Han Li’s expression was tense, his eyes unblinking as he closely monitored every move of his opponent. His hands tightly gripped the red-and-yellow wolf-headed jade ruyi, while a flash of silver light appeared behind him, revealing a pair of silver-white wings.
“Eight Gates Golden Light Mirror! How does he have such an overpowered treasure?” A bitter smile involuntarily crept onto Han Li’s lips. The moment he recalled the origins of this artifact, his first thought was that he absolutely must not confront it head-on. Only someone with a death wish would dare to challenge such a legendary treasure!
The Eight Gates Golden Light Mirror was a supreme treasure that had once annihilated the ruler of the Star Palace. It had accompanied a cultivator of unfathomable power, dominating the Chaotic Star Sea for centuries. That cultivator had single-handedly stood against the entire Star Palace without faltering, earning him the undisputed title of the strongest cultivator in the Star Sea at the time.
His immense reputation was primarily due to his unparalleled cultivation, unmatched in the entire Star Sea. However, the terrifying power of his lifebound treasure, the Eight Gates Golden Light Mirror, was also widely known—so much so that it was hailed as the Star Sea’s most formidable offensive artifact. Countless cultivators had perished under its radiance, including no fewer than five or six Nascent Soul cultivators, a testament to its horrifying might!
Of course, Wen Tianren’s eight mirrors were undoubtedly not the original artifact wielded by the “Heavenly Mirror Transcendent” but mere replicas. Given Wen Tianren’s cultivation level, it would be impossible for him to control such an overwhelmingly powerful treasure—likely, the moment he absorbed it into his body, the sheer force would tear him apart.
Had it been the genuine article, Han Li wouldn’t have hesitated to flee immediately, abandoning any thought of resistance. Yet, even facing these weakened replicas, Han Li had no intention of confronting them directly. After all, the reputation of the Star Sea’s most formidable offensive artifact was far too terrifying. If push came to shove, he was prepared to rely on the speed of his Wind Lightning Wings to evade its assault.
He still had some confidence in the lightning-speed evasion of his Wind Lightning Wings, so despite his tension, he didn’t show any signs of panic.
At this moment, the golden light on Wen Tianren’s side, after reflecting off the final golden mirror, coalesced into a head-sized golden orb hovering in the air before his chest. It pulsed erratically, as if on the verge of exploding at any moment.
Without hesitation, Wen Tianren beckoned to the orb, and with a “whoosh,” it flew into his palm.
Holding the orb in one hand, he glanced at Han Li opposite him. When his gaze landed on the wings behind Han Li’s back, a peculiar expression flickered across his face before vanishing without a trace.
Meanwhile, the Violet Spirit Fairy, standing behind him, glanced at the golden horn on Wen Tianren’s forehead and then at the silver wings on Han Li’s back. Her mouth felt dry, and her expression grew complex.
The fierce battle between these two had truly broadened her horizons—it was nothing like the struggles of ordinary cultivators. Now that both sides had unleashed their ultimate techniques, it was clear they were fighting to the death. In this tense atmosphere, she unconsciously held her breath, silently watching without a word. As for which of them she secretly hoped would win—only she knew!
Wen Tianren made his move!
He abruptly positioned the golden orb horizontally before his chest, then lightly tapped it with his other hand. As his palms clapped together, the orb shattered, scattering countless thumb-sized golden spheres that, bizarrely, all shot into the eight small mirrors without exception.
Instantly, the golden mirrors blazed with light, trembling violently as eight thick golden beams, each the width of a bowl, erupted from them.
These beams reached Han Li almost the moment they left the mirrors, their speed so astonishing that even Han Li’s expression changed.
A series of “pfft” sounds followed as the outermost layer of sword shadows, conjured through the Sword Shadow Splitting Technique, vanished the instant they touched the golden beams. Even the true bodies of the Emerald Swarm Swords, struck by the golden light, flashed with green radiance before being effortlessly sent flying, utterly incapable of resisting the beams.
The Five Elements Giant Rings behind them managed to hold for a brief moment, their multicolored light flickering, but soon they emitted mournful cries before shattering into countless fragments before Han Li’s eyes.
A look of horror crossed Han Li’s face, mingled with a pang of regret. While the Five Elements Rings were ineffective against high-level cultivators, they had been incredibly useful against those of lower tiers. Losing them was truly a pity!
As the devastating golden beams broke through the rings and approached the final layer of his protective barrier, Han Li sighed softly. A thunderous roar erupted from his back as the Wind Lightning Wings flapped once, and he vanished from his original position. The eight golden beams shot through the empty space where he had stood.
A moment later, Han Li reappeared dozens of feet away in midair, only to disappear again with another thunderous boom.
Wen Tianren was momentarily stunned but then recalled something, his expression shifting. A flash of crimson fire erupted beneath his feet as he shot backward, retreating to another spot nearby. The instant he moved, Han Li materialized precisely where he had been standing, a flicker of surprise crossing his face as green sword radiance shimmered in his hand. Without hesitation, he vanished once more amid a deafening silver explosion.
This time, Wen Tianren didn’t flee. Instead, the golden horn on his forehead shot out another beam of golden light, while the eight small mirrors rose into the air, their surfaces facing downward. As the golden light entered one of them, all eight emitted a low hum before unleashing a torrent of golden beams that blanketed the surrounding area.
Han Li’s figure appeared a dozen feet behind Wen Tianren, only to be instantly engulfed by the golden light, which solidified around him like a prison. His expression darkened as he desperately activated his Wind Lightning Wings, but his body remained frozen, utterly immobile.
Without hesitation, Han Li swung both hands, releasing two flying swords that slashed wildly at the golden light surrounding him—to no avail.
His heart sank as he opened his mouth, unleashing a finger-thick golden arc. The golden light around him flickered faintly but remained unaffected.
Now, the golden light intertwined with his red-and-yellow protective barrier, causing it to tremble violently as if on the verge of collapse.
Han Li’s face turned ashen as he fiercely brandished the ruyi, channeling spiritual power into it. The red-and-yellow barrier flared brilliantly before transforming into a radiant silver hue, completely halting the advance of the golden light.
Wen Tianren showed no surprise at this development. Instead, a savage glint flashed in his eyes as he formed a series of hand seals. The eight small mirrors shot toward Han Li’s head, their golden light coalescing into eight blazing golden flames above him.
Wen Tianren’s expression grew solemn as his hands rapidly formed intricate seals, accompanied by low, chanting incantations.
He then spat out several mouthfuls of vital essence blood, each expulsion draining more color from his face. By the time the eighth mouthful merged with the golden flames, his complexion was deathly pale. Yet, the eight golden flames erupted with overwhelming power, their intensity doubling in an instant.
“To die beneath the legendary Golden Light Divine Flames is a fitting end for you. If you can survive even a short while within them, consider it a testament to your skill,” Wen Tianren sneered coldly, casting a sinister glance at Han Li within the barrier.
Without further delay, he pointed skyward, and the eight golden flames descended one after another, engulfing Han Li in a sea of golden fire.
Wen Tianren’s figure blurred as he transformed into a streak of golden light, alighting atop the flames in a meditative posture. Forming an esoteric hand seal, a faint golden thread extended from the horn on his forehead, connecting with the golden flames below and merging with the golden light surrounding Han Li. Slowly, he closed his eyes.
Within the flames, Han Li grew eerily calm, his expression grave as he studied the golden light encasing him and the inferno beyond.
The moment the golden flames appeared, his spiritual power began draining at five to six times the previous rate. Without this expenditure, his silver barrier would collapse instantly.
It seemed Wen Tianren intended to exhaust his spiritual power before incinerating him alive. Had Han Li not secretly mastered the wolf-headed ruyi’s barrier-enhancing technique during his time overseas, he would have perished in an instant.
The Golden Light Divine Flames were no ordinary force. While they couldn’t compare to the Dry Blue Ice Flames, let alone the Asura Sacred Fire, they were likely on par with the Extreme Yin Corpse Fire of Heavenly Capital.
Han Li silently analyzed the flames’ potency, his mind racing for a solution.
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