Chapter 1154: Yin Evil Blood Corpse

**Volume Six: Heaven-Reaching Spirit Treasures**

Thunder Sky Island was not small, yet it paled in comparison to Azure Spirit Island. Han Li hovered tens of miles away from Azure Spirit Island in the void, gazing at the distant colossal island. He even felt it was barely smaller than Heavenly Star City.

Of course, the island lacked the dense multitude of buildings and towering mountains like Saint Stop. However, it boasted several exceedingly tall stone peaks, each nearly ten thousand *zhang* high, a truly rare sight.

Even more astonishingly, these peaks were incredibly steep and smooth, appearing utterly barren from a distance, like several colossal stone pillars piercing the clouds. From their mid-sections upwards, their upper halves were directly immersed in the high-altitude white clouds.

None of this, however, truly caught Han Li's attention. What he focused on was the complete absence of green, not just on those peaks, but across the entire island. The landscape was a monotonous gray-white, and, even more surprisingly, he detected no spiritual energy fluctuations whatsoever.

The island, it seemed, was like a barren land devoid of spiritual veins!

Upon observing this, Han Li began to ponder.

"Didn't they say this island contained a colossal spiritual stone mine?" he wondered. "How could it appear to have no spiritual veins at all?" Generally speaking, spiritual mines are naturally occurring alongside spiritual veins. Wherever spiritual veins exist, spiritual stone mines of varying quality will gradually emerge. Conversely, places with spiritual stone mines typically indicate the presence of spiritual veins.

Based on Han Li's previous assumptions, an island capable of yielding high-grade spiritual stone mines should undoubtedly possess extremely rare, top-tier spiritual veins, perhaps the finest in the entire human world.

The current situation, however, left him utterly bewildered.

Yet, after a moment's thought, Han Li couldn't help but chuckle wryly. If such a massive island, blessed with top-tier spiritual veins, could be so easily discovered, then the high-grade spiritual stone mine would surely have been unearthed by ancient cultivators long ago, rather than only recently appearing. It seemed there was some unknown secret on the island, capable of concealing spiritual vein fluctuations.

With this thought, Han Li felt a sense of relief. He then raised his head and glanced at the scorching sun in the sky.

It was still midday. Although Han Li was confident in his advanced cultivation techniques, operating under the cover of night would naturally be more advantageous. Thus, his light shroud vanished, and after circling for a while over the nearby sea, he eventually found a patch of reef exposed above the water and landed there.

He then sat cross-legged on the reef, closing his eyes to rest and meditate.

Several hours later, as night descended once more, Han Li abruptly opened his eyes, which now gleamed with piercing light.

Activating his flight-light, he shot directly towards the island. Simultaneously, Han Li employed a secret technique that rendered his flight-light indistinct and blurred, almost imperceptible. In the darkness, ordinary cultivators would be utterly incapable of spotting him.

After the time it takes to eat a meal, Han Li had already neared the colossal island.

Having soul-searched Miao He and others, Han Li clearly identified the area occupied by the Reverse Star Alliance. He then quietly infiltrated the island, heading straight for a massive stone peak in the distance.

Along the way, Han Li encountered numerous concealed restrictions. As he extended his spiritual sense, he discovered a considerable number of hidden guards. The closer he got to the stone peak, the more stringent the security appeared.

However, with his current divine abilities, he simply disregarded these restrictions and low-level cultivators. He flashed past without a trace, completely unnoticed by the restrictions or guards, who were utterly unable to impede or detect him.

A faint, clear light, as if passing through an unpopulated area, directly penetrated deep into the heart of the Reverse Star Alliance's territory, finally arriving before the massive stone peak.

The light converged, revealing Han Li's figure.

He did not rush forward. Instead, he raised his head to glance at the upper part of the stone peak. After a brief moment of contemplation, blue light suddenly flickered in his pupils.

He saw that the seemingly ordinary surface of the stone peak, in Han Li's eyes, now revealed a layer of faint blue light.

This light curtain enveloped the entire stone peak, its surface appearing abnormally smooth, like flowing water. It was, in fact, a formidable restriction formed by a rare and profound Great Formation.

Han Li's brows furrowed.

Such a massive formation restriction couldn't be easily bypassed or broken by mere secret techniques. Naturally, this wouldn't truly pose a challenge for Han Li. The blue light in his eyes receded, and with a flip of his hand, a ball of three-colored light flames emerged.

It was the Three Flames Fan.

Although using it might alert the cultivators guarding the restriction, Han Li no longer cared. At worst, he would simply eliminate the guards.

If he was given a little time, finding Patriarch Extreme Yin would be no difficult feat. And after eliminating Extreme Yin, who on the island could possibly stop him from leaving?

As Han Li pondered this, his feather fan flickered, and he prepared to breach the restriction. Just then, however, his expression subtly shifted, the spiritual light on the Three Flames Fan dimmed, and a hint of surprise appeared on his face.

He immediately tucked the feather fan into his sleeve, and with a swift movement, vanished from his spot.

Almost simultaneously, lights flickered on the distant horizon, and several streaks of flight-light shot towards the stone peak, moving boldly and without concealment.

Moments later, these flight-lights arrived before the stone peak, their radiance dimming to reveal three figures.

Leading them was a white-haired cultivator with disheveled hair, whose face was remarkably youthful despite his age. He possessed a mid-Nascent Soul cultivation. The two figures behind him had faces somewhat similar to the white-haired man, but their complexions were deathly pale and utterly expressionless. Dressed in thin white robes, they appeared even more unsettling.

The white-haired cultivator appeared to be very familiar with the restriction outside the stone peak. He stopped directly before the blue light curtain, then raised a hand, and a fiery red sound transmission talisman shot into the light.

Shortly after, the blue light curtain flickered brightly, and with a rumbling sound, a crack slowly appeared within it.

The figures shot inside one after another without a word, and the light curtain swiftly sealed shut, returning to its original state.

No one noticed another faint green shadow, which, following closely behind the last white-robed man, also flashed inside. Not even the white-haired cultivator detected anything amiss.

Inside the blue light curtain, several cultivators with respectful expressions stood before the white-haired man.

"Senior Fei, you've arrived," said a burly cultivator in his thirties, currently at the Core Formation stage, with an exceptionally respectful demeanor. "Elder Tang is presently occupied with urgent matters. He hopes you can rest for the night in the Guest Pavilion, and tomorrow, you will meet with the other seniors in the Cloud Mist Hall."

"What is the meaning of this?" the white-haired cultivator snapped, his face darkening and his tone turning unpleasant. "The message explicitly urged me to rush here with extreme urgency, and now that I've arrived, I'm told to wait until tomorrow? Is Elder Tang deliberately toying with me?"

"Absolutely not, Senior Fei! Elder Tang truly has no time to spare at the moment; he is not intentionally neglecting you," the burly man explained hastily, his face paling.

"Never mind. I'll discuss this with old man Tang tomorrow," the white-haired cultivator snorted, abruptly changing the subject. "How many fellow Daoists have arrived on the island now? Tomorrow is the final date stipulated in the message, isn't it?"

"Besides Senior Miao He from Thunder Sky Island and Senior Huang Mo from Heavenly Radiance Island, all other seniors have already arrived," the burly man answered honestly, his heart finally settling with relief.

"That Miao He has become timid as a mouse ever since his Dharma body was destroyed once," the white-haired cultivator remarked with a hint of disdain. "He'll likely arrive with Senior Huang; it's nothing surprising if they're a bit late."

Hearing this, the burly man could only feign deafness and silence, absolutely daring not to casually comment on Nascent Soul stage cultivators.

Seeing this, the white-haired man sneered. Just as he was about to give an order, one of the deathly pale, bloodless men standing behind him, whose eyes suddenly flashed with a bloody light, twisted his body in an astonishing way. His upper body elongated like a python by more than a fold, and he pounced on an unsuspecting Foundation Establishment stage cultivator nearby, biting into the person's neck with newly grown fangs and greedily sucking out essence blood.

"Ah!" The other Foundation Establishment cultivators standing nearby immediately recoiled in fright. Several of them even hastily brandished their protective magical artifacts.

"Why the panic?" the white-haired man snapped, glaring abruptly at the low-level cultivators. "It's simply time for my demonic corpse to absorb blood sustenance." Immediately, the startled guards quickly put away their magical artifacts.

Only then did the white-haired cultivator's expression relax slightly. He patted the storage pouch at his waist, and immediately, a thumb-sized, blood-reeking pill shot out. He then pointed at the item, and the blood pill promptly flew towards the other white-robed man.

The man opened his mouth numbly, swallowed the blood pill in one gulp, and remained motionless. Meanwhile, the other white-robed figure continued to frantically suck the guard's essence blood. The originally seven-foot-tall burly man rapidly shrunk amidst the crunching sounds of bursting bone marrow, his skin simultaneously becoming incredibly withered, like old tree bark.

The white-haired cultivator watched this scene with cold detachment, showing no intention of intervening. Only after the bitten person had shrunk to a shriveled, half-foot-long form did he suddenly perform a hand seal with one hand, sending a bloody incantation into the blood-sucking figure.

Immediately, the figure trembled, then reluctantly released its fangs, and its body reverted to its normal state.

A streak of red light shot out from the white-haired man's hand, striking the shriveled form of the burly man.

With a *fwoosh*, a ball of blood flame enveloped the Foundation Establishment cultivator, reducing him to ashes in the blink of an eye, not even leaving a trace of his soul.

"Take me to the Guest Tower," the white-haired man casually instructed the Core Formation cultivator, as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred.

"Yes, Senior, please follow me!" The burly man's face changed several times before he hastily agreed with a forced smile, making no mention of the recent incident.

Then, with a flash of flight-light, he led the white-haired cultivator and his two demonic corpses flying upwards towards the stone peak. In the blink of an eye, they vanished into the high-altitude clouds.

The remaining Foundation Establishment cultivators guarding the restriction all let out a collective sigh of relief, each showing an expression of lingering fear.

They were unaware that, hundreds of *zhang* above their heads, a concealed figure had witnessed the entire scene.

"A Yin-Sha Blood Corpse!" the concealed figure muttered, his voice barely audible. "I can't believe someone in the human world actually refines such demonic corpses! Aren't they afraid of the Yin-Sha qi invading their body and ultimately costing them their life?" This person muttering to himself was, of course, Han Li, who had secretly infiltrated the restriction.