[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-a-mortal-s-journey-to-immortality":3,"chapter-a-mortal-s-journey-to-immortality-a-mortal-s-journey-to-immortality-chapter-987":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","A Mortal's Journey to Immortality",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2335913,4565,"Chapter 987","a-mortal-s-journey-to-immortality-chapter-987",987,"\u003Cp>At that moment, after a thunderclap, Han Li vanished from his spot; twenty-plus zhang away, a flash of lightning appeared, and Han Li’s figure reemerged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as soon as he reappeared, Han Li fixed his gaze on the spot where the light had erupted, his expression grim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the Mingqing Spirit Eyes, he saw every detail within the light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword, infused with geng essence, should have been devastatingly sharp, but each sword-light that struck the golden barrier was effortlessly deflected, as if the swords’ power had never even been unleashed—merely bounced away by the barrier’s own force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lightning serpent of the Biexie Divine Thunder, upon striking the barrier, merely caused it to tremble before dissipating uselessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when the purple flame landed on the golden barrier...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Han Li’s eyes flashed with cold light; as the radiance dimmed and vanished, a massive block of ice appeared in the distance—pale purple in color—with the golden barrier and the Silver-Winged Nightfork both frozen inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Silver-Winged Nightfork remained unharmed within the barrier, but its face showed astonishment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, it had not expected the purple flame to freeze the golden barrier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet since it had not frozen its true body, this fiend’s escape was effortless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Silver-Winged Nightfork pressed both hands against the golden barrier; countless golden rays shot out, piercing fine holes through the ice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire block of purple ice cracked apart inch by inch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Han Li’s heart tightened; he gestured with his hand, and all his swords spun once before flying back at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moments later, the Silver-Winged Nightfork’s form shifted, and it appeared effortlessly outside the purple ice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then it fixed Han Li with a dead-eyed stare and suddenly raised its hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Golden light blazed from its palm as a golden orb materialized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But at that moment, Han Li suddenly spoke:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now I can finally be certain—besides earth and wind duns, you indeed know the Golden Dun technique. But as I understand, even among human cultivators, few can master it. Among undead corpses, only the legendary Golden Body Moon Corpse possesses such ability. Have you begun your advancement?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, Han Li glanced twice at the corpse’s pale golden scales.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing Han Li’s question, the Silver-Winged Nightfork was momentarily surprised, then sneered coldly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmph! I began my advancement ten thousand years ago. Had your few mid-Nascent Soul cultivators joined forces from the start, perhaps you might have had a chance. But now, with only you alone—even with your tricks—it’s pure fantasy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No sooner had he finished than the Silver-Winged Nightfork no longer concealed itself; its wings fluttered lightly, turning from silver-white to pale gold, and an overwhelming aura erupted without restraint—so powerful that even the massive light curtain shielding the formation seemed to tremble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Han Li’s pupils contracted. This aura was far stronger than any late-Nascent Soul cultivator he had ever encountered—far beyond the level of the Three Great Cultivators of Tiannan. The only beings he could imagine overpowering this flying corpse were the two Ancient Demons he had seen in the Fallen Demon Valley.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Han Li secretly recoiled inwardly, but outwardly he calmly probed:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Even if you began your advancement long ago, trapped in this dark, sunless place, you cannot absorb the essence of yin moonlight. Even after another ten thousand years of cultivation, you could never succeed. You’ve merely grasped a fraction of the Golden Dun technique—your methods are strange, but useless against artifacts not infused with metallic materials.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Han Li spoke, he recalled how the corpse had pierced through the Bronze Dun and deflected all his swords—his mind grew uneasy. After all, few artifacts today lacked metallic components.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hehe, is that so? Then let you truly feel its taste. But I have no interest in chasing you anymore. Next strike—you’ll surrender your life willingly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Silver-Winged Nightfork said no more; one hand lifted, the golden orb in its palm glowing blindingly bright, while the other hand spread its fingers upward, shooting gray beams toward the dry corpses bound to the stone pillars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, the beams vanished into the corpses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Han Li had no time to intervene; his face darkened, and he sensed something ominous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indeed, clanging sounds erupted from the pillars; chains fell one by one, and the corpses opened their emerald-green eyes, staggering away from the pillars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But after taking only a few steps, they halted, staring blankly at Han Li in the air, devoid of any emotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“With so many corpse-spirit incarnations aiding you, you have no chance of victory. Surrender now, and you’ll suffer less in soul-burning torment!” The Silver-Winged Nightfork stood firm, speaking coldly to Han Li.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Han Li scanned the surrounding dry corpses, fell silent, then sighed deeply after a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I never expected this journey would require using this treasure—whether it’s your misfortune or my bad luck, I can’t say.” Han Li murmured softly, then without hesitation slapped a finely crafted storage bag at his waist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a soft *puff*, a fist-sized orb flew out of the bag, spun once, then landed in Han Li’s hand—a simple, ancient-looking feather fan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fan was only a few inches long, divided into gold, silver, and red hues. Its surface was densely covered with talismanic runes, layer upon layer; as it trembled slightly, the three-colored auras shifted constantly, countless symbols flashing forth in succession, making even a brief glance dizzying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simply by looking at it, one knew this was no ordinary treasure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the opposite Silver-Winged Nightfork had completed its spell and struck first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It let out a roar and hurled the golden orb into the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The orb spun rapidly, unleashing ten thousand golden rays.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the rays left the orb, they shimmered and transformed into countless golden needles, each as fine as cow hairs. They circled near the orb, then rained down upon Han Li from all directions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, half the sky blazed golden, the assault like a downpour—Han Li had nowhere to dodge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, the dry corpses beneath the pillars simultaneously raised both hands, pouring forth endless threads of corpse-spirit energy from their fingertips, weaving together low in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the blink of an eye, a massive net, dozens of zhang wide, formed beneath Han Li—gray and misty, it surged upward without mercy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This net was enormous, its corpse-spirit energy astonishingly potent. A normal cultivator would have lost control of his magic and grown limp before the net even touched him, forced to surrender helplessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Han Li himself was a corpse-spirit body, and he had cultivated the Vajra Decree—he was utterly immune to such spirit energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the sheer scale of the attack—like a heavenly net and earth-bound trap—still startled Han Li inwardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, his face darkened; he rubbed his hands together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flash of light, and the Three-Flame Fan expanded to several chi in size.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Han Li gripped the fan’s handle, gathered all his magic power, and swung it downward with all his strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What happened next shocked Han Li—he felt his magic power being violently sucked away by the fan, nearly half of it drained in an instant, making him nearly drop the fan on the spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, as the Three-Flame Fan emitted a phoenix cry, his magic flow ceased. Then the fan shuddered violently, and a torrent of three-colored flame surged from its surface, converging into a single massive fire phoenix—measuring over a zhang tall, adorned with golden, silver, and red tail feathers—that shot straight toward the net.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This spectacle left Han Li momentarily stunned, but he had no time to dwell on it. He had originally intended to swing the fan at the golden needles too, but with his magic nearly depleted, he could only change tactics—pointing at the swords before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, all his swords blazed golden, spinning rapidly; lotuses of golden light bloomed around Han Li, engulfing his form completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he did not stop—he spat a mouthful of essence blood onto the Snow Crystal Pearl hovering above his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Snow Crystal Pearl shuddered violently and spat out a thread of deep purple flame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under Han Li’s incantation, the flame circled him like a living thing; the surrounding temperature plummeted sharply, accompanied by a sharp *sizzling* sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wall of ice, over ten zhang tall, materialized beside Han Li as the purple flame dissipated, shimmering with purple radiance, completely shielding him within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, under the torrent of golden light, the countless golden needles finally reached the ice wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A chorus of *ding-dong* sounds erupted!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As golden rays met purple light, countless golden dots glowed on the ice wall’s surface, leaving behind dense, inch-deep pinholes; under the relentless assault, layers of holes piled atop one another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the ice wall was over a zhang thick, its outer layer was instantly eroded by a full chi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His expression subtly changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Han Li did not know that the Silver-Winged Nightfork, witnessing this, was equally astonished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For his golden needles, though formed from metallic spiritual energy, were not ordinary energy that could be replenished—they were refined over time from an unknown metallic ore, painstakingly absorbed during his imprisonment here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These unique energies had been forged for thousands of years with corpse-fire, their power extraordinary. When shaped into needle-like artifacts, they became devastatingly sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After such a massive, overwhelming assault, they failed to break through—this naturally left him internally bewildered. After all, he had only recently shattered a block of purple ice with identical golden rays.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Silver-Winged Nightfork did not know that the purple flame Han Li had just summoned using essence blood was no longer ordinary Purple Luo Heaven Flame—it was a strand of Ice-Flame Essence, refined from the flame after prolonged consumption of Snowflake Pills and with the aid of the Snow Crystal Pearl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This essence concentrated the utmost frigid energy of all Purple Luo Heaven Flame—far surpassing ordinary versions. But to summon it while his magic was low, Han Li had no choice but to use a mouthful of essence blood to force it forth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, the three-colored fire phoenix summoned by Han Li’s fan plunged into the gray net below.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The net, woven from corpse-spirit threads, flashed gray light and instantly spat forth countless gray threads, wrapping around the seemingly small fire phoenix.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, the dense threads obscured the sky, nearly burying the bird entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fire phoenix let out a proud, clear cry, spun once, then erupted in concentric rings of mysterious aura—within the aura, golden, silver, and red lights rotated ceaselessly, and profound runes surged forth, dazzlingly magnificent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment the corpse-spirit threads entered the aura, an unbelievable sight occurred!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Net\u003C\u002Fp>",1771,"2026-06-20T21:12:49.722Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","e0ce193800c15cb3bc4297f766f7721005e43587e04f82b607f4f4a42290e177","a-mortal-s-journey-to-immortality-chapter-988","a-mortal-s-journey-to-immortality-chapter-986",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fa-mortal-s-journey-to-immortality-cover.jpg"]