I Can Gain One Skill Point Per Second Chapter 893: Good Fortune Will Ultimately Befall the Protagonist

Lin Yi did not claim credit for the achievement; instead, he remained humble, attributing the success of this mission to Ruolan’s swift and powerful attacks.

No woman dislikes being praised, and Ruolan, who had become an Upper-Rank God, was no exception.

Especially when praised by someone she valued, it was entirely an enjoyment for her.

Currently, the situation had begun to take shape, but it was still undecided; it was not yet time for mutual commendation.

"Wait and coordinate with me to launch a few more attacks. Once Shiva is knocked out, our goal will be achieved."

At first glance, there wasn’t much information in Ruolan’s words, but on further thought, it seemed like she was intending to spare Shiva.

Until now, they still believed that sparing Shiva could give him a chance to join Dark Star’s ranks, but this was unrealistic.

Watching Ruolan rejoin the battlefield, Lin Yi became pensive.

Shiva joining Dark Rising? It would be like inviting a wolf into the house.

Just as Lin Yi was contemplating which skills to use for a surprise attack to end Shiva, the voice of Wo Zhiqi sounded in his mind.

"Kid, that guy’s weapon looks a lot like my lifebound divine artifact from ten thousand years ago."

Upon hearing this, Lin Yi exclaimed in surprise.

What the heck?!

Divine River Song was once the weapon of Wo Zhiqi! But this seemed like quite a revelation.

Wo Zhiqi, residing in the Sea of Divine Consciousness of Lin Yi, naturally sensed Lin Yi’s thoughts.

Ten thousand years ago, after Wo Zhiqi was defeated, the Artifact Spirit whirlpool was taken by the powers of all celestial divine beings, while he himself was imprisoned.

How could a proud king allow himself to lose freedom?

For dignity and the future, Wo Zhiqi forsook his physical body, fleeing with his soul and eventually hiding in Mande Cave, until he met Lin Yi, using Lin Yi’s body to escape that timeless realm.

The reason he brought up his Artifact Spirit only now was because Wo Zhiqi believed it was likely in the hands of an Upper Plane deity; thinking about it before fully regaining his power was premature.

He never expected to encounter an old friend here.

However, the Artifact Spirit was no longer as it was back then; its vibrant clarity had faded, now only cold and murky.

Yet, the guardian and shape-shifting properties were still present.

This was how Wo Zhiqi recognized it.

Wo Zhiqi was probably planning something grand now that he mentioned it.

Thinking of this, Lin Yi directly inquired.

"Are you suggesting we take it back?"

An intelligent external divine artifact—even though Lin Yi’s understanding of this world was still limited, he was certain that an artifact of the whirlpool’s caliber was top-notch across the Three Realms and Six Paths.

"Of course, kid. I don’t have a physical body now, so even if the weapon is reclaimed, it’ll be for your temporary use. Such a divine artifact in your hands is quite the bargain for you."

Lin Yi understood well that even if another had claimed the Artifact Spirit as its master, the fact remained—it was Wo Zhiqi’s lifebound divine artifact.

The bond between a lifebound divine artifact and its original owner could not easily be severed.

Despite the Artifact Spirit now being Shiva’s divine artifact, as long as Wo Zhiqi called for it, wouldn’t it obediently return? Especially now since Shiva was half-dead; even at his peak, he couldn’t wrest control of the lifebound divine artifact.

Because the Artifact Spirit was a part of Wo Zhiqi.

"Thanks, boss. Are you ready to log in?"

Shiva, covered in sticky crimson and exposed muscles, was already pushed to his limits.

Forcing himself to stand was only for the Upper-Rank God’s last shred of dignity.

There was one thing Shiva found comforting.

The trust he had exchanged for his life truly never betrayed him in the end, and the Divine River Song remained encircling Shiva, supporting his body while also protecting him.

Unfortunately, Shiva’s mental defenses were about to collapse.

Chai Po stood opposite Shiva, watching without hurrying to attack.

His eyes were full of desire for the Divine River Song—who wouldn’t covet such a divine artifact?

In the years of Dark Rising, this god of chaos was accustomed to acting cautiously, knowing that unexpected events could occur at any moment. Without absolute certainty, he wouldn’t take risks.

The water from the Nether River, imbued with the Yin Cold Power, would have an impact upon contact. He could imagine the immense energy contained in a dying man’s counterattack, so he refrained from attacking and waited for Shiva to draw his last breath.

"Alright, alright, let’s stop. Look at your state; why don’t we just chat like brothers?"

As high-caliber fighters among the Upper-Rank Gods, the two had a decent relationship in daily life.

Chai Po put away his stance and plopped down in front of Shiva.

"Heh, what’s there to say, you traitor to the Divine Realm."

Though Shiva’s tone remained harsh, Chai Po could clearly sense all his fighting spirit had dissipated.

"I mean, you’re practically dead. Can’t you talk about something else? Haven’t you realized all these years that we’re not actually on the same side?"

Without his fighting spirit, Shiva quickly found common ground with Chai Po, though he didn’t expect Ruolan to continue her attacks even at this point.

Fortunately, the Divine River Song reacted swiftly, immediately gathering a shield from the Nether River water to protect him.

"Judging God, what are you doing? Maybe you should learn from Chai Po. I’m all but done, and you still won’t let me be?"

There was no anger in Shiva’s tone but rather a sense of helplessness at being targeted even now.

The divine power in Ruolan’s hands surged continuously, trying to break through the Divine River Song’s defenses.

The techniques of an Upper-Rank God were indeed formidable.

The defense from the Nether River water was genuinely disintegrating, and at a considerable pace, but the adaptive nature of the Divine River Song was not to be underestimated. It immediately shifted to attack Ruolan from all directions, forcing her to temporarily withdraw her assault.

Just as Ruolan was considering whether to pause her attack like Chai Po and reconnect with Shiva, a black figure suddenly appeared before the Nether River water shield without warning.

Lin Yi’s sudden appearance instantly rekindled the dormant fighting spirit within Shiva.

Losing to Qin Zhu or to Chai Po and Ruolan was nothing major to Shiva in itself, as they were powerhouses of similar strength.

But being fooled by Lin Yi—that was something he truly couldn’t stomach.

Currently, Shiva no longer had the strength to deal with Lin Yi, but he still had the artifact, Divine River Song.

Thus, with his will, Shiva maneuvered the Divine River Song to strike at Lin Yi.

However, Lin Yi’s response was beyond everyone’s expectations.

While the fearsome Nether River water would make even Upper-Rank Gods wary, Lin Yi laid his hand on the Nether River shield without any form of protection.