“Time is of the essence! Let’s go now. If we delay any longer, the ghostly creatures will catch up with us again.” Han Li suppressed a flicker of excitement in his heart and spoke calmly.
Yuan Yao and Yan Li had no objections. The three of them, along with the remaining ghost soldiers, immediately activated their escape lights and departed from the area.
On the way, Yuan Yao and Yan Li merged their escape lights into one. Each held one of the other’s hands, chanting incantations as they performed a spell.
After black and white spiritual lights flickered around them, the two women opened their mouths and each spat out a round bead—one white and one black. The two beads spun rapidly before merging into a single fist-sized eyeball with distinct black and white colors.
Meanwhile, Yan Li and Yuan Yao closed their eyes within the escape light. After manipulating the black-and-white eyeball to scan their surroundings, they immediately guided Han Li to turn in a specific direction.
Seeing such an unusual secret technique, Han Li was somewhat skeptical but had no choice but to follow them.
“Brother Han, the ghost-path secret technique we’re using can lead us out of this mist, but we cannot change direction midway. Otherwise, all our efforts will be wasted,” Yan Li suddenly reminded him.
Han Li’s expression shifted slightly as he asked, “So, even if we encounter other ghostly creatures or battle groups along the way, we’ll have to charge straight through?”
“Exactly! Brother Han should now understand why, despite having this technique to escape the mist, we were still trapped by ghostly creatures and couldn’t leave,” Yan Li replied with a bitter smile.
“Hmph, as long as we don’t run into powerful beings like Six-Legged Mu Qing, we can just force our way through. The truly formidable ghostly creatures should all be busy dealing with the four demon kings,” Han Li said coldly, a glint of frost flashing in his eyes.
Even though she had seen Han Li in action before, hearing such bold words made Yan Li pause, her expression turning peculiar.
“What? Does Sister Yan think my words are arrogant?” Han Li, perceptive as ever, noticed her thoughts with just a glance and spoke indifferently.
“How could I think that? Though I haven’t interacted deeply with Brother Han, I’ve heard my junior sister recount countless times how easily you slew beings of the same cultivation level in the human world,” Yan Li replied, covering her mouth with a light laugh.
Han Li was slightly surprised and couldn’t help but glance at Yuan Yao.
The woman lowered her gaze, a faint blush appearing on her jade-like cheeks.
Han Li fell silent.
“Brother Han seems so confident—your abilities must rival those at the Void Refinement stage,” Yan Li probed, her eyes flickering.
“As long as I don’t encounter a late-stage Void Refinement cultivator, I can still put up a fight,” Han Li replied calmly, seeing no need for false modesty.
“Tsk tsk! I truly wonder how you cultivated such formidable powers. When my junior sister and I first met you, you were merely a Qi Condensation cultivator. Now, you’ve reached a level comparable to Void Refinement. Thinking back, it feels like a dream,” Yan Li marveled.
“Why so sentimental, Sister Yan?” Han Li glanced at her sideways.
“It’s nothing. My junior sister and I have cultivated the Yin-Yang Reincarnation Art, and I don’t know whether it’s a blessing or a curse, nor what our future path holds. Must we truly transform our bodies into those of ghosts, like the Ghost Granny, and walk the path of celestial ghosts?” Yan Li sighed.
Hearing this, Yuan Yao’s expression darkened as well.
Han Li frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and then said,
“Though I know little of ghost-path techniques, in the Spirit Realm, even those without spiritual roots can find ways to develop them. As long as you aren’t fully ghostly in nature, given the realm’s countless miraculous techniques, there should be a way to restore your human forms.”
“Really?!”
“The Spirit Realm truly has methods to restore our human bodies?”
In an instant, Yuan Yao and Yan Li spoke almost in unison, their faces alight with joy.
“Your Yin-Yang Reincarnation Art may be peculiar, but it’s not irreversible. Based on my judgment, it should be possible to disperse the yin energy within you and restore your human forms. However, your cultivation will likely suffer, and you may endure considerable hardship. Still, it’s best to inquire in detail once we return to human territory,” Han Li said meaningfully.
“If there’s a way to restore our human forms, what does it matter if we suffer or lose some cultivation?” Yuan Yao replied without hesitation.
Yan Li nodded repeatedly in agreement.
Han Li smiled faintly, about to say more, when his expression suddenly darkened. His escape light flashed, transforming into a green streak as he vanished into the mist ahead.
The two women exchanged startled glances.
Within moments, ghostly shrieks erupted from the mist ahead, followed by over a dozen surges of gray yin energy shooting into the sky. The sounds of sword energy clashing rang out but quickly fell silent.
A flash of spiritual light later, the green streak shot back out of the mist, circled once, and returned to the women’s side, revealing Han Li’s figure.
“Let’s go. They were just ordinary ghostly creatures,” Han Li said casually, showing no sign of concern.
“Ordinary ghostly creatures?” Yan Li and Yuan Yao were speechless.
Though they hadn’t witnessed the battle in the mist, the yin energy surges earlier had been terrifyingly powerful—far beyond what ordinary ghosts could produce.
Yet Han Li’s composed demeanor reassured them. From then on, the two women focused solely on guiding the black-and-white eyeball, flying forward along the correct path.
Along the way, all ghostly creatures they encountered were swiftly exterminated by Han Li’s ruthless methods.
Even when they stumbled upon small battle groups of abyssal demons and ghosts, Han Li cut down those blocking their path with lightning speed, clearing a way through. The women and their ghost soldiers swept past in their wake.
The abyssal demons, initially hopeful for reinforcements, could only stare blankly before resuming their desperate fight with the remaining ghosts.
Whether by luck or because their path skirted the weakest part of the encirclement, they encountered no particularly troublesome wraiths or large-scale battles. Twisting and turning, they flew an immense distance.
Hours later, the surrounding mist finally thinned, and ghostly encounters grew scarce.
Seeing this, Han Li and the others were overjoyed. They knew they hadn’t taken a wrong turn—they had reached the edge of the mist.
Just as Han Li led the charge outward after dispatching several more ghostly groups, his expression shifted. His escape light halted abruptly as he stared ahead.
“What is it, Brother Han? Did you discover something?” Yuan Yao tensed, unable to resist asking.
Yan Li also looked on with alarm, but her limited spiritual sense couldn’t reach far.
“It seems leaving won’t be so simple after all,” Han Li said impassively.
At that moment, a woman’s playful laughter rang out from the thinning mist ahead!
The laughter grew louder, echoing from all directions in the blink of an eye.
At first, Yan Li and Yuan Yao paid it no mind. As semi-ghosts themselves, ordinary soul-snaring ghost techniques shouldn’t affect them.
But moments after the laughter reached their ears, the two women suddenly felt weak, their consciousnesses blurring as their eyelids grew unbearably heavy.
“Not good!” Yuan Yao reacted swiftly, struggling to maintain a sliver of clarity as she attempted to resist the drowsiness with a spell. But when she tried to summon her yin energy, her heart turned to ice in panic.
Her yin energy was completely gone—not a trace remained!
“What’s happening?” Though she knew this must be tied to the laughter, overwhelming fatigue surged through her. Yuan Yao could hold on no longer—her eyes fluttered shut as she swayed, about to collapse.
Beside her, Yan Li staggered unsteadily, no better off. Some of the ghost soldiers had already dropped their weapons, plummeting from the sky.
“Hmph!” A cold snort cut through the air.
Though soft, the sound pierced Yuan Yao’s ears with startling clarity, followed by a slight sting in her consciousness. She shuddered violently, the drowsiness vanishing instantly as her yin energy surged back.
Saved from disaster, Yuan Yao instinctively channeled her spiritual power, gray light swirling around her to form a protective barrier.
Glancing sideways, she saw Yan Li now similarly enveloped in gray light, while the fallen ghost soldiers had regained flight.
Yuan Yao exhaled in relief, her gaze settling on the young man hovering nearby, steady as a mountain.
Clearly, it was Han Li who had rescued them from the brink.
Han Li’s face remained expressionless, indifferent to the ghostly laughter. Suddenly, blue light flashed in his eyes as he flicked his sleeve, sending a golden sword streak slashing toward an empty patch of air.
With a “shick,” the golden light passed through the void, revealing a faint white silhouette.
The silhouette twisted slightly, evading the sword light effortlessly.
Han Li’s eyes narrowed. A black giant hand and a white palm materialized, striking toward the silhouette with lightning speed!
Gray mist and five-colored flames erupted above the silhouette, cascading downward like a net.
Under the overwhelming pressure, the silhouette seemed trapped with no escape.
Yuan Yao and Yan Li brightened, having seen Han Li use these techniques to slay many ghosts before.
But then, something utterly unexpected happened.
The white silhouette let out a soft laugh, then split—one into four, four into eight…
In moments, the air was filled with countless faint white figures, still multiplying endlessly, swiftly escaping the gray mist and five-colored flames’ grasp.
Yuan Yao and Yan Li exchanged horrified glances.
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