639: Chapter 639 Divine Splitting Blade!!

Qin Yan walked over to the table in the center of the hall and saw two sets of white robes placed neatly upon it.

The pure white base was as clean as fresh snow, without a single speck of other colors.

The surface of the robes was embroidered with delicate cloud-like patterns; the silver-white cloud patterns shimmered with a soft luster under the dim light, being neither ostentatious nor lacking in elegance.

Qin Yan reached out and picked up one set, examined it closely, then walked into the bedroom and changed into these new clothes.

A moment later, Qin Yan stepped out of the bedroom.

The White Profound Robe fit his body perfectly, making his already tall and straight posture appear even more heroic.

The cut of the robe was just right, neither restricting his movement nor appearing loose.

The silver-white cloud patterns faintly appeared on the hem and cuffs, swaying gently with his movements as if actual mist and clouds were swirling around him.

"These robes are quite comfortable to wear."

Qin Yan moved around a bit, stretching his arms, twisting his waist, kicking his legs, and bending over; his movements were smooth and natural.

Furthermore, he discovered that there were tiny patterns on the robe shimmering slightly.

They looked like the lines of some Formation, winding and flowing across the robe, emitting a faint spiritual light.

Qin Yan tried to circulate a wisp of True Qi and lightly struck the robe.

The patterns on the surface of the robe instantly lit up, forming a thin barrier of spiritual light that neutralized most of the wisp of True Qi.

Although the degree of protection wasn't large—it could probably only weaken an attack by about ten percent—it was already quite good for a robe worn daily.

After all, this wasn't some defensive spirit weapon or precious armor, but the standard-issue robe that every Inner Court Disciple had—the White Profound Robe.

Indeed, from now on, as long as they were within the Holy Land, they would have to wear these robes.

This was the symbol of one's status as an Inner Court Disciple of the Holy Land.

Outer Court Disciples wore Grey Profound Robes; the dusty grey color represented the ignorance and greenness of just entering the Holy Land.

Inner Court Disciples wore White Profound Robes; pure white as snow, representing growth and transformation.

Higher up, Core Disciples wore Blue Profound Robes; deep as the sea, representing even deeper foundations and strength.

And if one became a Saint or Saintess, they would wear noble purple robes; elegant and dignified, like the purple qi coming from the east, representing the highest glory of the Holy Land's younger generation.

Qin Yan had heard that those Purple Profound Robes were crafted by powerful Artifact Refiners in the Sect at a massive cost, possessing various mystical properties.

Some could accelerate Spiritual Qi absorption, some could enhance the recovery of Mental Energy, and some could even block a fatal blow for the owner at a critical moment.

Every Purple Profound Robe was a unique treasure, worth a fortune.

After changing his robes, Qin Yan didn't waste any time and immediately picked up the moyuan spirit weapon to begin his daily training.

With the long spear in hand, spear shadows layered upon each other.

He performed the Ice Flame Spear Technique over and over again.

In the cultivation room, the wind from the spear whistled, and cold and heat intertwined, leaving shallow marks on the walls.

After the training ended, Qin Yan soaked in the spirit pool for a while, letting the dense Spiritual Qi nourish his tired body.

When night fell, Qin Yan sat cross-legged and continued to comprehend the first of the Four Secrets of the Heavenly Demon—Shadow Clone.

The chains condensed from the Darkness Profundity floated within his body, emitting a deep and dark light.

Qin Yan immersed his Mental Energy into them, as if diving into an endless ocean of darkness.

With the help of a large amount of Darkness Profundity, Qin Yan's speed in comprehending the Shadow Clone was extremely fast.

During this time, Qin Yan also tried using Skill Points to upgrade the Shadow Clone to see if he could speed up the comprehension.

The result was very unsatisfactory.

After throwing in nearly a thousand Skill Points, the progress of the Shadow Clone only increased by one percent.

"A thousand Skill Points for one percent..."

Qin Yan looked at this result and smiled bitterly in his heart.

One must know that if a thousand Skill Points were used for the Dao of Alchemy, it would be enough to increase his current Alchemy progress by more than five percent.

This showed just how difficult it was to comprehend the Four Secrets of the Heavenly Demon.

If he didn't possess the Darkness Profundity, just learning this secret technique alone could have stalled him for an unknown amount of time.

Therefore, in the following period, Qin Yan even temporarily set aside his Spear Technique training and spent all his time comprehending the Shadow Clone.

His mental world was almost completely immersed in that ocean of darkness.

Time flew by during this high-intensity comprehension.

...

Time soon reached April 10th.

Evening.

Qin Yan sat cross-legged in the cultivation room, his eyes slightly closed and his expression calm.

Around him, waves of invisible mental fluctuations slowly spread through the air.

These fluctuations were invisible to the naked eye, but if anyone approached, they would surely feel an inexplicable palpitation—it was the pressure of dark-attribute Mental Energy, cold, eerie, and profound, making one shudder.

A thin layer of black mist permeated the air.

That black mist was not Devilish Qi, nor was it True Qi, but the pure manifestation of Mental Energy.

They surged from the point between Qin Yan's eyebrows, wrapping around his body like threads, enveloping him in a hazy darkness.

Qin Yan formed seals with his hands, his fingers flying, leaving behind afterimages of mysterious hand seals in the void.

His movements weren't fast, but every hand seal was incredibly precise, as if tempered a thousand times over.

As the hand seals changed, the black mist around him began to surge, as if stirred by an invisible hand, becoming more violent and thick.

The black mist rotated, condensed, and compressed above his head, gradually forming a light ball as black as ink.

That light ball emitted a heart-palpitating aura.

"Divided Soul Blade, condense!"

Qin Yan gave a low shout, his voice deep and powerful, echoing in the quiet cultivation room.

As the words fell, the ball of black mist trembled violently and then began to rapidly deform.

The black mist gathered toward the center, compressing, condensing, and stretching—

In the blink of an eye, a pitch-black blade appeared above his head.

The blade was about three feet long, its body as black as ink, its edge as thin as a cicada's wing; on the hilt, a dark rune was faintly visible, flickering and emitting an eerie light.

The entire blade was pitch black, yet an indescribable luster flowed over its surface, like stars in the dark night, deep and mysterious.

It floated above Qin Yan's head, motionless, yet it emitted an invisible pressure that made one dare not look directly at it.

The Divided Soul Blade—the most critical step in the secret technique of Shadow Clone.

Only by condensing the Divided Soul Blade can one split the spirit into two and create a Shadow Clone.

This step was extremely dangerous.

With even the slightest carelessness, the spirit would suffer heavy damage, ranging from being unable to recover for months to a regression in Mental Energy or even permanent hidden injuries.

Qin Yan took a deep breath, calming the nervousness in his heart.

He believed he could do it.