883: Chapter 872 No way, Qin Yan

Upon hearing this, Qin Yan was slightly stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized what was meant.

A Profound Truth is not merely something that simply increases a cultivator's talent.

Once a Martial Artist masters a Profound Truth to a certain degree, it can be directly imbued upon the cultivator, bringing them an extremely powerful boost in combat strength.

Back at Canglin Ancient Peak, Blood Absolute had once allowed him to briefly inherit the Blood Dao Profundity, granting him Blood Dao strength far exceeding his own Realm in a short period.

Only then was he able to join forces with Xue Liuli to completely suppress the sealed Black Demon Emperor.

"Xiao Hei, how much strength can this one percent of Darkness Profundity increase?"

As Qin Yan dashed toward the last remaining hundred-foot Eighth-Rank Time Spirit, he used his Divided Soul to ask Xiao Hei.

Xiao Hei pondered for a moment before giving a roughly accurate answer.

"There is no specific way to define this. One percent of Darkness Profundity can greatly enhance the wielder's control over Darkness Power.

If one had to say, one percent of Darkness Profundity could instantly grant an ordinary Martial Artist the strength of a top-tier Great Grandmaster at the Middle Stage."

Upon hearing this, Qin Yan couldn't help but compare it to the terrifying power he had erupted with under the infusion of the Blood Dao Profundity back then.

At that time, with a wave of his hand, he could cause space to collapse and shatter, and to collapse space, the minimum threshold for combat strength had to be at the Venerable level.

"It seems that the Blood Dao Profundity that Hall Master Blood Absolute infused into my body back then was at least two percent."

Qin Yan pondered inwardly.

During that battle at Canglin Ancient Peak, under the infusion of the Blood Dao Profundity, he could cause space to collapse and shatter with every movement.

And to cause space to collapse, the minimum threshold for combat strength had to be at the Venerable level.

Calculating based on Xiao Hei's previous remark that one percent of Darkness Profundity corresponds to the strength of a top-tier Great Grandmaster at the Middle Stage, the amount of Blood Dao Profundity Blood Absolute had infused into his body was definitely far more than one percent.

"Xiao Hei, can you also infuse one percent of Darkness Profundity into my body?"

Qin Yan asked immediately.

If he could imbue himself with one percent of Darkness Profundity, the intensity of his Darkness Power would instantly soar to the level of a top-tier Great Grandmaster at the Middle Stage. Coupled with his own powerful Darkness Power, his combat strength would likely not be weak even among a group of Great Grandmaster powerhouses.

However, Xiao Hei's answer was like a bucket of cold water that extinguished the hope he had just ignited.

"No, Qin Yan. Your current strength is not enough, and your body is already carrying so much Yin-Yang Profound Truth.

Once one percent of Darkness Profundity enters your body, your body won't be able to bear it at all and will directly explode."

Qin Yan fell silent upon hearing this.

As expected, he was still too weak right now.

His Foundation was not yet deep enough, and he could not yet bear more Profound Truth infusions.

The road to becoming stronger was still very long.

Qin Yan collected his thoughts and stopped thinking about it, continuing to dash headlong toward the only remaining hundred-foot Eighth-Rank Time Spirit.

His speed was extremely fast; in the blink of an eye, he had crossed dozens of feet of sea area and appeared directly in front of that Time Spirit.

The Dark Emperor Golden Body boomed into existence behind him. Qin Yan's figure turned into a streak of light and merged into the golden body. With the infusion of the dark firmament scepter, his Mental Energy soared once again to the Great Grandmaster Realm of 600 He.

"Hand of the Dark Abyss!"

Qin Yan unleashed his ultimate move right from the start.

There was no other way; time was pressing.

Those two Ninth-Rank Time Spirits could return at any moment. If he didn't clear away these troublesome Eighth-Rank Essence Spirits as quickly as possible, he would be caught in a pincer attack and face enemies from both front and back.

The Dark Emperor Golden Body raised the dark firmament scepter in its hand, and the black ring at the top of the scepter began to rotate slowly.

A pitch-black tentacle extended from within.

That tentacle was like a limb reaching out from the abyss, carrying an ancient and terrifying aura.

And after the first pitch-black tentacle extended, another pitch-black tentacle immediately extended from inside the ring!

Like two vines growing together from the same root, they echoed each other yet remained independent.

The two pitch-black tentacles stood in the Void Realm, and where they were located, spatial cracks began to emerge.

Black cracks spread like spiderwebs in the silver seawater, emitting a sizzling sound.

In the palm of the first tentacle, five Darkness Runes circulated simultaneously, and five Darkness lasers, condensed to the extreme, were slowly taking shape.

The pressure emitted by each laser was enough to instantly kill an ordinary Eighth-Rank Great Grandmaster.

And in the palm of the second tentacle, only one Darkness Rune lit up, and one Darkness laser was slowly condensing under the impetus of the rune.

This Darkness tentacle had only just been unlocked; to activate more Darkness Runes, he would have to wait until his Mental Energy improved further.

"Buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz—!"

A total of six Darkness lasers shot out simultaneously from the palms of the two tentacles, like six spears of judgment condensed from pure Darkness rules.

Carrying a terrifying, world-destroying momentum, they blasted toward that Eighth-Rank Time Spirit.

Looking at the six Darkness lasers emitting a deadly aura before it, the Time Spirit's massive body trembled violently and uncontrollably.

This power was simply too terrifying.

"Roar—!"

The Time Spirit was afraid; it panicked and let out a wail for help toward the three "older brothers and sisters" in the distance who were each fighting bitterly.

However, the plight of its "older brothers and sisters" was even more tragic than its own.

The hundred-foot Eighth-Rank Essence Spirit that was equal in strength to it had long since been shot into silver fragments filling the sky by the Darkness lasers released by the Shadow Clone, leaving not even a sliver of room for struggle.

And its two strongest "older brothers and sisters," with bodies as high as five hundred feet, were in even worse trouble.

The two were being whipped crazily by the branches of Xiao Hei's Clone like spinning tops; each strike caused their massive bodies to roll violently several times.

Let alone coming to save it, they couldn't even stabilize their own figures.

The six Darkness lasers, without any obstruction, pierced directly through the massive body of this Eighth-Rank Essence Spirit.

Blasting it into countless tiny fragments of time energy.