I Can Gain One Skill Point Per Second Chapter 876: A Fated Connection Long Ago

The vast Nether River finally returned to calm.

Lin You’s vengeance had thus been avenged.

Wo Zhiqi and the Great Saint, who were placed in Lin Yi’s Sea of Divine Consciousness, witnessed the entire process and couldn’t help feeling somewhat shaken.

Especially Wo Zhiqi; he had previously believed that frantically spamming skills in battle was the crudest method, utterly useless against any opponent with real strength.

Today, his view changed a little.

Even if Qin Guang had been injured when he was defeated by Lin Yi, it still didn’t change the fact that Qin Guang was an Upper-Rank God.

Moreover, the issue of wasting power by randomly throwing out skills simply did not exist for Lin Yi.

His foundation was too strong; aside from Skill Cooldown, Lin Yi didn’t need to worry about any other drawbacks.

Looking at the Nether River he had summoned, Lin Yi felt a bit emotional.

Back when he first upgraded his Necromancy Element skills to Forbidden Curse level, he had been somewhat puzzled in his heart as to why this Necromancy Forbidden Curse wasn’t a buff skill that enhanced the combat power of the Death Monarch.

Now he finally understood—he and the Nine Netherworld had long since formed an unbreakable bond.

He truly hadn’t expected that one day, he would actually be able to see the true Nether River with his own eyes.

Listening to Lin You’s gradually fading voice, a sense of loss rose up in the depths of Lin Yi’s heart.

All of this had come far too suddenly.

Just as he was planning to leave this place, the Soul-Breaking Skill lodged in Qin Guang’s chest flashed with a faint gray light.

What was this?

Lin Yi’s gaze was drawn to the Soul-Breaking Skill.

Qin Guang’s body, which had originally stopped dissipating, actually began to dissolve again, melting and converging toward the position of the Soul-Breaking Skill.

As Lin Yi’s Lifebound Divine Artifact, any slightest change in the Soul-Breaking Skill would be sensed by Lin Yi.

At this moment, Lin Yi could clearly feel that the vast Divine Power that had once belonged to Qin Guang was wildly converging toward the Soul-Breaking Skill.

The memories Qin Guang held in life also surged into Lin Yi’s mind together.

This, this was exactly—!

Lin Yi’s mood instantly grew somewhat excited.

Wasn’t this effect basically a straight-up [Touch of Reincarnation] plus?

Previously, the skill effect of [Touch of Reincarnation] was to obtain a small portion of the target’s attributes and memories in life by touching a dead target.

The Soul-Breaking Skill was different; any target it impaled and killed would allow Lin Yi to absorb a large amount of that target’s attributes, while also letting him read the target’s memories in life. With such an ability, calling it [Touch of Reincarnation] plus was not the least bit exaggerated.

In an instant, a massive amount of Divine Power, Power of the Primordial, and the memories unique to Qin Guang were all claimed by Lin Yi as his own, and Qin Guang’s perfect mastery over souls was no exception.

Pulling his thoughts back to reality, Lin Yi didn’t dare delay.

From Qin Guang’s memories, he learned that the blood-red murderous aura surging into the sky came from the Demon Slayer Tribe, and he also learned information regarding the Demon Slayer Tribe.

As for why such a terrifying race as the Demon Slayer Tribe would appear in the Land of the Nine Netherworld, Lin Yi had no interest at all. He knew very clearly that if he didn’t leave decisively enough, he would be stuck here forever.

Outside Qin Zhu’s palace, Mokaya and the other Divine Beings, who were usually lofty and high above, all bore wounds on their bodies.

Scattered around them lay dozens of corpses of Shagui Clan Members.

When facing ordinary creatures, all it took was displaying sufficient strength to intimidate them; that would instill fear in these creatures, disrupt their attack rhythm, even make them terrified.

But intimidation had not the slightest effect on the Demon Slayer Tribe.

The corpses of the Demon Slayer Tribe were slowly melting; their dissolving bodies would sublimate and turn into strands of blood-red mist.

These mists had an effect similar to stimulants. Once the still-living members of the Demon Slayer Tribe inhaled them, their already bloodthirsty nature would become even more brutal and frenzied, and they would fight with ever-greater ferocity.

Compared to the decadence of Mokaya and the other Upper-Rank Gods, the contrast was stark.

"Damn it, when is support from above going to arrive? These bastards seem to be getting even more excited!"

Ah Nuotuo couldn’t help grumbling.

"Support? You’re still counting on support? If the reinforcements from above could arrive on time, I wouldn’t have to fight this desperately. That damned Qin Zhu—if I get out of here alive, I’ll definitely find a chance to flay him. Hiding this many things from All Celestial Divine Beings and from us for so many years, he clearly planned to rebel!"

Shariputra clenched his fist with gritted teeth, smashing it hard into the Ghost charging at him, knocking it back violently and slamming it into the Ghost behind it.

"What’s the point of spouting all that crap? If you want to live, nobody holds back."

Even as Upper-Rank Gods, their strength was ultimately limited. No matter how loud their slogans, no matter how strong their desire to survive, there would always come a moment when their stamina ran dry. Just as these ten Upper-Rank Gods were doing their utmost to hold off the Ghosts’ assault, a murky torrent descended from the heavens, surging toward the ten Upper-Rank Gods.

This attack came without warning, yet the dangerous aura contained within it was so intense that the Upper-Rank Gods could clearly sense its arrival without even looking up.

To evade this blow from above, the Upper-Rank Gods had no choice but to abandon their original formation and scatter.

All this time, they had only been dealing with Ghosts whose individual strength wasn’t particularly formidable.

Who would have thought that Qin Zhu, who hadn’t acted for so long, would suddenly unleash a long-charged move on them? For beings of the same tier as Upper-Rank Gods, blocking such an attack was anything but simple.

The filthy, foul torrent crashed onto the plaza in front of the palace, and the nauseating stench assaulted the nostrils of the ten Upper-Rank Gods; however, their attention was not on the sky-piercing stench.

Mokaya stared fixedly at Qin Zhu, who was suspended in midair.

Over the years, in order to fully bring the Nine Netherworld under the control of All Celestial Divine Beings, the Divine Beings had not only established the Netherworld, but had also repeatedly and heavily suppressed the resources that originally belonged to the Nine Netherworld.

Who could have imagined that even with such despicable means, Qin Zhu, the King of the Nine Netherworld, had still mastered the power to control the Nine Nether River.

Feeling the chilling cold aura emanating from the Nine Nether River hanging above their heads, even as Upper-Rank Gods, they couldn’t help but feel a trace of fear in their hearts.

Thinking of the mission that brought them here—to "teach someone a lesson"—Mokaya immediately felt that those above had thrown him into a pit.

Ten Upper-Rank Gods coming to the territory of the Nine Netherworld to teach a lesson to the Lord of the Nine Netherworld really was a bit too arrogant.

With that in mind, and recalling the saying "as long as the green hills remain, there will be no shortage of firewood," the leading Mokaya instantly became much more honest.

"Uh, Qin Zhu, King of the Nine Netherworld, how about we just call it a day? I trust you also know that we came here under orders from above. We had no right to refuse."

"Now that the Demon Slayer Tribe has resurfaced, the situation has completely slipped out of our control. How about this, Qin Zhu—give us a chance and let us leave."

"Thousands of years ago, we even fought side by side."

By any calculation, Mokaya was a prominent figure of the Buddhist Sect; to say something like this was truly to cast aside all pride.

Little did he know that this seemingly sincere attitude was the most direct insult to Qin Zhu’s intelligence.