Even though he couldn’t see beyond the crimson ribbon, Han Li knew he must have been sucked into the black hole—otherwise, such an eerie situation wouldn’t have occurred.
In desperation, Han Li slapped his forehead with one hand.
A black light flashed, and a dark, eerie eyeball emerged—the Annihilation Eye he had painstakingly cultivated for so many years.
Since ordinary attacks had no effect on the ribbon, he could only resort to this unorthodox technique specifically designed to break restrictions.
Han Li’s quick thinking proved correct.
A black beam as thick as a finger shot out from the Annihilation Eye, piercing through the seemingly indestructible crimson ribbon in an instant. With a single sweep, a gap several feet wide was torn open.
The ease of success stunned Han Li, who had been prepared for a gamble, but he quickly erupted in joy.
Without hesitation, he flapped the wings on his back and flashed out of the ribbon.
As the light dimmed, Han Li reappeared within the black hole, his wings fluttering gently.
He wasn’t using any movement technique—his ability to hover in place relied solely on the flight power of his Wind and Thunder Wings.
Otherwise, trapped in the black hole, he would have plummeted downward immediately.
From all around, ghostly wails erupted as countless crimson phantoms surged toward him.
Han Li’s expression darkened, and he clapped his hands together.
A thunderous roar erupted as countless golden lightning arcs burst from his palms.
These arcs were far thicker and more powerful than his previous Evil-Suppressing Divine Lightning—a side benefit of his sword-refining technique.
The newly refined swords had not only absorbed all the spiritual energy of the Golden Lightning Bamboo but also assimilated the Evil-Suppressing Divine Lightning within.
The result was swords tempered to their peak, with Divine Lightning far surpassing their previous quantity and power.
Now unleashed, their might was unstoppable!
Amidst the deafening explosions and golden flashes, the crimson phantoms were blasted away. But their numbers were endless, surging forward fearlessly.
Some of the more solid phantoms even spat out foul-smelling blood threads that pierced through the lightning net, reaching Han Li’s vicinity.
Yet with a hand seal, Han Li summoned ethereal sword beams that blocked the threads, shredding them into nothingness amidst flickering green light.
Meanwhile, the roaring from the crimson formation intensified, and spatial fluctuations within the black hole grew stronger.
A quick glance told Han Li he was facing an unknown crisis.
His expression changed drastically as he flapped his wings, darting toward the edge of the black hole in an attempt to escape.
*Thud!*
Han Li staggered as if hitting an invisible wall, rebounding from a transparent barrier.
After frantic wing flaps, he steadied himself, his face a mix of shock and fury.
Just as he prepared to unleash a powerful technique to break the barrier, an immense suction force erupted from the depths of the black hole!
The pull was so strong that Han Li was yanked back instantly, unable to resist as he was dragged deeper.
His face paled—this was beyond terrifying!
The crimson formation trembled violently, its surface blurring into transparency as if on the verge of vanishing.
All this happened in mere moments.
Trapped by the suction, Han Li, in desperation, unleashed every technique he had, hoping to break free.
Golden halos, gray mist, multicolored flames, golden lightning, and green sword beams erupted around him in a dazzling display of power.
The sheer force of these combined techniques momentarily loosened the suction.
Just as Han Li prepared to flee, the surrounding phantoms let out mournful cries before exploding into crimson mist, which vanished into the black hole’s depths.
Instantly, Han Li felt the scenery blur—a familiar sensation of imminent teleportation.
*Not good!*
Though he didn’t know where he’d be sent, it was undoubtedly somewhere disastrous.
His Annihilation Eye flared, shooting a black beam into the surroundings.
The blurring scenery paused briefly before resuming.
Frantically, Han Li unleashed black beams in all directions while his three-headed, six-armed Dharma Form slashed with golden light, trying to disrupt the teleportation.
But the black hole hummed louder, swallowing all attacks without effect.
This teleportation was unlike any he’d encountered—utterly unaffected by his efforts.
A sense of helplessness washed over him, mingled with confusion.
Normally, teleportation was instantaneous—why was this taking so long?
Amidst his panic, a sharp pain stabbed his palm—the hand gripping the Profound Heaven Fruit had been pierced by a thorn.
Startled, he looked down.
His golden palm, hardened by the full activation of the Vajra Arts, had been pricked, blood oozing from the wound.
The thorn protruded from the fruit, stained with his blood.
Han Li’s body was tougher than most magic treasures, yet this tiny thorn had pierced him effortlessly—unbelievable!
Before he could react, the fruit flashed white, absorbing his blood.
A clear chime rang out, soaring into the heavens.
Horrified, Han Li tried to fling the fruit away, but it clung stubbornly to his palm.
His face drained of color as his essence blood surged uncontrollably into the fruit.
In moments, over two-thirds of his blood was drained before stopping abruptly.
Only his monstrously strong physique kept him conscious—an ordinary cultivator would have collapsed instantly.
The fruit’s pale yellow skin turned crimson, its green patterns writhing into countless arcane runes.
Meanwhile, multicolored light points swarmed toward the fruit like moths to flame.
With a *shing*, a shimmering green blade, a foot long, extended from the fruit’s tip.
The blade was mirror-smooth, its center inscribed with five peculiar green runes in a straight line.
The Profound Heaven Fruit had become the sword’s hilt, now firmly gripped in Han Li’s hand.
He was stunned.
But the moment the sword appeared, the blood formation outside trembled violently before vanishing with a deafening explosion.
The black hole disappeared with it.
Han Li’s vision blurred into a sea of red before he was thrown into dizzying chaos.
In panic, he instinctively swung the sword blindly…
Countless miles away, atop a massive altar shrouded in bloody mist, over a dozen figures stood upon a glowing crimson formation identical to the one above Han Li.
Below the altar stretched a vast lake of blood, its surface littered with countless skeletal remains of various races—a horrifying sight.
“Impossible! Where is the Profound Heaven Treasure? I sensed it—I summoned it back!” A furious voice roared from the altar, filled with disbelief.
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