Chapter 1857: The Battle of Spirit Transformation (Part 1)

Han Li’s eyes flashed with a cold glint as his figure blurred slightly.

A dozen silver threads shot through his body in an instant, as if piercing nothing but an illusion.

At the same time, a golden radiance erupted above Han Li’s head, revealing a three-headed, six-armed golden phantom. With a synchronized motion of its six palms, each unleashed a solid-seeming golden beam.

A thunderous boom echoed!

Despite the immense power of the tri-colored lightning, the relentless assault of the six golden beams eventually shattered it into dissipating sparks.

Just as the beast within the lightning attempted another strike, Han Li’s wings fluttered once more, and his figure vanished from sight.

A moment later, a clap of thunder resounded over twenty zhang away, and his silhouette reappeared.

Now, Han Li’s earlier smile was gone, replaced by a chilling glint in his eyes.

“It seems you still intend to fight. Very well, I shall send you on your way and settle our grudges once and for all!”

As his words fell, the golden glow of the Vajra Dharma Form intensified, solidifying into a golden body in an instant.

Han Li swiftly struck his own head, and as his skull opened, a pitch-black Nascent Soul flew out, transforming into a wisp of black mist that merged into the golden body.

The golden body’s six eyes snapped open, and with a sweep of its six arms, massive golden blades materialized in each palm. With a simultaneous swing, a storm of golden sword Qi erupted into the sky, accompanied by sharp whistling sounds.

Then, the golden body lunged forward, transforming into a streak of golden light that charged straight at the monstrous beast in the sky.

The beast roared furiously, summoning countless silver lightning orbs around its body while flapping its wings to unleash a barrage of feather-like projectiles, each transforming into blue lightning bolts that rained down.

Despite the terrifying display of lightning and thunder, the golden sword Qi sliced through them effortlessly, reducing the attacks to scattered remnants.

In a flash, the golden body closed the distance, its six blades swirling into wheel-sized golden spheres that engulfed the beast.

Seeing its lightning ineffective, the beast’s eyes gleamed with savagery as its two arms morphed into a hammer and a spike, crackling with golden arcs.

With a shrill screech, it swung the hammer and spike, unleashing a ring of crimson-gold energy intertwined with golden lightning, fearlessly meeting the six golden spheres head-on.

In an instant, sword Qi clashed with lightning, the two locked in a fierce battle with no clear victor in sight.

Meanwhile, Shopkeeper Yu, witnessing his Thunder Beast unable to subdue Han Li, was stunned.

He knew better than anyone the terrifying power of his Thunder Beast.

Though its lightning appeared ordinary, each bolt was potent enough to annihilate a Void Refinement cultivator.

Back in the third layer of the Abyss, the pursuing law enforcers had been obliterated in a single strike from this beast.

Despite his shock, Shopkeeper Yu maintained his composure. Concealing his unease, he secretly formed a hand seal within his sleeve and took a deep breath.

A muffled sound erupted from his back as a five-colored radiance burst forth, transforming into a colossal peacock phantom!

“You’re from the Five-Colored Race!” Han Li remarked, visibly surprised.

“Whether I am or not, you’ll find out soon enough,” Shopkeeper Yu sneered.

The peacock phantom twisted violently, morphing into a dazzling sea of five-colored light that surged toward Han Li with earth-shaking force.

Wherever it passed, the heavens darkened as if the sky itself were collapsing.

Simultaneously, the dozen crystalline needles that had missed earlier trembled and shot forth once more, vanishing mysteriously into the void.

Han Li’s expression darkened. His eyes flashed with a brilliant blue light as a violet glow enveloped him, splitting into an emerald-green phantom that shielded his back.

A series of sharp “pfft” sounds followed as the silver threads reappeared from the void, piercing the green phantom—yet they struck as if hitting dead wood.

As the green phantom’s glow dimmed, its true form became clear: a figure identical to Han Li, but with jade-green skin covered in purple patterns.

This was none other than Han Li’s “Spirit Body,” cultivated from the Spirit Ginseng.

Nurtured for years with the mysterious green liquid, this Spirit Body had reached the early-stage Body Integration realm, nearly advancing to mid-stage.

Moreover, due to its Spirit Ginseng origin, it had developed several extraordinary abilities upon reaching Body Integration, making it one of Han Li’s trump cards.

Now, as the silver needles embedded themselves halfway into the Spirit Body’s chest, the surrounding flesh turned black, emitting a foul stench.

The needles were clearly laced with deadly poison, writhing unnaturally as they attempted to burrow deeper.

Yet the green-skinned “Han Li” merely snorted. Purple demonic patterns surfaced on its chest, turning the skin ashen and halting the needles’ advance as if they had struck steel.

Not only that, the Spirit Body exhaled a breath of emerald mist laced with a strange fragrance.

Miraculously, the blackened flesh rapidly healed, and the silver needles trembled before being yanked out by the mist, flying back into the Spirit Body’s mouth.

Shopkeeper Yu, witnessing this, could no longer hide his shock.

After a brief moment of panic, he gritted his teeth and redoubled his efforts, channeling even more mana into his technique.

The already overwhelming five-colored light surged with countless runes, forming intricate layers of restrictions that blotted out the sky above Han Li.

Han Li frowned.

Having cultivated the Awakening Sky Art and possessing the bloodline of the Five-Colored Peacock, he was intimately familiar with the Five-Colored Divine Light of the Five-Colored Race.

Yet this five-colored sea was far more terrifying than any Divine Light he knew—its power amplified several times over.

Were it not for the unmistakable aura of the Five-Colored Peacock within the light, he might have mistaken it for an entirely different technique.

No wonder Shopkeeper Yu dared to challenge him despite the difference in cultivation. With this enhanced Divine Light, even a mid-stage Body Integration cultivator would struggle to prevail.

Most Body Integration cultivators, once ensnared by these restrictions, would find escape nearly impossible.

Yet as Han Li gazed at the descending light, his initial surprise gave way to a cold smirk.

His Spirit Body flickered, merging back into him like a shadow.

Then, Han Li himself rolled forward, his body transforming into a five-colored peacock several zhang in length.

The five-colored sea crashed down, engulfing him completely—but a moment later, a triumphant laugh echoed as the peacock burst free, unharmed by the restrictions.

Though his transformed peacock couldn’t unleash Divine Light as potent as Shopkeeper Yu’s, it could easily defend against it.

“Five-Colored Transformation! You’re also of the Five-Colored Race? No—if you were, I’d recognize you among our Saint-tier elders. Unless… Hmph! Whether you’re sent by those old fools or not, I’ll expend a century’s worth of mana to kill you here!”

Shopkeeper Yu’s expression twisted with fury, as if recalling some deep-seated grudge.

With a vicious gesture, he commanded the five-colored sea to condense into a colossal peacock phantom, a hundred zhang in size.

Unlike before, this phantom didn’t attack immediately. Instead, it vanished in a flash, reappearing beneath Shopkeeper Yu’s feet.

Stepping onto the phantom, he fired ten streaks of light into his own body.

A bizarre transformation followed—his body dissolved like water, merging into the peacock below.

The phantom peacock let out a clear cry as five-colored runes surged from its body, solidifying its form in an instant.

A terrifying aura—one befitting a late-stage Body Integration cultivator—erupted from the colossal peacock, drawing in the surrounding spiritual energy like a vortex.

With a single flap of its wings, space itself distorted, and countless runes materialized in the air, signaling unstoppable power.