Chapter 1151: Chaos Arises

Han Li chuckled and said no more. With a flick of his wrist, he scanned the jade slip with his divine sense.

However, after reading just a few lines, his expression drastically changed—first stunned, then incredulous, and finally overjoyed.

The infant of Man Huzi, witnessing this, was utterly baffled.

Still, he had indeed made no alterations to the chant, so there was nothing to worry about.

After the time it took to burn an entire stick of incense, Han Li finally finished reading the jade slip at a pace far slower than Man Huzi had anticipated. He withdrew his divine sense, but his expression remained unsettled.

“Brother Man, where did you learn this Tuo Tian Devil Art? Does it have any particular origin?” Han Li asked slowly.

“Origin? This devil art is a renowned technique in the Chaotic Star Seas, passed down for generations. Its fame is no less than the Six Extremes True Devil Art of the Six Paths. However, it has always been transmitted through a single lineage. I only learned it after encountering my master. What? Is there something wrong with this technique?” the infant asked, puzzled.

“Nothing at all!” Han Li’s eyes flickered as he shook his head. With a flip of his palm, the jade slip vanished.

“If Brother Han has no time to cultivate this technique, you can simply pass it on to any disciple. As long as the Tuo Tian Devil Art’s legacy isn’t severed, that’s enough!” Having witnessed Han Li’s earlier odd reaction, Man Huzi naturally didn’t believe his words, but he merely spoke indifferently, showing no intention to pursue the matter.

For him, devouring Ji Yin’s infant was the top priority, so he immediately added, “Now that you’ve reviewed the technique, may I proceed?” As he spoke, his infant’s eyes flashed red, and a layer of killing intent surfaced on his face.

“Of course! But Brother Man seems rather weak now. Would you like my assistance?” Han Li glanced at the frozen Ji Yin and asked with a smile.

“Thank you for your kindness, but that won’t be necessary. Though my current magic power is less than a tenth of what it once was, dealing with an immobilized cultivator is still more than manageable.” Man Huzi shook his head, speaking with absolute confidence.

“Then I’ll leave it to you. I’ll wait outside.” Han Li smiled faintly and, without further words, flickered to the entrance before leisurely exiting the stone chamber.

Now, only Man Huzi’s infant and the frozen Ji Yin remained inside.

The infant stared at Ji Yin with a sinister expression, while Ji Yin, unable to move, revealed sheer terror in his eyes.

Standing in the passage outside the stone chamber, Han Li silently toyed with the jade slip in his hand, lost in thought.

The chamber remained eerily silent, with no sound whatsoever. Only after a full quarter-hour did a weary voice finally emerge.

“Brother Han, you may enter now.” It was Man Huzi’s voice, though slightly hoarse.

Han Li raised an eyebrow, clapped his hands together, and the jade slip vanished once more.

He then turned and walked back into the stone chamber.

The massive blue ice block still stood intact, but Ji Yin inside had rolled his eyes like a dead fish, devoid of any breath.

The infant hovered above the blue ice, its body now slightly larger than before, brimming with vitality and no longer appearing weak. However, its small face was etched with exhaustion.

“Thank you, Brother Han! I’ve temporarily regained most of my essence and must seize this moment to pass on immediately, lest all my efforts go to waste. The location of my secret cave is…” The infant spoke urgently upon seeing Han Li, but its voice dropped to a whisper at the end, directly transmitting the message.

Han Li listened intently, then nodded without changing his expression.

“Very well. My vengeance is fulfilled, and I shall pass on here. Brother Han, you may do as you please.” The infant exhaled deeply, speaking calmly. Then, with a flicker, it shot to a corner of the chamber and sat cross-legged.

A blinding golden light erupted from the infant’s body, its aura fluctuating wildly between strength and weakness.

Han Li smiled faintly, paying no further attention to Man Huzi’s passing. Instead, he rubbed his hands together and flicked them outward.

With a thunderous roar, several thick golden arcs shot forth, striking the massive ice block and exploding in a burst of golden light.

Instantly, the ice shattered into countless fragments under the fine electric currents, reducing Ji Yin’s body to mincemeat as well.

Han Li glanced at the remains, confirming there were no split souls or secondary spirits hidden within, then nodded in satisfaction before turning away.

At that moment, cracks began to spread across the infant’s glowing surface, golden light seeping through as if molten gold were about to spill out.

Han Li narrowed his eyes, silently watching Man Huzi’s infant.

With a soft *pop*, the infant disintegrated into motes of golden light, vanishing into the void.

Witnessing Man Huzi’s passing, Han Li sighed softly and flicked a finger toward the remains on the ground.

A fireball shot out, engulfing everything in flames.

Without a second glance at the blaze, Han Li transformed into a green streak, circled the chamber once, and shot out through the entrance.

In the blink of an eye, his escape light vanished down the passage.

With no need for caution on his way out, Han Li traveled at full speed, reaching the end of the passage in moments.

A stone wall shimmering with spiritual light blocked his path.

Without hesitation, Han Li raised a hand, golden light flickering at his fingertips as he prepared to slash the door open with a sword aura.

But at that moment, a deafening roar shook the entire passage, accompanied by tremors and echoing booms.

Han Li froze in surprise, but his hands never stopped. Several golden sword beams crisscrossed, cleaving the stone door into pieces.

With a flicker, he appeared outside the door.

Beyond lay the first floor of the pavilion, the stone door merely a hidden entrance in one corner.

Once outside, the noise and tremors intensified tenfold. From beyond the pavilion’s entrance came wild laughter, furious shouts, and the constant roar of explosions, as if the stone peak had become a battlefield.

Frowning, Han Li saw a red streak fly into the pavilion. Before its occupant could even see who stood inside, they shouted, “Disaster! The Ironstone Peak’s demon beasts have suddenly— Huh? Who are you? Where’s Elder Wu?” The cultivator, realizing the person in the hall wasn’t Ji Yin as expected, gasped in shock.

Han Li smirked and spat out a golden streak that vanished instantly. A scream followed as the red-clad cultivator was bisected by a sword beam that materialized out of nowhere, his crimson flying sword clattering to the ground in two pieces.

This unlucky Core Formation cultivator of the Inverse Star Alliance had barely glimpsed Han Li before meeting his end.

From the man’s few words, Han Li gathered that sea demons had launched a surprise attack on the alliance.

Though puzzled, he had no intention of getting involved. With a hand seal, he concealed his aura and vanished from sight before drifting casually toward the pavilion’s exit.

But before he reached the door, a thunderous roar boomed from the sky: “Fellow Daoist Tang, with so many of our sea clan’s transformed members here today, your Inverse Star Alliance stands no chance. Hand over that supreme-grade spirit stone, and we might spare your lives!”

The speaker’s voice boomed with overwhelming power, shaking the weaker alliance cultivators outside into weakness, their spiritual power stagnating.

Hearing “supreme-grade spirit stone,” Han Li’s heart skipped a beat. Without hesitation, he shot out of the pavilion and looked skyward.

Chaos reigned outside—flashes of spiritual light, explosions, and dozens of cultivators battling bizarre sea demons. Above, pale blue mist shrouded the sky.

Beneath the mist, several clashes raged. A gaunt, blue-robed elder wielded a green mirror that unleashed blinding rays in one hand and a blue flying sword that danced like a flood dragon in the other.

His opponent was an enormously fat monk, towering in stature, with golden rings on his arms and a bowl in hand, spewing blue mist that blocked the elder’s attacks. The thunderous voice had come from him.

Han Li’s blue-lit gaze spotted silver scales on the monk’s neck.

Elsewhere, a man and woman teamed up against a scholar with short horns, while a gray-robed elder clashed with a figure wreathed in flames, using a gourd to summon gusts of Yin wind.

Further away, a churning mass of bloody mist concealed roars and explosions, suggesting another fierce battle.

The outcome remained unclear, but the alliance’s decision to recall its Nascent Soul cultivators from other islands had proven wise—otherwise, the peak’s defenses would’ve fallen instantly.

“What supreme-grade spirit stone? Have I misheard? I possess no such thing,” the gaunt elder replied calmly, intensifying his attacks.

“Still playing the fool, Fellow Daoist Tang? How laughable!” The fat monk guffawed, spewing more blue mist with a sneer.

“So you’re merely acting on rumors! A supreme-grade spirit stone in the human world? Preposterous! But for your unprovoked assault on our peak and slaughter of our members, Tang will not let this slide!” The elder laughed coldly, his expression darkening.