A deafening explosion echoed through the void!
Amidst the flash of emerald sword light, the space before Han Li abruptly collapsed, and the surrounding spiritual energy funneled violently into a single point, releasing an aura of apocalyptic destruction.
Having advanced to the Mahayana stage, Han Li was finally unleashing the full power of the Profound Heavenly Slaying Sword for the first time.
With a *puff*, a hazy, emerald crescent moon shot out from the collapsed void.
In a flicker, countless crystalline runes surged from the surface of the crescent, radiating an intoxicating five-colored halo.
A thunderous *boom*!
The collapsed void and the emerald crescent shattered simultaneously.
The countless runes and emerald light condensed into an almost transparent, extraordinarily long crystalline thread, which flickered once before vanishing eerily.
Though the thread appeared ordinary, its emergence darkened the entire sky, and the surrounding space trembled and distorted in layers, as if bowing in reverence toward it.
“A Law Thread?! Impossible!”
The girl trapped within Baohua’s spiritual domain shrieked in disbelief, her face twisting with fury. A layer of black flames and spiked bone armor abruptly covered her body.
The black flames churned with gray runes, while the bone spikes gleamed like jade, each intricately engraved with faint silver spirit patterns.
Yet, in the next moment, the crystalline thread flickered into existence before her. Despite her vast powers, she was immobilized by the spiritual domain and could only watch as the “Law Thread” blurred and slashed toward her.
Though the eerie black flames and bone armor briefly resisted, the thread sliced through them effortlessly.
With a blood-curdling scream, the girl’s body split in half at the waist, her limbs and face crisscrossed with fine bloodlines before she exploded into countless pieces of flesh.
“Well done!”
Baohua exclaimed in delight, swiftly forming a hand seal. The towering spiritual tree shrank rapidly, transforming into a miniature version no taller than half a foot.
Radiating a seven-colored halo, she grasped the tiny tree and swept it through the void.
With a *puff*, the branches and flowers withered instantly.
Simultaneously, countless blood-red blossoms materialized around the scattered flesh, each spinning before engulfing a piece and exploding into pink light.
When the explosions ceased, not a single fragment of flesh remained within the spiritual domain.
The tiny tree in Baohua’s hand, having exhausted its power, trembled before dissipating into nothingness.
The entire spiritual domain wavered violently before dissolving into countless petals, vanishing without a trace.
The Profound Heavenly Spiritual Domain was no more.
Only Han Li and Baohua remained in the empty void.
“A Law Thread! Brother Han, I never imagined you could wield this Profound Heavenly Treasure to such an extent. I am truly in awe,” Baohua remarked, her expression unreadable.
“So that thing is called a Law Thread? Its power is indeed beyond anything I’ve seen before,” Han Li replied, glancing at the emerald sword in his hand.
“Wait—was this your first time manifesting it?” Baohua asked, stunned.
“Indeed. I merely channeled the sword’s full power,” Han Li answered calmly.
“I… don’t know what to say. Unless this Profound Heavenly Sword was nurtured within your body from the start, manifesting a Law Thread is nearly impossible. Many spend tens of thousands of years refining their Profound Heavenly Treasures without ever glimpsing one,” Baohua said with a bitter smile.
“Then I suppose I was fortunate. But I’m far more intrigued by your spiritual domain. Perhaps you could enlighten me someday,” Han Li replied, his eyes glinting.
“The method for creating a spiritual domain was painstakingly pieced together from an ancient, fragmented text. It’s still incomplete and pales in comparison to a true domain. But if you’re truly interested, we can exchange insights later,” Baohua said evenly.
“Excellent. But tell me—did we truly destroy the Mother Moth’s avatar just now? Something still feels… off,” Han Li frowned.
“Logically, it was merely an avatar, not the true Mother Moth. Under the dual force of our laws, it should have perished. Yet, the oppressive sensation in my mind remains unchanged,” Baohua admitted after a pause, her expression darkening.
“So it’s still alive, merely severely wounded,” Han Li murmured.
“Most likely,” Baohua sighed.
“Regardless, weakening it is a victory. We should seize this chance to locate its true form. The other two haven’t reported back yet—they must still be struggling,” Han Li said decisively.
“Agreed—”
Before Baohua could finish, a shrill voice erupted from where the girl had vanished:
“You think defeating Míng Yī means you’re safe? How laughable! Now, let Míng Èr teach you a lesson!”
A colossal claw materialized in the sky, descending upon Han Li and Baohua with crushing force. Its five talons spanned half the heavens, their tips gleaming with icy light.
The claw tore through the void, leaving five jagged white scars as if rending the sky itself.
“Don’t hog them all, Míng Èr! Save one for Míng Sān!” another sinister voice echoed from all directions.
As soon as Han Li heard it, a bizarre laughter—half-seductive, half-moaning—invaded his mind. His consciousness wavered, his movements slowing.
At the same time, a thunderous crack split the air as a massive gray-white lightning bolt streaked down toward him.
Han Li’s spiritual sense, honed by the Divine Refinement Art, swiftly countered the mental assault. A surge of cool energy from his dantian cleared his mind.
“Malevolent Lightning!”
His expression darkened as he sheathed his sword, ignoring the descending claw. Instead, he split into a dozen identical phantoms, scattering in all directions.
The gray-white lightning split just as swiftly, pursuing each phantom relentlessly.
Meanwhile, Baohua summoned a yellow halo, expanding the Earth Emperor Nail to a thousand zhang in length and thrusting it toward the claw.
The claw’s talons retracted, transforming into five colossal green blades that slashed downward, clashing violently with the nail in an explosion of light.
As for Han Li, the Malevolent Lightning refused to relent.
“Think mere Malevolent Lightning can stop me?!” all phantoms roared in unison.
Golden lightning snakes erupted from their hands, shattering upon contact with the gray-white bolts—though the latter merely dimmed slightly before continuing their pursuit.
With a thunderous *boom*, the phantoms self-destructed, their remnants intertwining with the lightning in a chaotic dance.
Only one phantom solidified into Han Li’s true form. With a roar, violet-gold light surged around him as he punched toward the incoming lightning.
A blinding white beam erupted, obliterating the Malevolent Lightning on contact.
Yet the exertion drained Han Li visibly—the violet-gold radiance around him dimmed significantly.
His seemingly effortless strike had consumed a substantial portion of his energy.
Tai Sui Yellow Amulet Paper FuLu Taoist Love Talisman Traditional Chinese Spiritual Charm Attracting Love Protecting Marriage