Chapter 1320: Arrival of the Heavenly Tribulation

At this moment, Han Li was already at the foot of a small mountain two thousand miles away. His appearance had changed drastically, becoming a middle-aged man with a three-strand long beard, and his figure had also shrunk by several inches.

At this moment, there was no spiritual energy on his body, and he had returned to being an ordinary body-refining cultivator. With his eyes slightly closed, he sat cross-legged on a blue stone, his face completely expressionless.

After a while, Han Li suddenly opened his eyes, a hint of a smile appearing at the corners of his mouth, and he muttered:

"Finally, the last trace of fire spiritual energy in my body has been dissipated. Unless they come to check in person, it is absolutely impossible for them to identify me."

However, even so, Han Li had no intention of leaving right now.

Now was the time when the situation was at its peak. Even though he had changed his appearance and aura, he didn't want to take any risks.

Thus, he leaped down from the blue stone and, after a few jumps, flew toward the mountain.

Not long after, he arrived before a mountain cliff that was tightly covered by countless vines and shrubs.

Han Li looked around a few times, nodded in satisfaction, then took a deep breath. Both his fists suddenly erupted with golden light, and he struck the stone wall before him in succession.

After a series of "Boom—" loud sounds, a stone cave several zhang deep suddenly appeared.

His figure swayed, and he flashed into it bizarrely.

Then, facing the cave entrance, he backhanded another punch at the top of the cave.

Immediately, a pile of rubble fell down, blocking the cave entrance.

The stone cave immediately became pitch black.

Han Li, however, didn't care at all. He flipped his palm, and a moonstone he had prepared long ago appeared in his hand.

He grabbed the stone and patted it lightly on the top of the cave. Immediately, under the great force, the moonstone was easily embedded into the top of the cave.

Under the faint fluorescent light, the stone cave became mostly clear.

Han Li found a clean place and sat down. Only then did his spiritual ring flash, and he took out the blood-red small bottle from his storage bracelet, looking at it with glowing eyes.

Apart from continuously emitting blood-red light, the bottle itself was quite ordinary. The material felt exceptionally smooth to the touch, appearing to be ordinary porcelain.

Han Li gently stroked the small bottle with his finger, muttering to himself, while the memories of everything regarding the Divine Blood from the Spirit Race member named Shi Yan surfaced in his mind.

After a long while, he frowned and took out a jade bowl the size of a palm from his storage bracelet. Only then did he open the lid of the blood-red small bottle and tilt it gently toward the bowl.

Purple light flowed at the mouth of the bottle. It took a long time for seven or eight drops of deep purple liquid to slowly pour out, falling into the bowl and immediately dispersing, actually unable to merge into one.

Han Li narrowed his eyes and stared carefully for a while before extending a finger and touching one of the purple liquid drops lightly. As a result, the moment his finger touched it, the purple liquid actually jumped up on its own, wrapping around his fingertip as if it wanted to invade.

But Han Li raised his brows, and golden light flashed on his finger, isolating the purple liquid from his skin. Then, with a light shake, the liquid slid back into the jade bowl.

"Not bad, it is indeed the Spirit Race Divine Blood." A look of excitement flashed in Han Li's eyes.

Below, he poured the purple liquid back into the small bottle, then carefully put it into his storage bracelet, while he himself sat in the stone cave, meditating and resting.

Although he currently had no magic power, his ability to abstain from grains remained intact, so he didn't need to eat or drink anything.

Not long after, spiritual senses swept across the small mountain where Han Li was located one after another. Since there was no spiritual energy on Han Li's body, they all swept past, not noticing his existence at all.

In the first few days, these spiritual sense searches were frequent, wishing they could sweep past a dozen times a day.

But after half a month, it immediately became only two or three times, and the spiritual sense used was clearly far inferior to the powerful ones from before, indicating that the searchers had clearly been changed.

But Han Li remained calm and didn't go out.

Just like this, half a year flashed by, and no more spiritual senses appeared.

Han Li, sensing this change in the cave, felt a joy in his heart.

But he waited for another few months before opening his eyes one day, punching through the rubble at the cave entrance, and walking out slowly.

He looked around at everything, and after seeing no unusual changes, he immediately chuckled, flicked his sleeves, and strode toward the foot of the mountain.

Before long, his figure vanished without a trace in the mountain forest.

A year later, in a small city near the Sunset City, a young body-refining cultivator with an unfamiliar face arrived. After hurriedly purchasing a batch of items, he left and vanished without a trace.

Because the items were ultimately not retrieved, the matter regarding the Divine Blood gradually spread.

Coupled with the fact that some cultivators and body-refining cultivators who had participated in the Three-Race War gradually verified this matter, it caused a sensation for several years.

That the items were taken by a mere Deity Transformation cultivator even when Void Refinement-level existences like Spirit Lord Huang Liang had taken action naturally made people marvel endlessly.

Spirit Lord Huang Liang was still somewhat unwilling to give up. After returning to Sunset City, he continued to investigate this matter for several consecutive years and put a lot of effort into finding the identity of the cultivator who had taken the treasure.

The result left him incredibly helpless; the several divine abilities displayed by the treasure-taking person were all extraordinary, but it was as if they had popped out of a rock, with absolutely no clues left behind.

After another year or two, Spirit Lord Huang Liang left Sunset City and went to the Savage World with Cai Huan Hua Tianqi, and no one paid attention to this topic anymore, and the matter of the Divine Blood was left unsettled just like that.

Several years later, in the mountain belly of a towering giant mountain far from human habitation, in a space pitch-black as ink, a figure sat quietly within, golden light flickering incessantly on his body.

Beside the figure lay a blood-red small bottle, lying on its side on the ground, as if it were already empty.

The figure sat without moving, and if it weren't for the lightly rising and falling chest, it would have seemed like a clay sculpture...

A hundred years of time for mortals in the Spirit Realm represents the majority of a lifetime already passed. But for high-level cultivators with profound magic power, it was merely a fleeting moment in life.

One day, a hundred years later, the giant mountain remained the same, but a team of fully armed knights riding giant wolves escorted several exceptionally beautiful beast carts, passing slowly by the foot of the mountain.

In one of the beast carts sat three people: an old man with gray hair, a six or seven-year-old boy with a tiger-like head and brain, and a frail young girl of similar age.

The old man's forehead was full of wrinkles, but the skin below his neck had the luster and elasticity of a young man, while the pair of hands exposed outside his sleeves were as withered and shriveled as old tree roots.

But bizarrely, the fingernails on the old man's ten fingers were not only several inches long and appeared exceptionally sharp, but also flickered with faint red light, appearing mysterious to the extreme.

The pair of young children opposite also stared at the red light on the fingernails without blinking, appearing exceptionally curious.

The old man didn't have any intention of concealing the strangeness on his fingernails, just smiling at the pair of children without speaking.

Suddenly, the sound of beast hooves came from outside the window, and then a man's voice rang out outside the beast cart:

"Reporting to Elder Huo, the people sent to clear the path ahead have returned. All the beast herds and demon beasts within a thousand miles of Chuanyun Mountain have been cleared."

"Hmm, well done. In this way, our firm has opened a new trade route. Within ten years, there won't be any major problems." The old man's expression stirred, and he raised a hand, slowly pulling open the window curtain.

He saw a burly middle-aged knight riding a mutated giant wolf with snow-white fur, following respectfully beside the beast cart with a respectful expression.

"However, can you really be sure that not a single demon beast is left in this mountain? If there are demon beasts good at concealment hiding cleverly enough, and the Demon Qi Plate didn't discover them, that would also be normal." The old man looked at the knight, his tone suddenly changing to become serious.

"This shouldn't be the case. Apart from the Demon Qi Plate, the junior also invited several Immortal Masters to specifically sweep the entire mountain with their spiritual sense. Indeed, there are no demon beasts left in this mountain." The knight's expression changed slightly, but he immediately replied affirmatively.

"Oh, in that case, it seems there really is no problem. Although the few cultivators invited only have Core Formation cultivation, it's impossible for there to be any high-tier demon beasts in this mountain. Let it be, continue forward." The old man nodded in satisfaction, praised casually, and wanted to put down the window curtain in his hand.

But just at this moment, a sudden change occurred in the sky.

Suddenly, a loud sound like the heavens collapsing and the earth splitting came from the high altitude in the distance, followed by continuous rumbling sounds. Dark clouds gathered in the surrounding sky, and whistling sounds rolled over. The entire sky immediately became exceptionally gloomy.

The entire process of the sky changing actually took only a single instant; the old man hadn't even had time to close the window curtain.

"What is that..." The middle-aged knight was outside the beast cart. After sweeping his gaze, he looked at the top of the giant mountain towering into the clouds and cried out in shock.

The old man frowned and raised his hand, knocking on the carriage three times.

The beast cart paused and immediately stopped.

The old man pushed open the carriage door, walked off the beast cart, appeared on the flat ground outside, and also looked toward the high altitude where the top of the giant mountain was located.

As a result, his expression immediately changed drastically.

"Heavenly Tribulation, this is a cultivator undergoing Heavenly Tribulation! Somewhat strange, this doesn't seem like a Small Heavenly Tribulation, but it also doesn't look like a Great Heavenly Tribulation." The old man looked at the celestial phenomenon of electric snakes dancing wildly on the mountaintop in the distance, somewhat stunned.

He saw that the top of the giant mountain in the distance had already become pitch black like the bottom of a pot. Electric arcs of gold and silver colors appeared and jumped in the clouds incessantly, and the muffled rumbling sounds were exactly what was coming from there. And slightly below the black clouds, masses of hazy white hurricanes were whistling wildly, hitting the mountaintop incessantly, causing the mountain rocks to collapse and trees to fly horizontally.

At this moment, the entire caravan had stopped, and those knights were all staring blankly at this strange sight that they might not be able to witness even once in their lives.

And from the other beast carts, several people flew into the air. After circling slightly, they flew toward the old man one after another.

(End of Chapter) ===== CHAPTER 1321 =====

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