Just as Venerable Azure Dragon was forced to secretly lead the sect’s outstanding disciples away from Yitian City using a hidden teleportation formation, fleeing overnight toward Tianyuan City, Han Li found himself in one of the most perilous situations he had encountered since arriving in the Spirit Realm.
After sensing the successive failures of the temporary defensive arrays, the Armor Talisman, and the Nine Palaces Heavenly Talisman he had set up to delay the enemy, his heart sank to the deepest abyss of despair.
Han Li had never expected these measures to truly defeat the enemy, but he was utterly shocked that they couldn’t even delay the Blood Light Sacred Ancestor’s avatar for a brief moment.
Moreover, the formations and the two extraordinary talismans were shattered the instant they were activated.
Such overwhelming power was beyond even Han Li’s own capabilities.
This meant that the Blood Light Sacred Ancestor’s avatar pursuing him was truly stronger than him, and even if he used his trump cards, his chances of victory would not exceed fifty percent.
Under such circumstances, how could Han Li willingly engage in a direct confrontation?
After all, if he lost, he would truly perish, while even if he miraculously killed the avatar, it would only cost the Blood Light Sacred Ancestor one of his incarnations.
Such a lopsided trade was something he would never accept.
Thus, after testing the waters and confirming that his pursuer was far stronger than he had anticipated, Han Li immediately abandoned all other thoughts and began contemplating a genuine escape plan.
Though he didn’t know the exact range of the avatar’s divine sense lock, given the terrifying abilities of a Mahayana cultivator, unless he could teleport over a hundred thousand miles in one go, he would never shake off that faint yet persistent lock.
But covering such a distance was impossible unless there was a vast disparity in their speeds.
As he transformed into a Kunpeng, darting through the sky, countless thoughts raced through his mind, each more desperate than the last.
Unbeknownst to Han Li, the blood-robed youth chasing him was equally astonished.
The blood-colored boat beneath their feet was a renowned flying treasure of the Demon Realm. At full speed, it could even rival the flight of a Mahayana cultivator.
Though the avatar’s body couldn’t unleash the boat’s full potential, even an ordinary Body Integration cultivator would be unable to match its current speed.
Yet despite chasing relentlessly for so long, they had barely closed the distance, leaving them deeply frustrated.
Fortunately, with three of them, they could take turns resting and powering the boat, ensuring they wouldn’t lose Han Li due to exhaustion. Thus, though annoyed, they remained composed.
But for Han Li, such a prolonged chase was unsustainable.
Though he had his spirit body and Dharma Form to assist him, only by transforming into the great roc could he maintain this distance.
Instant mana-replenishing treasures like the Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Milk had long lost their effectiveness given his immense spiritual power.
Even with constant pill consumption and absorbing energy from top-grade spirit stones, his mana would be completely depleted in five or six days at most.
Thus, as he racked his brain for solutions, anxiety gnawed at him.
“Wait—the Blood Light Sacred Ancestor is chasing me so relentlessly because of the Demon Sealing Lock. If I were willing to abandon it, perhaps I could divert his avatar!” A sudden realization brightened Han Li’s thoughts.
“But this treasure is an incomplete Profound Heavenly Spirit Treasure, and if Che Qigong trapped inside is to be believed, the Primordial Yin-Yang Qi within is immensely valuable to me. How could I simply give it up?” The thought of relinquishing it filled him with reluctance.
Though life was more important than any treasure, he wasn’t yet at his wit’s end—how could he surrender such a supreme artifact so easily?
His expression flickered between hesitation and resolve.
Suddenly, a cold glint flashed in his eyes as he remembered something.
Within the divine sense space of his Kunpeng form, two identical Nascent Souls—one gold, one black—materialized.
The golden Nascent Soul shimmered with radiant light, though upon closer inspection, faint green hues occasionally swirled beneath its surface, as if its protective aura could shift between colors at will.
The black Nascent Soul, however, was icy and pitch-dark, exuding dense demonic energy.
The golden Nascent Soul opened its mouth and spat out over a dozen multicolored orbs, which circled it in a dazzling display.
Meanwhile, the black Nascent Soul lowered its head, hands forming seals as it murmured incantations.
The orbs transformed into glowing eyes, shooting beams of light into the black Nascent Soul.
Seeing this, the golden Nascent Soul brightened, its chubby hand reaching out to summon a golden “brick” with a clear chime.
A tap of its finger sent arcs of lightning crackling across the brick, shattering its surface to reveal a white wooden box embedded with silver-gold runes—the Demon Sealing Lock.
Under Han Li’s careful seals, the treasure had remained undisturbed.
As the lock appeared, the black Nascent Soul shuddered, dissolving into a wisp of shadow that vanished into the box.
In the next moment, Han Li’s projection materialized above a vast, grassy plain resembling an emerald ocean.
“So it’s still here,” Han Li murmured, his azure eyes scanning the surroundings.
“What, did you doubt my words last time?” A voice chuckled. The air rippled as an elderly man in dark green robes appeared, smiling at Han Li. “If you can break the final seals, I’d be delighted to have company.”
“Were it not for the risk of losing this divine sense projection, I’d be very curious to explore the true interior of the Demon Sealing Lock,” Han Li replied calmly, unsurprised by the man’s appearance.
“Even I have been trapped here for years—your projection wouldn’t escape either. So, have you reconsidered my proposal?” Che Qigong cut straight to the point.
“I am indeed tempted by the Primordial Qi. But this time, I’ve come for another matter,” Han Li said, shaking his head.
“Unless it’s about the lock, I’m not interested,” Che Qigong’s face darkened with disappointment.
“Oh? Not even if it concerns the Blood Light Sacred Ancestor?” Han Li smiled faintly.
“That scoundrel! What do you mean? Have you seen him?” The old man’s expression twisted with fury.
“Not his true form, but an avatar is currently hunting me. Its power is beyond me, so I seek your advice on countering it,” Han Li said evenly.
“Just an avatar? And why should I help you?” Che Qigong sneered.
“You’re free to refuse. But to survive, I may have to discard the lock. The Blood Light Sacred Ancestor likely seeks it—without it, my crisis might resolve itself,” Han Li replied coolly.
“You dare threaten me? Remember, you stole this from his subordinates! And do you think he’d spare an outsider who’s touched it? Even if you surrender it, you’ll die!” Che Qigong roared.
“Whether it works remains to be seen. But if you offer guidance, I won’t need to try. Given your grudge, you’d hate to see it return to him more than I would,” Han Li countered with a faint smile.
Che Qigong’s face twisted with rage, but after a moment, he fell silent.
Han Li waited patiently, arms crossed.
Finally, the old man studied him and snorted. “How do you know I have a way to deal with his avatar? It’s been years since I last saw him—even if I knew his tricks then, they may have changed.”
“Even if his techniques evolved, it’s still just an avatar. My real concern is the two treasures he wields. If you can tell me how to counter them, I might stand a chance,” Han Li pressed.
“Two treasures? The Violet Speech Cauldron and the Prismatic Light Pagoda—those Profound Heaven remnants?” Che Qigong’s eyes narrowed.
“A purple cauldron and a seven-colored pagoda… So they are Profound Heaven remnants!” Han Li’s expression shifted. Though he had suspected, hearing it confirmed still shocked him.
“So it is them. Good. I do have a way to counter them—with luck, you might even seize one,” Che Qigong said, a strange gleam in his eyes.
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