Chapter 685: Chapter 311: Divine Power of the Light Realm, Weakening of the Wisdom Seed Please continue reading on ΒOXΝʘVEL.ϹΟM . Han Yi was indeed tempted. After all, this was only the second time he had encountered something that could cause a change in the panel in all these years. The last time was that jade arm that jumped out of Zhang Tu’s body. However, after swallowing that jade arm, he didn’t know whether it was because he hadn’t met the conditions or some other reason, but there was no substantial change in the system panel. This time, the panel directly prompted that if Han Yi really absorbed that ‘Life Seed’, the panel should change. This change should be positive and should be extremely important for him. But Han Yi didn’t dare to take any risks, betting that he could safely absorb the ‘Life Seed’. After all, this was the Scarlet Dimension. Here, even Nascent Soul, Spirit Transformation, Half-immortal, or even True Immortal were not decisive. At least the Profound Immortal and above were the decisive forces in this battlefield. Han Yi still intended to use Soul-devouring and Disguise Technique to mix among the Ghost Witches, looking for a chance to leave. He wouldn’t naturally assume that jumping into the cave would lead him safely to the place where the Life Seed was, and then he could happily absorb it and leave. Jumping into the cave would most likely lead him to a place where he would die without a burial ground. Han Yi carefully walked through the gaps where there were fewer cultivators and Ghost Witches, traveling through the battlefield. Every time he passed by a cave that spewed out scarlet breath, he would stop and sense it. As expected, the panel prompt would appear in front of him. This prompt was more like a certain program, where one could sense the Life Seed within a certain distance, but couldn’t sense it once beyond that distance. Han Yi ignored the prompts and continued to walk in one direction. There were too many cultivators he encountered along the way, including Human Clan, Evil Clan, and even some Ancient Alien Race, which only belonged to legends in the Yu Heng World. As for the number of Ghost Witches, they were endless and inexhaustible. In the Scarlet Dimension, Ghost Witches, who had the immortal body, were the nightmare of all cultivators. Under the process of mutual consumption, cultivators in the Immortal Realm could not cope with the Ghost Witches. Two hours later. (vitag.Init = window.vitag.Init || []).push(function(){viAPItag.display("vi_765923973")}) After a long period of observation, Han Yi discovered a regular pattern. Although the number of Ghost Witches remained unchanged, the newly condensed Ghost Witches from the caves emitting the scarlet breath were weaker. At first, he could encounter when some Ghost Witch revived, which could kill Nascent Soul Late Stage, but later, the strongest resurrected Ghost Witch he encountered could only kill Mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivators. Han Yi speculated that their Nascent Soul, even including Spirit Transformation and Half-immortal, were all serving a consuming effect. Each time a Ghost Witch was killed, it would consume a trace of the power of this dimension. This was consistent with his guess that all the Nascent Soul cultivators were cannon fodder. This situation made Han Yi’s face extremely ugly, and his desire to accumulate Immortal Merit, leave the frontline Immortal Castle, and return to the Immortal Realm grew stronger. That’s why. After walking toward the periphery for another two hours, he immediately changed his mind. With a flash of his figure, he rushed towards a Ghost Witch, his hand raised and his sword fell. The Ghost Witch died, dissipating into the scarlet earth below. Han Yi’s figure flickered and exchanged a glance with a surrounding Ghost Witch. The Ghost Witch screamed but did not move. Han Yi stepped back, flickering in the battlefield, confusing his figure, changing his appearance to that of the just-killed Ghost Witch, and then continued hunting for the next Ghost Witch. In this way, he traversed the battlefield, staying away from the Nascent Soul Late Stage cultivators and Ghost Witches, hunting down Ghost Witches that were equivalent to Early-stage or Mid-stage Nascent Soul strength. With each Ghost Witch he killed, a corresponding enemy kill record would appear on the Immortal Path Emblem he had received from the Immortal Castle. These records could be converted into Immortal Merit after returning to the Immortal Castle and could be exchanged for Spiritual Treasures, Immortal Artifacts, Pills, Formations, etc. Even if the Immortal Merit reached a certain standard, one could apply to be transferred back behind the lines. This was what Zhao Xuan Yi had said before. However, according to him, one needed a hundred thousand Immortal Merit to apply for a transfer back. But such a high number of Immortal Merit was almost impossible for a cultivator to achieve. Because in the battlefield, killing an enemy of the same rank could only count as one Immortal Merit. If one killed an enemy of the higher rank, it would be calculated ten times. In other words, for an ordinary Early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, he needed to kill a hundred thousand same-rank Nascent Soul or ten thousand Mid-stage Nascent Soul enemies to accumulate a hundred thousand Immortal Merit. This was a task that was basically impossible to accomplish. Moreover, if there really was such an earth-defying cultivator, the corresponding Immortal Palace would naturally cultivate him as a core member. By the time he reached Half-immortal, he would be sent to the frontlines for practice, and he wouldn’t be sent to the front lines in a hurry during the Nascent Soul stage. Because at this stage, it was all about luck rather than strength. As Han Yi had guessed, even Spirit Transformation cultivators on the front line in the Immortal Realm were considered cannon fodder. Only Half-immortals could play a certain role. At this moment. Han Yi’s mindset changed, and he began to let go, killing the Ghost Witches. One after the other, they returned to the scarlet earth, each adding a record of enemy kills to his emblem. In the vast region, tens of millions of Nascent Soul cultivators and an even greater number of Ghost Witches fought. The number of Ghost Witches Han Yi had killed was not small for an individual, but it was insignificant in the grand scheme of the entire battlefield. An hour later. Han Yi crouched down beside a cave that was emitting scarlet breath. Before this, he had observed this cave for an incense stick’s amount of time. The Ghost Witches that condensed from this cave were getting weaker and weaker. Not long ago, even the Ghost Witches that had reached the Early-stage Nascent Soul level had condensed from it.