Chapter 469: Illusionary Realm Black Hall

Han Li only glanced sideways and walked his own path without paying any more attention.

But as Han Li gradually moved away in the corridor, the immortal sounds from the sky became even louder, and the white cranes that had been dancing flew to both sides of the corridor, spreading their wings and calling out.

A moment later, amidst the immortal music, all the cranes suddenly twisted and transformed into young girls wearing palace attire of various colors.

These women each looked only sixteen or seventeen years old, but each was exceptionally beautiful, full of youthful vitality, twisting their slender waists that were soft as if boneless, and laughing lightly at Han Li.

Their bright eyes were full of deep affection, as if Han Li were their most admired lover.

And at this time, the music changed, becoming lingering and gentle, full of the feeling of romantic love, making the hidden feelings in one's heart surge up unknowingly.

Han Li's expression shifted upon hearing this, but immediately, his heart became as hard as iron, ignoring the soft whispers of the girls on both sides, his face expressionless.

After walking out several dozen feet, the sounds in Han Li's ears changed again, and the tone of sorrow and resentment began to ring out.

The girls' eyes changed accordingly, stopping their waist dancing, and one by one, they looked at Han Li with sorrowful expressions, transforming into endless resentment, watching Han Li with extreme sadness, as if Han Li had become the heartless person who broke their hearts in this instant. It made one feel heartache and pity upon looking.

"A bit interesting!" Han Li smiled, actually becoming greatly interested and walking while appreciating the sorrowful expressions of the girls, looking like he was watching a good show.

Han Li was very clear that since the Extreme Wonder Illusionary Realm was arranged after the Ghost Mist and the Ice Fire Path, it naturally couldn't just have these small tricks; it must have other means.

Sure enough, seeing that even this didn't make Han Li stop for a moment, the immortal sounds began to transmit some lingering, lewd sounds that made one's heart beat faster. At the same time, the girls outside also flashed with radiance, instantly growing seven or eight years older, transforming into beautiful, plump, and stunning young married women.

These stunning beauties each had flushed faces, eyes like fire, making various provocative movements, and step by step, they shed the light gauze palace attire on their bodies, revealing their naked, fair, and exquisite bodies—each pair of plump breasts and fat buttocks full of temptation that made men go crazy. And the coquettish moans and groans emitted from their flushed little mouths were even harder to resist than the heavenly demon music, constantly provoking the hidden desires in a man's heart.

Han Li was stunned, but after the Great Expansion Art flowed through his brain, his expression immediately returned to normal.

Even if a True Person had specifically cast a fox-charming technique at him, he wouldn't care, so these inferior illusions naturally wouldn't be taken into his eyes.

The movements of the beautiful young women on both sides of the corridor became even more wanton; some pressed their plump breasts and threw flirtatious glances at Han Li, some stroked their bodies while twisting their willow waists, and others actually hugged each other, starting to engage in fake phoenix and real phoenix acts in public...

Han Li was dazzled and found it somewhat amazing, but because the Great Expansion Art protected his heart and spirit, he just treated it as a rare romantic encounter and appreciated it properly.

Next, the young women's appearances changed again, beginning to transform into beauties of various types—dignified and generous noble women, passionate and fiery lewd women, pure and lovely young girls, cold and arrogant chaste women—each with different styles and temperaments. It was as if all the stunning beauties of the mortal world were being displayed one by one outside.

Han Li wore a faint smile, but his eyes were incomparably cold, without the slightest intention of being moved.

After an hour of strolling, Han Li finally reached the end of the corridor.

In front appeared a flat-topped black hall, with walls and doors all built from black bricks.

Looking from the wide-open door that was over ten feet high, it was pitch black inside, without a single glimmer of light, giving one an incomparably strange feeling.

Just as Han Li saw the black hall, the lewd sounds and the beautiful women of various styles outside the corridor vanished. Outside, there were still vast white clouds, and everything returned to the appearance when he first entered the corridor.

Han Li had no look of surprise, but instead looked at the black hall, revealing a trace of solemnity, and his footsteps slowed down unconsciously.

Before even getting close to the black hall, a thick smell of blood rushed toward his face.

Han Li frowned and stared again.

Only then did he discover that this palace was not completely black, but a strange color of black mixed with miserable red, as if the entire hall had been cast and solidified by hot blood, full of evil aura.

Han Li stood before the hall door with his arms crossed, lowering his head and pondering.

Although he had never asked anyone about the detailed situation inside the Extreme Wonder Illusionary Realm, just looking at the appearance of this hall, he knew that the inside must be testing negative emotions like fear and terror. This point, for him, was not something he could handle as calmly as before.

After all, Han Li knew his own weaknesses in his state of mind very well.

He was not some fearless tough guy, nor was he a wise man who was wise but appeared foolish; at most, he was a mortal with a little cleverness and scheming. If he truly saw some unbearable scene, his divine sense would be obscured after a moment of impulse, and that would be terrible.

It seemed that this time, he would have to rely on the help of the Poluo Bead to pass the hurdle.

Thinking of this, Han Li rubbed the round beads on his wrist, settled his heart a little, and walked into the hall.

Dark, incomparably dark!

Just as Han Li walked into the hall, he had such an extremely uncomfortable feeling.

I don't know what kind of restriction was set up here; even if Han Li opened his eyes wide, he could only see a distance of three or four feet. His divine sense also couldn't leave his body to explore.

But even so, it was fine, but there was not the slightest sound in the surroundings, silent enough to make one somewhat afraid.

Han Li couldn't help but lick his lips and raised his hand, wanting to release a fireball.

But as soon as the fire light lit up, with a "pfft" sound, the fireball extinguished itself.

Han Li was stunned and, unwilling to give up, reached into his storage bag and took out a moonstone.

But as soon as this stone was taken out, after a flash of white light, it dimmed rapidly, becoming lusterless, as if it had become an ordinary stone.

Only then did he understand that the restriction of this hall actually had the strange effect of absorbing all kinds of light.

He immediately gave up this thought and walked slowly toward the front.

But before he had walked a few steps, a faint, bitter weeping sound suddenly rang in his ears, coming intermittently from afar, sounding as if it were a young woman.

Han Li sneered and ignored this sound, still walking along a fixed direction.

But the weeping sound drifted around him, crying more and more sadly and painfully, looking like it was determined to follow him.

"Pfft!" Han Li was somewhat annoyed by this sound and couldn't help but let out a loud shout, making the nearby ground tremble slightly.

The weeping sound vanished instantly.

Han Li was greatly satisfied in his heart, and his footsteps quickened by three points, wanting to pass through this hall as quickly as possible.

But before he had walked a few feet, the weeping sound actually rang out again, and following this sound, a white figure appeared not far in front of Han Li. It was kneeling on the ground, appearing to be a young married woman wearing mourning clothes!

The sad and painful sound came from her mouth.

What was strange was that this woman was clearly kneeling quite far away, but Han Li still saw her at a glance.

Han Li's expression turned cold; he looked coldly at this white-clad young woman and walked straight toward her without stopping his footsteps in the slightest.

He was very clear that in this kind of environment, the more timid and cowardly one was, the easier it was to be deceived by the illusions in the hall. Avoiding and retreating was not the way; facing it calmly was the best response.

Thinking of this, Han Li was only seven or eight feet away from the white-clad young woman.

Just as he wanted to shout again regardless of anything to drive this woman away, he suddenly felt that the woman's weeping sound seemed somewhat familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere a long time ago.

Han Li's heart shivered, and he hurriedly became alert, knowing this was just an illusion and he couldn't be charmed by it.

But under his gaze, the white-clad woman's figure became increasingly familiar, and a name was about to pop out in his mind, but for a moment, he couldn't think clearly who this woman resembled.

Han Li's footsteps stopped unconsciously; he frowned and looked at the woman before him, silent and cold.

"Fourth Brother!" A timid, weak voice came from the young woman.

Upon hearing this, Han Li's brain "boomed," and blood couldn't help but surge to the top of his head, and he couldn't help but open his mouth to ask:

"Who are you? Could it be..."

"Fourth Brother, you don't recognize me? It's me, Little Sister!" The white shadow, which had been lowering its head, lifted it gently, revealing a sad face that was incomparably delicate. That familiar face, the small nose, and those bright eyes that could speak were exactly the same as his Little Sister when he had stolen a glance at her when leaving home, only that she, dressed as a young married woman, seemed to have an extra touch of mature charm.

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