Chapter 2389: Ten Thousand Spirits Blood Seal

"Finally out, though it seems we're still within the Wan Yue Mountain Range." Han Li, having just stepped out of the light formation, glanced around and said calmly.

"Han brother, when I controlled the spell for teleportation, I already exerted my utmost to send us as far as possible. Even if we're still in the Wan Yue Mountain Range, we should be near the edge." Bing Po similarly scanned the surroundings, unable to hide a hint of excitement on her face.

Anyone trapped for so many years, finally seeing the sky again, would likely feel this unusually agitated.

"Now that we're here, even if others notice something's wrong, they won't be able to catch up in time. I've already summoned Zhu Guo'er and the others. Bing Po Daoist, what are your plans? Are you preparing to return to your clan immediately?" Han Li nodded, then asked her seriously.

"Junior sister has just successfully advanced to the Nascent Soul stage, so I must consolidate my cultivation and refine the few newly acquired treasures. Thus, I plan to first find a secluded spot nearby to cultivate for a few years before returning to the clan." Bing Po replied without hesitation, as if she had already considered this matter.

"That's a wise thought, Daoist. However, since Xiao Ming and the others know you've obtained the True Person Xu Tian Ding's inheritance, this news will likely spread quickly. Bing Po Daoist, you should still be more careful." Han Li nodded, agreeing with her idea, but added a brief warning.

"Han brother, rest assured. Junior sister is now also a Nascent Soul cultivator, so even if we encounter powerful enemies, as long as we're not in a desperate situation, we still have the means to protect ourselves." Bing Po said with a charming smile.

"Bing Po Daoist has such confidence, which is naturally for the best. Han Li will remain in the Blood Sky for a while, possibly even visiting the Lei Ting Continent. We may not meet again for a long time. Take care, Daoist!" Han Li smiled, then clasped his hands toward her.

Bing Po hastily returned the salute, said a few words of care, then formally bade farewell and departed as a crystal light piercing the sky.

After Bing Po's escape light disappeared at the horizon's end, Han Li immediately made a grasping motion in the void, and a pale silver talisman flashed into his palm. Pinching it between his fingers and giving it a shake in the wind, the talisman instantly turned into a wisp of green smoke and vanished into the void.

Thereafter, Han Li's escape light rose, and he landed on a mountain peak below, then sat cross-legged beneath a towering tree, quietly waiting for Zhu Guo'er and the others to arrive.

After a full half day, a flash of spiritual light appeared on the horizon, and a triangular flying carriage came rushing forth, with a man and a woman standing upon it.

It was Zhu Guo'er and the Flower Stone Old Ancestor.

Han Li's eyes reopened, a faint smile appearing on his face as he rose from beneath the tree.

Not long after, news came from the Blood Bone Sect that in the Wan Yue Mountain Range battle, all the puppets transformed from the Blood He Five Sons had been destroyed, and the mysterious cultivator practicing the Blood God Technique had also been slain.

However, Tian Que and Di Meng, two Nascent Soul cultivators, were severely injured in this battle, and even the disciples they brought along only half managed to return.

Moreover, the famed formation master of the Blood Sky, "Feng Surname Man," was directly killed in this battle.

At the same time, rumors spread across the continent that the inheritance of the True Person Xu Tian Ding had been obtained by a female Nascent Soul cultivator from another continent, stirring the ambitions of many.

Yet strangely, there were no rumors about Han Li at all, as if he had never appeared in the Wan Yue Mountain Range.

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One and a half years later, above a certain extremely hidden valley in the Qi Yun Mountain Range, two Nascent Soul cultivators of the Blood Sky, dressed differently, stared furiously at a somewhat frail white-skinned youth opposite them.

The youth wore a black robe, with narrow, elongated eyes, giving off an extremely eerie and ethereal feeling.

What was terrifying, however, was that in one palm of the youth's hand was clearly grasped a head with disheveled hair. Beneath his feet flowed a "gugu" blood river that seemed to have no end in sight.

The skull's features were refined and scholarly, but abnormally pale, still bearing the expression of disbelief from when it was severed.

The blood river was thirty to forty zhang wide, its water appearing extremely viscous, yet emitting no bloody odor—instead, a scent similar to sandalwood emanated from it, causing anyone who smelled it to feel mentally invigorated involuntarily.

Near the black-robed youth's feet, several obvious fragments of the same person's corpse floated silently.

The black-robed youth's ** calves were submerged halfway in the river water, yet his posture remained as stable as if standing on solid ground, and he regarded the two top-tier Nascent Soul cultivators of the Spirit Realm before him with a gaze akin to mockery.

"What did you do to us? How could your cultivation suddenly drop by nearly half? Otherwise, Yan Yu True Person could not possibly have been slain like this. Do you know, Yan Yu True Person is one of the elders of the Shang Alliance, and the Shang Alliance is one of the largest powers in the entire Spirit Realm. You have killed a core member of the Shang Alliance; even with great abilities, you will never find a foothold in the Spirit Realm again." The one of the two Nascent Soul cultivators, an extraordinarily burly man in purple armor, finally overcame his fear and roared loudly at the black-robed youth.

"What is the Shang Alliance? If they truly seek death by coming to me, I will naturally send them on their way, letting them become part of the blood river like you. As for your cultivation being suppressed, it has nothing to do with me, but rather the Wanling Blood Seal has just completed a blood sacrifice, its aura not yet fully contained, so you were shaken without realizing it." The black-robed youth chuckled lightly, speaking in a casual tone.

"Nonsense. What treasure could possibly intimidate us merely by its aura? Even a Xuan Tian Ling Treasure absolutely cannot do such a thing." The burly man shouted furiously, his expression one of utter disbelief.

"A mere frog at the bottom of a well—what could it know? Though Xuan Tian Ling Treasures are immensely powerful, their might depends on the realm from which they originate. Xuan Tian Ling Treasures from small realms like yours—how great could their power be? The terror of Xuan Tian treasures born from great realms is beyond what ants like you can imagine." The black-robed youth yawned, openly expressing his contempt.

"Your tone is astonishingly arrogant—I've never heard of such a thing as a 'great realm,' nor have I heard anyone say the Spirit Realm is a small realm. You appear not to be from the Spirit Realm, but an outsider from another realm. Even so, do you truly believe that one person alone can oppose the power of an entire realm, act recklessly in our Spirit Realm, massacre countless beings, and conduct blood sacrifices?" The burly man paused, then suddenly recalled something, his face flashing with anger as he shouted.

"Naturally, slaughtering all beings of an entire realm is impossible. But if all Nascent Soul cultivators in this realm were as weak as you three, spending a little more time would make killing them all not difficult at all." The black-robed youth heard the burly man's shout, did not grow angry, but instead pondered for a moment, then replied seriously.

This naturally made the burly man's face extremely ugly.

At that moment, the other Nascent Soul cultivator beside him, who had remained silent, a man whose entire body was covered in snake patterns and whose pupils were long and narrow, suddenly rolled on the ground and instantly transformed into a four-winged emerald giant serpent.

This giant serpent, merely flapping its four wings with force, instantly transformed into a green thread that shot forth.

It was merely a flash, and it instantly appeared over a thousand zhang away; another flash, and it seemed about to escape.

"Foolish. Under the might of my Wanling Blood Seal, how could a mere Nascent Soul cultivator possibly escape? Seal!" The black-robed youth glanced at the direction the flying serpent fled, then immediately uttered the word "Seal."

In an instant, blood light suddenly appeared above the emerald flying serpent, and a phantom seal the size of a small mountain "Boom—" appeared, then seemed to descend slowly.

At the moment the phantom of the great seal appeared above, the four-winged flying serpent below trembled for no reason and froze in place, staring helplessly as the great seal phantom crashed down upon its body with a booming sound.

The moment the seal's power touched the flying serpent, it immediately let out a piercing, tragic cry.

The flying serpent's body, together with the old man's Nascent Soul inside, instantly transformed into specks of spiritual light and dissipated.

After a wisp of blood light swept downward, all that spiritual light was sucked into the phantom seal from nowhere.

The originally somewhat blurred seal, after flashes of blood-red light and rosy clouds on its surface, gradually became clearer and more solid.

But the next moment, a humming sound rang out, and the phantom seal flashed and vanished into the void.

Witnessing his companion, whose cultivation was similar to his own, almost instantly killed, the burly man, despite having endured countless storms and possessing an extremely resolute nature, could not help but reveal a hint of despair.

The opponent's power was originally unfathomable, and now his own cultivation had been forcibly suppressed by such a degree, leaving him with no chance of victory whatsoever.

Yet even so, he naturally had no reason to sit and wait for death—he could only fight desperately.

As the black-robed youth's gaze had not yet withdrawn from the distance, the burly man suddenly let out a tremendous roar, a blue light flashed behind him, and suddenly a giant phantom with a dragon's head and a horse's body appeared.

As this phantom first appeared, the dragon's head opened its mouth wide, thunder roared, and countless blue spiritual balls surged madly from its mouth.

At the same time, the burly man flicked his sleeves, and over a dozen assorted treasures flew out, exploding instantly upon leaving his sleeves.

For a moment, over a dozen blazing light balls like suns surged toward the black-robed youth with overwhelming momentum, seeming unstoppable.

Yet the burly man himself twisted his body, and his physical form exploded into a blood mist, directly revealing the Nascent Soul of Great Achievement hidden within.

This Nascent Soul merely inhaled deeply, and the surrounding blood mist was completely sucked into its body in an instant.

After another flash of blood light, the burly man's Nascent Soul instantly turned transparent and dissipated into the air.

Faced with the dense barrage of spiritual balls and the terrifying suns formed by the self-detonation of over a dozen treasures, the black-robed youth gave a yin-chilling smile, made no attempt to dodge, and instead slowly extended the hand behind his back forward. (To be continued.)