? You don’t think I have the power to change the outcome anymore, do you?"

The voice of the God of Soul Gathering carried three parts reluctance, seven parts helplessness.

So many had fallen at the hands of that youngster. Even if he survived the Secret Realm, how would he explain things to the Immortal King?

He couldn’t lie before the Immortal King, but admitting that he had been defeated by a mere twenty-year-old with a much lower Divine Power Level would be a disgrace too shameful to endure. How could the Immortal King let him off?

In the Sea of Divine Consciousness of the God of Soul Gathering, the image of the Fu Xi Talisman appeared.

Once again, it transformed into a humanoid form, a mischievous smile on its face.

"God of Souls, God of Souls, your fate is sealed, but you can choose how you face it."

The words of the Fu Xi Talisman caused a ripple in the God of Soul’s recently calmed heart. Considering that time scarcely flowed in the Sea of Divine Consciousness, he hurriedly questioned the meaning behind the Fu Xi Talisman’s words.

The direction the God of Souls wanted the events to progress toward meant certain death, even if he succeeded in taking the Fu Xi Talisman away; the Talisman might end up being a gift to Lin Yi.

The Fu Xi Talisman didn’t want to be controlled, and the God of Souls didn’t want to see Lin Yi triumph either.

While he could still move, the Fu Xi Talisman suggested that the God of Souls burn up his own Life Force. Even if it couldn’t change the outcome, he shouldn’t let Lin Yi leave the Secret Realm so easily.

"Though the outcome cannot be altered, before it comes, you can choose your course of action. Will you let that kid walk over your dead body to take me, or will you ensure that he remains here in the Secret Realm with us, forever? Even without my instruction, you know what to choose."

Burning his Lifebound Law would lead him to utter destruction, offering little tangible benefit.

But at least it would allow him to vent his frustrations.

At least he wouldn’t be utterly humiliated by a junior.

"Alright, tell me what to do, and I’ll follow your instructions."

The God of Souls readily agreed to the Fu Xi Talisman’s proposal.

In reality, Lin Yi threw more high-level skills at the God of Souls.

No matter what, the God of Souls was a super high-ranking god with a Divine Power Level of Level A. Even with the support of Wo Zhiqi and the Great Saint, Lin Yi couldn’t afford to be careless.

Before the God of Souls’ power was completely exhausted, Lin Yi had to stay vigilant.

Watching as the God of Souls’ divine power was about to be fully depleted by his efforts, Lin Yi was about to achieve a kill far beyond his level. Yet, in the next moment, the Fu Xi Talisman suspended in the sky suddenly began to emit a brilliant light.

"What’s this thing up to now?"

As Lin Yi muttered, the Divine River Song proactively launched an attack, transforming into a giant hand made of dense black liquid, reaching for the Fu Xi Talisman.

In their prime, the Divine River Song would undoubtedly not be a match for the Fu Xi Talisman in a one-on-one duel between external divine artifacts.

But having only recently concluded a battle with the other gods, the Fu Xi Talisman’s energy was nearly exhausted. In such a state, victory was assured for the Divine River Song.

"Wait, something’s off."

With the strongest power and the most battle experience within Lin Yi, Wo Zhiqi had the sharpest perception.

The perception between gods was sensitive.

Similarly, the perception between divine artifacts was too.

The Fu Xi Talisman detected no anomaly when launching the attack, but once the attack landed on the Talisman, the Divine River Song immediately sensed the change within the Fu Xi Talisman:

The Fu Xi Talisman had established a connection with someone!

This connection was peculiar, somewhat different from Lin Yi and the Divine River Song’s bond.

"What the...?"

Before Lin Yi could react, the glowing Fu Xi Talisman disappeared from its spot, leaving the Divine River Song’s attack in utter futility.

"Dammit!"

By the time Lin Yi’s keen senses relocated the Fu Xi Talisman, it was already affixed to the God of Souls’ forehead, like a talisman paper from a zombie movie, yet the God of Souls was obviously still alive, wasn’t he?