Chapter 1262: Sweeping Across the World

Once the wooden box was opened, the incomplete jade tablet was revealed inside. Han Li scanned the green jade slip with his spiritual sense; it contained annotations on the contents of the jade tablet, with every word being profound and mysterious. After reading it through carefully, although it was impossible to grasp and master it immediately, it should be authentic.

Han Li put both items away and smiled faintly at the boy:

"Since you have done this, I will not break my word. I will immediately begin using a secret technique to slowly sever the connection between your primordial spirit and the Profound Heaven Tripod. However, this process will likely take several decades, so you cannot be too impatient."

"That goes without saying. I only need to recover my physical body before you ascend." The boy seemed quite satisfied with Han Li's promise. After saying this, his figure flickered, and the phantom dissipated and vanished.

Han Li pondered for a moment, then opened his mouth, and a stream of green mist sprayed out, wrapping around the small tripod.

Under the glow, the tripod shrank rapidly and was swallowed into his mouth in a flash.

Almost at the same time, the Nascent Soul meditating within his body suddenly opened its eyes. With a wave of its small hand, the inch-sized green tripod appeared strangely before it.

The Nascent Soul then tossed the tripod in front of it and formed hand seals. Suddenly, green spiritual light emerged from its body, enveloping both the tripod and the Nascent Soul. In the hazy glow, the situation inside could no longer be seen clearly.

At this moment, Han Li's expression remained as usual. His escape speed increased by a few points, and in the blink of an eye, he disappeared at the end of the horizon.

Not long after, a mysterious cultivator began to appear in various cultivation lands of the mortal world, specializing in collecting rare treasures and secret techniques. These items were either related to spatial divine abilities or possessed extremely strong defensive power.

However, this mysterious cultivator had an extremely high standard, and there were very few places where he would take a fancy to something and make a move. Furthermore, his actions were clean and efficient. Every time he appeared, his face, figure, and clothing were different. Whether he bought them by force or broke through restrictions to take them quietly, it was impossible to track him.

The only thing the knowledgeable cultivators knew was that this person's divine abilities were unfathomable; even Nascent Soul cultivators were like young children in his hands, with no power to resist. Fortunately, this mysterious cultivator only cared about treasures and would at most heavily injure his opponents, never killing anyone.

Therefore, although the sects and forces that lost treasures and techniques felt great regret, they were afraid of the other party's astonishing divine abilities and did not dare to publicize it or investigate deeply. They could only sigh and consider themselves unlucky.

As for ordinary cultivators, they naturally knew nothing about this mysterious cultivator.

Just like this, time passed year by year.

One day, seventy years later, on the peak of a nameless high mountain on the Tian Sha Continent, the mysterious cultivator was standing on a rock, looking at the two old men who were glaring fiercely at him in the air, his expression blank.

At this moment, he was a middle-aged Confucian scholar with a three-stranded beard, wearing a pitch-black robe.

The two old men were one at the early Nascent Soul stage and one at the mid Nascent Soul stage, which could be considered top-tier existences on the Tian Sha Continent.

"No matter who you are, if you are sensible, hand over the Golden Shimmer Ring you stole immediately. To be able to penetrate our sect's restricted area and steal the treasure, you must be at least a mid Nascent Soul cultivator. Why do such a disgraceful thing?" an old man with thick eyebrows said sharply.

The other party's escape speed was not too fast, so after some pursuit, they caught up to him. However, the other party was shrouded in heavy mist, and they could not see through his cultivation level at all. These two cultivators also felt a bit strange in their hearts, so they did not act immediately and said these words to probe him.

The mysterious cultivator's eyes flickered. He raised his hand, and an object shot out, flying toward the old man who had spoken.

The old man was startled and subconsciously grabbed at the air with one hand, immediately sucking the object into his hand.

It was actually a storage pouch.

The old man couldn't help but show a trace of confusion.

"The Golden Shimmer Ring is of great use to me. Consider the spirit stones in the pouch as my payment for buying this treasure," the mysterious cultivator said expressionlessly, his voice slightly hoarse.

"Bullshit! The Golden Shimmer Ring is our sect's treasure. Even if you give us more spirit stones, our sect will not sell it." The old man was first startled by the number of spirit stones in the pouch, but upon hearing the other party's subsequent words, he became furious.

"In that case, I can't help it. I will not return this treasure," the mysterious cultivator said indifferently.

"Hmph, then leave your life behind as well, fellow Daoist." The other old man with eagle eyes suddenly said gloomily. Then, he opened his mouth, and a red light shot out. In a flash, it reached the top of the mysterious cultivator's head.

Seeing that the other party was unwilling to return the treasure, this mid Nascent Soul cultivator attacked without mercy.

But an incredible scene occurred.

The mysterious cultivator opposite did not use any treasures; he simply drew a circle in the air with one hand, and circles of gray mist appeared out of thin air, then rolled upward.

The red light was swept by the gray light, immediately shook, its spiritual light dissipated, and it revealed its original form.

It was actually a crimson small sword, several inches long, flashing with cold light.

At this moment, the small sword was spinning non-stop in the gray mist, seemingly having lost its own power.

The eagle-eyed old man in the air who had released the flying sword was both shocked and angry. At this moment, he had actually lost his spiritual connection with the flying sword.

The thick-browed old man beside him saw that something was wrong. Without hesitation, he gave a loud shout and shook his sleeve, and a golden square object was sacrificed.

As soon as this object appeared, its size expanded wildly, turning into a golden giant brick several feet long, smashing fiercely toward the bottom, as if a small mountain were pressing down.

The mysterious cultivator below gave a light exclamation, then his brows twitched, and he slowly drew a half-circle in the air above his head with his other hand.

After a "puff" sound, a thicker gray mist rolled upward, colliding exactly with the golden brick.

As a result, the mist only swept across the surface of the golden brick, the treasure's spiritual light scattered, and its size suddenly shrank, rolling around uncontrollably.

The mysterious cultivator reached out and beckoned to the air again. The golden brick and the crimson small sword, having revealed their original forms, trembled and fell straight from the air, about to land in the hands of the cultivator below.

The eagle-eyed old man was truly anxious now. Without thinking, he grabbed at Han Li in the air.

Immediately, a white giant hand appeared below, then the five fingers closed, turning into a giant palm, slapping down fiercely. He actually wanted to kill the mysterious cultivator in one blow.

But the cultivator below just flicked his finger at the air.

With a flash of golden light, a golden sword Qi slashed across, and the light fist was instantly split into two, turning into dots of white light and disappearing.

Seeing this, the eagle-eyed old man's face turned pale.

The mysterious cultivator then weighed the two treasures in his hands, looked at the two people in the air, and said coldly.

"If I add these two treasures, are you two fellow Daoists willing to exchange?"

The two old men's hearts sank. They really couldn't believe that the other party could take away their magic treasures and crush their secret techniques in a single encounter. And what kind of divine ability was that gray mist to have such heaven-defying power?

For a time, neither of them dared to speak rashly again.

Seeing this, the mysterious cultivator chuckled, suddenly tossed the treasures in his hands into the air, his own spiritual light flashed, and he turned into a green rainbow and shot away.

Seeing this, the two old men were startled. They hurriedly formed hand seals to retrieve their treasures first, then looked at the distant escape light, unable to help but look at each other.

"Senior brother, should we chase after him?" After a long while, the thick-browed old man asked hesitantly.

"Chase? With what? The other party clearly showed mercy. If we are not sensible and go after him, I'm afraid we will really provoke his killing intent," the eagle-eyed old man said helplessly.

"But the Golden Shimmer Ring is our sect's supreme treasure. To lose it just like this, we won't be able to explain it to the sect," the thick-browed old man said, still feeling a bit unwilling.

"What is there to explain? Who told you and me that our divine abilities are inferior to others? The cultivation world has always been about the strong preying on the weak. The Golden Shimmer Ring wasn't our sect's treasure originally; it was snatched by our sect's ancestor from another sect. Now that it has been taken away by someone else, we can only consider ourselves unlucky. Let's go back. You and I still have useful bodies to support the entire sect," the eagle-eyed old man said with a bitter smile, then turned into a red light and headed in the opposite direction.

The thick-browed old man was stunned for a long while before letting out a long sigh and following closely behind in an escape light.

In another high altitude far away, after the mysterious cultivator had flown for tens of thousands of miles, his escape light suddenly stopped, and he actually hovered in the air.

Then, a series of cracking sounds came from the escape light. This person's figure grew an inch taller, and at the same time, green spiritual light swirled on his face. After a slight blur, his face changed drastically, revealing the face of an ordinary young man.

It was Han Li himself.

At this moment, he shook his sleeve, and a golden ring appeared in his hand. With a grab and a slight shake, countless phantoms emerged, which was extremely miraculous.

"Not bad. In terms of defensive power alone, this treasure should be ranked in the top three among the treasures I have obtained in recent years," Han Li said to himself with a smile on his face, extremely satisfied.

"It's about time. Fellow Daoist Han should also go back for a visit. Otherwise, if that spatial node suddenly collapses, you will regret it too late," a chuckle from the boy came from Han Li's sleeve.

"There is no need for Fellow Daoist Tian Lan to remind me. I am already prepared to return. Over these years, although I have obtained some treasures and secret techniques, except for four or five of them, I am not satisfied with the others. Most of them have great reputations, but they are really not as good as their names suggest. I estimate that after entering the spatial node, they will be useless," Han Li's expression suddenly sank, and his voice became a bit low.

"You can't say that. Compared to the ordinary ancient treasures of the mortal world and spirit treasures like the Eight Spirit Ruler, naturally, you can't look them in the eye. Just having these treasures and secret techniques is better than having none. Moreover, over these years, although you have been running around the mortal world, haven't you also grasped a point or two of the things in the Golden Que Jade Book? These things might save your life at that time," the boy said leisurely.

"Perhaps!" Han Li said noncommittally, but the palm hidden in his sleeve clenched its five fingers inadvertently, then let go gently.

The boy transformed by the Tian Lan Beast naturally didn't know that his greatest harvest over these years was neither the treasures and techniques he had collected, nor the things in the Golden Que Jade Book, but something else...

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