Chapter 1180

Han Li muttered a couple of words, raised his hand, and beckoned at the blood-red light cluster.

Instantly, the blood light buzzed and flew back, circled once, and obediently landed in his palm.

Han Li raised his other hand, and with a puff, purple flames instantly appeared on his arm, then spread over his entire body, enveloping him.

A huge ball of purple fire plummeted directly from the sky.

With a "bang," Han Li's fireball passed through the crimson lava as if it were nothing, sinking into the lava lake and disappearing, splashing nearby lava in all directions, but the lake surface quickly calmed, as if nothing had happened.

By then, Han Li had already sunk more than ten zhang beneath the lava, still descending slowly within the purple flames.

Though immersed in lava, the Purple Luo Extreme Flame, being an extreme cold flame, naturally isolated the high temperature outside the purple flames.

After Han Li descended more than two hundred zhang, he finally reached the lakebed, his feet stepping on the black-strewn solid ground.

Glancing around, aside from the crimson red, he saw no other colors.

Han Li frowned, spiritual power surged into his eyes, and blue light flickered deep in his pupils as he activated his Ming-Qing Spiritual Eyes.

He then lifted the blood-red jade plate in his hand.

With a tremor of the plate, it immediately began vibrating incessantly in a certain direction, as if trying to break free.

Han Li immediately flew slowly in that direction; after flying a considerable distance, the plate stopped trembling but suddenly plunged downward.

Han Li swiftly grabbed the plate again, preventing it from leaving the purple flame's range, but he also lowered his head and focused his gaze downward.

As a result, his expression shifted, he raised his hand, and a piercing golden light shot out, straight toward the lakebed below, slicing downward.

With a booming roar, the seemingly ordinary lakebed was instantly cleaved by the golden sword qi into a massive fissure seven or eight zhang long.

Blue misty light shot out from the fissure, immediately blocking the lava outside.

Beneath this lakebed, there actually existed a layer of light curtain restriction.

Han Li felt great joy in his heart and without hesitation descended onto the light curtain.

This blue light curtain was obviously not a formidable restriction; upon contact with the Purple Luo Extreme Flame, it was easily pierced open, forming a hole about one zhang in size.

Han Li himself flashed and directly entered the light curtain.

The blue light curtain immediately restored itself, blocking the lava once again from outside.

Han Li paid no heed to this, instead surveying his surroundings.

At this moment, he was in an underground tunnel, the floor and walls full of pits and depressions, extremely uneven; at first glance, it was not man-made but appeared to be a naturally formed passage.

Han Li, without a word, threw the jade plate in his hand again.

Instantly, the plate spun and turned into a wheel of blood-red full moon, shooting straight toward the depths of the tunnel.

Han Li, expressionless, lifted his feet off the ground and followed slowly behind.

After flying a distance of five or six li, the tunnel began to ascend, but after walking upward another hundred or so zhang, light appeared ahead, and they finally reached the exit.

The blood moon flew out without hesitation.

Han Li, however, flashed a wary look in his eyes, silently flicked his sleeve, and a trio of colored light flames rolled down—it was precisely that Three-Flame Fan.

He grasped the feather fan, his body flickered, and he strangely stood outside the exit, silently scanning all around.

Everywhere was pitch black, but under his Ming-Qing Spiritual Eyes, it was crystal clear.

This was actually a natural underground stone cavern, all around silent and empty of people.

Han Li's mouth twitched, his gaze fell on an exit at the far end of the cavern, as if connecting to another cavern.

The blood light flew straight toward that exit, but upon reaching it, it paused motionless, simultaneously emitting a piercing buzzing sound.

Immediately, a light crisp sound rang out; the blood moon's surface displayed over a dozen fine black cracks, flashed, and then this object dissolved into points of luminous light and scattered.

Seeing this, Han Li was not startled but delighted.

After just a few light steps, he arrived at the edge of another cavern.

Inside was indeed another cavern, larger than the one he was in. But upon focusing his gaze, he was slightly startled.

All he saw was the cavern filled with rolling black mist, nearly covering every inch. But when these mists reached the cavern's exit, they immediately halted, as if an invisible barrier blocked the seemingly empty exit.

Han Li possessed the Ming-Qing Spiritual Eyes; to ordinary cultivators, the cavern was pitch black and invisible to the hand, but to him, it was as transparent as air, so he instantly saw three women prostrate and motionless on the ground at the cavern's center.

Who else could it be but Mu Peiling and the three women!

Beneath the three women, there was also a strange magic array flickering with faint spiritual light, from which the black mist continuously ebbed out.

Han Li did not rush to charge in and rescue the three women; instead, he narrowed his eyes and probed the cavern inside and out with his divine sense, confirming that the second Nascent Soul was indeed not present here, before decisively chopping at the void near the exit with one hand.

A flash of golden light! Then came a "zila" sound, as if something had been severed, and the thick black mist immediately rolled out from within, rushing straight toward Han Li.

But Han Li merely pinched a seal with one hand; instantly, thunderous sounds erupted on his body, and a layer of golden electric arcs appeared.

Those black mists, upon contact with the electric arcs, were immediately shattered and dissipated.

Han Li took a large step forward and directly entered the black mist.

After a crackling din, as the golden arcs jumped and flashed, the black mist could not approach him in the slightest; however, these black mists seemed like living things, and in the blink of an eye, they condensed into several black snakes of varying sizes, coiling around Han Li's body, swaying their heads and tails, appearing as if they wanted to pounce but dared not.

Seeing this, Han Li's expression darkened; the Three-Flame Fan in his hand flashed and disappeared, while simultaneously, under the activation of his mental formula, the golden arcs on his body surface turned into a blinding, dazzling golden light.

He lightly shook his sleeves, and two golden electric flood dragons flew out from his cuffs, rushing at the black snakes in a tearing bite, instantly reducing them to nothing.

The two electric flood dragons, unwilling to rest, then lunged fangs and claws at the surrounding black mist; with a booming roar, the nearby black mist was swept clean, and Han Li easily arrived near the magic array.

After merely glancing at the array twice, Han Li immediately saw that this array was nothing but an extremely simple illusionary formation.

It seemed the three women had already had their magic power sealed; otherwise, such a degree of formation could absolutely not trap three Foundation Establishment cultivators.

Thinking this, Han Li pointed his ten fingers at various points of the array and flicked them repeatedly; over ten strands of golden sword qi struck the array almost simultaneously.

Instantly, the array emitted a "ga ran" sound and came to a halt.

And almost simultaneously, deep within the myriad-zhang magic abyss of Seven Spirits Island, on the platform where Han Li had gone that day and where the demon marrow had been drilled multiple times, a tall, dark shadow of a high-ranking figure suddenly opened his eyes, glowing with piercing light, within which an expression of extreme astonishment seemed to flicker.

He suddenly reached into his sleeve with one hand, and a blue-misty pearl immediately appeared in his palm; however, the originally crystal-clear and smooth surface of the pearl now displayed a conspicuous crack.

"Impossible! The restriction has actually been broken. How could that person possibly find the place so quickly? If I were in that situation, I would also be helpless." The tall black shadow spoke in a hoarse voice, muttering a few sentences, his words vaguely revealing a mixture of incredulity and gloom.

"Forget it, the person has been rescued, so be it. Originally, it was merely a backup move. However, this place is not suitable for lingering; we must immediately complete the demonic aura body infusion, then seek another secluded body for cultivation." The tall black shadow sank slightly into contemplation, muttered two more sentences, then closed his eyes again, as if he had already tossed this matter to the back of his mind.

At this moment, Han Li had already taken out a jade-green jade bottle from his body, poured out three fragrant medicinal pills from it, and stuffed one into each of the three women's mouths, then stood aside with his hands clasped behind his back, silent and motionless.

As a result, within the time it took to finish a cup of tea, the Song-surnamed woman was the first to wake up, dazed and groggy.

"Song Shi-niece, it seems your cultivation has advanced considerably — you woke up earlier than I expected." Before the woman had fully regained consciousness, an unusually familiar male voice reached her ears.

The Song-surnamed woman jolted awake, snapped to her senses, and upon lifting her head, found herself directly facing Han Li's half-smiling gaze.

"Han Shishu! No, are you really my Shishu, or is that demon infant impersonating you?" The Song-surnamed woman naturally turned pale and cried out in alarm.

"Hehe, I didn't expect my Shi-niece to be so alert. But I have painstakingly found this place. As for whether I am real or fake — do you think I am fake?" Han Li said calmly.

"You are truly Han Shishu!" The Song-surnamed woman was somewhat dazed; although she already felt six or seven tenths convinced that the man was indeed Han Li, she still hesitated to believe it readily.

Han Li gave a faint smile, said nothing, and merely beckoned to the woman with one hand.

With a few "swish" sounds, over a dozen silver needles shot out from various parts of the Song-surnamed woman's body, and Han Li caught them all in one grasp.

Almost simultaneously, the Song-surnamed woman felt her magic power, which had been unable to stir even a fraction, suddenly flow smoothly through her body.

Her face instantly showed an expression of great joy.

At this moment, Mu Peiling and Liu Yu also woke up one after another.

Upon seeing Han Li nearby, these two women were also startled.

However, Mu Peiling immediately confirmed Han Li's identity through the restriction in her spiritual sense, and at once rose with mixed surprise and joy to perform a respectful salute.

This dispelled all doubt in Liu Yu and the Song-surnamed woman, who then immediately stepped forward respectfully to pay their respects.

"Did you capture them, or was it my lost second Nascent Soul?" Han Li and the three women spoke in unison as their first sentence, directly raising the matter.

"What? Master has already seen that demon infant!" Liu Yu exclaimed upon hearing this, unable to hold back her words.

"If I had seen it, would I still be asking you three?" Han Li raised his hand, also collecting the silver needles from Liu Yu and the other two women, then spoke slowly and deliberately.

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