Chapter 844

"Since I am you, and you are me, now that I have gained self-awareness, why should I obey you? Moreover, in the Sacred Realm, it is not uncommon for a split soul to be consumed by its original. When you let me break free, you should have anticipated this outcome."

"True. I did foresee it to some extent. But I never expected that after breaking free, you would rush ahead of human cultivators to seize my sealed body. Even worse, to break the seal, you resorted to Self-Dismantling Transformation, restructuring your form. Don't you know this method, though it forcibly breaks the seal, severely damages my body's primordial energy—costing at least a third of my cultivation base? Do you understand what this means?"

"Hmph! What do you mean 'your body'? I was always part of your primordial spirit. Why shouldn't I claim this body? Even if I've lost a third of my cultivation, as long as I devour you and avoid those cowardly cultivators in the Mortal Realm, this world will be mine to roam freely. Then I'll reopen the ancient passage between the Sacred Realm and the Mortal Realm—earning great merit for the Sacred Ancestors, perhaps even becoming one myself. Losing a fraction of my cultivation? What of it?"

The four-armed, two-headed demon spirit heard this and knew that nothing more could be said.

Since the Second Demon Soul had begun to rebel, only one of them could remain autonomous in the world—the other must be obliterated, without question.

Had he not been driven to desperation, with his main primordial spirit unable to escape the sealing restraints, he would never have risked letting his split soul depart forever.

Though the opponent had seized the demon body, his cultivation was no match for the original vessel. Yet back then, he had been the main primordial spirit, and naturally placed certain seals upon the split soul he released. He did not know how many the opponent had broken, but in combat, who would prevail remained uncertain.

Thinking this, one of the demon spirit's heads suddenly turned, glancing at the surrounding cultivators, then coldly spoke:

"Whichever of us devours the other can be decided later. First, let us devour these cultivators' Nascent Souls to replenish our strength, then find a secluded place to settle our dominance. I won't let these humans dream of profiting from our conflict. You have no objection, do you?"

"Of course not. The remaining seals within me have already been nearly purged. Even if you didn't act, I could kill them all myself." The demon-headed ancient demon spoke calmly, then his eyes suddenly flared with vivid purple-red demonic light as both pupils fully opened.

"Heh, don't boast too much. Some of these cultivators are quite troublesome." The demon spirit sneered, his gaze unconsciously sweeping toward Han Li.

The demon-headed ancient demon opened his mouth, retracting his long purple tongue, yet his expression remained dismissive.

When the cultivators saw the four-armed, two-headed demon appear, they were startled. After hearing the two demons' unguarded conversation, they were left dumbfounded.

From their tone, the two demons had originally been the main primordial spirit and the Second Primordial Spirit. Now, the Second Primordial Spirit had gained autonomy and seized the demon's body, turning them into bitter enemies.

Lord Lord Lihu and the silver-haired elder, among others, secretly rejoiced, believing the two demons would fight each other first, allowing them to exploit the chaos. But unexpectedly, the demons suddenly decided to unite against them—each face turned pale.

"Wei Daoist, please buy us time against your opponent. Let Lord Lord Lihu and the other two assist you. I and the rest will deal with the other demon. For now, we must secure our own safety." Han Li, after a swift thought, calmly addressed Wei Wei Wuyan.

"I'll do my best! But the seals within me have weakened considerably—I don't know how long I can hold out injured." Wei Wei Wuyan blinked, then gave a wry smile, understanding Han Li's intent to delay.

Other cultivators were arriving on the road; the longer they delayed, the better.

Lord Lord Lihu and the white-robed woman heard Han Li's commanding words without resistance. In the cultivation world, strength ruled. Han Li's cultivation far surpassed theirs, and his strategy was sound. They had no reason to oppose him.

Yet the two demons above gave the human cultivators no time to deliberate. As soon as Han Li spoke, before he could even confer with the silver-haired elder and others, the two demons moved.

The demon-headed ancient demon spun swiftly, his body flashing with demonic light. Instantly, the sky darkened as black-purple demonic radiance surged wildly outward, rapidly engulfing the surrounding heavens in an eerie hue.

The demon spirit above made no effort to evade the light curtain. Instead, both heads wore strange expressions before their forms flickered and vanished within the glow.

Seeing this, the cultivators knew the battle had begun. Whatever their original intentions, they now had no choice but to press forward.

Wei Wei Wuyan's body blazed with green light, then vanished again into the poisonous mist. The previously calm fog surged violently, launching over a dozen emerald poison serpents formed from condensed toxin, fangs and claws bared, lunging upward to temporarily hold back the roaring demonic radiance.

Seeing this, Lord Lord Lihu and the white-robed woman exchanged glances, then shot forward as twin streaks of light toward Wei Wei Wuyan's position. The white-robed woman drew her purple-glowing treasure mirror and unleashed a thick, five-colored beam that pierced through the light curtain without hesitation, dashing through.

Lord Lord Lihu, having lost his original circular treasure, now drew the jade scepter he had used earlier, shielding his body before hurling a green jade seal that transformed into a mass of green aura, crashing into the light curtain with formidable force.

In their minds, even wounded, Wei Wei Wuyan—a cultivator who had dominated Tiannan for centuries—was far more reliable than staying near Han Li. At least, the demon spirit's invisibility technique was too uncanny. They had no confidence in detecting it; safer to remain under Wei Wei Wuyan's poison mist while confronting the other demon.

In an instant, they flew into the green mist. Wei Wei Wuyan had already opened a passage, allowing them to enter unharmed.

Han Li had no time to further concern himself with Lord Lord Lihu and the woman. He glanced indifferently toward the group of the Cheng surname and others.

But he froze slightly.

The three of them, caught off-guard, had been instantly engulfed by the black-purple demonic light curtain. Yet these three were ancient, seasoned Nascent Soul cultivators—they had their own methods.

Instantly, the three and their two golems clustered tightly, back-to-back forming a plum-blossom defensive formation, each drawing their defensive treasures, which erupted into swirling spiritual light, instantly layering five or six thick protective barriers.

Even the two ghost golems simultaneously spat thick gray-white yin energy, submerging the five of them in its depths.

At the same moment, Han Li heard the silver-haired elder's voice in his mind:

"Younger Brother Han, this demon seems extraordinarily powerful. It would be safer if we gathered together."

Han Li smiled wryly.

It seemed these three had indeed found their own way here without a map—they had their own skills. He didn't need to overly worry about this "Senior Cheng."

Yet this strategy, though seemingly safer, bound them rigidly together. They had to move as one to coordinate properly. But he was never good at teamwork—he preferred acting alone.

As he thought this, the demonic curtain reached above Han Li's head.

Han Li frowned; a flash of green light enveloped him in a layer of pale green spiritual radiance.

He raised both hands and flicked his fingers repeatedly toward the curtain.

Over a dozen Qing-colored sword qi, each over a zhang long, crisscrossed and shot out, effortlessly slicing the black-purple curtain into shreds.

Han Li paused, startled—but after glancing around, he sighed helplessly and lowered his arms.

Though the curtain above him had been shattered, black-purple demonic light flared everywhere nearby. He was now fully enclosed within the ancient demon's demonic curtain.

At this moment, the ancient demon's demonic curtain covered at least ten li in diameter—truly astonishing in scale.

Han Li's movements slowed slightly; the demonic curtain above flickered and instantly restored itself, descending once more.

This time, Han Li merely shook his sleeve to release the blue shield, adding one more protective layer, then made no further futile gestures.

Han Li was instantly submerged in the black-purple light.

His eyes flickered—nothing seemed to happen—but his brow furrowed.

He did not believe the ancient demon had cast such a vast curtain for no reason. After a moment of careful observation, he finally sensed something—and his expression darkened.

Though his body felt no abnormality, both layers of his protective barriers were slowly leaking spiritual power. The loss was slight, but continuous—it would be catastrophic over time. These black-purple rays could directly absorb a cultivator's magic power.

Furious and alarmed, Han Li clenched his fists. Thunder rumbled. Two thick golden arcs erupted from his palms, flashed, and shot into the two protective layers before exploding.

A chorus of "crackling" erupted. Countless fine electric arcs danced across the green and blue barriers, pushing back the approaching demonic light by several inches. The strange draining ceased.

Han Li finally exhaled. With a thought, the Tianjue Demon Corpse and the golems stepped forward, surrounding him in a tight circle. The dozen giant turtles instantly exuded intense cold from their shells, crystalline ice spikes forming instantly.

All these actions, though numerous, occurred in the blink of an eye.

Han Li's expression remained blank as blue light flickered in his eyes—he activated the Mingqing Spiritual Eye technique.

But as he scanned left and right, his heart sank.

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