Chapter 2292: The War of the Asura (Part 6)

Not only the silver halo, but even the nearby void was split apart by that green line, from which dark, pitch-black light surged forth.

Once the silver light completely dissipated, the scene within the halo was finally revealed.

At the center of the void, the space had astonishingly divided into two starkly contrasting parts—black and white—centered around the green line.

The area above the green line remained unchanged, protected by a solid, crystalline five-colored barrier that covered most of it.

Below the green line, however, was a pitch-black spatial rift, from which spatial energy wildly seeped outward, slowly spreading in all directions as if intending to devour everything in its path.

This terrifying phenomenon caused the combatants in the other battlefields to momentarily slow their movements, their divine senses sweeping over the scene in an instant.

Upon seeing this, the Rakshasa Spiders were startled, while Mo Jianli and the others felt a flicker of joy.

The avian-headed monstrous form transformed by the elderly Yi had not been completely annihilated by the attack, but its lower half had vanished without a trace. The remaining upper half was now trapped within the five-colored barrier in the upper void, sweating profusely as it desperately activated a translucent five-colored shield.

The crystalline barrier was actually formed from countless five-colored runes madly surging out of the shield.

The black spatial energy rising from below slowed to a crawl upon contact with the barrier.

“**Profound Heavenly Treasure**! You actually possess a complete Profound Heavenly Treasure! If not for the law power of this treasure, how could you have broken my time-based divine ability?” The elderly Yi stared fixedly at the dark-green longsword in the giant ape’s hand, his voice hoarse with fury, his face twisted in shock and rage.

Although a few Mahayana-level experts might possess one or two Profound Heavenly Treasures—supreme artifacts of a realm—the vast majority of Mahayana cultivators would never obtain one in their entire lifetimes.

Most Mahayana beings across the realms considered themselves fortunate if they could acquire one or two imitation treasures or fragments of a Profound Heavenly Treasure for protection.

Despite the elderly Yi’s exceptional cultivation and abilities among ordinary Mahayana experts, he had never been fortunate enough to obtain a true Profound Heavenly Treasure.

Yet, surviving two consecutive strikes from the **Profound Heavenly Slaying Sword** was proof enough of his extraordinary strength.

“Enough idle talk. If not for those five crystalline swords in your hands, you wouldn’t have been able to wield time-based powers either!” The giant ape, having shrunk back to a height of just over ten zhang after the second strike, let out a cold laugh before taking a massive step forward.

With a dull *boom*, the void trembled, and the ape’s figure instantly crossed a hundred zhang, appearing directly above the elderly Yi.

As the world’s spiritual energy surged once more, the ape swung the dark-green sword without hesitation, unleashing a third strike.

A silver sword beam, like a moon descending from the heavens, fell with an icy wave of law power.

The elderly Yi paled drastically, unable to believe that his opponent could still muster the strength to activate the Profound Heavenly Treasure a third time.

After all, wielding such a treasure required not only an immense expenditure of true essence but also placed an unimaginable burden on the body.

Some Mahayana cultivators with weaker physiques risked bodily collapse from even a single full-powered activation.

This was why, even after mastering the second stage of the **Nirvana Transformation** during his Body Integration stage, Han Li had only been able to barely tap into a fraction of the Profound Heavenly Slaying Sword’s power.

Though Han Li’s third strike was unexpected, the elderly Yi was not one to await death passively.

A fierce glint flashed in his eyes as he tapped the translucent shield before him and spat out several mouthfuls of emerald-green essence blood, which merged into it. At the same time, he turned his head and barked sharply, “Fellow Daoist Luo, summon Fellow Daoist Ying immediately! I can no longer hold this man off!”

His words were directed at the Rakshasa Spider Matriarch.

The woman, now surrounded by hundreds of slender green needles that had materialized at some point, was locked in a fierce battle with Xue Ran and his companion, neither side gaining the upper hand.

Having been monitoring the elderly Yi’s situation with her divine sense, the Matriarch’s expression darkened at his desperate cry. After a brief hesitation, she clenched a fist inside her sleeve, crushing a crimson wooden token into dust.

Far away, Mo Jianli and his two spirit beasts were retreating while battling four adult Rakshasa Spiders, having already reached the edge of the sky dozens of miles away. Drenched in sweat, it was clear they wouldn’t last much longer.

Meanwhile, deep within the heavily warded stone city, a shadowy figure holding two crystalline rods in its hands suddenly let out a soft “Hmm?” as its eyes slowly opened, glowing with bloody light.

Outside the chamber, a dozen blood-red spheres, each a zhang in diameter, were arranged on either side of the entrance.

A crisp cracking sound echoed as white fissures appeared on their surfaces, releasing terrifying auras—as if monstrous beings were about to emerge.

…

The translucent shield flickered, transforming back into five crystalline swords that slashed upward in a cross pattern, barely holding back the silver moon with their faint law power.

At the same time, the five-colored barrier below vanished.

With a *whoosh*, a pair of five-colored wings sprouted from the elderly Yi’s back, and with a powerful flap, his mutilated body shot toward the stone city like a phantom.

Han Li’s eyes flashed coldly. The dark-green sword in the giant ape’s hand trembled, causing the silver moon to shake violently. Its spiritual pressure surged severalfold, instantly overwhelming the feeble law power of the five crystalline swords.

The swords let out a mournful cry—four of them exploded into motes of light, while the fifth dimmed and plummeted into the sand below, vanishing without a trace.

A thunderous boom echoed as a silver arc of lightning flashed ahead of the elderly Yi’s fleeing form. The three-headed, six-armed ape, wreathed in lightning, reappeared directly in front of the stone city.

By now, the dark-green sword had disappeared from the ape’s grasp, and the vertical eye and short horns on its head had also vanished. It had reverted from the **Nirvana Saint Body** to its ordinary **Vajra Body**.

With an emotionless roar, the golden ape’s six massive fists struck out simultaneously, sending six golden orbs spiraling into a vortex that surged toward the elderly Yi’s phantom form.

Panic flickered in the elderly Yi’s eyes. Gritting his teeth, he willed one of his five-colored wings to blur and slice across his shoulder.

An arm silently detached and exploded into a crimson figure that lunged into the vortex.

A series of deafening explosions erupted as the crimson figure was shredded to pieces, but the vortex itself stalled momentarily.

Han Li’s expression shifted slightly—the elderly Yi’s phantom had vanished in that instant.

The ape whirled around, its gaze locking onto the stone city’s towering walls, now shielded by multiple barriers.

There, amidst coalescing specks of bloodlight, the elderly Yi’s mutilated body silently reappeared—though his peacock head had vanished, replaced by his original human face.

A strange glint passed through the ape’s eyes, and its central head murmured words too faint for anyone to hear—phrases like “**Disaster Evasion Art**.”

The bizarre technique the elderly Yi had just used bore a striking resemblance to Han Li’s own **Disaster Evasion Technique**, suggesting a shared origin, if not the exact same method.

But the elderly Yi on the wall was clearly severely weakened. After shooting Han Li a venomous glare, he hastily swallowed several pills and activated talismans that vanished into his body.

With soft *pops*, blood mist billowed from his severed waist and arm as his flesh began regenerating under muttered incantations.

Countless blood threads wove together, and within moments, his missing limbs and lower body were faintly visible within the mist—soon to be fully restored.

But Han Li had no intention of giving him that chance. With a long cry, three of the ape’s arms flipped over, each conjuring a miniature mountain—one azure, one black, and one five-colored—before hurling them toward the city.

The other three arms reached into the void, summoning three massive emerald swords that slashed forward, unleashing a storm of sword beams.

The three mountains swelled to hundreds of zhang in size, crashing down upon the city with overwhelming force.

In an instant, the sky roared with power.

The city’s multiple barriers flickered wildly as layer after layer of defensive formations activated in desperation.

Hidden within the city’s secret chambers, Rakshasa Spider clansmen and other high-ranking beasts who had been maintaining the formations suddenly paled, spitting mouthfuls of essence blood.

Under such a ferocious assault, even the city’s formidable defenses couldn’t hold for long.

Like a storm, the ape’s attacks shattered barrier after barrier until only one remained.

The elderly Yi on the wall turned deathly pale. He never imagined that Han Li, after their intense battle, still possessed enough true essence to breach the city’s defenses.

But just then, an enchanting voice echoed from within the city:

“Mother, Uncle Yi! How is it that in just a few years of my seclusion, someone has already come knocking at our door?”