I Can Gain One Skill Point Per Second Chapter 1102: Reunion Across the Divide of Yin and Yang

The outcome was naturally within Tremble’s expectations.

According to the information, Lin Yi was not alone, and with Mr. Gongsu by his side, if he didn’t deactivate his Dark Rising Ring, it would undoubtedly expose Mr. Gongsu’s location.

When the search results came out again, the display tone of Lin Yi’s information box was exactly the same as Mr. Gongsu’s.

That’s right.

"Lord Tremble, don’t be too upset; the world is fickle. This upheaval is too massive. Lin Yi, the young man, certainly had talent, but his Divine Power Level was never enough for self-preservation. It’s normal for him to have accidentally died in this turmoil."

Sorrow? It doesn’t exist.

Tremble could hardly suppress the corners of his mouth.

Isn’t this clearly intended for him to ascend?

Pretending to be sad, he looked down for a moment before lifting his head.

He patted that technician on the shoulder and said earnestly:

These past few years, whether it’s the achievements we’ve made or the suffering Dark Rising has endured, the price we paid is all in the past.

In the future, under my leadership, you will reach greater heights and farther places.

After an inspiring speech, Tremble gained the highest authority of the information system and left satisfied.

At the first moment of gaining authority, Tremble sent what he considered a morale-boosting speech to every member holding a Dark Rising Ring.

Then, he instructed Blood Dance and Hekong to first head to the target plane and initiate the battle.

At first, Hekong and Blood Dance were quite happy.

They thought Tremble unexpectedly set aside his habitual ostentatious behavior, choosing to let the two of them take the lead and secure the credit.

Unbeknownst to them, this battle would cost them their lives, and Hekong would face unprecedented despair.

With the substantial authorization from the Immortal King, Luo Bingxin could freely hop across the Three Realms and Six Paths.

To avoid attracting too much attention, Luo Bingxin deliberately started collecting the Mythical Equipment left by her father on a lower-tier planet.

Unluckily, the Devourer of Myriad Forms was located just below, in the Animal Path of the Desire Realm.

The relic left by Yinglong could only be activated by descendants with Yinglong’s bloodline.

Moreover, apart from the Dragon Race, no one could sense the existence of the relic.

Fortunately, Old Xuan, possessing a partial Dragon Race bloodline and specific coordinates, helped; otherwise, relying solely on the Dragon Race bloodline’s sensing ability, it wouldn’t take Luo Bingxin long to collect all the Mythical Equipment left by her father.

Given the enormity of the Three Realms and Six Paths, she might not complete this task in her lifetime.

On a planet covered with vast oceans, Old Xuan stopped with Luo Bingxin, hovering above the sea.

"Little Master, the enemy has arrived. One of the Mythical Equipment left by the old master is hidden here. Unfortunately, as a lowly servant, my bloodline power is not strong enough, and I can only sense the relic’s location. Next, you’ll need to open the relic’s entrance yourself."

Luo Bingxin knew clearly that only a relic that could be opened by the Dragon Race bloodline required one’s own essence blood.

Thus, suspended over the sea, Luo Bingxin decisively condensed the Power of the Primordial on her finger, then touched her forehead, drawing out a droplet of essence blood brimming with tremendous power from her body.

With a gentle touch on the essence blood, it fell into the ocean below.

However, the anticipated scene of it disappearing without a trace did not occur.

This droplet of essence blood seemed to have infinite magic power.

In an instant, it dyed the entire ocean red, and even the sky was not spared.

At the moment the blood-red hue covered the entire planet, a golden formation appeared beneath Luo Bingxin’s feet.

A familiar spatial fluctuation began to ripple.

Subsequently, a spatial gate opened, and a dazzlingly radiant piece of lower armor appeared before Luo Bingxin.

Such an exaggerated power fluctuation!

At the moment the lower armor appeared, Luo Bingxin immediately sensed its extraordinary nature.

Beyond the distinctive aura waves of the Mythical Equipment, there was a suffocating sense of oppression.

It must be understood that Mythical Equipment does not have independent thought.

The fact that it could impart such an oppressive sensation indicated that the gear before her was exceptionally powerful.

The suffocating feeling was incredibly real, as if a pair of powerful hands were gripping her throat, making even breathing seem difficult.

This didn’t fluster Luo Bingxin; instead, her heart thumped wildly with excitement.

If just one piece of equipment has such an exaggerated effect, what about a six-piece set? It’s unimaginable.

Luo Bingxin knew clearly that she had come to the right place this time!

The equipment before her emitted powerful, frenetic energy waves, which were utterly captivating.

Even so, Luo Bingxin felt a mysterious force guiding her forward, enticing her to touch that piece of equipment.

Seeing Luo Bingxin getting closer and closer to the equipment, the Four Great Corpse Kings quickly emerged from their personal space, with Jiang Chen, the physically strongest, blocking in front of Luo Bingxin.

Sure enough, the next moment, a formidable aura surged from the equipment.

It morphed into a gigantic dragon claw, producing a sharp tearing sound, reaching for Luo Bingxin.

"Damn, it hurts so much!!"

Pinched by it, Jiang Chen couldn’t help but complain.

The Four Great Corpse Kings were quite familiar with one another, and attacks that could make Jiang Chen howl in pain were exceedingly rare.

Not exaggerating to say, if it were the little girl Luo Bingxin who was grabbed, she’d surely be killed by this claw strike.

After grabbing Jiang Chen’s body, the silhouette behind the dragon claw began to slowly reveal itself, until a colossal illusory dragon materialized fully.

Everyone present was very familiar with it.

This dragon apparition is none other than Yinglong’s true form?!

"Heh, who would have thought, after all these years, you’re still so weak, Luo Bingxin. Using outsiders’ strength to come here, do you think that’s appropriate?"

"With your current capabilities, possessing only a formidable bloodline but unable to unleash its full power, why did you even come here? You might as well rest and continue the Dragon Race bloodline, letting your descendants achieve what you cannot."

Sigh! The old master!

Old Xuan couldn’t help but internally lament.

The severity of her old master hadn’t diminished a bit.

After years of not seeing her father, Luo Bingxin’s eyes brimmed with tears, and she was about to express her longing, but Yinglong’s scathing remarks were already done, which was truly heartbreaking.

The Four Great Corpse Kings found it quite unbelievable.

So time really does change everything?

Yinglong’s remarks were entirely out of character.

Could such aggressive words actually come from his mouth?