Chapter 2485: Volume 11 True Immortal Descends Chapter 2446 Ascension to the Immortal Realm Grand Finale

"This is merely a small unfulfilled wish of my former master, and only after the master ascends will there be a chance to fulfill it." The Crab Daoist nodded and said no more.

At this moment, the five-colored clouds in the sky grew ever larger, and an indescribable solemn aura began to emanate from within them.

"Fellow Daoists, please temporarily retreat for a moment. I am about to undergo the tribulation!" Han Li lifted his gaze once more to the heavens, narrowed his eyes, and spoke.

Mo Guang and the others naturally had no objections; they immediately fled together in their escape lights, flying toward the outskirts of the desolate island.

At the same time, Han Li flicked his sleeve, and a mass of golden light shot forth from within, within which a faint, bald, eyebrowless purple-golden figure flickered briefly before vanishing into the void.

It was precisely the head of the Gold-Eating Insect King.

Only then did Han Li calm his expression and sit down cross-legged.

After several flashes, Mo Guang, Huo Xuzi, and the others appeared high above the opposite side of the desolate island, halted their escape lights, and turned to gaze toward the center of the island.

Suddenly, a deep, thunderous roar echoed from afar, and within the five-colored mist, a vast black hole appeared out of nowhere, from which a howling wind surged forth, followed by a torrent of gray-white gale.

This wind began as only a small stream, but the moment it left the black hole, it instantly transformed, amid a humming sound, into a vast, sky-covering wind sea that pressed down with overwhelming force.

"The Heavenly Gang Wind has appeared—it seems the tribulation of ascension has truly descended." Huo Xuzi, upon seeing this, chuckled softly and said.

"Although this Heavenly Gang Wind is fierce, Han Daoist has long prepared countermeasures for it; there is truly nothing to fear." Mo Guang replied calmly, without haste or anxiety.

As the demon's words faded, a green lotus blossomed at the center of the desolate island, initially no larger than a house, but in the blink of an eye expanded to cover several mu. After spinning once, a surge of azure mist-like sword light erupted from within, slicing through everything nearby.

Despite flying sand and stones, and the relentless heavenly wind, the green lotus remained utterly still in the low air, firmly shielding everything beneath it.

The Heavenly Gang Wind blew for several hours.

For an ordinary Mahayana cultivator, this wind alone would be enough to make them groan in agony, draining much of their spiritual power—making it impossible to endure the even more terrifying tribulations yet to come.

But for Han Li, this expenditure of spiritual power was nothing more than a single hair on nine oxen.

A dull thud!

From within the black hole, a flash of rosy light appeared, and the raging wind finally ceased abruptly. Then, a surge of scorching heat burst forth from within, followed by the black hole's edges slightly expanding, after which countless crimson-red runes drifted out from within.

Each rune was palm-sized, its surface crystal-clear and shimmering, with faint golden threads barely visible, like hidden veins.

After a series of muffled "pūpūpū" sounds, these runes drifted a few times beneath the black hole before bursting open one after another into clusters of crimson light.

In the next instant, a dense rain of crimson needles poured down from the sky, nearly dyeing half the heavens red.

Even though this desolate island was immensely vast, and the area covered by the crimson needle rain was extremely distant, those standing at the island's edge still felt, amidst waves of sulfuric stench, a scorching heat wave rushing toward them—causing everyone's faces to change as they hastily unleashed various defensive treasures to shield their entire bodies.

The Mo Ling Holy Ship itself trembled once, then manifested a thick black curtain, enveloping all aboard within its protection.

Nangong Wan and the others could not help but flicker with a hint of worry on their faces.

Those standing here were merely slightly affected by the aftermath of the crimson needle rain's power, yet they appeared utterly overwhelmed.

How much more, then, must Han Li—directly beneath it—be enduring, perhaps a hundredfold or more?

What troubled them even more was that this was merely the beginning of the heavenly tribulation!

From within the azure giant lotus, a clear cry rang out, and a silver giant bird shot forth.

When the bird first emerged, it was only several zhang in size, but after its wings suddenly unfolded, ignoring the violent crimson needles in the air, its feathers turned entirely pale gold, and it instantly expanded into a colossal being a thousand zhang tall, while simultaneously, a strange icy power surged from its body, instantly freezing the land within thousands of li into a glacial realm.

……

After three days and three nights, each type of heavenly tribulation descended in turn, but all were calmly resolved one by one by Han Li within the green lotus.

By now, the entire desolate island had been utterly obliterated by the terrifying tribulations, leaving only a green lotus supported by a light array, glowing faintly below.

The nearby sea surface had also dropped by several zhang, half crystallized into icy plains, the other half transformed into rolling crimson seas.

Aside from a few Mahayana cultivators like the Ice Soul Silver Moon, all others had retreated to even more distant locations to wait.

……

When the black hole in the sky flickered and dissipated, clusters of purple electric arcs began to condense within the five-colored mist—the most terrifying thunder tribulation of the heavenly trial had finally descended.

But Han Li, long prepared, merely raised one hand, and a gray small mountain appeared out of thin air above the green lotus; after a slight spin, it transformed into a towering peak ten thousand zhang high, piercing the heavens.

A deep humming sound!

Instantly, rings of gray light erupted from within, spreading outward in all directions.

Each time a falling purple-gold lightning bolt was swept by one of these light rings, it would instantly shrink by a fraction.

These light rings actually contained a certain law-power that precisely countered heavenly lightning.

Some purple-gold arcs had not even descended yet when they were simultaneously swept by over a dozen light rings in midair, vanishing into nothingness.

However, the remaining arcs ignored the immense size of the gray mountain, passing through it like intangible entities, piercing straight down from its peak.

Witnessing this, Han Li's eyes suddenly flashed with piercing blue light, and he rose to his feet in an instant.

A long, piercing cry that pierced the nine heavens!

Instantly, a three-headed, six-armed colossal demon god flashed into existence within the green lotus; with one hand, it made a grasping motion in the void, and a massive ink-black sword appeared before it, materializing from nothing.

The demon god paid no heed to the great sword, instead letting out a tremendous roar as a layer of seemingly solid golden light shield appeared on its body, while its six fists clenched and struck fiercely toward the high heavens.

After a series of earth-shattering explosions, a vast, golden-yellow vortex appeared above the demon god's head, formed from nothing; after a slight turn, a terrifying force surged outward from within.

Under the pull of this immense force, many of the falling purple-gold lightning arcs were instantly sucked into the vortex.

The few remaining arcs that slipped through and struck the demon god's golden shield only caused it to tremble slightly—yet it did not shatter.

This was precisely one of Han Li's immortal realm secret techniques: the "Yuangang Shield."

The purple-gold lightning arcs in the sky fell continuously for over half a day. When the time came, the high-altitude arcs eased slightly, and faint, illusory silhouettes of purple-gold lightning dragons began to appear and disappear within the five-colored mist.

When they simultaneously raised their heads and opened their mouths wide, enormous lightning balls—each the size of a house—exploded downward in a frenzy.

……

With a thunderous "boom," after being entangled and lashed by over a dozen purple-gold lightning serpents, the light shield on the three-headed, six-armed demon god finally shattered completely, bit by bit.

After the five-colored mist in the high heavens churned once, the thunderous roar subsided, and the originally formed, expressionless giant face within the mist began to gradually blur and fade.

Behind the giant face, a flash of piercing purple light appeared, followed by the slow opening of a long, white fissure, from which faint, echoing chants of Buddhist sutras could be heard.

"The Gate of the Immortal Realm"

The demon god formed by Han Li below had already lost nine-tenths of his magic power, and upon seeing this scene, he inwardly rejoiced and let out a soft cry, then with one hand forming a seal, his body instantly shrank and returned to human form; raising his head to gaze at the milky-white rift in the sky, his face could not hide the excitement.

But just then, the giant face, which had already become almost faint and nearly invisible, suddenly opened its mouth again.

After a thunderclap, a seven-colored arc of lightning, utterly different from before, flashed downward; merely a sway, and it strangely pierced through the giant peak's green lotus, arriving above Han Li's head.

"Not good"

Han Li was startled, but immediately rubbed his two hands together and thrust them upward, a string of golden thunder-fire shooting out, then after shaking the dark-green wooden sword in his hand, it instantly transformed into a dark-green startling rainbow that shot up to meet it.

A tremendous roar that echoed through the entire sky.

A brilliant radiance that almost illuminated the entire ocean appeared in the void, but after only a few wild flashes, it shattered bit by bit amidst the undulating waves of law.

The dark-green sword light flashed down once more, and Han Li, holding the dark-green wooden sword, stumbled out.

But at this moment, his face was deathly pale, his entire body scorched black, and the wooden sword in his hand snapped in two from within, seemingly of its own accord.

Han Li lowered his head to glance at the broken wooden sword, then lifted his gaze to the high-altitude giant face, seeing that it had truly vanished this time, before finally exhaling a long breath and truly relaxing.

"Hehe, congratulations, Brother Han, on passing the heavenly tribulation; you will soon be able to ascend to the celestial realm."

With a pangbian fluctuation, a dark and murky light array flashed into existence, and then the figures of Demon Light, Fire Xuzi, Crab Daoist, and the golden little person all appeared together, Demon Light even letting out a low laugh as he spoke.

"Yes, finally having passed the ascension tribulation, you will soon become a true immortal." Han Li also murmured in reply, as if talking to himself.

Demon Light gave a faint smile, about to say more, when suddenly the milky-white rift in the sky burst forth with extremely splendid rosy light, and a thick as can be milky-white pillar of light shot down from within; merely a blur, it enveloped Han Li and the others entirely.

Within the light pillar, after a brief swirl, countless golden runes surged out wildly, and simultaneously, a wave of celestial realm law fluctuations, almost suffocating in intensity, rolled outward in all directions, instantly sweeping across every corner of the spirit realm.

Those great cultivators above the Mahayana stage merely sensed this fluctuation slightly, and all at once, delighted and surprised, immediately closed their eyes to meditate upon it.

Seeing this scene, Demon Light and Fire Xuzi both rejoiced, exchanged a glance, then one flickered his body and turned into a stream of black air that entered Han Li's body, while the other pinched a seal with one hand and transformed into a ball of fire that fled into Han Li's large sleeve.

The Gold-Devouring Insect King and the Crab Daoist, one being an immortal puppet and the other Han Li's spirit beast, naturally had no fear of this light pillar; after Han Li gestured, they each similarly transformed into two streaks of escape light that entered the spirit beast ring on Han Li's wrist.

At this moment, in the distant sky, the sound of breaking space could be heard, and faintly visible were more than a dozen streaks of escape light appearing at the horizon, then flying toward this side at the utmost speed.

But it was already too late.

Han Li, after only vaguely seeing Ning Wan's anxious and beautiful face within one of those escape lights, felt his body lighten, and immediately, wrapped in countless golden lights, he shot upward along the light pillar toward the celestial rift.

And at the moment Fang Yi entered the rift, Han Li only felt his entire body stiffen, his skull sink, and then he fainted right then and there.

……

After an unknown amount of time had passed, Han Li slowly opened his eyes in a refreshing sensation, but before him appeared the face of an extraordinarily handsome young man.

The owner of this face gave him a slight smile, then revealed a set of white teeth and said:

"I am Gao Sheng, welcome, fellow Daoist, to your ascension to the Northern Cold Immortal Realm!"

(Mortal's Book, the mortal and spirit realm sections have now completely ended! Hehe, the immortal realm section may be written later if time permits, but these few years I probably won't write a sequel to Mortal's.)(To be continued……)