The Yin Corpse, a type of demonic corpse recorded in the corpse-refining technique Han Li obtained from the Elder Qian, was known for its immense power but also for its excessively cruel refinement process. Although the actual method of refinement wasn’t detailed, it was mentioned that the corpse had to be refined using a body of the same bloodline to suppress its backlash through bloodline power.
During refinement, the soul of the corpse’s original owner would be permanently trapped within, unable to reincarnate.
While cultivators generally didn’t value familial bonds as much as mortals, such a cold-blooded and unnatural act was something few could bring themselves to perform. Strangely, even those ruthless cultivators who dared to refine such a corpse met tragic ends, with none enjoying a natural lifespan.
As a result, despite the allure of the Yin Corpse’s power, few dared to attempt its refinement. By now, those who knew the method were exceedingly rare. Even Elder Qian, a great cultivator who had mastered the Five Devils of Shared Heart, was unclear on the specifics.
When Han Li recognized the two Yin Corpses of the white-haired cultivator, he couldn’t hide his surprise.
However, regardless of the white-haired cultivator’s origins or cruelty, as long as he posed no obstacle, Han Li had no interest in interfering. After hovering in the air for a moment, he flickered a few times and flew toward the upper half of the stone peak.
Though he had performed soul-searching on Miao He and his companion, they only knew that Ji Yin resided on the peak, not his exact location, making the search tedious.
Easily subduing a Foundation Establishment guard, Han Li used soul-searching to extract the information he needed. Learning that Ji Yin was indeed in his residence, Han Li was overjoyed. Reducing the guard to ashes, he headed straight for the summit.
The peak was vast but sparsely built, with only a few solitary halls and pavilions scattered across the empty expanse.
This wasn’t surprising—while the island housed many high-level cultivators, those below Foundation Establishment were nearly nonexistent. The entire Anti-Star Alliance on the island numbered only five or six hundred, all at least Foundation Establishment cultivators, making them an exceptionally formidable force.
Not to mention, several Nascent Soul cultivators were stationed there as well.
Han Li concealed his presence and silently approached a massive pavilion.
The pavilion was imposing, five stories tall, widening toward the base until its ground floor spanned hundreds of feet, resembling a conical stone tower. Built entirely of eerie black stone, it exuded a gloomy aura.
After a brief glance at the structure shrouded in dark-gray Yin energy, Han Li smirked. With a single slash of his hand, a giant blade of purple flame cleaved through the Yin energy, parting it to reveal a path. Without hesitation, he transformed into a streak of azure light and shot inside.
“Who goes there?” A startled voice rang out as a dark streak of light, carrying a middle-aged cultivator, flew toward him.
Seeing it wasn’t Ji Yin, Han Li ignored him. With a flick of his sleeve, a sword beam shot forth, vanishing mid-flight before reappearing above the cultivator in a flash of gold.
A scream followed as the cultivator was sliced into pieces, his soul obliterated by the golden light before it could escape.
Han Li glanced indifferently at the remains. Clearly, this was a Core Formation disciple of Ji Yin’s.
Flicking his finger, a crimson fireball incinerated the corpse.
Turning his attention to the staircase, Han Li’s eyes flickered.
The fact that Ji Yin hadn’t been alerted yet was unexpected. Releasing his spiritual sense, he scanned the upper floors.
Moments later, his expression turned peculiar.
The upper floors were completely empty, as if the massive pavilion had only been guarded by this single Core Formation cultivator.
Had Ji Yin already left?
Annoyed, Han Li stroked his chin before his eyes gleamed. Extending his spiritual sense downward, he soon smirked.
Without a word, he retrieved a red-and-yellow jade scepter from his waist. A yellow barrier enveloped him as he sank into the ground.
The pavilion’s hall was now empty.
Descending over a dozen feet, Han Li encountered a gray barrier and black stone walls. Slashing with purple flame, he tore open a narrow gap and slipped through as a wisp of azure light.
Landing on clean stone steps, he found himself in a downward-leading passage lined with smooth black stone.
Coolly scanning his surroundings, Han Li extended his spiritual sense but immediately recoiled—an invisible force blocked it.
Surprised and intrigued, he pressed on.
Restricting spiritual sense required complex, costly formations, rarely used even by Nascent Soul cultivators. For Ji Yin to deploy one here was unusual.
Descending further, the staircase seemed endless, stretching hundreds of feet down like a bottomless pit.
Just as Han Li grew impatient, a surge of pure spiritual energy washed over him.
Stunned, he halted. The energy was far denser than any top-grade spiritual vein.
After a deep breath, he retreated a few steps—the energy vanished instantly.
“Interesting,” he murmured, unfazed.
Suddenly, he clawed at the wall, his fingers sinking effortlessly into the black stone. Behind it lay pale blue rock.
Crushing a piece in his hand, he activated his Brightsight Spirit Eyes.
Tiny silver particles shimmered within the dust—visible only with his enhanced vision. Though he couldn’t identify them, he deduced they trapped the spiritual energy deep within the peak, explaining why the island’s spirit stone deposits had gone undiscovered.
Satisfied, he continued downward.
With such pure energy present, Ji Yin couldn’t be far.
Sure enough, after another fifty feet, a white glow appeared around a bend, accompanied by voices.
Was Ji Yin not alone?
Unconcerned—even if it were the legendary Six Paths or Wan Sangu—Han Li rounded the corner.
A stone chamber lay ahead, its door slightly ajar, emitting faint light.
With a cold laugh, Han Li flicked two golden beams, slicing the door into quarters before stepping inside.
His gaze landed on a black-robed cultivator with narrow eyes, frozen in shock.
Ji Yin.
Before him, atop a stone platform, black Yin flames engulfed a golden-skinned Nascent Soul.
No one else was present.
“Han Li!” Ji Yin’s shock turned to glee—he’d never forgotten the Void Cauldron.
Without hesitation, he unleashed a surge of black demonic energy, morphing into a giant serpent that lunged at Han Li.
Han Li smirked, raising his arm.
Thunder roared as golden lightning wreathed his limb, dazzlingly bright.
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