Chapter 2453

With the speed of the three, they naturally reached the center of the giant island in the blink of an eye.

Looking from afar, a seemingly ordinary mountain peak appeared before them.

Suddenly, a muffled sound came from above the mountain, and a milky-white beam of light shot into the sky.

Following this, the scenery ahead shattered like a mirror, revealing two lush green mountain peaks and a valley brimming with spiritual energy.

The milky-white beam of light was shooting out from the valley.

"Spirit Heaven Pillar!"

Upon seeing the beam of light appear, a look of astonishment appeared on Han Li's face.

When he came last time, this spirit pillar had only appeared after the restrictions were broken.

Now that he hadn't even arrived, how could this pillar emerge from Bitter Spirit Valley on its own?

Han Li's thoughts turned rapidly, and just as he was pondering the reason, a buzzing sound echoed on his body. A ball of cyan light shot out from his sleeve, and after a blur, it turned into a blurry shadow and shot toward the distant beam of light.

Han Li's expression changed drastically. A large hand reached out, and at the same time, an invisible giant force rolled over, instantly imprisoning the cyan light several hundred zhang away.

After the cyan light converged, it was indeed that small cyan-green bottle.

Only at this moment, the small bottle was covered in countless ink-green runes, and its entire body was trembling crazily as if it were transparent, looking as if it were desperately trying to break free from the imprisonment.

Almost at the same time, a harsh, piercing screech came from the milky-white beam of light not far away. A ball of yellow light flashed within, and like a meteor, it shot toward Han Li's side.

Han Li's heart tightened, and without thinking, his other large hand also grabbed toward the distance.

Immediately, ripples appeared above the yellow light, and a giant golden hand several zhang large appeared out of thin air. With a slight opening of its five fingers, it grabbed the yellow light below like lightning.

Chi-chi sounds erupted from within the yellow light!

Countless cyan threads shot out from within, and the seemingly indestructible giant golden hand was instantly riddled with holes. After another tremor, it turned into specks of spiritual light and dissipated.

And that ball of yellow light blurred again, crossing several miles to appear directly beside the small cyan-green bottle.

After the yellow light glow rolled and dissipated, another pale yellow small bottle appeared from within.

The style and appearance of this small bottle were exactly the same as the cyan-green small bottle. It was only pale yellow, and its entire body shimmered with flowing light, giving one a strange feeling that it wasn't a physical object.

As soon as this object appeared, it immediately rushed toward the cyan small bottle impatiently, seemingly intending to merge directly into one.

"Bang!"

The light on the surface of the cyan small bottle suddenly surged, and a layer of ink-green light patterns emerged out of thin air, forcibly bouncing the yellow small bottle away.

The yellow small bottle rolled several zhang away before it stabilized its form, its light condensing once again.

Two points of yellow light flashed on the bottle body, and two black eyeballs the size of beans appeared very strangely, revealing an expression of surprise in a very anthropomorphic way.

Following this, the yellow small bottle moved again, rushing crazily around the cyan small bottle, but no matter what means it employed, it was forcibly pushed away by that layer of ink-green light patterns, making it impossible for it to truly reach the cyan small bottle.

The pair of black eyeballs on the yellow small bottle couldn't help but flash wildly, revealing an expression of extreme anxiety.

At the same time, not far away, Han Li, who was pinching a certain Immortal Realm spell, breathed a long sigh of relief upon seeing this situation.

Integrating that replica into the body of the Palm Heaven Bottle and temporarily controlling this bottle was indeed very effective against this Bottle Spirit. No wonder that immortal Ma Liang was bestowed with a replica treasure when he descended to the lower realm; in all likelihood, that Nine Origin Dao Ancestor also had similar intentions.

As Han Li thought this, his face revealed no expression. Instead, his figure swayed, and he drifted slowly toward the two bottles.

Yuan Yan, the Holy Ancestor who had been trailing behind, was also stunned by this unexpected scene.

He and the other two great ancestors had taken turns guarding this Bitter Spirit Island for tens of thousands of years; how could he not know that such a strange treasure existed on the island?

Although that yellow small bottle couldn't truly take human form yet, it clearly possessed true spirituality, and its value was likely no less than that of an ordinary Profound Heaven Treasure.

As for why Han Li knew this treasure was here and that it had a deep connection to another treasure on his body, this Demon Race ancestor didn't want to consider the reasons anymore.

Instead, his heart grew hot, and he wanted to continue forward with Han Li.

But just then, a thunderclap echoed nearby, and the Crab Daoist blocked his path without knowing when. Countless silver arcs swirled around his body, and he stared at him coldly without saying a word.

Yuan Yan, the Holy Ancestor, felt his heart tighten, and he stopped in his tracks. His purple eyes glanced at Han Li's back in the distance, then looked at the Crab Daoist's expressionless face. A look of hesitation couldn't help but appear on his face, and for a moment, he couldn't decide whether he should really force his way through.

Although he hadn't fought Han Li after he advanced to Mahayana, the other party had been able to save his life in his hands back when he was in the Fusion stage. He imagined that after advancing to Mahayana, his strength was far more terrifying than the rumors suggested, plus there was such a pseudo-immortal puppet with extraordinary Mahayana strength standing by with a covetous gaze.

Although he had always held himself in high regard, he absolutely didn't believe he had any possibility of defeating the other party, and seizing the treasure was even more of a daydream. Instead, acting rashly might greatly enrage the other party and forge a true life-and-death enemy for himself.

After carefully weighing it in his heart, Ancestor Yuan Yan sighed secretly and gave up on other thoughts, simply standing still, seemingly calm, to watch Han Li's next moves.

This Demon Race ancestor didn't know what a great opportunity he had missed.

The spiritual treasure in his eyes was actually a supreme treasure that even an Immortal Realm Dao Ancestor would value highly.

If he knew the true origin of the Palm Heaven Bottle, even if there was a one-in-ten-thousand chance, this Demon Race ancestor would absolutely not have watched this bottle fall into Han Li's hands like this.

At the same time, Han Li had already approached the two small bottles very carefully, his face filled with an exceptionally solemn expression.

Although the other party was only a Bottle Spirit without a physical body, after seeing the other party's means of easily dispersing his secret technique just now, he had long since raised his caution to the highest level, absolutely not daring to treat the other party as an ordinary spiritual object.

After the yellow small bottle failed to reach the side of the cyan small bottle more than a dozen times, it finally stopped this senseless, crazy behavior. Instead, it stopped in the nearby void, and a pair of black eyeballs stared at Han Li's side.

It had an expression of some doubt and some solemnity.

Seeing this situation, Han Li secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as this Bottle Spirit didn't attack or flee upon meeting, everything else would be much easier to handle.

As he thought this, he flicked a sleeve, and a golden talisman immediately burst and cracked silently within.

Immediately, a thick cyan mist rolled out from his sleeve, and after surging, it completely submerged the void within a radius of a mile.

The situation between Han Li and the two small bottles was completely blocked by the thick mist, and even with Ancestor Yuan Yan's divine abilities, his spiritual sense couldn't pierce through it.

Seeing this situation, the Demon Race ancestor's expression changed slightly, secretly rejoicing that he hadn't truly acted just now.

If nothing else, just the other party's divine ability to directly block his spiritual sense was absolutely enough to give one a headache.

Time passed bit by bit, and there was never any sound from the cyan mist sea, and the mist remained motionless as if frozen.

Seeing this, Yuan Yan naturally furrowed his brows, but he couldn't truly rest assured and leave Han Li alone on the island.

He simply steeled his heart and summoned the three-headed black flood dragon with one hand, sitting cross-legged on its massive body himself.

This wait lasted for seven days and seven nights!

Just as Yuan Yan felt extremely impatient and began to calculate whether he should go into the mist sea to check, an exceptionally joyful long whistle came from the mist sea.

The cyan mist began to surge and roll again.

A streak of escape light flashed, and a cyan rainbow flew out from within.

Then a figure flickered.

Han Li appeared in high spirits before Yuan Yan, and after glancing at him, he said with a hint of a smile:

"Oh, Brother Yuan, you haven't left yet; I've kept you waiting for a long time."

"Hmph, this island is located in the Demon Source Sea; how could I leave an alien like you alone here? You've finished handling your business, right? Since you already have the treasure in hand, why don't you leave quickly?" Yuan Yan stood up from the giant dragon, saying unpleasantly.

"If you don't say it, I have no intention of lingering here either. Hehe, if I meet you again next time, I don't know how long it will be." Han Li yawned, the joy in his heart not diminishing by even half.

Following this, he didn't talk much with the Demon Race ancestor before him. After greeting the Crab Daoist, the two flew away along the path they came.

Yuan Yan watched their departing escape light, his expression becoming exceptionally gloomy.

In the secret room of the black giant ship, Han Li was playing with a small bottle that was dripping with emerald green, a smile appearing at the corners of his mouth.

A long time later, he put away the small bottle and closed his eyes to meditate again.

As for the process of him subduing the Bottle Spirit, and what exactly happened during those seven days and seven nights in the mist sea.

Whether Han Li later returned to the Human Race or eventually ascended to the Immortal Realm and became a supreme existence, he never revealed even half a word to anyone.

This left many of his good friends and disciples secretly guessing for a long time without ever getting the true answer.

Several months later, above a bottomless canyon in the Demon Realm, the black giant ship floated quietly in mid-air. Han Li and the Crab Daoist flew out, standing shoulder to shoulder and gazing into the distance below.

"Breaking through the realm from here will lead to the Moke Realm, which is closest to Dragon Island. That fellow Fan Paozi was vague, saying that there would be Dragon Island envoys specifically sent to pick us up in this realm, but he didn't reveal the exact location; this is a bit troublesome." Han Li muttered with a bitter smile, then pinched a seal with one hand and pointed at the black giant ship.

Immediately, the Ink Spirit Holy Ship shrank rapidly with a buzz, and with a flash, it flew into Han Li's large sleeve.

After Han Li grabbed into the void with one hand, a cyan sword mark appeared on his arm, and an ink-green wooden sword suddenly appeared in his hand, which he slashed fiercely toward the bottom. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please go to read.)

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