Chapter 1329

Han Li's position was about twenty-odd li away from the Elder Tower.

He looked from afar at the towering blue 'color' stone tower piercing the clouds, his eyes flashing incessantly.

According to his knowledge, no matter when, all human and demon races would dispatch a Body Integration elder to be stationed there.

Thinking about it, Han Li indeed felt somewhat moved.

Back when he was in the human realm, those Soul Transformation cultivators were all like dragons—seen only in part, never in full—ordinary people could hardly see them easily. But after arriving at Tian Yuan City, even Body Integration cultivators were so close to him, and in the future he would have ample opportunity to ask them for guidance.

It seems that before cleansing the foreign aura on his body, staying here is not bad.

Han Li silently pondered, as for competing with the droopy-eyed man for the spiritual land—given his divine abilities, having even clashed with Void Refinement cultivators, he naturally didn't take it to heart.

After looking for a while, Han Li's body flashed with green light, transforming into a green rainbow that shot back toward the Flying Spirit Hall.

Upon returning to his own room, Han Li immediately opened the restriction, and after confirming there was no problem, he entered the secret chamber and sat cross-legged.

Although he had considerable confidence in the battle three days later, he naturally would not neglect preparation.

However, before that, he still had a minor trouble to deal with.

Han Li flicked his sleeve, and a small silver 'color' bracelet appeared on his other hand. This object looked exquisitely delicate yet incredibly light, as if it were hollowed out.

This was precisely the Spirit Beast Bracelet, renowned alongside storage bracelets in the Spirit Realm, inside which several spaces were divided, capable of simultaneously holding different spirit beasts and spirit insects.

Since his trip to the Sunset Tomb, Han Li had stored the Gold-Eating Bugs, the Weeping Soul Beast, etc., inside it. Naturally, the original spirit beast pouch was abandoned and no longer used.

He now flicked his wrist against the bracelet, and instantly a fist-sized yellow 'color' light cluster flew out from within, rapidly expanding and transforming into a small beast bound with green ropes in five-flower binding, about a chi in size.

Exactly the mutant Leopard Kirin Beast captured by the Spirit Race in the Sunset Tomb that day.

From the memory of the Flame Devourer, Han Li already knew that this beast looked no different from an ordinary leopard, but in reality it was a demon beast with some Qilin bloodline, and since this small beast was also a mutant Leopard Kirin Beast, even before adulthood its strength was already comparable to a Nascent Soul cultivator.

When Han Li was recovering his magic power that day, he naturally had considered subduing this beast. But this beast had an extremely fierce 'nature', and had already preliminarily developed spiritual intelligence, showing a rather die-rather-than-yield attitude.

Left with no choice, Han Li could only toss it into the Spirit Beast Bracelet, planning to spend some time taming its fierce 'nature' first.

Now, this beast had been confined by him for dozens of years, and finally could no longer bear it. A few days ago, inside the Spirit Beast Bracelet, it sent him a message of submission.

But Han Li, due to enduring the heavenly tribulation and a series of events, had no time to attend to this matter.

Now, with three days available, it was sufficient for him to first subdue this beast.

As soon as the small beast emerged from the Spirit Beast Bracelet, it immediately rushed toward Han Li, emitting mournful cries, its pair of green eyes actually 'revealing' a pleading, anthropomorphic expression. Combined with its small, feline-like body, it appeared extraordinarily cute.

"Now I will implant a restriction on your body. If you release your divine sense, I will lift your bonds and give you some benefits. Otherwise, I will keep you locked for another hundred years." Han Li spoke without courtesy, directly threatening.

Although the small beast's spiritual intelligence was not high, it clearly understood Han Li's words; its body trembled, and it could only repeatedly nod its furry head.

Han Li smiled faintly, flipped his hand over, and several dozen slender silver needles appeared on his palm.

Then, with a raise, all the silver needles flashed and vanished into the small beast's body.

Immediately afterward, Han Li took out a bright red talisman, opened his mouth, and sprayed a cluster of essence blood onto it, then pinched the talisman between his fingers and lightly waved it.

With a "puchi" sound, the talisman transformed into a cluster of blood mist, rising and not dispersing.

Han Li murmured incantations, then with one hand slapped his own Tian Ling Gai; green light flickered, and a Nascent Soul several inches in size, stepping on a small cauldron, appeared.

As soon as the Nascent Soul appeared, it opened its mouth and sprayed a cluster of green light.

The blood mist, upon seeing the green light, immediately surged upward, and in an instant the two merged into one, becoming a green-red 'color' light flame.

At this moment, the Nascent Soul formed hand seals and shot several law decisions toward the light flame.

The light flame absorbed those law decisions, suddenly trembled, then violently rolled, transforming into a fist-sized ghost face.

Ferocious and vicious.

The Nascent Soul's small hand lightly pointed at the small beast.

The ghost head grinned, seeming alive as it turned, let out a whistle, and dove into the small beast's skull, vanishing without a trace.

The small beast let out a loud cry, immediately rolled its eyes and collapsed to the ground, unconscious and 'confused'.

At the same time, a layer of alternating green-red strange light appeared on its body, flickering indistinctly, bright and dark.

Seeing this, Han Li 'revealed' a satisfied 'color', and with one hand grabbed at the empty space above the small beast's body.

With a "peng" sound of a muffled impact, the green ropes binding the small beast's body broke inch by inch, turning into nothingness.

Then Han Li no longer paid attention to the small beast, placed both hands on his knees, and began to close his eyes and meditate.

For the remaining time, Han Li did not step out of the secret chamber even once, and the three days passed in the blink of an eye.

Early on the fourth day, a streak of firelight ignored the outer door's restriction, flew directly into the hall, then flashed and shot toward the secret chamber.

But when this firelight 'shot' to the secret chamber door, the door suddenly 'rippled' with a layer of pale white霞, blocking the firelight outside.

The firelight circled outside the door several times, tried again, still unable to rush in, and immediately emitted a buzzing sound.

Suddenly, the secret chamber door flashed with green light, and a figure strangely flashed out from inside the door, raised a hand, and seized the firelight in his hand.

It was Han Li, who had been in seclusion for three days.

At this moment, his expression was calm, a beast resembling a civet cat perched on his shoulder, he unhurriedly immersed his divine sense into the fireball in his hand.

It was exactly the sound transmission talisman sent by the Jade Void Pavilion regarding the争夺 spiritual land.

"Guang Wu Dian"

Han Li murmured, rubbed his hands together, and the fireball vanished instantly.

Then he strode toward the door.

Two hours later, above the open-air square of a certain great hall, Han Li floated with his robes fluttering within a vast expanse of hazy white light curtain; outside the light curtain, there was also a man wearing golden 'color' battle armor, a scar-faced burly man, standing with arms crossed, his expression icy and unusually cold.

Time passed bit by bit; Han Li waited motionless for the duration of a meal, and even the golden-armored burly man's face showed a hint of impatience, occasionally gazing upward at the seven scorching suns in the high sky, seemingly calculating the time.

Suddenly, a flash of spiritual light appeared on the horizon, a streak of blue 'color' escape light shot over, and in the blink of an eye arrived near the light curtain; its light condensed, revealing a cultivator.

"Senior, please forgive my tardiness! Junior delayed due to refining a magic treasure, so I arrived late. Junior hasn't missed the contest time, has he?" He bowed to the golden-armored cultivator, smiling apologetically.

This person was precisely the Han-surnamed man.

"Hmph! If you come even a moment later, you will lose your qualification to contend. Consider yourself lucky—you arrived at the very last moment. Hurry up and go in." The scar-faced golden-armored cultivator glanced at the droopy-eyed man, spoke impatiently.

Immediately he formed hand seals with both hands and struck a golden 'color' law decision toward the white 'color' light curtain.

Instantly, the light curtain burst with radiance, and amid a violent tremor, a passage about a zhang wide split open before the man surnamed Weng.

"Thank you, senior."

The man surnamed Weng rejoiced, his form flickered, and he turned into a dazzling blue escape light, shooting into the light curtain.

When he reappeared opposite Han Li, he glanced at Han Li, his face twisted for a moment, revealing a hint of a ferocious smile.

"Excellent! You really came; it seems you do have some courage. You dare to face me with only an early-stage realm." The droopy-eyebrowed man said gloomily.

Hearing this, Han Li's mouth corners twitched slightly, and he gave a lazy, faint smile, as if he were too lazy to even speak to his opponent.

Seeing this, the droopy-eyebrowed man's heart surged with sudden fury; the killing intent he had previously suppressed instantly rose a notch.

"Listen well, there are no restrictions in the contest for the spirit land; as long as you leave the restriction's range, any means may be used. And unless one side voluntarily admits defeat, I will not intervene in the slightest. If you truly feel your strength is insufficient, it is better to admit defeat early. Although deaths from the spirit land contest are not uncommon, it is common to be severely wounded and dropped a realm. If there are no objections, we shall begin now." The scar-faced cultivator said expressionlessly, reciting the usual words.

Han Li and the man surnamed Weng gazed at each other from afar, both silent.

The golden-armored cultivator nodded slightly and uttered the two words "begin."

In an instant, Han Li and the droopy-eyebrowed man both made their moves.

Facing an opponent whom even late-stage Soul Transformation cultivators treated with extraordinary courtesy, Han Li naturally would not slight him in the least; with a flick of his sleeve, seventy-two swords about a cun in size surged out, and amid the flashing golden light, they transformed into clusters of golden lotuses that circled his body up and down without cease.

At the same time, he opened his mouth again, and a small cauldron was spat out, which immediately, amid the burst of spiritual light, transformed into a giant cauldron about a zhang high, emitting a continuous humming sound.

It was indeed the Void Heaven Treasure Cauldron!

Meanwhile, the droopy-eyebrowed man pinched a seal with his hand, and specks of blue light emerged from his body.

These blue specks of light were only the size of rice grains, but they surged incessantly, and in the blink of an eye became densely packed, almost completely submerging his entire person.

Then, the man grabbed at the void with his other hand; a dazzling silver flash appeared, and a silver-bright dharma wheel manifested in his palm, palm-sized, but ancient and extraordinary, with layers of talismans inscribed on its surface—clearly no ordinary object.

He flung the silver wheel into the air; instantly it became a silver ball of light spinning endlessly in midair, and accompanied by the chanting of incantations, it began to swell wildly and without pause.

After a moment, the silver wheel had actually grown to three or four zhang in size, resembling a ball of silver light like a sun, blazing brightly and hovering above the droopy-eyebrowed man's head.

Having finished his spell, the man glanced toward his opponent, and his complexion involuntarily twitched slightly.

Those seventy-two golden-colored flying swords were nothing, but upon seeing the ceaselessly humming giant cauldron, his heart could not help but jolt!

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