Although Han Li did not scrutinize the text in detail, he managed to grasp the general content of the silver script. It recorded a mysterious artifact-forging technique he had never encountered before.
Just by glancing at some of the specifics, he felt an overwhelming sense of absurdity. The materials and methods described were things he had never even imagined.
The scripture even claimed at the end that treasures forged using this secret technique could rival Xuantian Treasures, hence naming it the “Xuantian Artifact-Forging Technique.”
Methods like “Refining the Sun” and “Melting the Seas”—defiant acts against the heavens—were merely the simplest techniques in this scripture. Such methods were likely only achievable by true immortals from the Immortal Realm. For Han Li, it was nothing more than a pipe dream.
Though he hadn’t delved deeply into the text, Han Li was already greatly disappointed.
Had it not been written in silver script, he would have almost suspected that the demonic ape had fabricated it deliberately.
With a reluctant frown, Han Li suddenly focused his gaze, his eyes flashing blue as he turned his attention back to the blood altar.
Moments later, his expression shifted—he had indeed discovered something new.
In a blur, Han Li’s figure flickered and abruptly appeared above the blood altar.
With a spread of his fingers, he struck the top of the altar.
A thunderous roar erupted as countless fine golden arcs shot from his fingertips, forming a massive golden net that enveloped the entire altar.
The silver runes shrank back as if encountering their nemesis, vanishing without a trace amidst the lightning.
Under the relentless assault of the golden arcs, the blood altar shattered inch by inch, releasing a thick, nauseating stench of blood.
Han Li’s brows twitched, and with a clench of his fingers, the golden net below tightened.
Amidst the crackling arcs, the bloody vapor was instantly purified by the lightning.
Within the golden net, a palm-sized milky-white jade plaque emerged, its surface roiling with faint silver runes.
“So it’s another outer page. It seems the contents are genuine. But the Golden Jade Book should originate from the lands of humans and demons—how did it end up here, in the hands of this demonic ape?” Han Li muttered, his expression unreadable but his brow slightly furrowed.
This was the third Golden Jade Page Han Li had obtained, but unfortunately, its contents were of little use to him at the moment. Perhaps if he advanced to the Mahayana stage, he might find some value in it.
Still, the Xuantian Artifact-Forging Technique could serve as a reference for his own insights. If he could glean anything from it, it would still be beneficial.
With these thoughts in mind, Han Li knew now was not the time to study the jade page in detail.
With a flick of his sleeve, a streak of azure light swept down.
Just as the light was about to envelop the jade plaque, the object suddenly spun and darted away as if alive.
But Han Li had anticipated this. His hand shot out like lightning, grasping at the air.
An invisible force instantly enclosed the area within a ten-zhang radius.
With a whoosh, the jade plaque was forcibly pulled back into his grasp.
Han Li retrieved a jade box from his storage bracelet, carefully placed the plaque inside, and sealed it with several restriction talismans before stowing it away.
With nothing left to detain him in the hall, Han Li transformed into a streak of azure light and shot out of the chamber, disappearing into the demonic passageway in a few flashes.
As he flew, he held a top-grade wood-attribute spirit stone in each hand, their emerald glow flickering incessantly.
At the same time, the effects of the pill he had taken earlier began to manifest, strands of pure spiritual energy emerging within his body and gradually being absorbed into his meridians.
Now, he was following the signal from his Gold Devouring Beetles—the true purpose of Qianqian’s perilous journey into the Demon Mountain Range.
Though he didn’t know what she sought, he was certain it was no ordinary treasure.
Having resolved his own affairs, Han Li was free of concerns and naturally intrigued enough to intervene.
His earlier battle with the demonic ape, though perilous, had not taken much time—merely the span of a meal.
The Gold Devouring Beetle he had sent to track Qianqian had stopped moving, indicating she had not yet succeeded. Now was the perfect time to act.
Though his magic power was depleted and his Dharma Form had shrunk by half, Qianqian’s cultivation was too low to pose any threat.
Had he been facing an opponent of similar strength, Han Li might have feigned ignorance and left to avoid further complications.
His speed was tremendous, but halfway through his flight, a deafening explosion erupted from deep within the mountain, triggering a sudden upheaval.
The demonic energy in the passageway lost control, churning violently as roaring winds and countless black wind blades materialized, filling the entire tunnel in an instant.
Startled, Han Li swept his sleeve, enveloping himself in a layer of gray light.
Though the wind blades appeared ferocious, they dissipated harmlessly upon contact with the Magnetic Divine Light.
Frowning, Han Li was about to ponder the cause when a bizarre, horse-like roar thundered in his ears.
The sound instantly froze his magic power, rendering him immobile. The gray light around him dispersed, and he plummeted downward.
As he fell, the wind blades from all directions slashed at him like a storm.
An ordinary human cultivator would have been shredded instantly, but Han Li’s physique rivaled that of a Body Integration-level demonic beast.
Amidst a series of dull thuds, he emerged unscathed within the azure light.
Still, fury surged within him. With a swift thought, the Great Development Art circulated as a cooling energy, dispelling the anomaly in his spiritual power.
His escape light reignited, and he soared back into the air as an azure streak.
At that moment, the ground beneath the passageway shattered, and countless black lightning arcs erupted violently.
Anything they touched—demonic energy or stone walls—was instantly reduced to ashes.
Startled, Han Li stowed the spirit stones and formed a hand seal. With a crack of thunder, a golden-silver lightning robe materialized around him.
Though the black lightning encircled him, the interwoven arcs left him unharmed.
But as the thunderous explosions continued, the entire demonic passageway collapsed under the onslaught of black lightning.
Boulders the size of millstones rained down. Despite his formidable abilities, Han Li was caught off guard and buried beneath an avalanche of stone.
Outside the mountain, the peak was collapsing at an alarming rate, as if crushed by an invisible hand.
From the shattered cliffs, black demonic energy gushed out, spreading wildly in all directions.
The eerie roar echoed once more, followed by deafening thunderclaps.
A dozen black lightning bolts burst through the rubble, transforming into hundred-zhang-long arcs that writhed violently in the air.
From a distance, they resembled massive tentacles thrashing in the void.
Then, with a cataclysmic boom, countless fragments exploded from the collapsing mountain, as if the entire peak had been flattened.
In its place emerged a colossal entity over a thousand zhang in length, composed entirely of black light but wreathed in countless black lightning bolts of varying sizes.
The earlier “tentacles” were merely the thickest among them.
At the center of the black light was a white face spanning an acre, its eyes wide and gleaming with a chilling glare.
Suddenly, a dragon’s roar erupted from within the black light.
A crimson flood dragon burst through the monster’s body, darting out in a flash before materializing a hundred zhang away as a silver-armored man covered in sharp spikes—the outsider, Gui.
But now, his face was deathly pale, his eyes filled with rage, all traces of his earlier cold arrogance gone.
Another muffled explosion sounded from within the monster, and a portion of its body burst apart, unleashing a green hurricane that condensed into a hundred-zhang-tall qilin phantom.
The giant face roared, and the thickest black lightning bolt descended like a colossal blade.
But the qilin phantom flickered, dissipating like wind before reappearing a hundred zhang away.
With a flash of light, it shrank to a mere few zhang in size, its form now solid and lifelike.
Now, it was clear—embedded in the qilin’s brow was a glittering crystal, and its eyes burned with fury.
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