Chapter 2241: Volume 11 True Immortal Descends to the World Chapter 2222 Insect Sea Fierce Battle (Lower)

As Han Li was silently pondering in his heart, the treasure flower at the center of the hall suddenly raised its delicate eyebrows and spoke:

"Fellow Daoists, pay attention—they're coming."

Though the treasure flower did not specify what was approaching, the originally calm expressions of the other Mahayana ancestors instantly tensed, with some even immediately extending their spiritual senses outward from the giant vessel without a word.

Han Li's heart likewise tightened, and he did the same.

Only after a commotion stirred within the surrounding insect sea did a crimson, fireball-like monstrous insect suddenly appear.

These insects were not particularly large—about a zhang in size—but their bodies were covered in faint golden spiritual patterns, their eyes dripping with emerald green, within which five-colored auroras flickered unpredictably.

As soon as these insects appeared, the several Mahayana beings stationed at the front and rear of the giant vessel immediately changed expression, without hesitation activating their treasure artifacts and secret techniques.

Instantly, sword lights, blade flashes, fireballs, and black mist surged forward in fierce waves.

The ordinary insects nearby were instantly reduced to flying ash under such ferocious assault.

However, the crimson monstrous insects merely trembled their wings upon being struck by these attacks, then instantly blurred and vanished from sight.

In the next moment, seven or eight crimson insects flickered into existence directly beside these Mahayana beings, then lashed out with their hind legs, shooting toward them like arrows.

The Mahayana ancestors were startled—some flicked their fingers, unleashing countless piercing glints that intertwined and slashed forward; others caused spiritual light to flare across their bodies, summoning multiple protective treasures at once; even one foreign Mahayana ancestor let out a low shout, reached out, and directly grabbed at the incoming insect.

But no matter the attack or defense, these insects merely flickered once and passed through all obstructions as if they were nothing—like formless bodies—appearing instantly beside the Mahayana ancestors, within arm's reach. Then, their bodies flared with crimson flames as they released blinding light.

All the Mahayana ancestors paled, silently cursing "Not good," and could only rely on their formidable physical bodies to harden against these self-destructive powers.

But at that moment, a clear, cold voice from the treasure flower echoed from the nearby void:

"Don't fear—leave these things to me to handle."

As the words faded, a pillar of white misty light shot down from the giant vessel's cabin hall, piercing through. After a flicker, it split into dozens of fine light beams that struck the insects preparing to self-destruct, sending them flying and rolling backward over ten zhang.

Following a series of thunderous booms, clusters of crimson suns materialized in midair. Then, the surrounding void hummed, and cracks began to spread—appearing as if the very fabric of space could be torn apart at any moment.

The power unleashed by these insects' self-destruction was terrifyingly immense.

Witnessing this, the Mahayana ancestors were filled with shock.

Indeed, these self-destructing insects lived up to their fearsome reputation—if they truly had to endure such power at close range, even if they didn't die on the spot, severe injury would be almost certain.

At that moment, spatial fluctuations rippled above the giant vessel. After a pink giant flower's illusion flickered, the treasure flower appeared expressionless in the high sky.

The Mahayana ancestors before and after the vessel had not yet had time to thank the treasure flower when a tearing sound rang through the air, and more than ten additional crimson insects appeared.

These insects, after a brief teleportation, instantly appeared just a few chi from the treasure flower, surrounding her completely and immediately flaring with blazing light as they prepared to self-destruct—clearly aiming to annihilate this great enemy in one strike.

But the treasure flower merely gave a cold laugh, and countless silver stars suddenly sprayed from her body. With a single blur, she transformed into an endless river of stars, engulfing all the insects within.

With several deep, muffled explosions, clusters of suns within the star river flared like fireworks and vanished instantly, causing no damage whatsoever to the surrounding void.

As the countless stars in the star river suddenly converged, they transformed into a banner about a zhang long, its surface adorned with silver-star patterns shining brightly—precisely the Falling Star Banner!

Meanwhile, within the giant vessel, a continuous stream of escape lights persisted, as another dozen or so Mahayana ancestors, uneasy, flew out from the cabin hall.

After one streak of green light faded and vanished, a green-clad figure emerged—none other than Han Li.

Han Li stood with arms crossed, watching the treasure flower's actions with keen interest, intending to see how she would use her two treasures against these insects.

The repeated failed self-destruct attempts by the earlier crimson insects had clearly enraged the entire swarm. After a moment of agitation in the insect sea, even more crimson light clusters surged forth in dense numbers—nearly a thousand in appearance. Seeing such a mass of self-destructing insects emerge, even the treasure flower's expression tightened slightly, and without a word, she unfurled her banner, instantly transforming it into a vast star river illusion that shrouded the entire giant vessel and Han Li and others beneath it. Simultaneously, she pointed a jade finger at the small mirror in the high sky.

The originally palm-sized mirror trembled, then, catching the wind, transformed into a clear, cold full moon. Within it, golden misty radiance coiled, and hundreds of light beams shot out in an instant—passing precisely through the crimson insects.

Immediately, over a hundred crimson insects let out a mournful cry before bursting apart in red light at their original positions, rolling waves of flame sweeping up and reducing vast numbers of ordinary insects to ash.

But the remaining self-destructing insects fluttered their wings, blurred, and vanished via instantaneous teleportation.

The treasure flower's eyes flashed, and in her heart, she silently activated her treasure.

The previously calm star river illusion suddenly surged upward, waves of stars churning and shifting, with continuous ripples of spatial disturbance spreading outward.

Under these conditions, crimson light flashed wildly in the void near the giant vessel; the crimson insects were forced to materialize one by one, their movements becoming sluggish and stiff, as if the void had suddenly become incredibly viscous.

A cold smile touched the treasure flower's lips as she drew deep, unfathomable mana from within and poured it violently into the full moon in the high sky.

In the next moment, the moon's surface blazed with blinding light, golden beams shooting out continuously—each one causing the crimson insects trapped in the star river to explode and vanish, though the moon itself dimmed slightly with each burst.

After a dense, violent downpour of golden light like a rainstorm, though most of the crimson insects were slain, the moon's final trace of spiritual light faded, and it ultimately transformed with a clear chime back into the small mirror, which fell downward.

A figure flickered in the star river as the treasure flower shot forward, snatched the mirror into her hand, swept her gaze over the remaining insects in the star river illusion, and then silently formed a hand seal.

"Boom!"

The star river illusion reversed and surged wildly, countless silver-mist star illusions rushing toward its center before exploding outward, forming in the violent turbulence a gale of silver mist, within which countless white fissures densely interwove—flickering in and out, appearing utterly bizarre!

"Spacetime Storm"

Upon seeing this, one Mahayana ancestor immediately changed expression and cried out in alarm.

The other Mahayana ancestors were likewise moved, their expressions shifting.

Han Li's lips twitched slightly as he revealed a thoughtful expression.

In the next moment, the crimson insects caught within this silver gale spun endlessly, then were utterly swallowed by the white fissures, vanishing without trace.

Witnessing this, the treasure flower finally exhaled lightly, then gestured downward with one hand.

Instantly, the silver gale dissipated, revealing a silver banner within, which then flew on its own into the treasure flower's hand.

Clearly, after displaying such astonishing divine power, the Falling Star Banner's intrinsic spirituality had suffered significant damage.

After all, divine abilities of the spacetime storm's level—defying heaven—are beyond the reach of ordinary forged holy treasures; for the Falling Star Banner to manifest such power, it must have employed some self-harming secret technique.

Having stored her two treasures, the treasure flower did not linger in the high sky, but merely drifted down to the other Mahayana ancestors and said calmly, "The self-destructing insects have been completely cleared—fellow Daoists, no further worry is needed," before her form moved and she slowly descended into the giant vessel.

Han Li and the other Mahayana ancestors exchanged glances, then, with varied expressions, flew back into the vessel.

Upon returning to the vessel, the treasure flower sat cross-legged in a corner of the hall, her demeanor indicating she wished to say nothing more.

The other Mahayana ancestors began whispering among themselves, clearly discussing the recent display of power from the two treasures, while Han Li gave a faint smile and returned to his original seat.

With no self-destructing insects or high-grade giant beasts obstructing them, the entire troupe advanced unimpeded, flying swiftly forward.

Half a day later, before reinforcements from other insect swarms could arrive, they finally broke through the layers of encirclement and saw, in the distance, the Land of the Beginning Seal.

However, at this moment, the tens of thousands of elite demon tribe warriors, having endured this brutal slaughter, had lost over half their number, leaving only over ten thousand demons who had followed the giant vessel in a single breath to the Land of the Beginning Seal.

At this moment, Han Li and the other Mahayana cultivators finally left the giant vessel, and some extraordinary beings from other realms who had never come here before were curiously surveying everything around them.

Only to see that at the edge of this Beginning Seal Land, it was actually a desolately barren range of hills, and between the hills, occasional pavilions and towers could be seen, but now everything was silent and empty, with not a single person in sight.

Strangely, when the insect swarm that had been relentlessly pursuing from behind reached the vicinity of this hill region, it suddenly stopped as if hitting a dam, as though something terrifying to them lay within the hills, making them prefer to stare helplessly at the demon army not far away rather than advance another step.

"This is the power of the ancient seal, indeed possessing a restraining force against these insect worms. If so, let others temporarily stay here to witness the swarm; we old-timers will immediately proceed deeper into the Beginning Seal Land." The Copper Crow Elder, after glancing toward the center of the hill region, spoke in this cold tone.

"What Fellow Daoist Copper Crow says is correct; we must indeed seize the time. According to the original plan, Que Daoist and Brother Feng, you two will bring your disciples and remain here, responsible for repairing some damaged outer restrictions. These restrictions are connected as one with the ancient seal, and if they can be repaired to some extent, they will greatly aid in restoring the seal's power." Upon hearing this, Baohua nodded in agreement. To be continued