Chapter 1147

Han Li chuckled, said nothing more, and with a shake of the jade slip in his hand, swept his spiritual sense inside.

But after merely glancing at a few lines, Han Li's expression changed drastically—first showing astonishment, then revealing an incredulous look, and finally turning delighted.

Seeing this, the barbarian Nascent Soul cultivator was somewhat at a loss.

However, he had indeed not tampered with anything in this cultivation method, so there was nothing to worry about.

After the time it took to burn an incense stick, Han Li finished reading the jade slip at a speed far exceeding the barbarian's expectations, withdrew his spiritual sense, but his expression began to fluctuate between cloudy and clear.

"Barbarian brother, where did you learn this Heaven-Devouring Demon Art? Do you have any background on it?" Han Li asked slowly.

"Background? This demon art is a famous cultivation method in the Chaotic Star Sea, passed down for a long time. Its fame is not much less than that of the Six Paths' Six Extremes True Demon Art. However, this method has always been a single lineage, and I only learned it after encountering my master. What, is there something wrong with this method?" the Nascent Soul cultivator asked, puzzled.

"Nothing!" Han Li's eyes flashed as he shook his head, flipped his palm, and the jade slip vanished without a trace.

"If Brother Han has no time to cultivate this method, you may casually pass it on to any disciple, as long as the Heaven-Devouring Demon Art is not completely severed from transmission." Seeing Han Li's earlier odd behavior, the barbarian cultivator did not believe these words, but merely said them lightly, with no intention of pursuing the matter further.

To him, naturally, devouring the Extreme Yin Nascent Soul was still the top priority, so he immediately continued:

"Since Fellow Daoist has reviewed the cultivation method, may Barbarian proceed now?"

As he spoke, the Nascent Soul cultivator's eyes flashed with red light, and a layer of killing intent suddenly appeared on his face.

"Of course. However, Barbarian brother is currently somewhat weak; would you like me to lend you a hand?" Han Li glanced at the frozen Extreme Ji Yin Zushi, then smiled and asked.

"Thank you for your kindness, Fellow Daoist, but it is unnecessary. Although Barbarian's magic power is now less than one-tenth of what it once was, dealing with an immobile cultivator is still more than sufficient." The barbarian cultivator shook his head, speaking with unusual confidence.

"Then I will follow Barbarian brother's lead; I am waiting outside now." Han Li gave a slight smile, said no more, his form flickered, and he arrived at the entrance, slowly walking out of the stone chamber.

Immediately, only the barbarian Nascent Soul cultivator and the frozen Extreme Ji Yin Zushi remained inside.

The Nascent Soul cultivator stared at the Extreme Ji Yin Zushi, his expression turning sinister, while the Extreme Ji Yin Zushi, unable to move an inch, simultaneously revealed an expression of extreme fear in his eyes...

Han Li stood in the passage outside the stone chamber, idly playing with the jade slip in his hand, silently pondering.

The stone chamber remained utterly silent, not a single sound transmitted, and after a full quarter of an hour, a somewhat weary voice finally came through.

"Fellow Daoist Han, have you entered?" It was indeed the barbarian cultivator's voice, though slightly hoarse.

Han Li raised his eyebrows, clasped his hands together, and the jade slip in his hand vanished once again.

He then turned and walked back into the stone chamber.

Only to see that the blue ice giant still stood firm and unharmed, but inside, the Extreme Ji Yin Zushi's eyes rolled like a dead fish's, and his breath had completely ceased.

The Nascent Soul cultivator, however, hovered above the blue ice, his body faintly larger than before by about half, and full of vigorous energy, showing no trace of his earlier weakness. Only his small face was filled with an expression of utter exhaustion.

"Many thanks this time, Han brother. I have temporarily recovered about half of my vital essence and must seize this opportunity to immediately sit in meditation and pass away. Otherwise, all prior efforts would be wasted. The address of my secret cave dwelling is..." Upon seeing Han Li, the Nascent Soul cultivator immediately spoke, but toward the end, his voice lowered, and he actually transmitted the words directly.

Han Li focused his attention for a few sentences, then nodded with an unchanged expression.

"Very well, Barbarian has avenged his great grudge and will now sit in meditation and pass away here. Fellow Daoist Han, do as you please." The Nascent Soul cultivator exhaled a long breath, spoke calmly with a peaceful expression, then his form flickered and he shot to a corner of the stone chamber, sitting cross-legged.

Golden light blazed on the Nascent Soul cultivator's body, and his aura began to surge unpredictably, alternating between strong and weak.

Han Li smiled faintly, likewise no longer paying attention to the barbarian Nascent Soul cultivator's act of passing away, instead clasping his hands together and then raising them.

With a thunderclap, several thick golden arcs shot out, striking the giant ice above, bursting open in the golden light.

Instantly, the ice shattered into fragments amidst countless fine electric arcs, and the Extreme Ji Yin Zushi's physical body inside was also reduced to minced flesh.

Han Li glanced at it, confirmed there was no divided soul or second Primordial Spirit or anything similar inside, then nodded satisfied and turned away.

At this moment, as spiritual light flowed across the Nascent Soul cultivator's surface, faint cracks began to appear, within which golden light flickered, as if a golden-colored liquid were about to flow out.

Han Li narrowed his eyes, fixed his gaze on the barbarian Nascent Soul cultivator, and remained silent.

With a soft "peng" sound, the entire Nascent Soul cultivator shattered into pieces, turning into specks of golden light that vanished into the void.

Witnessing the barbarian Nascent Soul cultivator's passing, Han Li let out a light sigh, raised his hand, and flicked at the remains on the ground.

A fireball shot out, engulfing everything on the ground in firelight.

Han Li spared no glance at the firelight, transformed into a azure streak, circled once in the stone chamber, and shot out from the entrance.

In the blink of an eye, the escape light flashed in the passage and then vanished without a trace.

Because when exiting, Han Li no longer had any reservations, so with escape speed fully open, he reached the end in a moment's time.

A stone wall flashing with spiritual light blocked the way ahead.

Han Li also did not hesitate, raised his hand, and instantly golden light flashed at his fingertips, about to release sword qi to cleave the stone door in one strike.

But at this very moment, suddenly a tremendous roar like mountains moving and earth shaking came from afar, the entire passage trembled violently, and accompanied by a rumbling echo.

Han Li froze for a moment, somewhat startled in his heart, but his hand movements did not cease in the slightest; several golden-colored sword lights crossed and slashed, and the stone door split into pieces and opened.

His form flickered, and he appeared outside the stone door.

Outside was exactly a layer of the pavilion, and this stone door was merely a certain secret door in a corner of the pavilion.

However, no sooner had he exited the passage than the booming and shaking sounds increased severalfold, and from outside the pavilion gate came the sounds of someone's wild laughter, angry shouts, and from time to time, the sounds of howling explosions followed one after another, as if the stone peak had instantly become a battlefield, with someone outside casting spells and fighting.

Han Li frowned slightly, but from outside the pavilion flew in a red light; the person inside had not yet clearly seen who was in the pavilion before shouting loudly.

"Not good. The demon beasts of Iron Stone Peak have suddenly... huh! Who are you? Where is Elder Wu?" This cultivator, upon seeing someone standing in the main hall who was not the Extreme Ji Yin Zushi as he had imagined, was startled and blurted out in surprise.

But Han Li coldly snorted, opened his mouth, a golden light flashed and vanished, and immediately a miserable cry came from the opposite side.

The cultivator in the red light, having been circled by a strangely appearing sword light beside him, was severed at both body and head, and two segments of crimson broken swords fell down.

This Nascent Soul cultivator of the Nixing Alliance was also quite unlucky—he hadn't even gotten a good look at Han Li's appearance before so carelessly giving up his life.

However, from a few casual words spoken by the other party, Han Li also vaguely understood something: it seemed that sea demon beasts had suddenly launched a sneak attack on the Nixing Alliance.

Feeling some doubt in his heart, yet having no intention whatsoever to involve himself in this matter, Han Li immediately made a hand seal, restrained the aura on his body, then flickered his form, and his entire person concealed himself and hid his traces. Only then did he sway leisurely toward the pavilion exit, drifting out lightly.

But before he could even fly to the front of the gate, he heard a tremendous roar like thunder rolling from the sky:

"Tang Fellow Daoist, this time our sea clan has dispatched so many shape-shifting clansmen. You, the Nixing Alliance, are absolutely unable to resist. If you are sensible, just obediently hand over those top-grade spirit stones from the upper level right now. Our sea clan can still spare you a way to live."

The speaker's words were buzzing, but his cultivation was astonishingly extraordinary; the lower-level Nixing Alliance cultivators outside the pavilion were directly shaken by these few sentences, their bodies going limp, their spiritual power stagnating and becoming ineffective.

Upon hearing the words "top-grade spirit stones," Han Li's heart jumped, and he almost shot out from the pavilion gate without even thinking.

Following the sound, he gazed upward into the high sky.

Only to see that outside, everything had become chaotic in a mess, spiritual lights flashing everywhere, explosive sounds incessant, and moreover, dozens of cultivators and some strangely shaped demon beasts were happily fighting it out. In the high sky, pale blue clouds and mist almost covered the entire heavens.

Beneath the clouds and mist, several combat groups were locked in stalemate. One of them, an old man in a blue robe with a gaunt face, held a blue 'colored' mirror in one hand, emitting countless piercing blue lights, while wielding a blue 'colored' flying sword with the other, as if a flood dragon had emerged from the sea.

His opponent was an extraordinarily obese monk, tall and unusually built, with a gold 'colored' ring on each arm, yet holding a round bowl, exhaling puffs of blue mist that actually blocked the gaunt old man's attacks. And that thunderous roar came from the monk's mouth.

Under Han Li's gaze, which flashed with blue light, he saw several silver-shimmering scales on the monk's neck.

As for the other locations, a man and a woman were jointly fighting a scholar with a pair of short horns on his head, while a gray-robed old man used a gourd to emit gusts of yin wind, locked in stalemate with a figure wrapped entirely in red flames. Meanwhile, farther off, a large mass of blood 'colored' mist churned incessantly, within which faint roars and explosive sounds could be heard, as if someone inside was enjoying a fierce battle.

It seemed impossible to tell who would win or lose for the moment; it appeared the Nixing Alliance had prematurely recalled the Nascent Soul cultivators from the other islands, and they had indeed meddled in affairs.

Otherwise, with the usual guards on Stone Peak, they would have been breached by a single attack long ago.

"What supreme-grade spirit stones? Did I possibly mishear? I don't have any supreme-grade spirit stones!" The gaunt old man's 'color' remained unchanged as he intensified the power of his treasure, speaking lightly.

"Now, Tang Brother, you're still doing this 'covering one's ears while stealing a bell' act—don't you find it ridiculous?" The fat man laughed heartily, blue mist puffing out in clusters from his mouth, yet his face showed a look of disdain.

"So it turns out you merely heard this through hearsay. This supreme-grade spirit stone—how could it possibly still exist in the human world! On the contrary, you came to the peak without cause, slaughtering so many cultivators of our Ben Alliance—Tang Mou will certainly not let this rest." The gaunt old man chuckled in reply, but his expression turned gloomy.

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