Chapter 2481: Volume 11 True Immortal Descends Chapter 2442 Return to the Mortal Realm

Volume Eleven: True Immortal Descends, Chapter 2442 – Returning to the Mortal Realm

"I discovered this hidden deep xuanyu mine while traveling through the western Sichuan region of the Thunder Continent, and by chance found so many Haoyin stones at its core," Bai Guo'er replied respectfully.

"Ah, I see. But if you hadn't cultivated your Cold Soul Divine Ability to such a degree, you likely wouldn't have sensed these Haoyin stones. You've rendered great merit this time—go on now. I'll reward you handsomely later," Han Li said, nodding with a gentle expression.

"Yes, then I'll take my leave, Master." Bai Guo'er immediately bowed obediently again and exited the hall.

After Bai Guo'er's graceful figure disappeared at the hall's gate, Han Li fell into deep thought.

The Haoyin Cold Soul Mountain within the Five Extremes Mountain of Yuanhe can finally be refined.

Now only the material for the final Northern Pole Yuan Mountain remains unsecured. As for this, he isn't particularly worried.

Back when he fell into the Demon Valley of the Mortal Realm, he once encountered an astonishing amount of Northern Pole Yuan Light—surely he could easily find the Northern Pole Yuan Crystals he needs there.

However, given his current cultivation level, his true body naturally cannot descend to the lower realm afterward; otherwise, the terrifying interface power would overwhelm him. Only by using a specialized boundary-breaking star disk and paying a considerable price could a fragment of his soul break through and return to the Mortal Realm.

That special soul fragment he has been nurturing in the Soul-Nurturing Lamp can finally be put to great use this time.

Upon thinking of returning to the Mortal Realm, the names of the Seven Mysteries Sect, Yellow Maple Valley, and Falling Cloud Sect instantly surfaced in his mind, along with images of his parents, younger sister, Li Feiyu, and the Great Yan God Monarch—flashing through his thoughts as he became utterly lost in reverie.

……

Several months later. A thunderous boom echoed from the secret chamber of Qingyuan Palace. At the center of the chamber, within a massive crimson cauldron, a small snow-white, crystal-clear mountain emerged amidst countless swirling silver flames.

As soon as this mountain left the furnace, it immediately expanded in the wind—various white runes flickered faintly on its surface, and a vast expanse of white cold air rolled forth from it.

"The Haoyin Cold Soul Mountain has finally been refined—now only the Northern Pole Yuan Mountain remains." Han Li, seated cross-legged in a corner of the chamber, gazed at the crystalline small mountain before him, his eyes narrowing slightly.

……

One year later, on a secluded small road at the edge of the Great Jin Dynasty's borderlands, where it meets the barbarian tribes, several fierce-looking men gathered around a fire, roasting an unknown small beast and shouting loudly.

Though their clothes were tattered, each man had short blades, long spears, or other weapons placed nearby, faintly stained with what appeared to be blood.

In a corner beside the fire, another emaciated man lay horizontally on the ground.

This man appeared to be about twenty-one or twenty-two years old, with an abnormally pale complexion, tightly shut eyes, wearing a blue scholar's robe, his entire body bound tightly with hemp rope. His mouth was further gagged with a sharpened wooden stick at both ends, tightly constricting him, and black blood continuously oozed out—a picture of one who only draws breath but cannot exhale, on the verge of death.

The several burly men paid no attention to him, eating meat and chatting excitedly.

After an unknown amount of time, one of the men, his hair disheveled, suddenly shouted to the others:

"That poor scholar should be about to die by now—who wants to go check? Hehe, a mere weakling who can't even tie a chicken, daring to meddle in our affairs? He's just begging to die."

"I'll go take a look. This poor scholar hasn't moved in half a day—he's probably about done. If he's not dead yet, I'll finish him with a stab and send him on my own." Another man, the smallest and thinnest among them, glanced sideways at the bound man, his face full of killing intent, and said.

"Do as you wish, but make it quick. We're leaving this area tomorrow—we need to find another place to roam freely. Lately, the world has fallen into chaos; even we can barely get by." The disheveled-haired man replied noncommittally.

After a ferocious grin, the thin man snatched up a single blade from beside him and actually staggered toward the blue-robed man.

He raised his hand and kicked.

A dull thud!

The blue-robed man flipped and flew several feet away, face up, still motionless, but the black blood at the corner of his mouth had begun to coagulate slightly.

Though the thin man appeared unimpressive, his strength was clearly not to be underestimated.

"He's really dead. Pah, consider yourself lucky—otherwise, you'd have to take another blow from me, Grandpa." Seeing this, the thin man spat a mouthful of thick phlegm onto the ground, then raised his blade and turned, intending to return to sit by the fire.

Just then, a sudden gust of gray, murky evil wind swept from afar, swirling through the flashing flames, and a low, eerie laugh echoed out:

"Excellent—unexpected to find such fine prey in this desolate wilderness. After absorbing your souls, my treasure can finally be successfully refined."

"Oh no—it's that notorious Daoist troublemaker making a ruckus nearby! Everyone, run!" The disheveled-haired man heard the voice, his face instantly paled, and he shouted, then leapt up, not even daring to grab his weapon, and fled wildly in one direction.

The others, seeing this, likewise turned pale with fright and scattered, sprinting away at full speed.

In the blink of an eye, only the blue-robed man remained motionless where he lay, near the fire.

"Heh heh heh..."

The eerie laughter in the gray wind continued, swirling around, when suddenly several streams of black qi shot out from within, streaking toward different directions.

Shortly after, shrill, miserable cries echoed from various directions in succession.

Then the yin laughter abruptly ceased—all the black qi suddenly reversed course, shooting upward toward the fire's vicinity, swirling into a dense mass in midair, where a figure in a black Daoist robe appeared.

This Daoist had a pair of triangular small eyes, high arched brows, giving off a deeply gloomy aura—but now he clutched a gray-white crystal ball, his face lit with delight.

"Excellent, excellent! These few people's essences actually contain such immense killing intent—clearly, many have died at their hands. Perfect for refining my treasure. Hmm, there's actually another person nearby—his soul hasn't scattered yet? Then I'll take him too." The black-robed Daoist first danced with joy, then swept his gaze across the ground beside him, a flicker of surprise crossing his face—but he immediately shook the crystal ball toward that spot.

With a "puff," a stream of black qi shot from the crystal ball, enveloping the blue-robed scholar on the ground.

"Boom"

The moment the black qi touched the blue-robed scholar, it exploded instantly without any warning—rolling shockwaves blasted the Daoist himself backward repeatedly.

"Which Daoist friend is skulking about? Why not show yourself?" The black-robed Daoist, startled, shouted loudly, then hastily flung out several talismans, which instantly transformed into multiple layers of differently colored light shields protecting him, while he warily scanned his surroundings.

"Judging by your evil aura, you're cultivating some low-grade demonic path, aren't you?" A calm male voice echoed from nearby.

"Who?"

The black-robed Daoist jumped in alarm, hastily turning toward the voice—only to stare, mouth agape, in stunned disbelief.

There, the man who had originally lain on the ground in blue robes had somehow sat up—his bonds and the wooden gag in his mouth were gone, vanished without a trace, and he now gazed at the Daoist with a calm, detached look.

"Who are you, coming here to bother this humble Daoist?" The black-robed Daoist, shocked and suspicious, his mind racing through countless thoughts, asked cautiously.

"Coming specifically for you? Hehe, you flatter yourself too much—no one in the entire Mortal Realm is worthy of such attention from me." The blue-robed man glanced around, then looked at the Daoist, a hint of mockery appearing on his face as he spoke.

"What? Mortal Realm? You're…?"

"Never mind—what could I possibly say to someone like you, a petty demonic cultivator? I'll know exactly where in the Mortal Realm this is shortly." The blue-robed scholar's eyes turned cold. He cut off the Daoist's words, opened his mouth, and a single green thread shot out like lightning.

A sharp "hiss" tore through the air!

The layers of protective light on the black-robed Daoist's body instantly shattered—then, without a sound, a finger-thick blood hole appeared in his forehead, and he toppled over backward, lifeless, without even a groan.

The blue-robed scholar raised his hand and gently beckoned.

With a "swish," the black-robed Daoist's corpse flew through the air, seized by a grip on the skull, and hovered before him.

The scholar's blue eyes flickered faintly, and another crystal thread flashed between his brows—vanishing instantly as it pierced into the Daoist's skull.

Moments later, the scholar loosened his grip, allowing the Daoist's corpse to fall to the ground.

"The Great Jin is in internal chaos! A great war between righteousness and evil! Interesting! I never expected that upon returning to the human realm this time, it would have become so chaotic. But this has nothing much to do with me! It's a pity this person's cultivation is only at Foundation Establishment, knowing little, so I don't know how things are over in Tiannan."

After the blue-robed scholar murmured a few thoughtful words, he slowly stood up without haste.

He is naturally Han Li, who has returned to the human realm. Although the magic power brought by his sliver of divided soul is not much, to the human realm, he remains an invincible existence akin to a peak Nascent Soul.

Han Li looked up and down at his dust-covered clothes, then raised his hand to touch his current face, and furrowed his brow.

Suddenly, he pinched a seal with both hands, and a layer of green light rippled outward from his body. After a blur, a youth with an ordinary appearance, wearing a green robe, instantly appeared in his place.

After Han Li performed the secret technique, he easily transformed his physical body back to its original form. Then, with a stomp of his foot, he turned into a green streak and shot through the air.

……

Outside a certain giant city of the Great Jin, millions of soldiers swarmed like ants along towering siege ladders, desperately climbing toward the city walls.

On the city walls, the defending soldiers, whose attire differed only slightly, desperately shot arrows downward without cease, while rows of spears fiercely stabbed at the attacking soldiers scrambling up the walls.

For a time, blood flowed like rivers, and killing intent surged to the heavens.