After hearing the previous words, he finally had some clarity in his mind!
It was clear that Ling Yuling had summoned him here using the Ten Thousand Miles Talisman to deal with the master of the Wanfa Sect. Speaking of which, he had met this Wan Tianming before in the Void Heaven Hall.
The impression this man left on him was far from favorable—he seemed deeply scheming. However, the fact that Wan Tianming had advanced to late-stage Nascent Soul cultivation was quite a surprise to Han Li.
The Twin Saints of Heavenly Star, who had dragged the Six Paths Demon Saint and Wan Sangu to their deaths, likely never anticipated this turn of events. Otherwise, according to their original plan, the Star Palace should have already defeated the Anti-Star Alliance and restored its rule over the Chaotic Star Sea, without needing to call him here for assistance.
That said, Han Li truly didn’t take Wan Tianming seriously.
This Wan Sect Leader had advanced later than him—how could he possibly be a match? With his cultivation now further consolidated and his spiritual sense greatly enhanced, even if he encountered a Deity Transformation cultivator, he could still manage to protect himself.
With these thoughts in mind, Han Li’s mind quickly shifted to the Magnetic Divine Light and the legendary Magnetic Mountain.
The cultivation chant for the Magnetic Divine Light wasn’t particularly rare—it was said to be somewhat widespread in the Star Sea. Even without the Star Palace’s help, he could gather it with enough time and effort.
But the Magnetic Mountain was a unique treasure of the human realm. Whether a second one even existed in the entire human world was uncertain.
Though he didn’t know if the mountain was essential for cultivating the Magnetic Divine Light, every high-level cultivator in the Chaotic Star Sea knew that the Twin Saints of Heavenly Star only began practicing this technique after discovering this treasure. At the very least, the mountain greatly aided its cultivation. Otherwise, if the technique had been passed down before the Twin Saints, why had no one else attempted it?
Lost in these musings, Han Li gave the old man and the burly man a slight nod, uttered a few perfunctory words of thanks, and then, with a flash of spiritual light, transformed into a green streak and soared away.
From start to finish, he never asked why these two had been fighting or which faction they belonged to.
The old man and the burly man respectfully watched Han Li depart, only exhaling in unison once the green streak vanished beyond the horizon. Then, they glared at each other again.
However, Han Li’s interruption had dampened their fighting spirit. After exchanging a few harsh words, they too left the scene in frustration.
By then, Han Li was already over a hundred miles away.
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Several tens of thousands of miles away from Heavenly Star City, above the sea, over a dozen streaks of light shot toward the city.
The cultivators within these streaks varied in age, but their attire was identical, clearly marking them as members of the same sect or faction.
Perhaps because they were nearing Heavenly Star City, the cultivators appeared relaxed, some even whispering among themselves.
Then, suddenly—
A brilliant white light erupted from the sea below them, and over a dozen white beams shot upward. Amidst a series of thunderous explosions, only the three highest-ranking Golden Core cultivators managed to dodge in time. The rest were struck by the beams and instantly disintegrated into nothingness.
The three survivors, furious and alarmed, summoned their magic treasures and frantically scanned the waters below.
No further beams emerged, but seven or eight streaks of light shot up from the sea, swiftly encircling them.
“Dogs of the Anti-Star Alliance!” one of the survivors—a gray-bearded elder—roared in venomous recognition.
A cold laugh came from one of the encircling lights as a sinister-looking middle-aged man materialized. “Well, well, if it isn’t Brother Lu of the White Water Sword Sect? I thought your sect claimed neutrality and refused to take sides. What brings you here, far from Longli Island?”
The elder glared. “Spare me your hypocrisy. Our sect has always been a branch of the Star Palace. Now that the palace faces calamity, how could we stand idly by? Enough talk—let’s go!”
With that, the three Golden Core cultivators merged their escape lights into a single multicolored streak, charging toward the blockade.
Realizing they were outnumbered, they had chosen flight over fight.
Two Anti-Star Alliance cultivators blocking their path showed no panic. With a synchronized motion, they unleashed a vast expanse of azure light, which materialized into a massive net, trapping the trio inside.
The elder and his companions struggled futilely against the unbreakable threads.
The sinister man laughed. “Save your strength, Brother Lu. This Heaven-Earth Net was bestowed by our sect’s elders. Even Golden Core cultivators like you can’t break free. And even if you did, it’s pointless—Heavenly Star City is already surrounded. Its fall is inevitable. Let me send you on your way!”
He opened his mouth, preparing to summon a white flying sword to execute the trapped trio.
But then—
A calm, unfamiliar voice echoed in the air. “Oh? So Heavenly Star City has been besieged for some time? Care to elaborate?”
The sinister man stiffened, his face paling. “Who’s there? Show yourself!”
The other Anti-Star Alliance cultivators frantically scanned their surroundings, but found nothing.
Then, above the trapped trio, green light flickered, and a figure materialized—a young man in a green robe, his expression cold.
“An… an Nascent Soul cultivator?!” one of the nearest Anti-Star Alliance members gasped.
The sinister man’s eyes widened in terror. Without a word, he formed a hand seal and fled as a white streak, vanishing in moments.
The others gaped in disbelief. Even against an Nascent Soul cultivator, their combined strength should have posed a challenge. Why had their leader fled without even testing the enemy?
The green-robed youth—Han Li, who had arrived after over a month of travel—frowned. With a flick of his finger, a red streak shot forth, piercing the fleeing man in an instant.
A scream rang out as the white light dissipated, and a burning figure plummeted into the sea.
Han Li casually recalled the red streak, which vanished back into his sleeve.
His gaze swept over the remaining cultivators. “Now, would anyone like to answer my question?”
Though his voice was soft, it sent chills down their spines.
Now they understood their leader’s panic.
This man’s power was beyond comprehension. Even together, they stood no chance. And worse—he seemed hostile to the Anti-Star Alliance.
Swallowing hard, a hook-nosed man forced a smile. “W-what would you like to know, Senior?”
Han Li’s eyes glinted coldly. “Didn’t I just ask? Or must I repeat myself?”
The man’s smile froze. “O-of course! Heavenly Star City is indeed besieged. Otherwise, we wouldn’t dare operate so close to it.”
Han Li smirked. “Clever. Advancing your attack to catch the Star Palace off guard—and eliminate its loyalists in one sweep.”
The man wiped his brow. “T-that’s beyond our rank, Senior. We just follow orders.”
Han Li’s gaze sharpened. “Even so, Heavenly Star City is vast. How could your forces truly encircle it?”
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