Chapter 1907

Since the elder said so, it must be absolutely correct. As for that burly man, I vaguely saw a blurred flood dragon phantom on him, and his body secretly contained extremely pure demonic energy. He couldn't possibly have any relation to the true demon race, could he? The wood clan woman said respectfully again.

Flood dragon, demonic energy! He should have nothing to do with the demon race. Now in the Spirit Realm, there are countless cultivation methods that utilize demonic energy among all races. As for him having a flood dragon true form, that's even more impossible. The flood dragon clan and the true demon race are mortal enemies; once they meet, only one side can survive. The green-robed elder pondered briefly, then slowly shook his head in denial.

This wood clan elder, despite being well-informed and knowledgeable, could never have imagined that the black-armored burly man's true form was actually a descendant of the evil dragon that has been extinct in the Spirit Realm for who knows how many years.

Thus, he naturally made a grave error in judgment.

At the same time, high above a place ten thousand li away, the ugly burly man respectfully asked the white-robed woman:

"Holy Ancestor my lord, since this Black Spirit Flower is useful to you, why not take it all? Why leave half behind? What's the use? That wood clan elder is merely an early-stage Mahayana existence—how could he possibly threaten the Holy Ancestor my lord? After all, your divine abilities, even among all the Holy Ancestors in the Holy Realm, could rank among the top five."

"You little crocodile know nothing! Although I'm confident I can defeat that wood clan elder, I don't have the certainty to truly kill him. Moreover, the Black Spirit Flower's effect on my injury recovery is limited; after consuming more than ten blossoms, it becomes useless. Thus, the gain and risk are grossly disproportionate—why would I do such an unwise thing?" The white-robed woman said softly.

"Ah, I see. However, Holy Ancestor my lord, we've already traversed over half of the Wind Element Continent. If there's still nothing to gain below, should we leave this continent? If I'm not mistaken, the Holy War seems imminent. If we encounter other Holy Ancestors descending from the Holy Realm, it would surely be disastrous." The burly man hesitated, then asked carefully.

"Holy War! Hmm, back when we couldn't escape the Holy Realm, we Holy Ancestors had predicted the outbreak time and discussed related matters. This place is indeed one of the regions where the two realms intersect most densely. But you, little crocodile, needn't worry! Even if the Holy War erupts immediately, other Holy Ancestors cannot instantly appear in the Spirit Realm—at most, only their avatars can descend first. Moreover, I previously couldn't be certain, but upon arriving here, I used a secret technique to calculate, and I found that what I seek has a great chance of being here. Under these circumstances, how could my palace leave immediately?" The white-robed woman replied with a light laugh.

"Ah, I see. Then this lowly one would even sacrifice his life to find that thing for Holy Ancestor my lord, and then restore your divine powers to their fullest." The black-armored burly man, upon hearing this, felt a jolt in his heart and immediately slapped his chest repeatedly, saying.

"It seems that Ming Luo back then trained you well. If you truly help me restore my divine powers, this Holy Ancestor will certainly not be stingy and will naturally bestow great benefits upon you." The white-robed woman's lips curled with a mysterious 'color' as she smiled.

"Thank you, Bao Hua Holy Ancestor! This lowly one will surely offer his liver and brains, and face ten thousand deaths without hesitation." The burly man, overjoyed upon hearing this, hastily renewed his fervent professions of loyalty.

The white-robed woman glanced at the burly man, yet seemed to smile without smiling, and said nothing further.

But the direction in which their escape lights flew was precisely toward where the human race resides.

Han Li stood atop a certain mountain peak, gazing at the vast demonic stain stretching over ten li in the high sky, his 'color' somewhat uncertain and shifting.

Several zhang behind him, Bai Guo'er and three other disciples stood respectfully with hands clasped, their 'color' one of reverence.

"Return. It seems the demon tribulation will definitely break out in half a year." Han Li exhaled a breath of air, then commanded in an unquestionable tone.

"Yes, Master!"

The three disciples naturally had no objections.

Thus, Han Li flicked his sleeve, and instantly a streak of green light flew out, sweeping up the four of them and shooting back toward the cave dwelling.

Half an hour later, Han Li was already seated in the main hall of the cave dwelling, while to his side sat a woman in pure silver robes, graceful and clear—Bing Feng, who had cultivated under his protection for many years.

At this moment, Bing Feng's magic power had not only fully recovered but also faintly reached the late stage of Soul Transformation. Such rapid advancement to this realm clearly showed Han Li's considerable support in medicinal pills.

Below Bing Feng sat Bai Guo'er, Hai Dasha, and Qilingzi—three disciples.

"Han brother, now that the demonic stain is so close to our cave dwelling, it's clear this place is no longer suitable for cultivation. I don't know how you plan to proceed—should we immediately relocate the cave dwelling elsewhere?" Bing Feng asked Han Li softly, a hint of worry hidden in her brows.

These past few hundred years have been the most satisfying period of this woman's cultivation life—not only is her safety utterly secure, but she also has a steady supply of advanced cultivation-enhancing pills, naturally making her feel helpless about the demon tribulation breaking out now.

"Hmm, the cave dwelling indeed needs to be moved. However, there's no need to go elsewhere—just move it directly to Tian Yuan City. After all, once the demon tribulation erupts, nearly all places of habitation become extremely dangerous. If not Tian Yuan City, then only the Three Emperor Cities will do." Han Li's eyes flickered slightly before he spoke slowly.

"Moving to Tian Yuan City—does Han brother intend to join the Elder Council just like that?" Bing Feng exclaimed in surprise.

"No, in the future, only you few will reside long-term in Tian Yuan City. I will first help Tian Yuan City withstand the first few waves of demon attacks, then seek a hidden place where demons cannot easily find me to continue cultivation." Han Li shook his head.

"Why is that? Could Han brother be...?" Bing Feng frowned dubiously, blinking a few times, but then suddenly seemed to understand.

"Exactly. With just ten more years, I can attempt to break through the bottleneck of late-stage Unity. Thus, I naturally need to cultivate for a while longer." Han Li nodded.

"Good, since it's so, this course is indeed wise. As for helping a fellow cultivator break through the late-stage Unity bottleneck, that was originally our agreement—I will always await Han brother's orders." Bing Feng, upon hearing Han Li's words, blushed slightly and replied softly.

"Hmm, since Feng Xianzi has no objection, you three immediately issue orders to all the disciples you've collected, and tidy up the cave dwelling. Three days from now, depart immediately from here. Guo'er, since you don't wish to go to Tian Yuan City, after settling the disciples, you shall go to Xuan Wu City. Xuan Wu City has the Xuan Wu Ba Huang and that old turtle guarding it—it is also a very safe place." Han Li decisively ordered the three disciples.

"Yes, Master!"

"Thank you, Master!"

Bai Guo'er and the three naturally had no objections, rising together and bowing respectfully.

Thus, three days later, dozens of giant ships over thirty zhang long roared forth from within the mountain peak.

At the prow of one such ship, a green-robed youth stood motionless, his 'color' utterly calm, as if nothing in the world could sway his mind.

On the other ships, hundreds of men and women, old and young, stood densely packed—some tense, some exhilarated.

In an instant, the ships' surfaces burst with spiritual light, transforming into massive radiant clusters that shot away, vanishing in the blink of an eye at the horizon's edge.

Nearly simultaneously, in a hilly region hundreds of thousands of li from Han Li's cave dwelling, wrapped in a small mountain range, another group of tens of thousands of mortal cultivators was also frantically boarding one giant flying ship after another.

For a time, the noise of bustling crowds rose like a din, as if from a bustling market.

On one such flying ship, over ten cultivators at the Nascent Soul to Void Refinement stages surrounded a woman in palace attire.

This woman was about twenty-plus years old, her beauty heavenly fragrant, yet as she gazed upon the chaotic scene before her, her brows furrowed slightly.

"Blood Spirit my lord, must our Xu family truly pledge allegiance to the Holy Emperor? I feel it would be safer to go to Xuan Wu Huang City instead." A Void Refinement elder, somewhat hesitant, spoke up.

"What? Do you doubt my judgment?" The palace-attired woman turned sharply, coldly questioning the elder.

"No, I dare not! Your nephew absolutely harbors no such intention." The elder hastily denied.

"Hmph! You know nothing! Xuan Wu City has the Ba Huang and that old turtle—surely its strength surpasses Tian Yuan City by a notch, but I and the current Tian Yuan Holy Emperor share some ancestral ties. In Tian Yuan City, our Xu family will not be used as cannon fodder. As for Xuan Wu City, I cannot guarantee anything." The palace-attired woman spoke with full confidence.

"Ah, I see. It's the younger generation's presumption!" Upon hearing this, the elder felt his heart ease.

"Since you act for the Xu family's sake, this time I'll let it pass. But if there's a next time, don't blame me for being ruthless." The palace-attired woman's eyes flashed with a cold gleam as she spoke sternly.

Including the elder, all others naturally felt their hearts tighten, simultaneously bowing and saying, "I dare not."

The palace-attired woman waved her hand, then turned away again.

Half a day later, hundreds of large and small warships rose simultaneously into the air, flying off in various directions toward a certain point.

In the blink of an eye, this small mountain range was utterly empty—no one remained. The Xu family's vast estate had thus been completely abandoned.

The same scene unfolded simultaneously across human territories.

Some small and medium clans still unaffiliated with other powers, after the demonic stain appeared, could no longer sit still—they fled their homes and businesses en masse.

Two months later, on the massive city walls of Tian Yuan City, an old monk in a gold-colored robe stood motionless, but his half-closed eyes occasionally flashed with threads of brilliant light.

Behind the monk stood another dozen or so high-level cultivators in varied attire, likewise gazing curiously at the distant sky.

About the time it takes to finish a meal, a flash of spiritual light appeared on the horizon—one flying ship after another emerged, then shot straight toward the crowd before the city walls.

Instantly, the cultivators behind the monk stirred into a commotion, some even showing slight confusion.

Although the old monk did not turn his head, he could clearly sense the reactions behind him; he immediately frowned, then gave a light cough.

Although the voice was not loud, the commotion behind it subsided immediately.

At this moment, several specks of spiritual light flickered in the distance, and the shadows of a number of war junks appeared all at once.

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