Chapter 2047: Xuanhua Sealing Talisman

A Mortal's Journey to Immortality, Volume 1: Turmoil in the Seven Mysteries Sect, Volume 10: Battle of the Demon Realm

As a former immortal realm being, the figure naturally understood the formidable power of the Dazzling Heavenly Crystal Pagoda. Knowing the situation was dire, it immediately resolved to fight desperately. Gritting its teeth, it actually spat out several clots of vital blood.

The moment these clots of vital blood left its mouth, they rumbled into raging crimson flames. Then, with a flash, they materialized into several crimson flame pythons, each over ten zhang long, lunging with bared fangs and claws towards the crystalline ice pagoda.

The figure knew clearly that as long as the flame pythons, catalyzed by secret immortal realm techniques, could slightly resist the ice pagoda, the Blood-Dripping Poria Flower would be able to completely melt away the previous ice seal and unleash its full power.

By then, the blood flower, having fully unleashed its power, would be beyond suppression even by the Dazzling Heavenly Crystal Pagoda.

However, the figure's action seemed to have fallen completely within the white-robed elder's calculations.

He simply let out a cold laugh.

The blue spherical bead at the top of the ice pagoda suddenly spun by itself. A sharp, piercing whistle resounded loudly as several thumb-thick blue light rays shot out from the bead. After a flash, they struck the flame pythons like lightning.

A loud "sizzle" sound erupted.

It was unknown what terrifying power those blue light rays contained, but the several seemingly ferocious giant flame pythons were instantly extinguished upon impact, turning into wisps of green smoke.

The figure's expression changed drastically. It tried to unleash other divine abilities, but there was simply no time left.

The hundred-zhang-tall ice pagoda had already swept down with a vast expanse of cold light, instantly pressing down the gigantic blood flower along with the figure.

A strange light flickered across the crystalline surface of the ice pagoda. Countless golden runes surged out from its various layers, raining down towards the bottom like a torrential downpour.

The momentum was truly astonishing.

At the same time, the upper half of the white-robed elder's figure clearly appeared at the very top of the pagoda. Without hesitation, he let out a stern shout, "What are you still gawking at? Quickly activate the Demon-Trapping Grand Formation for me and help me completely seal off this great enemy of our clan!"

The white-robed elder was, of course, addressing the eight Sacred Spirits who had just been startled like birds.

At this moment, upon seeing that the ice pagoda had restrained the gigantic blood flower's self-detonation, these eight Sacred Spirits were naturally filled with both surprise and joy. Hearing the elder's words, they immediately, with a jolt, flew back on their escape lights.

After figures flickered, the eight Sacred Spirits reappeared around the formation and once again, holding their formation plates, began to activate it.

Immediately, runes surged within the formation. The previously somewhat scattered rune chains solidified one by one as before and intertwined and flickered around the ice pagoda, forming a giant net that enveloped everything below.

At the same time, the massive ice pagoda, amidst humming sounds, began to fluctuate and grow to an enormous size.

Layers of crystalline profound ice continuously condensed from the surface of the giant pagoda.

The formation below was wildly flashing amidst humming sounds, as if echoing the ice pagoda.

In just a few breaths of time, the ice pagoda incredibly transformed into a giant ice peak several thousand zhang tall, freezing the entire formation, along with its various colored rune chains, together.

As for the figure and the gigantic blood flower, they were naturally at the core of the ice seal.

Seeing this situation, the eight Sacred Spirits, who had been activating the formation, finally breathed a sigh of relief, and their faces showed expressions of wild joy.

But at this moment, the white-robed elder's expression remained unusually grim. He commanded the eight Sacred Spirits below in an undeniable tone, "Listen carefully. Although I used my true body to seal this great enemy, that Blood-Dripping Poria Flower is a miraculous flower found only in the Immortal Realm. It will probably take over ten thousand years to gradually dissipate its power. Before then, you must not move this peak by an inch, and my primordial spirit cannot leave my main body too far. Otherwise, the consequences will be endless! To be absolutely safe, immediately set up several other restrictive formations nearby to add another layer of seal around my main body and the Demon-Trapping Formation. This way, it will be foolproof. After I have completely dissipated the power of that Blood-Dripping Poria Flower, I can then move the ice peak to the Land of Nine Nether Earthly Flames and slowly refine the True Soul into a pill. During this period when I cannot be distracted, all matters of the clan will be decided jointly by the Elder Council. You must ensure our clan survives this demonic tribulation! As long as we endure this great tribulation, the prosperity of our clan will be just around the corner."

"As you command, Lord Spirit King!" Hearing this, the eight Sacred Spirits immediately knelt down and respectfully agreed.

Following this, the eight of them put away their formation plates. After spiritual light flickered around their bodies, each transformed into a long rainbow and flew off to relay the orders.

In the blink of an eye, only the white-robed elder's solitary figure remained at the ice peak.

A rumbling low roar suddenly came from the figure beneath the ice peak. "Do you really think this incomplete Dazzling Heavenly Crystal Pagoda can seal this envoy? Once I exhaust this pagoda's cold energy, let's see what you'll use to seal me!"

"Hmph," the white-robed elder said with a glance at the base of the ice peak and a snort, "As expected of someone from the Upper Realm. You actually saw the incompleteness of my true body at a glance. But even so, do you think you're still a true immortal with infinite divine abilities? With your current cultivation, exhausting my true body's cold energy is a pipe dream. However, your True Soul power has indeed remained strong enough to still be able to speak under such suppression. But your consciousness will only remain clear for this short time."

"What do you mean by that?" the figure's voice sank slightly, sounding utterly incredulous. "I don't believe the Lower Realm has any means to seal even my consciousness."

"The methods of the Lower Realm are indeed hard-pressed to completely seal True Soul power," the white-robed elder said with a cold laugh. "But what if the method I'm using isn't from the Lower Realm?"

Then, with a single hand, he grabbed at the empty air, and a talisman emitting faint cold light mysteriously appeared between his fingers with a flash.

This talisman was also crystal clear, as if condensed from ice, but its surface was inscribed with densely packed golden runes.

If Han Li were here, he would recognize these runes at a glance as the unique Golden Seal Script of the Immortal Realm.

"What a pity for this item," he muttered. "If I use it now, I'll be missing a valuable tool when facing enemies later."

The white-robed elder glanced at the talisman, his facial muscles twitching to reveal an expression of heartache. But after muttering a few words, he still gritted his teeth and flicked his wrist.

The talisman immediately rumbled, turning into a ball of golden light that shot down towards the ice peak.

With a flash, the golden light seemed to melt into the ice peak as if it were an invisible entity.

At this moment, the white-robed elder formed hand seals with both hands and began to chant incantations with a solemn expression.

Immediately, a sun-like golden halo appeared within the ice peak. Then, with a spin, all the light converged and astonishingly transformed into a gigantic, brilliantly golden rune, about an *mu* in size, silently falling downwards like a meteor.

"What are you doing... No, it's... you still have an Immortal Realm talisman..." The figure below immediately noticed the anomaly within the ice peak and instantly gasped.

But that gigantic golden rune flashed and vanished, ruthlessly submerging into the formation below.

A huge boom.

The figure's cries below abruptly ceased, and it became completely silent.

The elder was not surprised by this at all. Instead, the incantations he chanted became more rapid.

The next moment, the entire ice peak shook, and streaks of golden patterns surged out from within it. After a series of undulations, they finally formed a gigantic rune that pulsed with golden light and remained motionless, imprinted on a smooth ice wall.

And in the white light emanating from the ice peak, faint blue lights were immediately intermingled. At the same time, the cold aura it faintly emitted became several times more intense than before.

The white-robed elder's chanting finally paused and stopped, and his expression slightly relaxed.

If one could see through the bottom of the ice peak at this moment, one would discover a handsome young man in golden robes, truly unconscious, his entire body covered by layers of rune chains and crystalline ice.

On his brow, there was surprisingly a golden pattern identical in shape to the rune on the ice wall.

After the white-robed elder swept his divine sense over the bottom seal, he immediately let out a joyous, wild laugh. His figure flickered, and he vanished into the ice peak.

This great Spiritual Race powerful being naturally did not know that at the very moment the handsome young man below lost consciousness, far, far away in another immeasurable realm, a black-faced Daoist meditating under a towering tree suddenly stirred and opened his eyes.

"What's going on?" the Daoist muttered to himself. "Did one of my fellow disciples have an accident? To think the True Soul Plate would react so strongly."

The Daoist muttered a few words to himself. Suddenly, he waved his sleeve in front of him, and with a flash of green light, a several-inch-tall miniature pavilion flew out from his sleeve. Then, with a flicker, it materialized out of thin air in front of him, becoming over ten zhang tall.

The black-faced Daoist moved and calmly walked into the pavilion.

Inside the grand hall on the first floor of the pavilion, hundreds of pure white jade tables were arranged. On each table were placed a dozen or so identical yellow wooden plaques.

The surfaces of these wooden plaques were inscribed with densely packed silver patterns and lay motionless on the tables.

After the black-faced Daoist's gaze swept across so many jade tables, his eyebrows slightly raised, and a hint of surprise actually appeared on his face. He suddenly raised his hand and beckoned towards a rusty grand cauldron in the corner of the hall.

With a "whoosh."

A yellow wooden plaque actually flew out from the cauldron, and with a flicker, landed steadily in the Daoist's palm.

"It's actually this person's True Soul that has encountered an accident," the Daoist muttered. "If that's the case, I can't just ignore it. I must find him!"

The Daoist looked at the wooden plaque in his hand, which was flickering with faint white light. His face first showed a moment of astonishment, but then immediately revealed an uncertain expression.

Han Li floated motionless in mid-air. But with a flash of seventy-two streaks of green light in front of him, the dozens of pitch-black demonic beasts lunging at him were immediately torn to shreds by the numerous sword lights and scattered down from the sky as a rain of blood.

But more demonic beasts, covering the sky and earth, came howling from all directions. Each had scales on its back and a single horn on its head.

The green sword light rolled back, and after another spin, a green sword lotus immediately bloomed.

Wherever the green light swept, the demonic beasts were all cut in half.

The scent of blood instantly filled the entire void.

The sharpness of the Azure Bamboo Cloudswarm Swords was simply something these low-level demonic beasts could not resist in the slightest.

Yet these demonic beasts seemed to utterly disregard life and death. Roaring, they once again swarmed forward in dense black masses.

Seeing this situation, Han Li's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but let out a helpless sigh.