Chapter 2460

"Disciple also discovered a profound jade mine hidden very deep while traveling in the Xichuan region of the Thunder Continent this time, and only then did I accidentally find so many Hao Yin Stones at its core," Bai Guo'er replied respectfully.

"So that's how it is. But if you hadn't cultivated the Cold Soul divine ability to such a realm, I'm afraid you wouldn't have been able to sense the existence of these Hao Yin Stones. You have made a great contribution this time. Go down first; I will naturally reward you heavily later," Han Li nodded and ordered with a gentle expression.

"Yes, then disciple will take her leave," Bai Guo'er bowed again obediently and exited the hall.

After Bai Guo'er's beautiful figure disappeared at the hall gate, Han Li revealed a look of contemplation.

The Hao Yin Cold Soul Mountain in the Yuanhe Five Extremes Mountain can finally be refined.

In this way, only the materials for the last North Pole Yuan Mountain are still missing. Regarding this, he wasn't too worried.

Back in the Fallen Demon Valley of the Human Realm, he had once encountered an astonishing number of North Pole Yuan Lights; he imagined that he should be able to easily find the North Pole Yuan Crystals he needed there.

However, with his current cultivation realm, it was naturally impossible for his main body to descend to the lower realm. Otherwise, just that terrifying interface power would be enough to make him unable to bear it, and only by setting up a way to use a specially-made star plate for breaking the realm, plus paying no small price, could he let a wisp of his soul break the realm and return to the Human Realm.

That wisp of special soul he had been cultivating in the Yuan Soul Lamp could finally be put to great use this time.

As soon as Han Li thought about being able to return to the Human Realm, the names of sects like the Seven Profound Sect, Yellow Maple Valley, and Falling Cloud Sect emerged in his mind. At the same time, the images of his parents, little sister, Li Feiyu, Great Expansion Divine Lord, and others flashed through his mind, and for a time, he was completely immersed in memories.

Several months later, in the secret room of the Qingyuan Palace, after a heaven-shaking loud noise, in a giant red tripod furnace in the center of the secret room, a snow-white, crystal-clear small mountain emerged amidst countless silver flames.

As soon as this mountain came out of the furnace, it expanded in the wind. It was covered in various white runes that flickered in and out of existence, and a vast expanse of white cold Qi rolled out from above.

"The Hao Yin Cold Soul Mountain is finally refined. Below, only that sole North Pole Yuan Mountain remains," Han Li, sitting in a corner of the secret room, looked at the crystal-clear small mountain before him, his eyes narrowing.

A year later, on a hidden small path at the border between the Dajin territory and the Barbarian Race in the Human Realm. Several men with ferocious appearances were surrounding a fire, roasting a small beast of unknown name, and talking loudly about something.

Although these few people were dressed in tattered clothes, they all had short knives, long spears, and other weapons placed beside them, looking as if they still had some bloodstains on them.

In a corner beside the fire, another thin man was lying horizontally.

This man looked no more than twenty-one or twenty-two years old, his face was exceptionally pale, his eyes closed tightly, wearing a blue Confucian robe, his entire body bound tightly with a hemp rope. His mouth was even more tightly bound with a wooden stick sharpened at both ends, and some black blood kept flowing out. He looked like a dying person who had only incoming breath and no outgoing breath.

Those few burly men turned a blind eye to this, eating meat while chatting excitedly.

After an unknown amount of time, one of the disheveled men suddenly said to the others:

"That poor scholar should have stopped breathing by now, right? Someone go over and take a look. Hehe, a mere poor scholar with no power to truss a chicken actually dared to meddle in our business. Truly tired of living."

"I'll go take a look. This poor scholar hasn't moved for a long time; he should be about done. If he's not dead, I'll add a knife and personally send him on his way," another thinnest man glanced at the bound man sideways, saying with a face full of murderous aura.

"Suit yourself, but be quick. We should leave this area tomorrow and change to another place to continue being at ease. The world has been in chaos recently, and even people like us are having a hard time," the disheveled man said noncommittally.

The thin man smiled ferociously, grabbed a single knife from beside him, and actually walked toward the blue-robed man with a swaying gait.

He raised his foot and kicked.

A muffled sound!

The blue-robed man flew out several feet away with a flip, face up, but still didn't move, though the black blood at the corners of his mouth had somewhat congealed.

This thin man looked unremarkable, but his strength was not small.

"He's actually dead. Phew, count yourself lucky, otherwise you'd have to take another knife from this master," the thin man saw this situation, spat a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground, turned around with his knife, and still wanted to return to sit beside the fire.

Just then, a gray evil wind rolled over from afar. Amidst the flashing flames, a low, strange laugh echoed:

"Wonderful, I didn't expect to encounter such good prey in this kind of wilderness. After sucking the Yin souls of you few, that treasure of mine can finally be refined successfully."

"Not good, it's that evil Daoist who has been making a huge stir nearby; everyone run!" The disheveled man's expression changed drastically upon hearing this voice, and he shouted loudly, jumping up and running away wildly in a certain direction without even daring to grab the weapons beside him.

Seeing this situation, the others also ran away in a panic with pale faces.

In the blink of an eye, only the blue-robed man was left lying there motionless near the fire.

"Gaga..."

The strange laughter in the gray wind continued, spinning, and suddenly several strands of black Qi flew out from within, shooting toward different directions.

After a moment, miserable screams echoed one after another in different directions.

Following this, the sinister laughter stopped abruptly, and all the black Qi shot back toward the sky above the fire. After gathering into a ball, a Daoist wearing a black Daoist robe appeared in the low sky.

This Daoist had a pair of triangular small eyes and high-raised brows, giving one a feeling of being exceptionally gloomy, but he was currently holding a gray-white crystal ball, his face filled with joy.

"Not bad, not bad! The essence souls of these few people actually contain such a great murderous aura; it seems the number of people who died in their hands is absolutely not small. Using them to refine my treasure is truly the best," the black-robed Daoist first danced with joy, then swept his gaze over the ground beside him, revealing a hint of surprise on his face, but he immediately shook the crystal ball toward that side.

With a "puff" sound, a strand of black Qi rolled out from the crystal ball and shrouded the blue-robed Confucian scholar on the ground.

"Boom!"

The moment the black Qi touched the blue-robed Confucian scholar, it actually burst open without any warning, and the rolling air waves blew the Daoist himself back repeatedly.

"Which fellow Daoist is being sneaky? Why not show yourself?" The black-robed Daoist saw this situation, shouted in alarm, and hurriedly threw out several talismans, turning into several layers of light screens of different colors to protect himself, while looking around cautiously.

"Looking at your evil aura, you must be cultivating one of the most inferior demonic cultivation techniques," a faint man's voice came from nearby.

"Who?"

The black-robed Daoist was startled, hurriedly turned his head to look where the voice came from, but couldn't help but be stunned.

He saw that the blue-robed Confucian scholar who had originally been lying down had actually sat up at some point, not only were the ropes on his body and the wooden stick in his mouth gone, but he was looking at him with a faint gaze.

"Who are you, coming for this poor Daoist?" The black-robed Daoist was suspicious and fearful, countless thoughts turning in his heart in an instant, and asked very cautiously.

"Coming for you? Hehe, you think too highly of yourself; I'm afraid no one in the entire Human Realm has the qualifications to make me do this," the blue-robed man swept his gaze over the surroundings, looked at the Daoist again, and said with a hint of sarcasm.

"What? Human Realm? You are..."

"Forget it, what is there to say to a mere demonic junior like you? I can know where this is in the Human Realm immediately, right?" The blue-robed Confucian scholar's gaze turned cold, directly interrupting the black-robed Daoist's words. He opened his mouth again, and a cyan thread shot out instantly.

"Chi-chi" sounds of breaking air echoed!

The layers of protective light screens on the black-robed Daoist's body shattered and vanished, and a hole the thickness of a finger appeared on his brow. He didn't even hum, falling to the ground directly.

The blue-robed Confucian scholar raised his hand and beckoned lightly.

"Whoosh!"

The black-robed Daoist's corpse shot over out of thin air, and after being pressed on the head, it hovered before him.

The Confucian scholar's eyes flashed with blue light, and a crystal thread vaguely shot out from between his brows, flashing and disappearing into the Daoist's head.

As a result, only a moment later, the Confucian scholar released his hand and let the Daoist's corpse fall to the ground.

"Dajin internal strife! War between righteousness and evil! Somewhat interesting! I didn't expect the Human Realm I returned to this time to have become so chaotic. But these have nothing to do with me! It's a pity this person's cultivation was only Foundation Establishment, so he didn't know much; I don't know what the situation is like in Tiannan," the blue-robed Confucian scholar muttered a few times thoughtfully before standing up unhurriedly.

He was naturally Han Li, who had returned to the Human Realm. Although the magic power brought by his wisp of soul wasn't much, for the Human Realm, he was still an invincible existence approximating the peak of Nascent Soul.

Han Li looked at his dust-covered clothes, then raised his hand to touch his current face, furrowing his brows.

Suddenly, he pinched a seal with both hands, and a layer of cyan light rippled from his body. After a blur, a youth with an ordinary face and wearing a cyan robe appeared in the original place.

After Han Li cast the secret technique, he easily transformed his physical body into his original appearance, then stomped his foot again, turning into a cyan rainbow and breaking through the air.

Outside a giant city in Dajin, millions of soldiers were climbing toward the city wall like ants along towering ladders.

And on the city wall, the defending soldiers, who had only slight differences in their attire, were shooting crazily downward with bows and arrows, while rows of long spears were thrusting desperately at the attacking soldiers who had climbed onto the city wall.

For a time, blood flowed like a river, and the murderous aura soared to the sky.