Chapter 1767

In a certain unnamed grand canyon within a mountain range, a seemingly ordinary white cloud drifted leisurely in the high sky. WWW. feiazw. COM

Within the cloud, two Rong tribesmen covered in fluffy 'hair' hid secretly, whispering to each other.

"Brother Xuan, the several Violent Tribe members who left have been gone for over a day. Why haven't they returned yet? Could something have happened?" A Rong tribesman with a blue mole on his forehead said anxiously to his companion.

"What accident could happen! The two fleeing Sky Cloud people have both suffered great vital essence loss, while the pursuing Violent Tribe numbered four—there won't be any problem. Most likely, those two Sky Cloud people used some secret art to stimulate their potential, hence taking a bit more time." Another Rong tribesman, wearing a set of crimson battle armor, replied dismissively.

"Hmm, those two Sky Cloud people are indeed versed in some strange evasion techniques; otherwise, they wouldn't have escaped that day." The first speaker, the Rong tribesman, seemed convinced and nodded.

"However, the final part of the golden seal script incantation in the secret cavern actually requires multiple pieces of Guanghan Order to lift the restriction. Truly unexpected. This way, we have no choice but to wait for other teams' tribesmen to arrive. I don't even know if two pieces of Guanghan Order are truly sufficient. Perhaps three or four pieces are needed. If that's truly the case, we might only obtain a fragmented ***." The armored Rong tribesman sighed.

"The restriction of the final part of the golden seal script differs greatly from the previous parts; it is obviously the most important section. If this final incantation is missing, even if this immortal realm cultivation method is profoundly wondrous, it would likely be difficult to cultivate successfully. It's a pity that none of us recognize this golden seal script, the true immortal realm divine text. Otherwise, we could first contemplate the earlier content and at least have a clear idea in mind." The blue-mole Rong tribesman also looked somewhat gloomy.

"Since it's the *** recorded in the golden seal script, how could we possibly give it up easily? The trouble is, the nearest team is four or five days' journey away. If we truly need more Guanghan Orders, we might have to waste several months here. In that case, our original secluded advancement plan might all be thrown into 'chaos'." The armored Rong tribesman's face darkened involuntarily.

"Indeed, it's somewhat troublesome. But if this golden seal script cultivation method is truly useful, perhaps it could strengthen our entire tribe by a notch. Compared to that, other matters are nothing." The blue-mole Rong tribesman furrowed his brow and spoke slowly.

"That said, the Guanghan Realm is still an excellent opportunity for us to enter the Saint stage. I don't want to miss this fine opportunity." The armored Rong tribesman spoke with some gloom.

"Now speaking of other things is useless. We can only hope other teams receive our message and quickly send the Guanghan Orders over. Just thinking about it feels somewhat unbelievable. All along, we've only regarded the Order as the key to enter the Guanghan Realm. Who would have thought? This Order actually has great use for some restrictions in this realm. In the future, I must definitely report to the tribal elders that, when opening the Guanghan Realm later, we should pay more attention to this matter..."

Thus, these two Rong tribesmen hid in the white cloud, chatting idly, one sentence after another.

But if heard from outside the white cloud, not a single word would 'leak' out.

The white cloud they hid in was actually transformed from some mysterious prohibition. These two were, naturally, Rong tribesmen on sentinel duty.

These two Rong tribesmen did not know that, while they were speaking, an illusory figure undetectable by divine sense hovered silently above the white cloud by over a hundred zhang, scrutinizing them without restraint.

The white cloud-like prohibition seemed utterly unable to block this person's gaze.

This figure was precisely Han Li, who had finally arrived at this place after spending about half a day rushing here.

Although the white cloud prohibition was quite mysterious, Han Li, relying on his Spirit Eye divine ability, still detected the presence of these two foreign tribesmen a step earlier.

Immediately, from afar, he used the Taiyi Huaqing Talisman, rendering his body incorporeal, before slowly flying to this location.

Relying on his divine sense, far superior to that of the two below, the words of these two Rong tribesmen's conversation naturally entered his ears.

Upon learning the Rong tribesmen had not succeeded, he inwardly exhaled in great relief. But upon hearing that the restriction in the secret cavern still required Guanghan Orders to break, his divine 'color' changed slightly.

But Han Li immediately recalled something and quickly returned to his original state.

A flash of cold light appeared in his eyes as he gazed deeply downward, then his body moved and he drifted slowly toward the canyon below.

The two foreign tribesmen below, so close yet unaware of his presence—if he intended to act, he could naturally slay them easily.

However, thinking that the two might possibly possess life-bound tablets or similar items, if he truly slew them, he would likely immediately alarm the other Rong tribesmen in the secret cavern, so this thought was abandoned.

After all, he did not come on this trip to kill people.

Before seeing the golden seal script ***, he had absolutely no intention of alarming the Rong tribesmen.

Han Li pondered thus in his heart, then drifted lightly and deeply into the canyon for several tens of zhang, while blue light flickered in his eyes as he swept his gaze across both sides of the canyon.

His divine 'color' stirred, and his gaze suddenly fixed upon a certain stone wall.

The stone wall's 'color' was pale yellow, its surface cracked with several stone patterns, appearing utterly ordinary.

But in Han Li's eyes, viewed from a certain strange angle, these stone patterns formed a Northern Dipper star map.

A flicker of joy 'color' crossed his face; without hesitation, he activated his body and lunged straight toward this stone wall.

"Puff!"

A faint spiritual light flashed on the stone wall's surface, and his body entered it without the slightest obstruction.

The next moment, Han Li only felt his vision brighten, and suddenly appeared in an unusually wide passage.

On the four walls of the passage, fist-sized crystal stones were inlaid, emitting a faint white light.

Ahead, tens of zhang away, stood a half-open cyan 'color' wooden door.

Over twenty zhang high, its surface pitted and uneven, with one corner missing a part—it looked as if someone had forcibly pried it open with brute strength.

Han Li gazed at this door, his eyes involuntarily narrowing.

At the edge of this cyan 'color' massive door, golden light flashed, inscribing some pale gold 'color' runes. Although most appeared incomplete, he instantly recognized them as golden seal divine text.

On both sides of the massive door, one black and one white, two Rong tribesmen in long robes sat cross-legged, their four eyes half-closed.

These two Rong tribesmen, though both covered in fluffy 'hair' over their bodies, one was pure white as snow, the other pitch black as ink—truly strange to behold!

These Rong tribesmen were actually so cautious as to have stationed personnel here as well.

Han Li glanced at the three- to four-zhang-wide gap between the black and white Rong tribesmen, and couldn't help but frown again.

Even though he had confidence in the Taiyi Huaqing Talisman, and with his cultivation greatly advanced, his incorporeal state was far beyond what it was during the early Void Refinement stage, yet to truly squeeze tightly between the two from the middle would still entail some risk. Without full certainty, he dared not alarm these two beings of the same level as himself.

However, Han Li did not hesitate long; after silently drawing a deep breath, he hardened his heart and drifted soundlessly toward the cyan 'color' massive door.

Having come this far, he could not possibly turn back. Worst case, if he truly alarmed these two, he would immediately strike them down and force his way in.

This naturally wasn't a good strategy, but under these circumstances, he could only do so.

Although there were not few Rong tribesmen here, if it came to mobile combat, he was not truly afraid of much.

The only concern was that the Rong tribesmen, driven to desperation, might destroy the golden seal script in the cavern.

Then his loss would be irreparable.

After all, even if this immortal realm secret technique lacked only a few golden seal characters, it might fail to cultivate the Spirit Refining Art smoothly.

Of course, this possibility 'xing' was still relatively low.

If he acted swiftly enough, even if he didn't hesitate to use the Profound Heaven残Blade and Gold-Eating Insects, he himself would still have a high chance of denying the cavern's Rong tribesmen any opportunity, and slaying them separately.

Han Li weighed the gains and losses in his heart instantly, gaining perfect clarity, and thus flew directly toward the black and white Rong tribesmen.

Thirty zhang, twenty zhang, ten zhang...

Han Li's incorporeal body arrived in an instant between the black and white Rong tribesmen.

At that very moment, the black-haired Rong tribesman suddenly twitched his eyelids, opened his eyes, and sharp light four 'shot' from his gaze.

Han Li's heart jolted, but his body immediately paused in place, motionless.

"What, Daoist friend, have you discovered something?" The white 'hair' Rong tribesman opposite, sensing his companion's movement, also opened his eyes, scanned around, and asked with some doubt 'huo'.

The black-armored Rong person did not answer anything, but instead extended his spiritual sense, sweeping it across Han Li's illusory form from above, scanning the entire passage ahead, then drawing it back.

"Nothing much. Just now my state of mind suddenly felt somewhat unusual—it seems it was only my illusion. Speaking of which, lately whenever I enter meditation, I always feel some unease of mind, and I do not know why." The black-armored Rong person then spoke slowly.

"That makes sense. However, this is not strange. Old man, since I entered the Guanghan Realm, I have also been like this. Most likely, these past days, our nerves have been too taut, which is why this abnormality has occurred." The white-armored Rong person smiled and said thus.

"Perhaps that is indeed the case." The black-armored Rong person pondered briefly, then spoke with slightly furrowed brows.

But in the very next moment, he suddenly flicked his sleeve, and a sheet of silver threads shot out from within, dense silver light flashing as it actually covered the entire passage ahead.

Seeing this, Han Li's pupils suddenly contracted, yet he remained standing in place, motionless, actually allowing those silver threads to 'shoot' onto his body.

A strange scene appeared!

After a series of "crackling" sounds, the silver threads flashed and actually pierced through Han Li's illusory form, striking the ground repeatedly and revealing their true form.

Cold light glinted as they sank halfway into the ground, yet they were actually inch-long bovine 'hair' silver needles.

The two Rong people stared at the empty 'swaying' 'swaying' passage, their eyes glinting, both with expressionless faces!

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