Chapter 2033

Only to see the Buddhist chant rise loudly, countless silver characters surged out wildly from the net, actually forming the illusory shadows of giant stars in an instant and plummeting straight down.

A thunderous boom echoed!

Everything within a radius of over ten li was completely submerged by the piercing silver light.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth in the void instantly became violently turbulent, and from nowhere emerged grayish whirlwinds that shot straight up to the nine heavens, sucking in everything nearby and tearing it apart.

Meanwhile, from within the silver-colored great net came occasional earth-shattering explosions, but the true situation was completely obscured by the piercing spiritual light, making it impossible to discern anything clearly.

The gold-robed youth controlled the entire great net with one hand, while the other hand held a floating object behind his back in the high sky, appearing completely unconcerned about the three Holy Spirits escaping, utterly at ease.

After a full cup of tea's worth of time, the tremendous noise from within the silver-colored great net gradually diminished and finally fell utterly silent.

The youth's eyes shifted slightly, his divine sense sweeping downward, whereupon a faint cold smile appeared on his face as he pulled back his grip on the silver-colored great net with all five fingers.

"Puchi!"

The enormous silver net instantly shattered into fragments.

The whirlwind, silver light, and other things vanished without a trace in a flash, as if everything before had merely been an illusion.

However, the originally towering great mountain below had now become noticeably shorter by half compared to before.

And amidst the ruins of the shattered mountain peak, three objects emitting a faint glow hovered silently in the low air.

One was a silver-colored ancient mirror about a zhang in size, another was a severed emerald bamboo over ten zhang tall, and the third was a bluish-glowing orb.

Upon seeing these three items, the gold-robed youth's face flashed with a hint of joy, and he flicked his sleeve downward.

A burst of silver霞 flew out, wrapping the three objects and lifting them into the air, and after a few flickers, they landed in the youth's hands.

"Indeed not bad—once their spiritual intelligence is erased and they are properly refined again, these three treasures can at least be put to some use." The gold-robed youth carefully examined the items in his hand, murmuring a few words with a satisfied expression on his face.

"However, these few items alone are not quite enough. If I could obtain a few more, my divine ability could be barely exerted to some extent. Though I've heard that the Spirit Clan's Han Zong seems to have a Nascent Soul cultivator in seclusion. Given my current state, facing him would require considerable effort." After putting the items away, the youth muttered two phrases while沉吟ing slightly.

After his expression shifted between overcast and clear for a while, he suddenly let out a cold snort, made his decision, and with a flash of golden light on his body, transformed into a piercing golden streak that shot away into the distance.

The vicinity of the shattered mountain peak instantly became utterly deserted, with no moving human figures in sight, everything appearing unusually silent.

But just as the youth had departed about half an hour later, a sudden buzzing sound came from within the mountain peak, and from a pile of rubble, a cluster of red light shot out.

This light cluster was only the size of a fist; after one flicker, it hovered in midair, inside which was clearly a crystalline purple-colored eyeball-like object.

The eyeball rolled in the air a few times, then suddenly locked onto the direction the gold-robed youth had fled, remaining completely still.

This object was clearly a magical artifact under someone's control, and it had even managed to evade the gold-robed youth's senses—evidence of its extraordinary nature.

The purple-colored eyeball suddenly began to rotate, then flashed intermittently between dark and bright across its entire body, yet emitted not a single sound.

Making all of this seem extraordinarily strange.

Almost simultaneously, in a golden-colored palace located who-knows-how-far away amidst a sea of clouds, an elderly man with white hair and a youthful face sat upon a pitch-black wooden chair, intently staring at a floating white-colored crystal ball before him, his expression grim and unusual.

On the surface of the crystal ball, lifelike images slowly shifted and changed, displaying exactly the scene of the gold-robed youth defeating the three great Holy Spirits, accompanied by faint voices.

When the old man heard the youth utter the words "spirit slave," his expression changed several times in an instant, but after a flash of his gaze, it returned to normal.

However, as the crystal ball's images continued to shift, showing the moment the gold-robed youth unleashed the silver-colored great net, the old man suddenly leapt up from his chair with a start and let out a low roar:

"Spirit-Seizing Heavenly Net! It is actually this object. Impossible—even if it were truly someone descended from the immortal realm, they could not bring such a thing down here."

This old man was clearly no ordinary person, but upon uttering the words "Spirit-Seizing Heavenly Net," his face twisted involuntarily, filled with vengeful hatred.

"No, this is merely a counterfeit. Otherwise, under the restraint of this treasure, how could it have taken so long to dispel their three illusory forms? Correct—it should not be the true Spirit-Seizing Heavenly Net!"

After the old man observed the subsequent developments more clearly, he suddenly noticed something else, his expression relaxing considerably, and with his hands clasped behind his back, he began pacing back and forth in the room.

"Still, even if it is only a counterfeit, it seems capable of producing remarkable effects in restraining our Spirit Clan, and thus cannot be underestimated. This person—whether he truly descended from the true immortal realm or not, since he wields such an object, must absolutely not be allowed to leave our Spirit Clan alive by even a single step. However, if he is truly an immortal realm visitor, completely exterminating him might be impossible., it seems only by using that object can this person be utterly suppressed." After pacing back and forth several times, he suddenly stopped his steps and muttered two sentences in an extremely gloomy tone,

Then the old man turned his body, sat back down in the chair, and began to ponder deeply with his eyes flickering.

……

Among the human race, in the mountain range bordering the territories controlled by Holy City and Tian Yuan City, a cyan rainbow flickered in and out of visibility as it shot and flew through the air, and after a few flickers, it had already fled several hundred zhang away.

Its escape speed was so fast as to be utterly astonishing.

Suddenly, the direction of the cyan light shifted, and it diagonally plunged downward into a hidden mountain valley.

With just a flicker, the cyan light suddenly appeared beside a massive grayish-white stone below, and then the light retracted, revealing a cyan-robed figure.

This person had an ordinary appearance, was young in age, appearing to be over twenty, yet bore a calm and composed demeanor—none other than Han Li, who should originally have been staying in Tian Yuan City.

He did not know why, but he had appeared at this place at this time.

After Han Li glanced around the vicinity with his eyes, his gaze suddenly focused, fixed upon a nearby giant tree that appeared ordinary, and he stared without blinking.

"Hehe, indeed you have sharp eyes. I knew this little trick could not escape your notice, Fellow Daoist Han." A pleasant female laugh echoed from within the giant tree, and then the entire tree blurred, instantly transforming in the distortion into a towering yellow-clad giant several zhang tall.

And beside the giant stood a maiden wearing five-colored feather robes, her beauty striking, who was grinning as she observed Han Li, though her eyes clearly revealed a hint of surprise.

"So it is Fairy Ye— I do not know how long you have been here, but I offer my respects." Han Li's eyes flashed with light, then he smiled and bowed his hands in greeting.

This woman was indeed the elder ancestor of the Ye clan of the True Spirit lineage; Han Li had once met her once at the Wanling Tai gathering, her divine powers profound and unfathomable, seemingly not inferior to that of the Long clan's elder ancestor.

Therefore, Han Li did not dare to be negligent.

"I myself have only arrived a few hours earlier, originally intending to use this newly acquired Yellow Turban Puppet to play a small joke on fellow Daoists, but Brother Han saw through it at a glance. It seems this puppet's refinement still has some issues." After the feather-robed maiden gave a light laugh, she used a jade hand to pat the yellow-clad giant beside her once, producing a hollow "peng-peng" sound.

This giant, appearing indistinguishable from a true person, was actually a finely crafted humanoid puppet.

"Fairy Ye jests. Even if this puppet has no flaws in its transformation, how could it possibly deceive both of our senses?" Han Li replied with a light smile.

"If it were some other puppet, deception might still be possible, but this puppet of mine was crafted by the Old Man of Mu Gu, who assured me by patting his chest that its transformation technique could possibly deceive even cultivators at the Union Body stage. Yet I did not expect that upon first using it against fellow Daoists, it would achieve nothing. It seems he was exaggerating. However, compared to this, Fellow Daoist Han's advancement to the late Union Body stage appears to be genuine, not mere rumor!" The feather-robed maiden blinked her eyes, then broke into a charming smile.

"Han Li encountered some opportunities in recent years, and indeed fortunately advanced to the late stage of the Union Body realm, but when it comes to true divine powers, how could they possibly compare to Fellow Daoist Ye, whose foundation is so deeply rooted?" Han Li gave a light cough, adopting a noncommittal demeanor.

"Hmph, Fellow Daoist Han actually dares to use such words to coax me. I have heard that even the incarnation of the Demon Clan's Holy Ancestor and another late-stage Demon Clan venerable were simultaneously slain by you in battle. Such divine powers—yet you still claim to be comparable to me? This statement is simply too false!" Upon hearing this, the feather-robed maiden rolled her eyes and spoke in an annoyed tone.

"Merely some exaggerated talk. In that battle, Han Li's ability to slay those two demon heads was mainly due to assistance from other fellow Daoists. Otherwise, having only just reached the late Union Body realm, I would not possess such great divine powers." Han Li laughed it off, giving a vague response.

"Hmph, do you think I would believe that?" The feather-robed maiden pursed her lips, wearing an expression of utter disbelief.

Han Li smiled but said nothing.

Seeing that Han Li did not wish to speak further, the maiden ceased pressing, slapped her palm to put away the Yellow Turban Puppet, and then clicked her tongue as she said to Han Li:

"When I met Brother Han that day, Fellow Daoist had only just broken into the Union Body realm, yet now, after merely a few hundred years, you have reached the late stage. Such advancement speed is truly monstrous. If it were not for the fact that the demon calamity has not yet erupted, the envoys of Holy Island would have long since found Brother Han and invited you to join. '

"Well, I've also heard a bit about it. I heard that on the Holy Island, not only were the purest spirit veins of both the human and demon races transplanted, but also an inexhaustible amount of rare materials and spirit 'medicines' were stored and cultivated. If one could join them, they would indeed benefit greatly." Han Li, upon hearing this, did not understand what the girl meant, but replied without changing his 'expression'.

"May I ask, Fellow Han, do you know that the Holy Island itself is half of a Profound Heaven Supreme Treasure, or is it the place where our two races finally used to continue our bloodline as a legacy?" The feather-clad girl's 'expression' tightened, and she slowly continued.

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