Han Li made a hand seal with one hand, and another white shadow flew out from his body, transforming into a white-clad woman in a flash before vanishing into the nearby void.
After setting up so many contingencies, he finally activated the Taiyi Cleansing Talisman. His figure turned invisible as silver runes shimmered around him.
His ethereal form swiftly floated down a passageway, his face expressionless.
After navigating several turns in the corridor, a milky-white stone chamber finally appeared at the end. Four faint yet discernible auras emanated from within.
Han Li narrowed his eyes slightly but continued drifting forward without pause.
Moments later, he reached the entrance of the cavern and swept his gaze inside.
The cavern was astonishingly large—several times the size of the previous ones—spanning over a hundred zhang, resembling a small plaza.
At the center of the plaza, a silver, semi-circular light barrier arched like an overturned bowl, within which stood a golden-scripted stone wall similar to those seen earlier.
At the four corners of the plaza, a Rong tribesman sat cross-legged in each. They formed a defensive formation—some with bowed heads, deep in thought, others with wide eyes fixed intently on the silver barrier.
However, what sent a chill through Han Li’s heart was a Rong tribesman with a slightly purplish complexion, his hands resting on his knees, eyes closed.
The man wore an ordinary gray robe but carried an enormous, unnamed blade on his back.
The blade was wrapped in yellow beast hide, revealing only a thick, dark hilt. The weapon itself seemed even taller than the man, making it an eye-catching sight.
What drew Han Li’s attention was the faint layer of blood-red light emanating from the tribesman—an incredibly dense and peculiar killing aura.
The other three Rong tribesmen consisted of a youth clad in green leather armor and two elderly figures, a man and a woman with graying hair.
Aside from their fur-covered bodies, their heads differed greatly from the Rong tribesmen outside, resembling those of ordinary humans.
A cold glint flashed in Han Li’s pupils as he silently drifted toward the large tribesman without hesitation.
Clearly, this tribesman was far more troublesome than the other three. Han Li intended to strike him down in one unexpected blow before dealing with the rest at his leisure.
His ethereal form moved as silently as air, closing in on the tribesman from just over twenty zhang away.
The tribesman remained motionless, utterly unaware of the approaching threat.
Han Li’s expression grew colder as his internal mana began to circulate stealthily.
But then, the unexpected happened.
When Han Li drifted within ten zhang of the tribesman, the massive blade on the man’s back suddenly trembled and emitted a low hum. Though the sound was not loud, it was piercing in the otherwise silent chamber.
The other three Rong tribesmen jolted in surprise, their gazes snapping toward the large man.
The tribesman’s eyes flew open, golden light flashing in his pupils as he made a lightning-fast grab at the air.
Somehow, the enormous blade appeared in his hand. With a flick, the beast hide shattered into pieces, and the blade transformed into a black hurricane that surged forward with a deafening roar.
Within the black wind, the silhouette of a monstrous beast seemed to writhe, its momentum terrifying.
Han Li’s expression darkened. *Bad luck—I’ve encountered an extremely rare spirit treasure capable of autonomous detection. That blade must be something from the Chaos Spirit Ranking.*
Golden light flashed over his body as he materialized, raising both arms. One hand flipped over, revealing a silver ruler, which he waved lightly toward the black hurricane.
Countless ruler shadows surged forth, converging into a massive projection that cleaved downward with a thunderous force.
A deafening explosion erupted as silver light and black wind clashed violently. The silver ruler and the enormous blade collided, their surfaces flickering with runes, locked in a stalemate.
Meanwhile, Han Li’s other hand lightly tapped the air, summoning a black miniature mountain that vanished into the void in a flash.
The next moment, space above the tribesman rippled as a zhang-tall black peak materialized and crashed down with immense force.
The tribesman let out a surprised exclamation, his expression shifting briefly before twisting into a fierce grin. With a hand seal, a thick layer of bloody killing aura erupted from his body, forming a crimson hand that reached up to catch the descending mountain.
A dull thud sounded as the hand buckled under the weight—clearly, the magnetic mountain was far heavier than the tribesman had anticipated.
His expression changed, and he abruptly stood, throwing a punch upward. A blood-red beam shot from his fist, merging with the crimson hand, which swelled in size.
The hand’s fingers tightened, and blood-red lotuses bloomed at their tips. With a surge of power, the hand managed to halt the mountain’s descent.
Han Li’s eyes gleamed with blue light as thunder cracked behind him, and a pair of crystalline wings unfurled. With a flap, he vanished in a burst of lightning.
The tribesman’s pupils contracted. He suddenly spat out a streak of golden light, which disappeared into the void.
A low explosion sounded as Han Li staggered into visibility, gripping a golden winged serpent in his hand. The snake writhed violently within the five-colored flames enveloping it.
With a cold snort, Han Li intensified the flames, and the serpent’s body rapidly froze into a multicolored ice sculpture.
As his cultivation had advanced, the potency of his five-colored flames had grown exponentially.
Without hesitation, he rubbed his hands together, unleashing golden lightning that shattered the ice sculpture into glittering fragments.
The tribesman’s face twisted with fury and shock.
His *Void-Piercing Spirit Serpent*, nurtured for years, possessed innate spatial-piercing abilities and an indestructible body. Yet, it had been effortlessly destroyed.
With a roar, the tribesman summoned a circular bowl adorned with intricate runes and razor-sharp edges. He hurled it forward, and it transformed into countless blood-red blades that rained toward Han Li.
Instead of dodging, Han Li formed a hand seal, and black mist swirled around him, forming an obsidian battle armor.
The blood-red blades were repelled by black runes emanating from the armor, unable to penetrate.
Seizing the moment, Han Li’s wings flared, and he vanished again as a blue-white lightning arc.
The tribesman’s expression darkened. He spun rapidly, his bloody aura expanding into a colossal crimson lotus that encased him protectively.
Yet, he couldn’t help but glance at his companions, puzzled by their lack of assistance.
To his shock, the youth in leather armor and the elderly couple were locked in combat with a white figure and two faint silver shadows—Zhan Li’s spirit puppet and the shadow clones from the Jia Yuan Talisman.
Thanks to Han Li’s recent breakthroughs, the shadow clones had grown powerful enough to hold their own against late-stage Void Refinement cultivators.
Meanwhile, the white-clad woman—*Doll*—wielded a fan, unleashing waves of blue light while icy threads shot from her sleeves, thoroughly entangling the youth.
Before the tribesman could react, space above him rippled, and Han Li reappeared atop the black mountain, stomping down lightly.
The mountain swelled to over ten zhang in size, its silver runes flaring as it crushed the crimson hand and plummeted downward.
The tribesman’s face paled. Without hesitation, he flipped his hand, summoning a small silver axe, which he hurled upward.
With a muffled boom, the axe expanded into a massive weapon, slashing toward the mountain like a bolt of lightning.
Han Li’s pupils constricted. With a thought, the magnetic mountain blurred and vanished, dodging the strike.
The axe cleaved empty air, but then—*whoosh*—Han Li and the mountain reappeared directly above the tribesman, crashing down mercilessly.
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